528 - Job Across Town

Work was a bit slack and I had to go across town to see an elderly lady, she told me she was just shy of 70 who has asked for a quote on various odd jobs around her house and I decided that I’d spend an hour or two with her to see if I could help..
In my limited experience I’d found the elderly to be quite interesting and she did sound polite on the phone..
It was a warm morning so after my shower I threw on a tee shirt and my customary shorts and headed off to the bus stop for the trip across town and I’d completely forgotten about the morning rush but at least the schools were out so it would at least be bearable.. I quite liked crowded buses as it often lends itself to some accidental touching with the motion of the bus especially when you’re packed in like sardines, not only that but if you’re standing next to someone sitting their eye line is perfectly placed and vice versa and today was one of those spectacular journeys…

All was well until we got to the bus station when the bus filled up with people going to work and I was happy to give up my seat to a young lady purely for the reasons stated above plus I’m a gentleman like that, oh and you can also add that from my standing point to the side of her I had a blinding view down the front of her blouse seeing a lovely half cut bra which would keep me amused until we get to the railway station where most of these people get off..
I held on to the overhead rail as people pushed by me to get their positions and I have to admit there was a little inappropriate touching going on which did push me forward a couple of times where my groin accidentally pushed against the side of her arm which for regular users of this service was just par for the course and apologies are usually accepted and we all got on with our lives but as the doors closed I realised that I had a youngish guy standing behind me breathing down my neck sneakily trying to enjoy the same view as I was enjoying and let’s just say he was standing rather close and I wasn’t about to move..

As the bus trundled along I noticed that the young lady sitting down did glance at me like every time my growing bulge pressed against her upper arm and to make matters worse I think the guy behind me was getting excited too as I could feel something pressing against me as he tried to peek over my shoulder at the lady’s tits which if I think about it she was purposely showing, she could’ve easily buttoned up her shirt but instead left it provocatively open and she knew she was teasing, maybe that was her gig and she got a kick out of getting guys aroused and having two eager punters seemed to make her day..
Luckily my tee shirt was sitting outside my shorts so although she could feel my bulge she couldn’t actually see it as yet but the guy behind me was insistent on pushing me against her and judging by what I was feeling at the back of my shorts he seemed to be enjoying it just a little too much…
I could feel his breath on my neck as he encroached further into my personal space..
Man: “Such a crowd this morning, so tight with nice views” he whispered in my ear in a rather effeminate voice and I couldn’t agree more as the bus trundled along the bumpy road making the lady’s tits wobble just at the time we were both looking..

I didn’t answer him but for some reason I did push back on him a little and the disadvantage of just having little shorts on is that they offer very little protection and it was definitely his cock that I was feeling pushing against me and with it being so cramped and everyone seeming lost in their own battle for survival he could probably have got his dick out and nobody would’ve batted an eyelid, maybe he’ll be brave, there was still time..
Then by some strange quirk of luck the lady sitting in front of me suddenly put her left arm across her body which pushed up her tits a little offering an even better view and placed her hand on her other arm just where my growing boner was pushing against, I don’t know if this was just coincidence or a tactical move but the next time the bus jolted my growing bulge did in fact push against the back of her fingers but what seemed to make it worse was the guy behind me pushed harder and I was now sandwiched between the two with nowhere to go, the lady was looking forward and acting like nothing was amiss but I definitely felt her fingers moving against my stuffy and because of that and the fact that matey boy behind me was trying his best to dry hump me I was getting rather aroused and it soon became apparent that she was working on getting her irritable fingers up and under my tee shirt and my dick was growing fast…

We weren’t that far from the railway station so I knew that nothing too exciting was going to take place and as he breasts bounced so did her hand which had now somehow got underneath my shirt and was now purposely rubbing against me and with her fingers now stretched out I could feel them sneaking into the leg of my shorts, the guy behind me couldn’t possibly see what she was doing but seemed to have plans of his own as I felt his hand come up the side of my thigh towards the danger area while all the time his own boner was pressing into my crack.. it’s times like these that I wished it was an inter city bus but alas just as things stated to get interesting I knew there were only minutes left, I widened my stance and quickly felt his hand sliding inside the back leg and she wasted no time in pushing her hand inside the leg and with less than a minutes fumbling by both the train station approached and all hands returned to there normal positions as the bus slowly ground to a halt..
As the lady got to her feet there was brief eye contact but no words were said as she squeezed past me and before I knew it they’d both gone and the bus quickly emptied, the only bonus was that at least I had a warm seat to finish off my journey and hoped that my excitement would die down before I reached the old lady’s house…

It was a success and by the time I got to my destination I was feeling perfectly calm and all thoughts of my bus ride were exchanged to thoughts of this grey haired lady that was looking out of her window as I opened the gate to walk up the path to the door, I gave her a little wave and she gave me a warm smile as she disappeared to go open the door..
Miss Peacock: “Ah good morning young man, I’m Mrs Peacock, thank you so much for coming, you look young and fit, that’s nice” she said introducing herself while looking me up and down which did seem a bit weird but then my whole life is weird..
She invited me inside and I could see she was having a few issues walking so I slowed my roll as she led me into the kitchen..
Mrs P: “Would you like a nice cuppa tea and then we can get comfy” she said softly and although alarm bells were ringing because of her somewhat weird demeanour I was only there to do a quote so ‘getting comfy’ actually seemed reasonable..
She put the kettle on and I sat down at the little kitchen table which allowed me to give her the once over not that anything sexual was likely to happen, she had a baggy dress hanging down her rather skinny frame and with it hanging to her knees I could see the whiteness of her boney legs and as she turned to face me I noticed that her small and droopy tits were hanging free inside but the attention soon turned back to me as again she studied my physique in my sitting position..
Mrs P: “You must do a lot of exercises Frankie, I do need a strong boy like you, and cute too” she said with a chuckle and I couldn’t believe I was feeling my dick twinge as she focused her eyes down below.. I really didn’t know what to make of it..

She made the tea and put a plate of chocolate biscuits on the tray and quick as a flash I told her that I would carry the tray into the lounge as she had enough difficulties walking however I got up too quickly and missed the fact that she was stepping back and bugger me if we didn’t collide with my semi bulging shorts pressing hard against her sagging bottom, it was like life froze at that point with both of us as surprised as the other and even though the contact was just a few seconds it felt much longer..
Me: “Oh I am really sorry Mrs P, I just wanted to help carry the tray” I said very apologetically as I quickly stepped back but the look on her wrinkled little face told a completely different story..
Mrs P: “Oh don’t be daft lad, I’m too old for any kind of hanky panky hehe” she said seeing the funny side of the situation and stepped aside to let me take the tray in.. I did have one slight concern though and that was that for the few seconds I had contact it appeared that she wasn’t wearing any underwear which in itself was strange…
I put the tray on the coffee table between the sofa and her comfy armchair and sat myself down waiting for her to do the honours, she sat down on the edge of her chair and with her legs open she reached for the teapot to pour us both a tea, I don’t think she realised that she was flashing herself but at least it confirmed my theory that she was totally naked under that dress, I had the perfect view of her grey mass of hair and lady bits that resembled a dried up beef sandwich and with her skinny wrinkled thighs I can’t say that is was an appetising sight but I think as women get older they lose all sense of dignity, that certainly seemed to be the case here and as we both sat back with our tea and biscuits she stated in the same wide leg position which made it very difficult not to look..

Mrs P: “You’re a very nice lad, so why are you here?” she asked with a look of confusion and trying to focus her eyes on who the hell I was and I can’t say that I didn’t notice her eyes dropping down as I sat there manspreading, this was getting weirder by the minute but being the good sport that I am I decided to play along..
Me: “I’m Frankie, you invited me over to have a look at a few things you needed doing, we were going to talk about it” I said softly back to her and she process that information for a minute..
Mrs P: “Oh that’s right, I do apologise my memory isn’t what it used to be, Oh you are cute, such strong muscles in your legs, do you work out” she said politely like there was nothing wrong with her apart from she liked my legs and definitely showing me hers.. I took it in the way it was intended..
Me: “Aww thank you Mrs P, that’s so nice of you to notice, yes.. I do work out and keep fit..” I said back as with her legs open like that it was difficult to look her in the eye, is she so forgetful that she forgot to put any knickers on and intent on letting me see, I honestly don’t think she realised but the more I looked the more I was intrigued, pussy is pussy at the end of the day and this could well be the oldest I’ve seen, it was quite exciting really..

Mrs P: “I thought you did, even with my diminishing eye sight I can see, you don’t wanna end up a bag of saggy bones like me hehe” she said looking down at her bony frame, at least she had a sense of humour that always seems to work but at no time during the conversation did she realise or address the open leg situation in fact she made it worse by sliding to the edge of her chair to reach out and get another biscuit and her dress rode up like a night club mini skirt giving me a much clearer view of her grey haired expired love tunnel which I’m sure winked at me..
Now any respectable person would’ve subtly told her of her indiscretions but I am not that person but my biggest concern was why was I getting a chubby looking at it.. I’m more weird than she is..
Me: “You’re so kind Mrs P but I wouldn’t say you’re a bag of bones.. You look alright from where I’m sitting” I said reassuringly so as not to upset her feelings which seemed to work as she gave me a warm little smile..
Mrs P: “Aww you’re so sweet and so cute and you got nice muscles too.. what’s not to like lad” she said like she was on a first date but if I make her feel good then everyone is happy…

Now I am all for a good warm up chat as I tend to learn about the person I’m talking to and can usually read their true intentions but with this old lady it wasn’t so easy because she talked so politely and innocently but if you have a dirty mind and can read between the lines then it becomes embarrassing as I’d got myself a stiffy that I was trying hard to hide but knowing her eyesight wasn’t the best I felt confident I was safe from its detection, how wrong could I have been..
We’d been talking for about half an hour about nothing in particular apart from the occasional mention of my fit body and that’s half an hour of the unavoidable sight of her hanging hairy piss flaps so it was no wonder that I’d developed a boner but with my shirt untucked it hid it well but then she had to go an open that can of worms..
Mrs P: “So how often do you go workout then, you look so fit, I bet you got a nice.. what do they call em.. ahh yes.. a six packet or something” she said making me wonder if she knew what she was talking about and because I could see her senility shining through it brought the devil out in me, time to test the water so to speak..

Me: “I go workout out most days, sometimes running, sometimes body work and yes, I do have a six pack as it’s actually called.. would you like me to show you?” I asked her knowing that if I stood up and lifted my shirt she’d be able to see a lot more than my 6 pack and I was curious and excited to get her reaction.. I waited while she processed my suggestion but she did look a bit confused..
Mrs P: “Why don’t you slide the table out of the way then laddie, I’d love to see it.. is today my birthday then” she said as she shifted to the edge of her chair again and again her dress rode up unbeknown to her, I stood up and slid the table out of the way and moved closer to her and could see the old girl trying to focus her eyes and as she lent forward the top of her dress opened and I now had a view right down the front as I prepared myself for the big reveal of my abs, I just hope she doesn’t have a weak ticker..

As if teasingly lifted my shirt up I noticed my dick was angled across inside my shorts pressing hard up against the waistband and Mrs P had her hands on her knees as she focused her eyes on my almost topless torso, I held my tee shirt up under my chin with one hand and patted my abs with the other..
Me: “So what do you think Mrs P” I asked making sure it was my abs she was looking at and not the big hard muscle hidden in my shorts which there was no mistaking that she could see, her jaw dropped and for a brief minute I thought her false teeth were going to fall out, her eyes widened and her hands began to tremble, I’m guessing she hadn’t seen a man with so little on for a long time..
Mrs P: “Oh my.. you are in good shape aren’t you.. your hard work pays off.. youngsters of today eh, so fit” she said and with her head just a couple of inches away from me it was so obvious what she was admiring..
I stood there for a couple of minutes and could feel my cock pulsing inside my shorts and feeling very naughty and had considered offering her more but deciding not to and eventually let my tee shirt fall back into place thinking more about her blood pressure than my own sexual gratification but she had a look of dismay on her face..

Me: “So what do you think Mrs P, do I look fit enough to do things for you” I said choosing my words carefully and we hadn’t even talked about work yet, she looked up at me and smiled..
Mrs P: “Oh good lord yes, but you hid it again, I liked it lad” she said as I contemplated showing her again but without being too eager..
Me: “Is it hot in here or is it me” I said wiping my brow thinking of an excuse to take my shirt right off, her head dropped again and her concentration developed..
Mrs P: “Oh yes dear, it’s very hot in here, maybe you should take your shirt off, that’ll be cooler for you” she said falling right into my trap but again I didn’t want to appear too eager..
Me: “Yeah, that’s sounds like a good idea Mrs P, are you sure it’s alright” I asked as again I felt my cock pulsing inside my shorts, she glanced up at me again..
Mrs P: “Of course dear, gotta keep cool” she replied as I again teasingly lifted up my shirt but this time pulled it over my head leaving me in just a very small and revealing pair of shorts..
I stood there letting her feast her eyes but suddenly her whole demeanour changed from the innocent old lady that let me in her house a little while ago to something completely different, her breathing seemed to get heavier, her hands got shakier and her mouth seemed to drop with an excess of saliva dribbling out and her eyes were totally focused on my angled bulge..

I was getting slightly worried as her face seemed to be getting closer to my concealed package and while I stood there with my hands on my hips and fingers fiddling with my waistband ready for a quick reveal she briefly glanced up at me with a devilish look in her eyes, she quickly returned her gaze to my groin and was getting more breathless and while this was wrong on so many levels mostly the age difference of 54 years I remembered those immortal words my daddy said to me.. ‘A standing prick has no conscience’ which is so true..
Mrs P: “Oooh dear, that is some meat in there isn’t it, you gonna let grandma have a play” she gasped and now the old dingbat thinks I’m her grandson.. how kinky is that..
Me: “Oh yes grandma, you love a bit of cock don’t you” I replied which seemed to push the right buttons as she pushed her dribbling mouth against my shaft running her mouth up and down its length..
Mrs P: “Oh fuck yes, I love it dear” she said as her trembling hand reached out grabbing the elasticated front and rather hurriedly pulled it out allowing my dick to spring up right in front of her eyes and now that I was exposed I figured I’d lend a hand and pushed my shorts down my legs and let gravity do the rest…

She now had full access to all of my equipment and she wasted no time in quickly whipping her teeth out and dropping them on the floor and getting her sloppy mouth to work..
Now I’d never had a blow by anyone without teeth before and oh my days if it wasn’t totally different experience, no teeth biting into you and just pure warm suction which just blew my mind..
Me: “Oh grandma, you’re so good at sucking my dick, that’s.. wow.. awesome.. keep going grandma” I said enthusiastically thinking I’ll keep with the grandma theme seeing that she’d started it, it wasn’t just a suck and go exercise, she was worshipping every part of me including my hairy balls and I was soon covered in her warm drippings as she finally ran her tongue up my shaft and taking me into her gummy mouth, my legs were trembling and I had to put my hands on her frail shoulders in order to support myself..
I have no idea how long it’d been since she had any kind of male membrane in her mouth but it’s like riding a bike, you never forget how to do it and she, as demented as she was, hadn’t forgotten how to suck cock..

I knew that with all the build up and a long time staring at her hanging hairy piss flaps that I wasn’t going to last long especially as her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip and I was interested to know if she had it in her to swallow or just dribble it out, either way was fine by me and we were just about to find out, I couldn’t hold it any longer and my hot creamy cum fired into her mouth with such velocity that a girl 50 years younger wouldn’t have held on to that load, she did her best bless her but the feeling of my excess cum dribbling out of her mouth and down to my balls was absolutely sensational..

To Be Continued….