Caught Ch. 03

I won't soon forget the night with my lover Ella, no longer my granny but a mature woman in her early seventies who knows exactly what is going on in life and loved life itself.

Ella knew what was going through my mind or what was left of it as I lay in her bed wearing her skirt;blouse; black patent hiheels as I romanced her gold half-round reading glasses with the small pearls beaded neck chain wrapped around my cock, she knew that symbolicly I wanted her as I romanced her half-glasses and even though I was quite embarrassed at the time she was not mad. In fact, she took her gold half-rounds and licked the cum off them and I swear there was a twinkle in her eyes or what some might call the "Spark of life.

Ella decided that I was old enough to start enjoying what an older lady could do for me and seeing I was responsible for my actions and a damn good piano player even though I am still learning and I guess maybe she liked the idea of me wanting her as I came all over her gold half-round reading glasses, something about them and serious women had an effect on me that I either loved or craved.

Well I ended up living with her and that had to be the best thing that happened to me and I was very loving, I would cook for her, well make a good breakfast anyways and I knew how to do a pretty good angel cake which I did for her birthday.

Granny was very good about my cross dressing as well. Ella was pleased I liked looking like her and she knew it was at those times I found a need to romance her various pairs of glasses, gold or blue square bifocals with the half-moons for up close work or her gold half-round style and encouraged me to wear them when she bought me a bra with falsies and had me dress in clothes similar to her but in my size.

Somehow we got into bondage and I guess it was my kind of thing although I had not thought of it, I liked it. Well one night she had me up on the bed and legs tied to the footboard by means of long white straps or belts with double rows of holes. arms were bonded to the headboard the same way and there was no way I could get out of this predicament and frankly I had no desire to.

Ella started to touch me all over down there with her three different pair of bifocals, all with half-moons and I tell you what she did made me have a love for her half-moons since. She donned the gold half-round glasses I came over and spoke to me very seriously telling me to satisfy her needs and yes her patent black heels were used in this most erotic scene.

There I was in her bed donning a bra stuffed with falsies and she is on hands and knees licking my tits and looking at me through her gold square bifocals and then she got down on me. Ella had to have known about bondage as there was enough slack to allow me to move verticly, yes up and down at the hips, so convenient for her really and even tied up I was able to satisfy Ella's needs.

This went on a few nights a week and I loved it, her talking to me in a most serious way, looking at me either through or over the tops of her gold half-rounds and she would rub those sexy square gold glasses with the half-moons all over down there telling me, "Harold, Ella wants you to cum her half-moons you so love so I can lick them after and tell you how good it made me feel."

Then one day while I was out I passed the same Harley Davidson dealer I always passed but something told me to go in and check out some bikes. Well I rode a bike not too long ago but it had its share of troubles and that was why I gave up the idea as it is no fun to push a bike for any distance.

I still had my bikers endorsement on my drivers license though and I walked in to that dealer with an exited feeling, like my mind knew what I was gonna do before I knew.

And there it was, a 1991 Sportster in black with a good with a good bit of chrome, pipes out of the right side and a large air cleaner for that S&S shorty carb, on the left was a chrome battery box and oil filter.

This was an XL1200 with more balls than the Boston Bruins locker room. I was glad I still had a bikers license as I was able to take it for a spin. They were asking three Grand and I could swing that easy enough as well as pip insurance. So I gave them a c note and went to move some money around and came back a few hours later with the money; a helmet; and a pair of bikers goggles. We did the paper work, then I was given the keys. I mounted the bike and drove back to Ella's.

I doubt I will ever forget the pride I had that day as a young guy in the U.S., driving an American made motorcycle, a Harley Davidson sportster and I was quite surprised to learn Ella loved biking as Gramps or George rode years ago and she loved it.

"Oh Harold, this is a real bike, a real sweet street bike, You do have a license. . . right?"

"Of course I have a license, Ella.

"I used to love riding with George, he had a road king by Harley."

"So Ella, you like it huh?"

"Harold, I love it and I hope you will take me for a spin rather soon."

"Oh Ella, I will love giving you a ride. . . on the bike too."

"That is what I meant Harold, course if later on you want to give me a different kind of ride I'd like that too."

"Give me a few hundred miles Ella, that way I know how the bike rides, braking distance, acceleration, cornering."

"Harold. . .You are going to get some of the Harley Davidson's clothes, .right. . . like their shirts with the dealers name on them? and a good pair of denim trousers and a black leather jacket?"

"Heck yeah Ella, that is part of biking, wearing good jeans and fancy shirts that tell the world I am a biker."

Later at supper.

"So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?"

"I guess it is the freedom I feel, the wind in my face and yeah the macho image of a guy in the U.S. riding an American made bike."

"Well I am glad you did not buy one of those rice rockets."

Ella was referring to those Yamaha's or Kawasakies with the handlebars lower than the gas tank and the riders back is paralell to the road, although Yamaha makes a good looking street bike where the rider maintains a more sane position on the bike. But some guys like those bikes and that's fine with me.

"So Harold, you want to give me a ride in the bedroom, do you?"

"Yes, and the fact you love the idea of biking makes this even better, I mean it is so nice we share piano and now two things in common? I think that is great.

"You know Harold, we could pack a lunch in those saddle bags and a blanket too, have a picnic somewhere and make love afterwards, how do you like Ella's idea?"

And I am thinking, This is really great, my granny as my lover and she wants to have a romantic picnic.

I did some piano practice as I had no intention on getting rusty with it and I loved working on the "Moonlight sonata" by Beethoven. by this time Ella had showered and was ready for a ride in the bedroom.

She had me laid out and tied up as in other nights, what was different this night was that we had my first three-some with her friend Betty. And I am telling you, Betty has some pretty extra-ordinary boobs that are well proportioned to her figure.

Betty has a great personality and has many different styles of half-glasses. It seems Ella told her about me romancing her gold half-rounds with the small pearls neck chain and Betty was turned on by that, also Betty wanted to ride my Harley and I was not sure if she meant the bike or my cock. Turns out she wanted a bit of both. Not at the same time, luckily.

The evening started out by being touched allover by Betty and her various pairs of glasses and she would play the role of a dominatrix as well. My hands were relaeased from bondage but not my legs although I had no intention of splitting

Betty had a nice pair of black rectangular style glasses which hung from a neckchain of small glass beads and I asked her for them and began running those beads past her nipples and she was getting very hot very quickly while at the same time Ella was playing with my cock with her silver oval glasses with half-moons and the evening was great as I loved getting Betty off while Ella worked on getting me off. Oh the way she touched me down there with her half-moons and high heels and when I came all over her half-moons she licked up that man sauce and her eyes sparkled. The scene was quite erotic as the room was dark, lit only by scented candles and I loved seeing the reflections of the candles in Betty's glasses, it was some how very erotic to me.

I saw Betty's hand go for her bush and I grabbed her and I lined up my piston for her pussy

and went on in and man what a good tight fit, like she just had a ring job.I started nibbling on her ears and neck then kissing her as I worked

my way down to her sexy boobs then my tongue swirled around in her belly button and I knew she was HOT I went into like as if the throttle was wide open and hammered her the way she needed to be hammered and yes wanted to as well.

A few mornings later at breakfast Ella asks, "So what did you think of my friend Betty?"

"Oh I thought she was very friendly, witty. I liked her a lot. So Ella how is it Betty knew about me romancing your gold half-round glasses?"

"Probably because I told her, she studied pyschiatry for a while and I wanted to know more about why a guy would find my half-glasses sexually attractive."

"So in a week or two, she is not gonna say 'Harold is twisted and /or perverted?"

"If she does tell me that, I could think of other things we could do on an even kinkier level, if it makes you feel any better."

"Harold, if she wants to do things with you, and say I am not here, it is o.k. She lost her husband due to kidney failure and it was very hard on her, so just feel free to please her and she will do all sorts of things with her various styles of half-glasses and if she prefers you to to go to her house, that is fine.

Well one rainy day I was in the carport polishing the rims on my Sportster and Betty pays a visit. It turns out she loved me running the beads of her half-glasses back and forth against her nipples and wondered if I would go to her house and satisfy her needs.

The rain stopped by now and the sun was shining brightly.

"Sure, Betty, I enjoyed our time together as well. What do you plan on doing to me?"

"Well, you seem to really have a thing for my half-glasses and I thought that with my many different styles I would have you kiss and lick them as I jerked you off all over a pair so I could suck the cum off them. Then you could hamer me like the other night, it was so good to be laid like that and I think it is what I need today as well."

Betty had no trouble saying what she wanted to do and I liked that. Betty is quite spry and whipped her leg over the bike and we were off.

I had not been to Betty's before but I could see myself there a bit more now as her home, to me resembled a british pub, stucco walls with partialy exposed wood beams at various angles, it really felt quite homey.

"So Harold, what was it like, cuming all over Ella's half-glasses as you wore her clothes?"

"Rather nice Betty, Ella says 'You studied pyschiatry, hope you're not gonna have me sent to an asylem as was Percy in the Green mile."

"You saw that movie too?

"Yes it was horrible."

"Harold what he did, not wetting the sponge."

"Yeah he was a mean; sadistic; rotten little bugger, related to the governor."

"Don't worry Harold, I know that every guy has some sort of fantasy about what he'd like a woman to do. The fact you love lady's who wear reading glasses, preferably half-glasses equates with a woman who is quite serious which would leave Rose Nyland from the Golden girls wa-a-a-y out of the picture as well as Patricia Rultledge from "keeping up appearances in British comedy but with her or Hyacinth as she is known, she does have her quite serious side.

"So would you like a hand job or would you like me to give you some head?"

"How about starting off with a handjob to get it warmed up then give me some of that great head?"

Betty was undressing by now and her big boobs made me want to cum them.

"Leave your bra on Betty."

"Oh, why?"

"I think I want to make love to your boobs as you look at me through or over your half-glasses, course you can wind it up a bit to get me hard than let me in your bra, might want to get some skin creme too."

We were up on her bed and she has like a dozen style of half-glasses all with beaded neckchains and she wraps them around my cock and touches me all over.

"Harold you are hard enough, stick that cock up into my bra an fuck my tits!"

Obviously I had no trouble doing that and between the candles she had lit and the room being fairly dark and the candle light reflecting from her gold half-rounds, the eroticness made me even harder and suffice it to say, Betty's tits got fucked royally.

I brought Betty back to Ella's on the bike as she drove her car there and just after she got off the bike Ella pulls into the driveway.

"Oh hi Betty," said Ella.

The two ladies talked as though nothing happened then Ella says "How about coming on in and doing something in the bedroom?"

"Sure Ella, great idea."

Well I did not know what to say. I suppose I might get lucky but felt weird if Ella wanted me and I could not produce as I just did her friend Betty but if Ella saw I could not do Betty and I looked embarrassed, would Betty say? "He just fucked the hell out of my tits and we had just left my place.

So we were all ready for the sack and Ella says, "I want Betty to touch you all over with her heels and glasses so you can really give me some of that nice thick man sauce."

So there we were, I was sitting on the bed and Betty and Ella were on their bellies. Betty was teasing my balls with the beaded neck chain of her gold glasses and black patent high heels as Ella had me in her warm lovely mouth sucking away and waiting for me to blow a mighty load of cum smack down her throat and damn it worked. I guess the amount of eroticity with two hot looking ladies was enough to get my juices flowing once again.

That was one hell of an afternoon and I think that with Betty's personality and understanding I began to fall in love with her. I would give her a holler and she would ask me over and we would do some role play, where I was a client and she the shrink and I would go to her to ask if my fetishes were causing problems in my life and tell her what would happen when I saw or got near a good looking women who wore half-glasses.

"Oh my, you certainly do get hard, I better check this more thoroughly, drop your trousers.

I did so.

"Stand here in front of me.

She wraps the beaded neck chain of her gold half-rounds around my cock and strokes my balls with them. Then she takes a pair of silver ovals which were in her desk drawer and puts them on and while sucking me off is still rubbing her sexy gold half-glasses under my balls and I came in spades. Another day she wore the gold half-glasses with her silver ovals under my balls and I came just as well.

"Betty, Do you have any bifocals with the half-moons?"

"Yes I have bifocals, so the half-moons mean something to you, do they?"

"Actually they do as Ella started to do things with them and I just find it erotic the way the candles in the room look when seen through her half-moons, her kind and loving face, yet so serious."

"You are very eloquent in how you describe your thoughts, Harold."

She left the room for a few minutes and came back with two pair of bifocals, one pair in silver ovals, the other in gold square both with the much loved half- moons, as compared to the square which one looks through for knitting and phonebooks.

Betty donned the silver ovals and told me to kiss her half-moons as she ran the half-moons of her gold square pair all over my cock and she made sure that when I came, those half-mons were covered in man sauce that was quickly licked up.

Betty had me go to her house many times and I was always greeted with a warm hug and asked if I wanted coffee. Betty may have been overdosing on biscotti and I had no problem with that. She probably has a whole cupboard full of these treats that go so well with coffee. She had just given me some great head and we talked and drank

coffee and ate Biscotti which seemed to make me horny again. I led her to her BR and up on the bed. I started to kiss and lick her neck and ears

then I went on in and damn what a nice tight cylinder box she has, I gave Betty a fucking she does not want to forget about.

"Oh Harold what got into you?"

"It's a biker thing, Betty."

There were a number of times she got me off with her half-glasses or half-moons and had me cum her panties or a satin bra with lots of lace and one day when I am leaving , she gives me a pair of silver ovals with half-moons and a bra and told me to take care of things for a few days as she had business to tend to.

Fate works in many ways, Ella turned out to be my lover and really taugh me things about satisfying a woman and I loved those times. We went for some nice long rides on my Sportster and she made sure various items came along and we had some great nights in some hotel rooms and a few great years together.

She met a man she knew some time ago and there were more than a few sparks left. At the same time Betty was was getting closer to me and I am sure everything was lovingly arranged by Ella.

I knew she loved me and what we had and I was man enough to know she wanted someone older, more in her generation that she could relate to. Ella said she loved our times together and please don't let it lessen what we had. She told me this in a very loving way.

I held Ella and told her I very much understood what she was saying and that I would always think of her in the most tender of ways and thanked her whole heartedly for everything she had done for me and yes I am so happy for you Ella as you have made me so happy as well.

I had wondered why as of late that Ella was so happy but so was I, riding around on a Harley Davidson Sportster and getting some great sex from Ella's friend who not only loved me but wanted me in every sense of the word and liked my weird fetishes.

I did not know it but Betty was into piano as well and frankly not being too familiar with her home I did not know she had a large room in which a Baldwin concert grand was in and as much as she loved sex she was very serious about piano.

We were both invited to Ella's wedding and it was a lovely day for all of us, Ella was such a wonderful granny who did so much for me and I will keep those memories for a long time. She is a very happy lady now and I am so happy for her.

It turned out out the man she married was a concert pianist and they are now making their own music.

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