Eating Nana's Cookies

Three times a week, I pick up my grandchildren at school and drive them home. The other two days, my daughter picks them up. Usually there are about eight or nine other people there pickup up kids. Now and then, there are a few grandparents doing it, but there is one who is there everyday I am there.

This particular grandmother is short (5' 2"), very pretty, very friendly, and seems to look after herself physically. We always have a chat while we are waiting for school to get out. Last Thursday, it was raining quite hard, and I invited her to come sit in the car with me and wait until we heard the school bell ring.

She introduced herself as Eleanor, but most call her "Ellie." I told her my name and we waited. I liked Eleanor from the first time I met her. She was funny and a hockey fan. I really got along well with her.

On Thursday as we talked in the car, I found out that she was widowed and quite lonely. She was also demonstrative, because she kept putting her hand on my arm. I liked this, even to the point of taking her hand for a few seconds and letting it go. I wanted to find out what she wanted. As I looked out of the side window of my car, she took my hand, even when there wasn't a conversation going on. "H-m-m-m-m, what do we have here?" I wondered.

I guess I had the heat on in the car because she unbuttoned her jacket and opened it up. For an older lady, she had a pretty solid rack. I also noticed that her jeans were a bit tight and showed off more of her body. "Yeah, I could do her." I thought.

As we continued to talk, she took my hand again and put them in her lap. I really wanted to explore her thighs and in between, but I wasn't about to push my luck.

We heard the bell ring and decided to get out of the car to meet the kids. "I'd better not forget their cookies," she said. "Once a week I make them cookies for an after-school treat. Would you like to have one?"

I took one bite and said, "These are fantastic. Thanks."

"Would you like to come to my house tomorrow morning. I make some pretty mean cinammon rolls." she asked.

"I'd love that, Eleanor. What time?"

She said "You can come anytime you want." and I couldn't help but notice a bit of smirk on her face."

"How about I come to your place around 10:15. I'll bring some Tim Hortons coffee. Maybe we can roll up the rim and win," referring to their spring contest.

"Bruce, I think you're a winner anyway. See you then."

The next morning, I wore a pair of cargo pants and a golf shirt, both of which were somewhat baggy. I picked up the coffee and headed for her house. When she opened the door for me, I couldn't believe what I was seeing: "This is a grandmother???" Man, she looked hot.

Eleanor wore a pair of tight jeans and a tight sweater that didn't come all the way to her jeans, so I could see a bit of her belly. Her tits were large enough that her sweater pushed them out, leaving the bottom of her sweater protruding from her body a bit. She was stunning, to say the least and her full lips were enticing.

We went into the kitchen where the smell of cinnammon rolls overtook me. They are my most favorite dessert. I walked over to the counter, bent down for a good whiff and remarked on how good they look. "As they old saying goes, 'Good enough to eat. So do you, Bruce," she says.

I just laughed at her and called her a horny old devil. She said, "I was a horny young devil in my day. Most days I still am."

We took our rolls and the coffee to an adjoining country kitchen sideroom and sat beside each other on a couch. She had patio doors leading off this room, but the vertical drapes were closed, so we had a good deal of privacy.

We ate and chatted about everything. She was 58 and I am 66. We were both professionals in our working days. We both love to travel. We had a lot in common.

I finished the roll and leaned over to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Wonderful, Ellie." I said to her.

"If the're so wonderful, how come I only get a kiss on the cheek?" she asked.

"Here, I'll fix that," I said and I shifted my body towards hers, put my arms around her and kissed her full on the lips. I pulled back, but she came to me again and kissed me this time--a nice wet kiss. I opened her lips with my tongue and we played tongue-tag for a couple of minutes.

"I haven't been kissed like that for about ten years. Give me some more, Bruce." We kissed and kissed, and each time my hands got a little braver and roamed around her back and sides near her tits. From the side, I could feel how firm these 58-year-old tits were. Her hands were equally busy, roaming around my back under my golf shirt.

"Bruce, do you want to have sex with me?" she asked. "I'm really quite horny and would love to have you."

I didn't answer Eleanor; I just pushed her on her back and slid my hands under her sweater. Her tits were ready for a sucking because her nipples were putting great pressure on her bra. She had on a baby blue, front-fasten bra that was easy to undo (thanks). I opened up her bra and went straight for the nipples, sucking on one while I played with the other.

I kept working at her nipples while she slid a hand down between us and took hold of my cock. I slid my hand down with hers and unbuckled my pants and slid down my zipper. "Is this what you want, Eleanor?" I asked her.

She put her hand inside and took out my cock. "It's lovely, Bruce. Yes, it's what I want, but I think I'm going to cum already." I told her it would be okay if she did, and I went back to her tits. Her body started to shiver, and she was lifting her hips up to my hand-covered cock.

Oh, here I go. I'm going to cum. Bite my nipples, Bruce. I'm coming now!" and she bucked me up and down until she let out a big sigh. We kissed some more and fought each other with our tongues.

"Bruce, will you screw me? I'd love to feel you inside me, feel your thing all the way in so I can grasp it and make you cum."

"Stand up, Eleanor. Undress for me. Show me those beautiful tits while you stand erect. Show me your pretty ass. How me your fantastic pussy. Hey, I can see how wet your panties are right now."

Eleanor stood in front of me with not a thing on, just showing off an amazing hot body. "Do you like me, Bruce? What do you want me to do for you?" she asked me.

I looked at her pussy and saw that it was nicely trimmed. I thought I was going to see a big bush, but she was quite neat.

"Spread your legs for me, Eleanor. Show me your pretty pussy meat, put a couple of fingers in there for me." I asked her.

"Like this?" she asked while she moved toward me and put one foot up on the couch. I told her that it was and reached over and moved her fingers aside so I could put mine in. I finger-fucked her for a few minutes while she was moaning and groaning and begging for more. "Masturbate me, Bruce. GEt me dripping wet, then give me your dick."

I fingered her and raised my fingers to my mouth to taste her. It was really, really good. I pulled her pussy to my face, kissed it, then licked her and finally pushed my tongue into her cunt. "Wow, no one's ever done this to me before. Please don't stop."

I licked her and sucked her until she told me she was going to cum again, but I stopped and told her not yet. I pulled her down on the couch, stood in front of her and opened her legs.

"Do you want me to fuck you now, Eleanor?" I asked.

"Yes, fuck me. I love that word, fuck. Give me your cock, fuck me, shove it in, Bruce. Fuck my ass if you want to."

Now it was Eleanor's words that were making me horny. Where did she ever come up with that vocabulary? (She told me later that she watched a lot of porn on the Internet, and once when she was travelling in the US, she bought some videos and toys.

I fucked Eleanor for about 15 minutes and she came again. I was amazed that I could hold off, but I was concentrating so much on pleasing her that I stopped myself. Finally, I got off her and stretched out beside her so that my ass was on the couch and my legs stretched out on the floor in front of me.

"I want to suck you off, Bruce. I want to taste your cum? Do you want me to?" Stupid question to ask me, but I said "Yes, where do you want me to cum?

"Cum in my mouth or on my face or on my breasts. You just tell me when you're going to cum, and I'll do the rest." and with that, she started sucking. It didn't take long for me to cum; and when I warned her that I was going to cum, she took her mouth off my dick and let the cum go on her mouth, in her mouth, and on her face. She took my cock and used it like a washcloth to spread the cum on her face. I thought my shooting was all over, but I had enough left over for her to spread it on her tits and rub it into her skin.

"Bruce, I have wanted to have sex for such a long, long time, but all I could use were my toys. You have no idea how much I cried for a man to make love to me. This was absolutely fantastic. I hope we can do it again."

"I know we will, Eleanor. You are such a gorgeous, sexy lady that I'd love to make this a regular practice if you are interested. Maybe we can watch some of your videos and play with some of your toys together. What do you think?"

"Very soon, Bruce. My daughter and her son-in-law are taking the kids to Wolf Lodge up around Niagara Falls for the long weekend in May. Would you like to spend it with me?

"I sure would, Eleanor, but do I have to wait until then? I replied.

"No, we can get together again soon. I just have to be careful that the neighbours don't get so nosy that they ask me who you are and why you're here."

"I'll come up with something, Eleanor. In the meantime, come here." I rolled her over on top of me and grasped her ass while I kissed her. She opened her legs a tiny bit, and I let my finger go down between the split of her ass cheeks. "OOOOH, that's new. Do that again."

"No more for today, Eleanor. I've got to get out of here before my cock gets hard again. The next time, I give you more ass play, OK?

"Fine with me, Honey. Give me a call tonight if you can. I'll give you my number and e-mail address. Maybe we can have some phone sex and a little bit of cyber sex."

"OK, Hon. I'll call you tonight."

I got dressed, kissed her passionately. Felt her up between the legs, bent down and kissed her tits, then left.

I can't wait to tell you about the phone sex we had, but I can't do it right now.

Drop me a note if you want to. If you want to have a little fun exchanging erotic notes to each other (Male or female), let me know.