Grandma Millie’s Kinky Night

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It was late in the day and Sharon was driving home after picking up a classic car her husband was going to restore. He had found a nineteen-sixty-six Chevy Nova SS in a town about three hours away. Being a long-haul truck driver, he had taken Sharon with him in the truck to the place to make the deal. The plan was then for him to continue his run to Kansas City while Sharon drove the car back home. The car was primed and the interior was rough, but the V-8 seemed to run fine. Despite the threat of snow, Sharon decided to drive the longer scenic secondary road route that she loved to ride on the Harley [See story: “Tom Meets Sharon And Rick” for details about Sharon.]Needing to pee badly, she turned down a dirt road off the highway and drove out of sight to pee. Unfortunately, the road was very narrow with no good place to stop and turn around. Getting more nervous, she drove for at least a couple of miles or more before finding a nice wide spot to pee and turn the car around in. After squatting and doing her thing, she started the car and attempted to drive away. To her alarm, the car wouldn’t move with the old Powerglide transmission in Drive. Something was wrong! Trying everything she knew, she couldn’t get it to move. Finally, she tried her cell phone. No service. At last, she began to walk down the dirt road to the highway, hoping to thumb a ride.While she was doing this, she heard the sound of an engine behind her and turned to see an ATV heading her way. The driver stopped and asked if that was her car back there. Replying it was and telling him of the problem, he offered to give her a ride to his cabin to see what they could do. After backtracking to grab her overnight bag from the car, the stranger drove her to his cabin.By now it was getting twilight with darkness falling quickly in the forest. Worse, the dark clouds of the storm were getting ominous and the air had turned chill. Despite her concern about going with this stranger, who had an AR-15 rifle in a gun rack in front of him, she thought it was the best course she could take under the circumstances. The gun didn’t bother her, she was used to guns and assumed (correctly) that he had been hunting. In fact, she had an S&W Shield 9mm in her purse and knew how to use it. She hopped on just as the first light flakes of snow began to fall and held on tightly as he drove her down some dim twisty dirt side road through the trees to a small wooden cabin. There was a four-by-four Toyota truck parked next to it.They got off and went inside. He hurriedly lit some lanterns and stoked the wood-burning stove to get a blazing fire going. Sharon looked around and saw that it was a small place with just three cozy rooms—a small kitchen/living area with a sofa and an old lounge chair, and two bedrooms furnished with old furniture. Taking off her coat, the man explained that there was no electricity unless he wanted to run the propane generator, but that he preferred to try and get by without it. There was no TV or computer.Eric and his wife had built this cabin, taking a decade to do it. It was furnished with their old furniture, except for the new bedroom set in the master bedroom. It wasn’t fancy, but it was their summer dream place. There were a lot of memories of her in it.Sharon sat there at the kitchen table while he did the little chores necessary. The storm was picking up outside and she could hear the wind blow. Unsure of her next step, she decided to introduce herself.“Hey, thanks for rescuing me. I’m lucky you came along. I’d hate to be out there now. By the way, my name is Sharon,” Sharon told him.He smiled a warm smile as he looked at her in the warm light of the lanterns, “Hi. I’m Eric. Welcome to my humble cabin. I was just out hunting coyotes and was lucky to find you.Because he was dressed in camo clothing, it was just logical in this part of the country to assume that he had been hunting something. He was wiping the moisture off of the rifle before he hung it by the sling next to the door. She noticed he was of medium height, fairly thin, and had grey hair and a goatee. His eyes were quite blue. He seemed to be around sixty or so, which made him a few years older than herself at fifty-five. He looked a bit like the actor, Sam Elliot.Eric took a good look at his guest finally. She was reasonably attractive and about five-five in height. Her most noticeable trait was her red hair and her big belly. He put her age in the mid to late fifties. She was wearing a sleeveless top under a black leather biker jacket, and black yoga pants that showed off her butt nicely. She had a full body and a big belly and a somewhat big ass. Nevertheless, he found her sexually attractive. What fixed his attention was her green eyes.The conversation turned to the rescue of her car. It was decided that it was late and would be very expensive to get a tow this late at night. They would also have to brave the storm and treacherous roads over a seven-thousand-foot pass to get to a place with cell service. Eric told her that it was treacherous when slippery with snow.  While Sharon wanted to get home, she didn’t want to endanger him or herself, even though she was sure he was a master of winter driving.If the truth is known, she was intrigued by this Good Samaritan and glad for his company. At home she would only be alone, so she decided to see how this played out. She was sure that if she insisted he would be a gentleman and drive her out. And there was no denying the fact that Sharon often had the itch to fuck men other than her husband, Rick—a trait he was okay with. And Eric looked like he might be a good fuck. On the other hand, he might be a serial killer that had just lured his next victim to his cabin. She glanced at her purse containing the 9mm. This granny wasn’t the type to be a victim and she knew how to shoot.Sharon quickly brushed that thought aside.“It’s dinner time and I could cook you something, but I warn you, I am a very bad cook. My wife did all the cooking and after she passed, I mostly live on microwave stuff. But here there is no microwave,” Eric said with a shrug and a laugh.“Oh, you are a widower? I’m sorry,” Sharon said in sympathy.“Oh, it’s okay. I’m dealing with it. But I gotta tell you I’m no cook, but I’ll do my best,” Eric said with a smile.Sharon, feeling suddenly giddy at the idea that Eric was single. She felt like a teen girl again Artvin Escort in the company of this somewhat older single man (though at their mature age, the difference was almost moot). She suddenly blurted out, “I’ll cook dinner for you. It’s the least I can do. I bet you would like a good home-cooked meal.”The bargain was struck and Sharon bustled away while Eric showed her pots and pans and the available food. Sharon was soon hard at work, cooking a simple, but delicious meal of steak and potatoes, while they compared life stories.Eric learned that she was ten years younger than him. While a lot of their lives were very dissimilar, they seemed to connect immediately as friends. She had that biker chick kind of cool—a hard wildness about her that he found very attractive. Eric was a nice guy that seemed somewhat like a cowboy from the old west. He had a quiet, slow-talking confidence about him. He was also still very fit for a retiree. Lean and sinewy. Sharon relaxed in his presence, realizing he wasn’t a serial killer after all, and told him as much.Eric laughed at that and made an off-hand joke about how you never could tell—he might have his way with her yet tonight even if he wasn’t a serial killer.Suddenly Eric blushed and stammered, “Wow! That didn’t sound very good. I promise I won’t take advantage of you. It was a joke.”“I knew that. Besides, maybe I’ll be the one taking advantage of you. I’ve been known to do that to strange men,” Sharon told him, laughing.It was at this point that they both realized that each other got their humor. It was also at this point that Eric first entertained the thought of what this fat but sexy redhead might be like in bed. It’s true that at fifty-five, Sharon was overweight with a big belly that sagged down and a large ass. And unlike many BBWs, her tits weren’t all that big, just C-cups. Her once-pretty face had plenty of mileage on it, but her green eyes were mesmerizing. There was something about this BBW redhead that exuded sex and hinted at the fleshy delights an experienced woman like her had to offer.Certainly, at his age, Eric didn’t expect perfection. He was more than willing to settle for an aged BBW that knew how to fuck. And Sharon gave every indication of being that kind of woman.With that thought in mind he locked eyes with her and said with a smile, “Ooooh, I might like that.”“Damn straight you would!” Sharon said, laughing, green eyes twinkling mischievously.As they ate dinner, the conversation continued. When Sharon asked if he was dating anyone, Eric replied in the negative, telling her he never found another woman he connected with. He also frankly admitted that a couple of the women he had taken out were more interested in companionship than sex. Having experienced a marriage to a wife who put a low priority on sex, he wanted and needed a change.Sharon told him that she didn’t understand why a woman with a good man wouldn’t want to have sex often. It was only natural. She admitted that sex wasn’t the problem with her, but rather finding the right guy. She had divorced her first husband, and her second husband had been lazy and abusive, Finally, she found her current husband and dumped the old one after a torrid affair at work with her husband-to-be, Rick.Her tacit admission that she liked sex and had been willing to cheat started the wheels turning in Eric’s head. As she sat there at the table in the warm lantern light, he felt very attracted to her. But they had just met! How could he make a move on a happily married woman he had just met?They both washed and dried the dishes together the old-fashioned way. Somehow, it seemed very cozy with the two of them standing there side by side. Again it was as if they were old friends. Finishing the dishes, they both sat down on the old sofa. The topic of what to do next and where this night was going was on both of their minds.Sharon felt herself being swept away by a feeling she knew all too well. It was a longing to enjoy sex with a strange man, to be naked and feel an unfamiliar hard cock deep inside of her pussy, to let her inner slut out. Good-looking Eric had brought these feelings out in her even though she had just met him. Would it be possible to seduce this man into having sex with a fat ol’ married woman?“What are we going to do, Sharon? I gotta admit that with that blizzard going on out there, I don’t want to have to drive anywhere tonight. I’d much rather try in the morning. But I don’t know what you want to do. You are welcome to sleep here tonight. You can take the bed in the guest room. And I promise I’ll leave you alone,” Eric said seriously.“What? Does that mean you don’t think I’m good-looking enough to touch?” Sharon joked with a gleam in her eye.Eric sputtered, caught off guard by the feisty redhead, “No, no. Of course, you are good-looking enough to touch! I’d love to touch you…er…I mean…well…damn you, Sharon!”Sharon grinned and told him, “Well, thank you! I’d hate to think I’m too fat and ugly for you. After all, once a man has had me, he is ruined for life! But seriously, I think it would be best if I stayed here. I will have no problem taking the guest room, as long as I don’t get too lonely!”“Oh no! You aren’t ugly at all, and I like your body. I like big curvy women a lot…er…I mean I think you are attractive. Oh shit! Well, I don’t want you to take what I say the wrong way, but you are making me tongue-tied like a teenager!” Eric said, bumbling his words.Sharon smiled inwardly. It was becoming obvious that Eric was becoming very attracted to her. And that made her feel warm inside. She knew at this point that she could easily seduce him. He seemingly wasn’t experienced with any woman as sexy as she could be if she wanted to. Sharon was now interested in seeing where this night was going to go—the fact that they only just met be damned!Sharon asked for something to drink and Eric went to the ‘fridge and grabbed a couple of beers, “It’s all I’ve got, besides some water or Coke,” he told her.Lifting their cans to each other as they sat on the couch they both said “Cheers” simultaneously. That brought a big laugh. The storm worsened outside in the darkness, but inside it was bright and cozy. In the distance, Eric heard the rumble of thunder. That was always ominous when it occurred during a snowstorm.Sharon continued the conversation as Eric surreptitiously Artvin Escort Bayan tried to eye her cleavage and figure out what her tits might be like, “You know, the thing I miss most when my husband is out of town for a few days, is not getting the hugs. I always loved being hugged and held. Now I have to do without.”“Well, I’d be glad to give you a hug whenever you need one,” Eric offered.“You know, I’ve been stranded with a broken-down car in the middle of nowhere, and almost got caught outdoors in this blizzard. I think I could use a hug right now, if you don’t mind, Eric,” Sharon told him as she moved closer to his body. The invitation to start the mating ritual obvious to Eric.Eric put his arm around her shoulders as they sat together on the couch, pulling her close to his side. It was merely friendly, but also very comforting. The fact that he was hugging this married woman who seemed rather sexually forward made it even better. So naughty!“Better?” he inquired.“Yes, it is,” Sharon told him as she snuggled against him.It was then that a tremendous flash lit up the windows, followed almost instantly by a huge peal of thunder. I made Sharon jump out of her skin and as she did so, she turned and grabbed Eric with her other arm, pulling him into her body in a tight, full hug. The thunder continued to rumble, but further away this time. However, Sharon and Eric remained in their full-body hug on the couch.Finally, Sharon broke the silence as they hugged, “Oh my! Aren’t we cozy? This is what I call a hug! I think you’ll do nicely in the absence of my old man.”Eric was loving the feeling of having this full-bodied, fleshy hot woman in his arms and was loathe to break the hug. Looking into her sparkling green eyes framed by her red hair, he wanted to kiss her. And the moment seemed to go on forever.“Yes, we are. So cozy,” was all Eric could say as he looked Sharon in the eyes.The moment was too much, recklessly he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Sharon’s eyes widened and then she kissed him back. Within a moment, she began to kiss him in her open-mouthed style that was no mere friendly kiss. It was genuine passion.Sharon looked at Eric as they embraced and realized how much she wanted to kiss him. Her eyes must have telegraphed her feelings to him because that is how he responded. After an, “Oh my god, I AM seducing this man” moment, Sharon kissed back passionately. It was what she wanted, yet had been oddly hesitant about. She hadn’t had another man besides her husband fuck her since Tom. And it was definitely what Eric must have wanted because the kiss went on and on as he pulled her tightly into his body. It was the moment when they both knew that they wanted each other, despite being total strangers.Finally, Eric broke the kiss and all Sharon could say was, “Wow!”“I don’t know what came over me just then,” he said apologetically.“I don’t know what came over you, either, but I like it. And if you are worried about me being married, don’t. It isn’t a problem,” Sharon said with a seductive little smile.“Eric, there are a bunch of candles here. Why don’t you just light them and put out the lanterns? I think it might be nice to watch the storm outside in front of the fire by candlelight,” Sharon suggested.The suggestion took the pressure off of the “married” remark and allowed them both to think as they went about this simple task. However, it was a romantic gesture on her part which Eric quickly heeded. The idea of sitting with his arm around this extraordinary woman on the couch by candlelight was wonderful. And the fact that it might lead to more kissing was even better. Eric put the idea of anything beyond that out of his head. He was used to sexual dead-ends in the couple of attempts he had made to date.Sometimes women liked to seem hot and daring, but when push came to shove, they backed out. Anymore, he just spent time every night stroking his cock to pictures from his porn collection. Yet there was a glimmer of hope. He hadn’t ever met a woman quite like Sharon.As Eric did as she had suggested, lighting the candles, Sharon excused herself to use the bathroom to freshen up—just in case things got hot and heavy. Looking in the mirror she took stock of her body. Her belly was big and fat and her tits were relatively small and saggy. She remembered when they were firm and pointed out. Now they pointed to the floor. Her ass was far bigger than it ever used to be in her prime and certainly she wasn’t the beauty she once was.“Stop acting like a silly girl!” Sharon told herself pulling her yoga pants up tight in the crotch. After all, recently her neighbor, Tom, had easily been lured into bed with her, and came back for more with both her and her husband, Rick, even though he was fifteen years younger than her. There was no doubt that if that experienced philanderer was smitten by her naked body and the sex she gave him, the older and less-experienced Eric would feel the same about her.When she returned, Eric was just finishing up lighting the candles. As she walked in he admired her ass in her skin-tight pants. There also seemed to be a definite camel-toe showing as well. Finishing, he sat beside her and put his arm around her, bringing her close to his body, and allowing her to snuggle against him. It felt so amazingly good.As if to answer her nagging doubts, Eric spoke to her, “Do you mind hugging some more? How am I so lucky to have a sexy, good-looking woman like you as a visitor in my cabin in a snowstorm? Maybe I’m being too forward, but I think you’re very attractive, Ms. Sharon.”Eric had been having self-doubt as well. For decades, he had only been naked with and had sex with, his wife. Would Sharon like his skinny naked body? He also worried about his technique in bed. His wife had not been adventurous and sex was extremely bland. She hated how big his cock was and complained that it hurt when he screwed her. She had loved her pussy eaten, but did Sharon?Deciding that he was worrying too much about nothing and that a woman as nice as Sharon probably would be just fine with him naked, he shoved his doubts to the back of his mind. Somehow she made him feel good-looking.They talked as Eric sat with his arm around her, caressing her bare shoulder. Her soft body felt wonderful against him and he loved the way her green eyes lit up when she was passionate. Escort Artvin They talked about their lives, although it was mostly about her life. She seemed to open up to him and began to tell him some of the escapades she had done on her bike trips to Sturgis and other places. Eric knew without a doubt that he wanted to fuck this redheaded granny he had dragged out of the storm.Eric finally got the nerve to inquire about one of his fears and probe Sharon’s sexuality. He was telling her about the last woman he had dated—a silver-blonde-haired, skinny little divorcee who had aggressively flirted with him when she was his waitress at the little cafe in the resort ten miles up the road. They had progressed to making out and feeling her tits at the point of the story. She met him for breakfast one morning upset at the events of the night before.Eric finally got her to tell him what the problem was. Her ex-husband had gotten drunk the night before and came to her apartment begging her to have sex with him. She said he had wanted to do something “gross”. Probing further, she admitted that he had wanted to eat her pussy! The very idea seemed to upset her. At this point, Eric knew she wasn’t the woman for him. He loved eating pussy too much for that! Eric was hesitant in telling Sharon the story, himself, obviously thinking the subject was too personal and sexual.Sharon realized this was a chance to show him that she was a woman who not only wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality but loved to push the boundaries of it.“If it had been me,” Sharon said in a throaty voice, “I’d have invited him right in! Anytime a man wants to eat my pussy—come on in! Let’s go for it!”Right then and there, Eric knew that Sharon would be as hot as a firecracker in bed. She made his cock stiffen instantly! At this moment Sharon put her face close to Eric‘s and gazed lovingly into his eyes with a power that he hadn’t felt in years. Her green eyes danced with passion and her lips were slightly parted. His hand had slid partially up under her shirt and felt the warm bare skin of her back.“You’re a nice guy, Eric. I’m so glad we met. I like the way you make me feel. I feel like I have known you for all my life,” she told him, eyes locked on his.“But what about your husband, Sharon?” Eric asked, still concerned.“Don’t worry about him. He and I have an understanding. Both of us cheated on our previous spouses, and with me home alone a lot and him being a truck driver, it is hard not to have a one-night stand when you’re craving sex. So we agreed to allow each other the freedom to do so. It’s only sex. We have also done a little swinging,” Sharon explained.“Wow!” Eric exclaimed, “I don’t suppose that you would be interested in having a little fun tonight, would you?”“Oh, I think I could be talked into that, alright,” Sharon said with an enigmatic smile.With that explanation clearing the air, it was too much for either to resist. Eric felt the overpowering need to kiss this amazing redhead. And so he did. At first, they just kissed on the lips, brushing them against each other, lightly and teasingly, but then they gave in to their full passion and desire for each other. Eric began to kiss her hard and Sharon opened her mouth. Soon their tongues were exploring each other. The kiss was long and passionate. It was so sexual that it seemed as if their mouths and tongues were having sex with each other.They sprawled back on the couch in a position where they could enjoy each other’s bodies. Eric‘s hands roamed across Sharon’s body as she held him fiercely. Sharon’s shirt pulled up, exposing her large bare belly and Eric‘s hand soon began to feel her bare skin there. It sent a tingle through both of them. As the kisses continued, he ran his hand to her butt and then down her thigh. Sharon moaned and spread her legs slightly, encouraging him to run his hand inside her thighs, close to her pussy.Eric began to kiss her neck and shoulders as he caressed her thighs and as she turned her ass for him to caress it. Sharon reached down and began to rub his hard cock through his camo hunting pants. In response, Eric ran his hand up Sharon’s body under her shirt and held her breast through her bra, then down again to her inner thighs. But this time he rubbed his hand across her pussy. The tight pants made this even more intimate and Sharon moaned again. It was a moment to be savored as they explored each other with their hands, slowly getting more sexual and bold.Sharon soon was moaning, “Oh, Eric! Oh, you make me feel so good!”“You feel so good, too, Sharon. I can’t believe we are doing this, but I don’t want to stop. It feels so right!” Eric told her lovingly.“Yes, it does. Yes, it does feel so right. Eric, I need you right now! I don’t care that I’m married. I just don’t want this feeling to end,” Sharon said passionately.It was back to kissing her mouth again as his hand caressed her back and then her breast. As he did so, Eric fumbled with the hooks on the bra. Sharon knew what she wanted and needed—a man to pleasure her tits. Breaking their hug, Sharon sat up and reaching back, helped him undo her bra, allowing it to fall off of her tits and dangle below them, allowing access to her boobs. Eric greedily began to fondle them with his strong hands, softly at first, and then more forcefully kneading them and playing with her now-hard nipples. Once again they just took the time to enjoy the feeling—the excruciating build-up to what could only now become sexual abandon and release. But they wanted to slowly enjoy every step of the journey.Pushing up her shirt, Eric moved his mouth down to her boobs. They were wonderful looking in the flickering light—her firm little nipples so inviting to his mouth. Taking his time, Eric sucked one nipple while his hand fondled the other tit. They were a wonderful C-cup size, like his late wife’s, with an erotic mature sag that always turned Eric on. He couldn’t have been happier.“Do you like them?” Sharon asked, already knowing the answer.“You have amazing tits, Sharon. I could suck them all night long!” Eric said, beaming at her.“I think I’m down with that,” she replied.Neither rushed the moment. Both took time to savor the foreplay. Eric’s hands and mouth were stimulating her tits and nipples nicely, and for his part, Eric couldn’t be happier with a set of tits than he was with Sharon’s. They were different in shape than his late wife’s, with quite different little nipples as well. He enjoyed taking his time to get to know them intimately.His free hand was now rubbing Sharon’s pussy through the barrier of her yoga pants. As he did so, Sharon spread her legs and pushed against his hand.

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