Snowflakes trickled down in between the naked branches and onto my yellow grass. Oh, great. Just what I need—more deprivation from the sun and being cooped up in the house for the next few months. The summer flew by quickly. I had a ton of work to complete, keeping me from the outdoors.
The few days that I had off during the summer, I went to the beach and scouted for hotties. Some rejected me, and others were with guys. The one woman I thought I had a chance with was in her early fifties. She was sitting by herself at a coffee shop, and I approached to ask her about the coffee.
Uncontrollably, my eyes darted to her bulging chest when she briefly looked away. She invited me to sit next to her, and I felt completely at ease talking to her. I was certain that I would bang her.
It turned out that young women weren’t the only ones who were full of nonsense. The older ones harboured trauma and wanted to punish the current guy for the previous one’s mistakes. She had never been married and had no children. According to her, she was still waiting for the right man to come along. Talk about being clueless.
At her age, she should be grateful for a man with an average salary and mental stability to be interested in her. One would think that would be enough. But it’s not for her and most women. As they age, their standards don’t lower. For some strange reason, they feel that they’re still worthy of the top men whom they could attract when they were in their twenties.
The longer she spoke about her choices, the more I understood the reason she was single. Everything had to be on her terms, and she was completely inflexible about numerous issues. Although I wanted to bang her, I couldn’t imagine which guy would spend the rest of his life with her. She was unsatisfiable.
I walked her to her car and opened the door. My car was half a kilometre away, and I asked her for a lift. She dropped me off at my car, and I asked her to join me for coffee.
“We can meet on the beach,” she said.
“Why? Why not the coffee shop?”
“I don’t want it to be like a date.”
I looked away and thought about bolting out of the car, but I didn’t want to exit rudely. She expanded on her reason—I was younger than her and needed to find a woman to build a life with. She was right. But I wanted to bang a woman until I found my wife, and I figured that she was the perfect candidate.
She said that she was only into serious relationships. Yeah, right. I wouldn’t be surprised that when she travels, she gets double penetrated by black dicks. Most women want to appear prim and proper when presenting themselves, but they’re complete whores when nobody is around to judge them.
When I got home, I felt stupid for trying to convince her to give me a chance. I was thirteen years her junior and had much better skin. Why on Earth did I waste my time trying to convince an old hag to give me a chance? I guess I was desperate. Desperation can make a man stoop to new lows, significantly lowering his value.
I jerked off while fantasising about cumming on her tits and her licking it off. That would’ve been fantastic to experience.
After meeting the golden oldie, I returned to that beach a few weeks later. While strolling along the walkway, I looked to my right and saw a slim beauty, skin glistening as the sun reflected off her wet skin as she stepped out of the water in a black bikini.
Her long, tied-up hair dangled to her mid-back, and her movement was slow but seductive. I saw her walking towards me, so I pulled out my phone, pretending to check it, so I had time to see where she would settle.
She walked behind me and lay on a towel. My nervousness ballooned inside my chest, and I considered carrying on walking to escape the dreaded feeling. It was so much easier to walk away from fear, but I had to face it. Only real men get the prize.
“Hi. I was wondering if the water was cold,” I said.
“It’s perfect. You can go for a swim. Try it.”
Her response made me believe that she wanted to get rid of me, but her smile suggested that she knew my intention and was curious about my reaction. I thought she tested me, and I had to forge on to see if I stood a chance with her. I always lived by the motto, You only know where the line is once you cross it.
“I didn’t bring my swimwear. What you up to?”
“Just relaxing. I love it here. It’s peaceful, and it gives me a chance to get away from the bustle of the city.”
I sat next to her on the grass, and she offered me a cigarette. I declined and told her that I didn’t drink either. She looked at the water while speaking to me, giving me a chance to admire her body. I was ready to bang her on the spot. I wouldn’t have cared if people stopped to gawk or even take photos. My uncontrollable desire to have her took over, and I lost my moral compass.
Her engagement assured me that I stood a chance of having her, so I didn’t want to rush physicality to possibly turn her off. She was three years older than me and a nurse who recently broke it off with a guy she had been with for ten years. I figured that her pussy must’ve been dry, and she longed for a dick inside of her.
Then again, she was a nurse. Considering their promiscuous reputation, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had gotten banged at the hospital a few times after her break-up.
She used a public bus, and I offered to take her home, hoping that she would invite me inside for nookie.
Close to her home, she asked for my phone number and said that she wasn’t interested in hooking up. Apparently, she wasn’t in that phase of her life. I wasn’t certain about what she meant by that, but I hoped that she would change her mind. After all, a woman does that all the time, especially if she feels you add value to her.
I arranged a date with her to walk along the pier.
The following day, while thinking about her profession, I realised that she was probably vaccinated. That was a deal breaker. I had no evidence to claim that the vaccine had transmissible poison, but I wasn’t prepared to risk my health.
A few hours before the date, she called to postpone, claiming she had fallen ill. Yipeee, I exclaimed internally.
“Sure, no problem. You get better, and when you do, we’ll make plans,” I said. Yeah right.
My streak of loneliness persisted for the next two weeks. I had jerked off every day, fantasising about bending the nurse over the examination table.
On a Saturday afternoon, I received a message. It was the nurse from the beach. She said that she had recovered and wanted to know if I were available to meet up. Considering I had no other female prospects, I agreed to go out with her. Worst case scenario, I would wear a condom to prevent any transmissible diseases.
The arrangement was that she would wait on the side of the road by her place for me. As I neared her street, she called me and told me that she saw I had driven past her. I turned around and searched for her but couldn’t see her.
She called again, agitated that I hadn’t reached her. I didn’t like her tone, so I told her to calm down.
I circled the block again and didn’t see her, so I decided to drive further down the street. Two hundred metres ahead, I saw her on the side of the road.
She leapt into the car, her face flustered and her jaw tightly clenched as she looked ahead.
“I can’t believe it took you this long. Where the hell were you?” she asked, sternly.
“You told me that I had passed you. I was actually on my way to you.”
“That must’ve been another car that looked like yours. I’ve been waiting here forever. I can’t believe you couldn’t find my place.” She spoke rapidly, raising her voice with each sentence. She added, “You dropped me off last time. You should know where I live.”
Her face became redder, and she frowned, avoiding eye contact with me.
I released a silent sigh, completely hopeless about enjoying a pleasant evening. Seconds after she entered my car, she ruined the date, and I saw no reason to go through with it.
Not wanting to make the evening more unpleasant by asking her to step out of the car, I coaxed hope inside my heart for the evening to turn around.
At a coffee shop, her wall began to collapse as I leaned into her and told her that I had noticed her beautiful green eyes for the first time. Her shoulders lowered, and her face relaxed. Her lips curled, and I told her that she looked even more beautiful when smiling.
I told her that she needed a husband, and she refuted the suggestion by claiming that she hadn’t met anyone who was ‘Wow’. Resisting the urge, I wanted to ask her if she considered herself to have the wow-factor.
We spoke about her work week, and I suggested pancakes. The coffee shop didn’t serve them, so she found a place online.
At my car, I opened the door for her, and she thanked me. As she checked the navigation on her phone, I stared at her tits. They were lovely, and I wanted to suck them.
I looked at the map and realised that I knew the location of the pancake joint.
When we walked inside, she walked to the other side of the table but then walked back and sat next to me. She swung her feet like a puppy excited about receiving a bone.
Her wavy hair tumbled down her back, and I stroked it. I stared at the crack of her ass as she looked at the kitchen. Abruptly, she turned her face to me, as if she knew that I had ogled her body.
Frowning at me, she asked, “What’s up?”
I shook my head and said, “I can’t wait for the pancakes to arrive.”
I rubbed her back and grabbed her waist. Footage of her bending over the table and screaming as I banged her from behind, with everyone gawking at us, played in my mind.
Considering her mood improvement, I believed I had a chance of taking her home with me.
After we ate the pancakes, we strolled to a nearby park and sat on a bench. Her shoulder rubbed mine, so I put my arm around her. She kept her back straight and stiff, refusing to recline into my chest, so I stroked her hair, tucking it behind her ear.
I saw that she enjoyed that, so I kept doing it, hoping that would turn her on.
Out of nowhere, she insisted that we leave. Her excuse? Her stomach acted up.
When I pulled up to her place, she said that we would not kiss goodbye. What a bitch. I pressed my finger on her cheek to indicate the spot I’d like to kiss. I pecked her cheek and then turned mine for her. She kissed it and then got out of the car.
On my way home, I realised that her sudden excuse at the park bench was a scapegoat to prevent physical escalation. She fought her desires, even though it robbed her of pleasure.
Women are strange creatures. They protect their feelings by avoiding risk and subsequently hurt themselves by preventing potential happiness.
I avoided calling her for two weeks. My penis urged me to do it, but my gut told me that it was futile.
Eventually, my penis won, and I pressed the dial button. Her phone rang for some time before I hung up. She messaged me a minute later to tell me that she was on a date. What a bitch.
Heading into autumn, I was still without a sexual partner. Desperation urged me to contact the nurse, trying to convince me that I stood a chance of bedding her. But logic disagreed. They bickered for several weeks, one serving as a constant reminder of my loneliness while the other set in after I jerked off and ejaculated.
I was alone, bored and horny—a deadly combination. I scrolled my contacts list, hoping to discover a woman I hadn’t contacted after meeting.
My eyes broadened as my finger hovered over Vanessa’s name. We met at the waterfront when I went to view an apartment to lease. She was at the entrance, pressing the intercom.
“Is this the Oxford building?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m trying to get hold of my son. Seems like he’s not in,” she said, pulling out her phone.
Wearing a yellow floral dress, Vanessa put on glasses as she scrolled through her phone. I assumed she was in her late 40s, early 50s, which she confirmed after asking my age. Claiming I was too young, she seemed hesitant to connect with me further.
“Why do you want an old man? You need a young guy with stamina and energy to show you a good time?” I said.
She smiled, making me believe that she understood the covert message.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“Divorced. My husband wanted it that way.”
I was surprised that he filed for divorce, considering that women are the majority of petitioners. She must’ve driven him over the edge for him to risk losing his assets in court.
Vanessa was friendly, but most women strive to make a good first impression. Besides, I was interested only in sex with her, not forming a relationship.
Her dress reached above her knees, revealing her tanned legs and piquing my curiosity about the rest of her body. My gut told me that she missed sex since her divorce and was looking to get back on the wagon.
“You free to meet up for coffee?” I asked.
“Sure, we can. I’m actually going to Germany in two weeks, so I’ll have to check my schedule.”
I was confused. She either blew me off or was one of the worst time managers I had met.
“It’s half an hour to grab a coffee and chat,” I said.
“Okay.”
I saved her number and told her I’d call the next day, although her response made me second-guess myself. I hoped that my dry spell would replenish my desire to pursue her.
The next day, I called her and arranged to pick her up.
She got into the car, and her dress slid up to her thigh, revealing more of her tanned legs. I peeked at them before my eyes shot up to meet hers as she looked at me. She smiled, leaned in and turned her cheek.
At the coffee shop, Vanessa was receptive to my advances. As we laughed, I leaned in, put my hand on her leg and kept it there for a few seconds. She smiled at me, and I hoped that she pictured me touching her all over her body.
“Have you ever done a professional photoshoot?” I asked.
“Whoa. I can’t remember the last time. It was ages ago.”
“I bought a professional camera a few months back and took classes to improve my skills. If you want, I can take some pictures of you. You can show off that sexy figure on Instagram with professional photos.”
She smiled while pondering my invitation.
“Okay, sounds good,” she said.
Perfect.
After the second round of cappuccinos, we got into my car and I snuck in another peek at her legs. I pictured her pussy to be tight, moist and shaved—the perfect combination.
At my place, I handed her a glass of wine, and our glasses clinked. We smiled at each other while sipping the wine.
“You’re quite the charmer,” she said. “Is this how you get all women to your place, telling them you’ve got a professional camera?”
“You’re actually the first, but now that it worked, I might use it again.”
Vanessa smiled and raised her eyebrow. Thinking about what I had said, I felt stupid. Her reaction made me feel that she had let me off the hook, probably because she wanted dick badly and wasn’t concerned about developing a relationship with me.
I put my hand on her leg, and she looked at it. I slid it up her leg, raising her skirt. In my peripheral vision, I saw her bite her lip.
My plan was to undress her slowly during the photoshoot, but it seemed unnecessary.
Her lips parted as our eyes met. I saw lust in her eyes, begging me to take her. I crashed my lips into hers, raising my bum slightly off the couch as I shoved my tongue deeper into her mouth. She murmured as she grabbed my dick, making me harder.
I reclined on the couch, and Vanessa swung her left leg over me, sitting on top of me as she pressed my chest. She pulled the band off her ponytail and wildly shook her head. I slumped into the couch and grabbed her waist. She pulled her dress over her head and flung it behind her onto the floor.
She gritted her teeth, and I saw the urgency in her eyes to devour me like a juicy piece of meat.
Her pussy engulfed my dick as she lowered her ass onto it, and she gripped my shoulders while bouncing on top of me. Vanessa’s forehead wrinkled as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I squeezed her tits and blew lust out of my chest. Being ridden by an experienced woman felt amazing. I could tell that she had missed dick.
My excitement compounded, coaxing my load to erupt. Abruptly, I frowned, trying to suppress my load from spurting. But the force that unleashes it subjugated me, and a massive load erupted, making me groan. My orgasm grew stronger as more semen poured out of me, forcing me to lean forward.
After my balls emptied, I panted to catch my breath. She frowned at me, staring at me as if I had grown horns on my head.
“Is that it?” she asked.
“Shoo. That was something, wasn’t it?”
She raised her eyebrows and said, “Um, no, not really.”
“Sorry, I got a bit too excited.”
Vanessa got off me, disappointed. She walked out the door without saying a word, and I pulled up my pants.
The next day, I called to apologise and try to redeem myself, but she didn’t answer. Oh, well. At least, she gave me a good ride. Although it lasted only a few minutes, I’ll remember it forever.