Costumed Sex with a Vintage Lady
After much hassles I managed to rent a room in a house about forty-five minutes of driving from the city. The landlady imposed some serious restrictions on me. I could use her refrigerator and freezer but I could only warm my cooked food in her microwave oven. I could not invite more than two people into her house at any time, and I could not use her living room.
I had very little interaction with mey landlady. Obviously she was forced by her circumstances to take in a lodger but was not enthusiastic about making me her friend. I sometimes fantasized about having a closer relationship with her though. She was an attractive woman. Fuck it, she was downright “hot”.
One afternoon as I was getting ready to take my shower I heard a cry from the kitchen. I rushed in and found Mrs. Kopliz standing over a conning-ware on the floor with its content spewed all over. The falling pan seemed to have landed on her foot. Mrs. Kopliz was in pain. It was a pretty heavy ten-inch diameter cooking pan after all. I volunteered to take care of the mess in the kitchen and she asked me to help her get to the living room. I grabbed her right hand and she managed to walk all the way to the couch.
I examined her injury. It did not look that serious, but I decided to play it up and make a big deal out of it. I felt that this was an opportunity to break the ice between us. I suggested that she let me make her dinner. I also suggested that she sleep in my downstairs bedroom for the night instead of going upstairs to her own bedroom because then she could get my help when she needed to go to the toilet in the night. She agreed. I made her a simple dinner of grilled ham-cheese sandwitches, some slices of kiwi fruit and a bowl of canned corn chawder. She wanted me to have my dinner with her in the living room.
After dinner we watched about two hours of TV and talked about ourselves. Her husband had passed away a year ago. Her son was in the armed forces and was currently stationed abroad. She also had a daughter living in California with her family. I brought her blanket and some of her toiletries from upstairs and Victoria got herself ready for bed. I did some work on my laptop in the kitchen before retiring to the couch for the night.
The next day was a Saturday. Most of the swelling on her foot had gone and she was able to move around albeit with a slight hobble. I advised her to stay off her feet so she taught me how to cook her casserole. I also defrosted and heated up two packets of frozen restaurant take-out meals. We shared our food during lunch. After lunch we relaxed in the living room and we discovered that we actually shared a deep love for English literature and Chopin’s music. I got her permission to play a few pieces on her piano. If all of these looked like some kind of courtship to you, because it was. Victoria spent her second night on my bed, just in case she needed my help in the night.
Next morning, Victoria and I spent a few hours in her garden. She asked me to do some triming of the bushes and loosening of the soil. Victoria relaxing on the lounger in the morning sun was my reward. She was 5′ 7″ like me but she was heavier. She filled out her dress very well; a set of lovely tits sitting on top of a small round belly, big firm thighs flowing down to a pair of well-proportioned calves. Earlier on I had already checked out her juicy big butt.
After dinner we sat down in front of the big TV screen and watched Chromecasted videos from my laptop. I had a collection of videos featuring fashions for women of sixty and above. Here are some “snipets” of our lively conversations:
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“But these women are overweight. You like plus-size women?”
“Not the obese ones, though. Just women bigger and heavier than the average.”
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“Look. She has a nice, soft extra padding just below her round belly. I mean that small puffy little triangle, her pubic mound, squeezed between her gorgeous thick thighs. Wow! How that skirt accentuates her gorgeous buttocks. It just didn’t matter that she has some stretch-marks there.”
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“That maroon dress on the gorgeous plump blond look spectacular. I would like to get one for my mom. It is perfect for you too, Vicky. The stretchy fabric is tight enough to showcase her small belly and the slight dent where her belly button is.”
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“These dresses in latex and leather are so so sexy on these older women. They hold their limbs and torsos taut and tight. I think these older women look much better in them than their thinner, younger sisters. Vicky, do you think those models are really in their sixties? They are so gorgeous.”
“They could be. If they take good care of themselves. How old do you think I am?”
“You are maybe fifty-two or fifty-three?”
“I am sixty-two.” She chuckled.
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Using the models as “proxies”, what I had done was spending half an hour telling Vicky how much I adored her body. I wondered if she got my not too subtle message. My own cock, however, had gotten hard. Message or no message, Vicky had decided that she would like to move back upstairs. She did not get a good sleep the last two nights. I held her left hand and she held on to the railing with her right. As we climbed up the stairs slowly I pressed my right hand firmly against the underside of her butt-cheeks, sort of like giving her some support there. And my cock just got harder. Next, I brought up her blanket and toiletries and told her I would help her go downstairs in the morning.
I took her breakfast up to her room. After her breakfast she went for her shower. I picked one of her beautiful dresses from her wardrobe and laid it on the bed for her. When she came back I asked whether I could also use her shower, and thinking, if she said yes…… Wow, she did!! When I returned I saw Vicky standing at the window in the dress i had picked for her.
I turned her around to face me and kissed her hard on the lips. I ran my hands over the sides of her body starting from her armpits and all the way down to her hips. Then I caressed her from her waist to the small of her back and down to her buttocks. Squeezed the butt-cheeks and then turned her around again so that I could squeeze and massage her breasts over the dress. She had no bra on. I rubbed her belly and upper thighs. I lifted her skirt so as to feel and softly cup her pubic mound in my hand. She had no panties and was wet already.
I persuaded her not to undress but instead just lie down on the bed for me. I pressed the lower portion of her dress between her thighs and asked her to squeezed her thighs together. I loved to see her belly, thighs and pubic mound tightly bound by her dress. I moved my hard cock over those areas, oozing my pre-cum over her dress. I moved my cock slowly over the breasts area of her dress and then moved it over her neck and face.
I then went down on her, licking her clits, labias, entrance to her sweet fuck-hole and her anus. . I licked up her pubic mound, all the way into her belly button. It took almost fifteen minutes to get her suitably wet. I then turned her on her side. While lying on her side she raised her dress and her thighs towards her belly to expose her pussy. Vicky cautioned me that my cock was too big and wanted me to go slow. It was a tight fit. I remembered reading about old woman’s vagina tissue so I fucked her with slow strokes so that I would not caused her any injury. I came but Vic did not.
On average, I had four to five orgasms a week to Vicky’s once, maybe twice a week. However, what mattered was that Vicky was always willing to play, with or without getting her own orgasm. In fact, she told me that she got a much higher rate of orgasm than she had ever had with her husband. Vicky and I both enjoyed having sex fully clothed or half-clad.
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Today Vicky wore a latex pantsuit for our outing. After lunch and some drinks we drove to the edge of town. We got out and stood next to our car. I kissed and caressed her over her pantsuit. Every inch of her braless tits, her soft round belly, her thick waist and hips, her springy butt-cheeks and thighs were earnestly caressed. I cupped her panties-less pubic mound and pussy with my palm, and then moved my palm up, down and under her butt. I cupped the whole camel toe and vibrated my palm, while caressing her clit and labias.
Vic then bent over the boot of the car. I unzeeped the front of my pants and pulled my cock out , lubricated it and stuck it between her thighs and under her butt. I just fast-fucked her slippery latex-clad behind to orgasm.
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Today was Vicky’s birthday. My gift to her was a pair of ear-rings and a two-piece leather skirt-suit which I persuaded her to put on immediately. Her white leather skirt-suit bounded body got me totally in heat. Nothing was sexually comparable to this, except maybe when she was in her sheer silk pajamas. I rushed her to her bedroom. We stood in from of her big full-length mirror because Vicky wanted to watch our love-making as if it was a pornographic show.
I rubbed her leather bound shoulders and breasts and pressed my face hard against her belly while my hands softly massaged her waist, and squeezed her hips and butts. She turned around and I pressed my face into her butt-cheeks, licked and sucked them, and even tried to bite them through the leather. Vicky turned around again, lifted the skirt and opened her legs wide for my next move. I decided it would be easier for me to eat her pussy while she was lying in bed.
She laid down on the side of the bed with her feet on the floor. She opened her legs up for me. I moved in, covered her camel-toe with my mouth and sucked it. And then my tongue danced around her clit, her labias and her sensitive inner thighs. I carried on doing this until her moanings signalled that she was wet and ready. I told her to get into her favourite fucking position. She turned to lie on her right side. Then she moved her thights up closer to her belly. (I liked to call it, the “fetal” position). I lay another cushion on the floor so that our cock and pussy were allgned. I pushed my big cock in and fucked her tight pussy as slowly as I could. When she got much wetter and more slippery I fucked her hard. It was almost two weeks since her last orgasm but this one, when it finally came, was a big one for her.
We went to the city for dinner and also took in a comedy show. I was pleasantly surprised that Vicky had a taste for lewd and lascivious jokes. Encouraged by this I thought she would go for another round of fucking before we call it a day, but she said that she felt too tired and sleepy. As a compromise though, she said she would allow me to fuck her if I could do it without the genitalia penetration. She got into the “fetal” position for me. I lubricated my cock and the parts of her inner thighs next to her pussy, and pushed my cock between them. Now clamped between her thighs, my stroking cock still rubbed against her outer labias and the hood of her clit. She got wet and moaned a little but that was enough for her. I got my third orgasm for the week.