11/08/2013
Just so you will know the devious slut I really am.
I go to the senior center, not to talk to men, or even women. I like to listen to the women.
It is amazing the information they will give you without even realizing it.
For instance, I learned that there is a grocery store specializing in serving seniors. They will deliver groceries to your house. Ok, so, oh ho, then I learned that the delivery man is a young man of 18. So, I started working on my plan.
It took a little while to get everything worked out, and set everything up, just the way I wanted it. I managed to get a mirror in just the right place, so that if you are standing in the kitchen, you can see into the hall bathroom.
Then the plan. I called the store, and explained that I wouldn't be home until late in the afternoon.
I put on a almost sheer blouse, and some khaki shorts. Then watched for him to arrive. As soon as I saw him pull up, I went out the back door, poured a cup of water over my shoulders, and tits, put on my floppy hat, and as I went around the house, I picked up my garden tool. I rounded the corner just as he was ringing the bell. I said, Oh, there you are. He was holding my box of groceries, turned and looked at me. I saw his eyes go wide. I know I was hiding very little from him, and I had only began my plan. I went up the steps, and opened the door for him, and ask, would you mind setting them on the kitchen counter? He said, not at all. When we got into the kitchen, I kind of maneuvered him to where I wanted him, and said, I will get you the money, and I want to give you a tip. Then I said, I really need to get out of these wet cloths, Can you wait just a minute? He said yes mam.
I then went into the hall bathroom, and turned on the light. I knew when the light came on it would reflect in the mirror, and his eyes would automatically go to it. Then I undressed, slowly, and began to dry myself off. I turned every witch way, so he would get a good look at 'all' of me. I then put on a robe, and got money out of my purse, and went back into the kitchen, and as I handed him the money, I looked at his crotch, and said, oh, what a nice complement, as I reached out to feel his dick. Then looking him right in his eye, I ask, did I cause this? He kind of stammered some, and finally said, I think so, mam. I then had a good grip on his dick, and it was hard as steel.
I then unbuckled his pants, pulled the zipper down, and pulled his pants, and shorts down with one smooth motion. His dick flopped up and smacked his belly. In one second, I dropped my robe, and sat on the counter, and pulled him in between my legs. He was the perfect height, as his dick slid right into my pussy. I put my arms around him right under his arms, and said fuck me hard. He thrust about 12, or 15 times, and said, I'm cumming!. I said I know, just keep thrusting, and he did. I cum, and he cum. Then I took him to my bedroom, and he got naked, and we fucked for another 30 minutes.
Every week now, he delivers my groceries, and helps me with my orgasms
Martha