The Glamorous Granny

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The Glamorous Granny1986 or possibly 1987, I was in my mid 20’s and going out with Viv, aBBC TV producer who was both gorgeous, and incredibly . During Whitsun week I found myself some hundred miles away from her,at a Holiday camp in South Wales, as bassist in a hastily put together backing band for a fading glam rocker who was appearing for a week’s residency. I will call him Rocky for the sake of argument, but I do not refer to Handsome b**sts frontman Rocky Shades here, though we do know him. Rocky’s tastes in recreation would not pass the filters here, shall wesay. So there we were, at Butlins Barry Island. My mate Kevin was playingguitar in the band, and also filling in on vocals where Rocky’s staple diet of whisky, cigarettes etc did not allow him to dare to tread. We did all week with Rocky, two 45 minute spots per night, which allowedus a LOT of free time, but on the last day, the Friday, something blew in Rocky, and he was bleeding in his throat, and an ambulance took him away to Cardiff General hospital. Kev and I took the vocals and the band did an impromptu set of rock andglam rock classics to fill the night in, we went down far better than Rocky, we even encored with one of his. After the second set we hung out at the bar, and watched the glamorousgranny competition, and yes they REALLY DO have them. And knobbly knees competitions. This is British culture at it’s lowest ebb. Seaside portcards, fish and chips, like “Hi De Hi” or one big Carry On film. The clientele are staunchly working class, NO ONE would go there if theydidn’t take c***dren or grandc***dren, so our chances of pulling were limited. There were teens there, who had grudgingly gone on holiday with their families, but were under their strict supervision. Any women of our age group were themselves parents, and there with their c***dren. It was unexpected shall we say, when one of the glamorous grannies wasreally VERY glamorous. We could not make out how old she was, her figure was remarkably toned, and put to shame many of the teens. We reasoned that to qualify she’d be likely to be in her mid to late 40s, but her face and hair belonged to a bygone era of black and white heroines, Grace Kelly, Ingrid Bergman , Lauren Bacall – that type of thing. She was outstandingly beautiful. It was no surprise when she won, so then Kev dared me to go and pullher. When she appeared with her prize of a bottle of Happy Shopper AstiSpumante I walked casually past. “Congratulations!” I called over, “very well deserved” I smiled She had several family members around her, and I could not quite workout who was who. She could not POSSIBLY be single, surely. To my surprise she called me over. “Did you want to help me celebrate?” she smiled ” I think it’s vintage” she looked the the bottle doubtfully “Hmm” I said, “not with that” The family members withdrew, and went off to dance with CaptainCrocodile or some such. I called the barmaid over and bought a bottle of decent AustralianChardonnay, on Rocky’s tab as well, he wasn’t needing it, he was hospitalised. It was nicely cold , and I poured us a glass each. “What on earth are you doing in a place like this?” I started “What’s a nice old lady like me doing in a place like this?” she giggled”You’re not old, Jesus, you’re the most attractive woman on the entiresite” I said “I am the only GREAT grandmother in the lineup, so I AM old. I’m 55 ifyou’re interested, I bet I’m twice as old as you” she told me It was close, I think I was 25. I admitted she was more or less twice as old as me. We exchanged names, she was Veronica I discovered she owned a horse riding school, and had recently handedthe running of it over to her daughters. Veronica was very well spoken, which made her seem even more out ofplace where we were. I charged a bottle of proper Champagne to Rocky’s account, and shesuggested we go somewhere else to drink it, i.e. her chalet, and she said it needed to be now, because she was sharing it with various family, and before long we’d have company. I grabbed a couple of glasses and off we went, walking through the noisysite, towards her accommodation. “Are you…. after sex?” she suddenly asked me “Well, I’m not EXPECTING sex” I told her “But I’d be lying if türkçe bahis I said Iwouldn’t .. like to” “It’s been over ten years” she went on to say “nearer fifteen, since Ihad more than a … cuddle. I went on a cruise and a man took a fancy to me, he turned out to be married, so that put me off” “I assume you have been married?” “Yes, I was widowed thirty years ago, my husband had a buildingcompany, he was very hands-on. He was killed on a site” “I’m SORRY” “Thank you. Now if we go in here, you will be gentle with me? I was avery very PHYSICAL person at one time, and .. as and when or IF I get my confidence, then it might be me who has to be gentle with you!” she warned me We entered the darkened room, and she turned on only a table lamp, sothe lights were low. She was wearing a very fitted dress with a crossover top which reallyaccentuated her big breasts. They WERE big as well – bloody HUGE – and when she was dressed they were high and proud. I was wondering if it would all collapse when the clothes came off. She came up to me and kissed me, tentatively at first, then with morefeeling. I was fairly passive at first, though fast getting hard. I reached round and gently cupped her bottom. It was round but firm,very firm, and I was delighted to feel she’d got st*ckings on. She MMmmed into my mouth, and then stepped back from me I thought for a moment she was having misgivings, but happily I waswrong. She undid the ties and started to undress Underneath the sleek dress was a masterpiece of retro erotic underwear,a blue satin basque which nipped her waist in tight and provided considerable uplift to her considerable bust. She was wearing midnight blue French knickers, her cleavage was full andmagnificent in the basque, and this ensemble topped off, or bottomed off with black silk stockings, and suspenders attached to the corsetry, which emerged from the French knickers in the most delighful way. Her thighs were so perfect for their stockings, curvy but toned. Oh god she was magnificent, but 55!! My cock was as hard as a rock in my tight leather trousers (well, youknow, stage wear) “Shall I continue?” she grinned “It’s been a long time, I used to do ..burlesque for my husband” “DID you?” I smiled “Lucky man. Go on then, lets see what you canremember” “It’s not THAT I’m worried about remembering” laughed Veronica,reaching behind herself to undo the fastenings of the basque. “Get ready to catch them” she smiled wistfully I stood “I was joking, young man. Sit down” She was at the moment the boss, so I sat. When they came out, they dropped four or five inches, no more. Theywere magnificent full n*ppled beauties, and far more than a handful. Two handfuls each, and I have LONG bassist fingers! when later I got a look at the basque’s label I found them to be 38DD,which are whoppers by anybody’s estimation. she must have soaked them daily in oil of ulay, they were so softunstretched and bountiful. She took off the basque, and unfortunately the stockings, which were ofcourse, attached leaving only the french knickers, and some very high heels. “Now you!” she said “I want you to strip for me” Gulp she sat across the room from me I stood, and took her place in the middle of the room I slowly pulled my t shirt off over my head “Ooh, lovely six pack”, she cooed I don’t recall doing any exercise as such, in those days, I think I wasjust skinny I got my boots off next as I didn’t want to be falling over. and socks.Always awkward. The next thing was the belt undoing, bit of a tease then, and unz
ippingthe leathers. Then it was straight down and off, no falling over, only my black briefsthen. This was I think before the days of designer underpants. Nice ones though, as you never know. The bulge in them was considerable. On a good day with a following wind,I’m a touch over seven inches, and quite wide, quite a girth, almost 6 inches round, so it looked fairly big in my pants. As I pulled the pants down she sighed loudly. “Oh god, show me” she moaned I pulled them down and off , my erection stood out , as proud as I was. “Hold it” she said I stopped “No” she explained “I mean hold your cock. I want to see you play withit a little bit” Gulp again I gripped it towards the base, güvenilir bahis siteleri I find it delays the inevitable, whilststill feeling nice. I grasped my balls with the other hand “Oh my christ” she blurted and shoved her right hand purposefully intothe front of the French knickers. She was wanking as she watched me She grabbed a glance at her watch, which was Cartier or some such. “Sh*t” she said , and it sounded quite cute in such posh tones “We’vegot 45 minutes, an hour MAX, before everyone comes back here” She pulled the kn*ckers down and off, and she had a generous BUSH coopedup in there “Listen” she said “I’m long past c***d bearing and you won’t need to usea condom, in fact I positively forbid it, BUT if you’ve got any ….. diseases then … we’ll just have to … um … heavy PET” she giggled “But I am not as moist as I once.. had the pleasure to be. I wonder do you, you like to .. you know, go down? On ladies? the elderly?…” “Christ yes” I was on my knees in an instant and spreading her ivorythighs. She moved foward on the seat to get her pussy accessible She pulled the hair and Pussy lips apart for me It WAS a jungle down there “If I’d known you were visiting I would have tidied up” she explained “DON WUBBY” I said, my mouth full of hair and pussy lips I extended my tongue into the hole, she was as she’d warned, not thatjuicy, but I did my best to compensate with huge amounts of spit. “MMMMM” she groaned, manhandling her big tits and nipples “fuckingHELL thats nice!” I moved up to get to her clitoris, which was a beauty, but I wassomewhat hampered by the undergrowth “Oh CHRIST” she muttered as I went to work on it In a few moments her hips started to shake “Stand up!” she cried “Stop!” “What’s the matter?” “I’m .. I was going to cOme” “What’s wrong with that?” I asked “I don’t WANT to come yet. Now stand up” I stood “Here” she pointed right to a spot right in front of her, barely a cockslength away I stood She grabbed my cock off me and proceeded to lick around the head “I’m going to suck your cock” she announced she inserted a thumb into her mouth “Shall I take my teeth out?” she asked I must have looked horrified. There was a considerable drop in the angleof the erection She laughed uproariously “Your FACE!” she said “I have all my own teeth thank you very much,except for one at the back” The cock came back up again as she opened her very attractive mouth andtook the head in “OH” I moaned , as my toes kneaded the carpet “I used to be very good at this” she told me and took me well into herthroat I almost came “Stop stop” It was my turn to say “Lie on the floor for me” she said “If I remember correctly, I have toget on top to come. I need you to grab my tits and talk dirty to me ” I lay she sat I grabbed fuck they were huge , and firm, but heavy “Christ they’re fantastic” I enthused She f*ngered her hairy pussy as she moved up and down on me “You’ve got the most gorgeous cunt” I told her “God, I’m so deep inthere, and I’m full of hot sperm, but I’m desparately trying not to come” “I bet the young things you fuck are very COY aren’t they? I bet theydon’t tell you what to do, like me” “They don’t!” I agreed “you have to kind of guess!” “Your cock is SOOO fucking hard” she told me “are you really going tocome?” “Well.. ” I admitted “unless I .. mentally take myself away, which Idon’t want to do , because I am really ..enjoying you – then I’d give it five minutes, MAX!” “Okay.. okay. ME first” she insisted and redoubled her efforts atmoving up and down on me. She’d developed a considerable grip which wasn’t there when we started. She was gripping my chest. “Tell me again how old you are” she said “25” I said (or however old I was) “Oh GOD” she exclaimed “thirty years younger than me, thank you GOD” and with much ado, and a great deal of noise ( we could hear TVs andradios being turned up both sides) she came and produced an impressive amount of fluids in the process, dribbling down over my balls. She jumped off and immediately enveloped my cock between her huge tits. “Come on” she encouraged me “shoot it all in here, I DID want it allinside me, but I’ve decided I want to see you come” I obliged, hugely, copiously. Hugely, thickly güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri and creamily. With all the gigs and sharing a room with Kev, I hadn’t had theopportunity for a wank all week, the last time I had come was the previous weekend, in Viv’s mouth. She thoroughly rubbed it all into her breasts, very appreciatively “That was fantastic” she said I nodded, vainly trying to get my breath back She looked again at her watch, there were 25 minutes left of safe haven.”How long before you can get hard again, do you think?” she asked “Five.. ten minutes. Possibly less, but I wouldn’t be able to come againyet” I admitted “Not my problem” she laughed “you get lots of girls, I’m sure, I haven’tbeen touched in years, so….this is MY treat, now. You can have a wank later, if necessary. You look like you’re good at that” “OOh” was all I could think of to say “Come here” she said and sat me on the sofa My cock was back in her mouth, half hard and coming back strong She may have been the blow job queen of 1950, but she had forgottenlittle of the art Once she’d got me hard again, she licked her way down the back of theshaft to my balls, and gently sucked each one. “OOOF” I moaned “Are you READy?” she grinned? I nodded “One more time, is all we’ve got time for” she warned “I’m torn betweenbeing ravished from behind or having you on top and having your young hard body overpower me and fuck me into the middle of next week. In fact, about Thursday” “Why choose?” I smiled “Li’l bit of each” She got on all fours and presented her sumptuous arse to me “Slip in there” she invited me, “and don’t be gentle – get the fulllength in there” I took my hard cock in hand and sidled up to her, I did slip, I was notgentle, and I did indeed deliver the requested full length, my balls slapping against her curvaceous bottom. She was unashamedly wanking as I fucked her, her big tits swingingfreely underneath, as I grabbed and kneaded those fantastic breasts. “Going to c*me” she gasped, “on my back now” I pulled out and held onto my cock as she rearranged herself on herback, for the vin*gar strokes. I moved on top of her and felt her muscles grip me as I slipped backinto her brimming pussy. Her warnings of dryness were certainly unfounded. “Can you kiss me and fuck me at the same time?” she asked “SURE!” I assured her and locked my mouth onto hers, our tongues beganbattling and I thought for a moment what a fabulous kisser she was, and how we , in our brief time together had not done enough of it. My hips were going ten to the dozen, really quickly really hard now, ourgr*ins smashing together I realised I was going to come and a little MMF escaped me into hermouth where it was received and understood I went to withdraw but a leg whipped round to prevent me “IN ME” she groaned I groaned I did In her Great bollockfulls of hot sperm hit her long neglected insides to greatmoans from both of us Her cunt clamped me, like a tyrefitters hand and squeezed the last dropsfrom me I collapsed sweating onto her as she had
her final climax “JEEE-sus” she giggled, “can you MOVE IN with me ?” “I … have a girlfriend” I explained “I was a BET wasn’t I? ” she smiled “No, a dare” I admitted, “different, no .. winnings, you know. Just achallenge to see if I could… pull you” “It wasn’t too bad?” She ventured “I am one hundred percent being honest, when I say you’re absolutelygorgeous, and I loved … making love to you” She smiled broadly “You’ve made an old lady very happy” She held her hand out for me to kiss which seemed incongruous in theextreme. We showered together and dressed , and kissed goodbye. As made my way back to my chalet, I passed her entire family on their way back to the scene of our passion. There had not been a second to spare ! The next day she and her family were leaving, and I saw them waiting atthe gates for their minibus. I walked over and Kissed her firmly and lingeringly, full on the mouth, in front of her daughters and grandc***dren, to the sound of WHOOPS and catcalls. She breathlessly mouthed ‘bye’ as they boarded the bus. In the late 90’s I was doing a solo gig in Beverley Yorkshire, and awoman walked across who looked startlingly like Veronica did in 1986/7. On my break, I went to find this woman, and there she was sat with Veronica, for it was Veronica’s daughter I had spotted. Veronica remembered me immediately. She was with her new husband who was I would say 40. She seemed very happy, and looked fantastic, now in her late 60’s. D

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