My First Dirty Old Man

I have said many times that my obsession for older men formed when I was only nineteen.

This is the story I said I would write so you could understand how it all started. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

I wonder how many of us start each day,feeling that change is coming, a quiet anticipation that this day is somehow different. How could I know that the hours ahead would truly change everything I imagined life would be, a day I will remember the rest of my life.

It was a cold brisk day, overcast and threatening to rain. Just after lunch I decided I'd take my dog for a walk in the park.

I loved the feeling of the cool wind in my face and it would be pretty much empty, it was a weekday. I was wearing a dress and I debated whether or not I should put slacks on. I decided it would be fine since I wasn't going to be out long. Just to be on the safe side of warm, I slipped on a long light weight coat that at least covered my knees.

The park was just up the street from our home in a really nice residential area. I was born here and lived with my parents. I was an only child. Some might say I was spoiled, my parents would say I was loved.

I had my own apartment in my parent's house; at nineteen I needed my own space. The apartment had a living room, small kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, not exactly sprawling, but cozy. My Uncle helped my Daddy put in a private entrance so I had complete seclusion. My apartment was actually in our basement. The room was converted into my living space. The really nice thing was, my parents couldn't hear me and I couldn't hear them. I hadn't dated much in school, boys were so immature at our age. Just in case I met one I was interested in, I wanted it to be my business. I wanted to move out into my own place but rents were high and I was safer here in my own neighborhood. I put Sam's leash on and out the door we went.It was really chilly and windy; at times the wind was awfully brisk, I had no stockings on so my legs were cold. As we walked I was sorry I hadn't put a nice warm pair of slacks on. This was going to be a short walk. The park was empty. Kids were still in school and it was a just after lunch. I'm sure the time of day had a great deal to do with the lack of people walking around.

I decided to go half way around the lake, rest for a few minutes, and head home.

The walk around the water to the other side was really nice. I have always loved the cold weather. It was the middle of October so the trees had dropped their leaves. The sound of the leaves blowing around was so calming.

It also reminded me that the holidays were just around the corner; this was truly my favorite time of year. I loved the park and the feeling of being alone to enjoy it quietly.

I reached the halfway point and sat down on a bench just, to take pleasure in the coolness and think about what I would do with the rest of my day. Sam lay down at my feet and we were immediately content. I missed this time now that I was working and made it a point to relax and take time to enjoy it. Almost out of nowhere, an elderly man was walking up to the bench and motioned that he'd like to sit down. I smiled a greeting.

"Sure, you're welcome to sit." He smiled back and sat down next to me. He didn't leave much room between us and I felt a slight twinge of being uncomfortable. I also felt something else. He had a sly almost dirty smile, lecherous in a way. He looked like a dirty old man thinking sexy thoughts about young girls.

The very first thing I noticed about him, beside his obvious age, was his very thick lips. I found myself wondering what it would feel like kissing him. Would he swallow my thin lips into his own? The thought gave me a tingle of excitement. When he smiled back at me he tipped his hat. It was odd because I really didn't know any older men and the few I did know never wore a hat.

"Thank you, that's nice of you to share your bench with an old man."

He had an accent, I guessed he was Italian. Some people just looked like where they came from and I was pretty sure he was from Italy. "Nice to see you walking your dog, you come here a lot? I think I've seen you before with your little friend. I'm glad we are here today at the same time. You must be living near here, yes?"

I told him I lived right up the street and I was off from work so I thought it would be nice to take Sam for some exercise. "It's a very cold, look I have a long coat and a hat." I explained to him I liked the cold, and I wouldn't be staying too long. "You are very pretty, I like looking at you."

I thanked him, smiled, and couldn't help seeing his eyes wander over me, stopping for a few extra seconds gazing at my breasts. "You got no pants on your legs, you must be freezing? I think maybe you need to warm up, you think so?"

I laughed and told him that I had plenty of meat on my bones to keep me warm. I was a healthy girl. I was very well developed and curvy. It always made me secretly smile when men would stare at my breasts. I matured early and by the time I was fifteen I wore a 42DD bra, he noticed just how well developed I was.

When I was younger my thought was I had to cover my breasts by folding my arms in front of me because I have very large nipples, they always stand out. There were times that it was pretty plain what men were looking at. I wore a lot of sweaters and jackets to cover up. Then there were the times I deliberately showed off. I was after all secretly still a girl who liked men to look at me. This old man was not only looking, I felt as though he could see right thru my clothes.

"My legs are cold but I'll be leaving soon. I didn't realize it was so windy." He reached out his hand and touched my knee which was just below the hem of my coat.

"Oh my god your legs are very cold."

He started to rub my knee and then up and down the lower part of my leg. I guess he thought he could warm me up. His hand moved back to my knee and went a little higher just under the hem of my coat. I wondered if he could feel me trembling.

"Oh, you're nice and warm up here and such soft skin." I smiled and shook my head agreeing with him. The touch of his fingers was exciting me. I should have politely moved his hand away, I didn't.

"You got nice legs, very pretty. I think the men like to look, yes?"

I just smiled. His hand was now circling around my knee and inched just a little higher up to my thigh. The higher he went the more I liked it. When his fingers spread over my skin and began squeezing my flesh I felt myself stiffen, I was strangely aroused.

"It's nice up here, so hot and feels good, see no gloves, maybe you keep my hand warm?"

What was I doing? This was not something I should like, let alone encourage. Why was I being so nice and not stopping this?

I knew that by not saying something, by not making him stop, I was telling him I liked what he was doing, and wanted him to continue.

He was smiling at me, almost leering I guess, and he was licking his lips. I actually thought I saw him drooling.

His hand began to shake and he moved it between my knees and took a deep breath. It was as if he was waiting to see what I would say or do. His fingers were squeezing my skin and pinching, not hard but like he was massaging my thigh. I took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. "This feels good, you like my hand touching you, and I think you like me?" I could feel myself quivering, so did he. I should smack his hand away and leave. The feelings that he started inside me were making me nervous, not scared. I liked what he was doing and didn't want him to stop. It was very strange. This old man had his hand up between my knees and I liked it, I loved it. He moved his hand a little higher and turned it so I had to part my knees. When my knees fell slightly open he moaned quietly and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, he moved closer to me on the bench. Quickly, I looked around to see if there were any people that could see us and I was relieved that there wasn't a soul anywhere.

"You let the boys rub your legs?" I shook my head no. I was so nervous I couldn't speak. I wasn't scared nervous, it was excited nervous. I was becoming sexually aroused.

It was like waiting for Christmas morning wondering what Santa had brought me. The feeling was anticipation. I was eagerly waiting to see what was going to happen next.

"You like me feeling and touching you're legs don't you?"

I was embarrassed because I quietly said yes, so quietly I could hardly hear myself say the words. With confidence and my apparent approval his hand pushed further up under my coat and I voluntarily moved my legs apart to give him more access and freedom to continue. "You got nice big tits." I almost stopped breathing. "You let the boys feel your tits?"

Now, I was really shaking. An old man was sitting in broad daylight with his wrinkled old hand under my dress telling me he thought my breasts were nice, talking about boys feeling me and I didn't leave, I wanted him to tell me more. My mind painted a picture, I suddenly saw his hands feeling my breasts and I wanted him to.

I didn't answer, I couldn't move and I was trembling. I looked up and he was smiling as if he was doing a good thing, something that I liked. His fingers spread apart and inched up further, like a spider, until he had reached my private place. When I felt his fingers touching me I took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn't stop.

There was no mistaking his boldness was exciting me. No one had ever touched me there before and he knew I wouldn't stop him.

I had a few dates and a few kisses but that was the extent of my experience with boys. I knew about sex and just thought it would happen someday. I did know about orgasms. While taking a shower a few years ago I needed to get the shampoo and I had a hand held showerhead in my hand. I put it between my legs to grab the bottle so I wouldn't have to put it back into the holder. The head turned around and the water was rushing up between my legs. I felt this strange sensation and it felt really good. It made me forget about the shampoo. I grabbed the shower head and turned it so it was closer to me. This felt really good. I was breathing a little deeper and I started to feel a familiar tickle between my legs. My nipples got really big and they kind of tingled just a little. My body was feeling like it did just before I would have an orgasm from touching myself.

I reached up to my breast with my free hand and when I rubbed my nipple the feeling between my legs was stronger. This felt really good. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub and by directing the flow of the water so it was directly shooting between my legs. I found it was getting better and better.

I had played with myself for a few years. I guess we just automatically explore ourselves and when we find that touching certain places makes it feel better we keep doing it. I brought myself to my first orgasm when I was younger, I was nineteen now and this showerhead was driving me crazy.

After a few futile attempts I managed to get it just right. By right I mean I had the water rushing on my pussy. By holding the sprayer steady and closer, it felt better and better. A few more moves and I knew I was on to something. I continued to move the direction of the water until I found the best place to enhance the pressure. I reached up and turned the faucet so the water was now coming out faster and the pressure harder.

The water was gushing against my pussy lips and if I moved a certain way it hit my now very responsive clitoris. I reached down and spread my lips and the water was now washing over my pleasure spot. It didn't take but a few minutes for me to have an earth shattering orgasm, needless to say. I take a lot of showers.

The feeling that was washing over me now, as this old man inched closer and closer to my virginal spot, was just like the tickles I experienced while building to an orgasm. I not only liked what he was doing I didn't want him to stop at all.

"You're hot down here?"

He was whispering as if someone else might hear him. His fingers had wrapped themselves over my entire mound and he was squeezing and rubbing. Suddenly, I felt one finger begin to wiggle around. His fat thick teaser slipped under the elastic leg of my panties. When his finger touched my lips he moaned and moved even closer to me on the bench. I could feel his breath on my face. I could also feel his hand now shaking more.

"Do you let the boys touch your pussy?"

I shook my head no, but wouldn't look at him. His breath was hot on my cheek now. I turned to look at his face. His lips were wet and so big. He was constantly licking them and then making this sucking sound.

His finger was moving around under my panties and at one point he actually touched my clitoris. He was running his tongue over his lips, then he wiggled it at me, I heard myself gasp. When his finger dipped between my lips I couldn't move, and he was searching for breath. "Oh my god, wet, your pussy is so wet."

The man was rubbing my wet pussy and circling around my hard clitoris. I knew that if I didn't stop him he would give me an orgasm.

I was nervous now, I was afraid someone was watching us. I looked around and tried to stay calm. My breathing was fast and deep. His finger inched further and he was rubbing up and down. He moved another finger in to help the other one explore me. "So sweet, your pussy is so sweet and wet, I like it. You like it too; I know you do because your pussy is so wet and hot."

I got scared and was sure someone was watching so I pushed his hand away and moved down the bench away from his reach. I should have gotten up and left. I'm sure he was startled but he just smiled at me and then he did the strangest thing I'd ever seen. He put his hand to his face and he brought his fingers, first and middle to his lips, opened his mouth and began licking and sucking each one.

"Ummm taste so sweet, I want to touch your pussy all over."

I stared at him and he just smiled and smelled his fingers. "You play with your pussy? You get your fingers wet and rub them all over because it feels so good, right?"

How could he know that? I was embarrassed to admit that I did. I looked down in shame and he must have realized I was reluctant to answer and changed the way he was speaking. Now he was talking to me in a low whispering voice. Like a secret being told. The secret was I wanted him to do it again, and again.

"Will you let me play with it? You like me feeling your wet hot pussy don't you? I know you do because your pussy is so wet with juice and that only comes when it feels good." Again I didn't answer, but there was no way he could miss my breathing become deeper and faster. I could feel the flush rise in my cheeks and the tingle growing between my legs. I knew I had to leave or I wouldn't be able to stop him, because I loved what he did.

I stood up and as I was turning to leave he grabbed my hand. I didn't pull it away and he pulled me closer to him. Now I was standing directly in front of him, so close that he was able to slip his hand under my dress and grab me. I heard myself let out a startling sigh and his finger again lifted the elastic panty and he quickly rubbed me all over and then he took his finger out of my panties. I didn't want him to stop.

He left his hand under my dress and rubbed it over my mound and my stomach. After a few minutes he pulled his hand down from under my coat. My eyes immediately looked at his fingers. I couldn't help but see that his middle finger was shimmering and glistening; covered in my wetness he smiled up at me. He quickly licked it clean.

"You're so sweet; your juice is like candy. I know how to make you cum, would you like it if I did that? I'll make your pussy feel so nice. I will make you very happy."

I looked at him and actually smiled, instead of telling him how disgusting he was. There was no question I wanted him to keep his hand under my dress, and he knew it. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. but not before taking my finger into his mouth and sucking the tip of it while his tongure swirled around it. If that was what it felt like on my pussy I'd probaly pass out from the feeling.

"Tomorrow, will you come meet me here in the park again?"

I didn't answer, I just said I had to go and walked away. If I had any good sense I would never come here again. What if someone saw what he was doing to me? I hurried out of the park. I couldn't believe I let a dirty old man touch me in the most private and personal way. I felt dirty myself for not stopping him and I walked away as fast as I my legs would carry me. The short walk to my house seemed longer than usual. I couldn't wait to get home.

Finally, I was safe inside my apartment. I took off my coat and went to the kitchen for a hot cup of tea. I was freezing cold. I was also very excited. I couldn't help myself. I reached my hand inside my panties and I almost fainted when I felt how wet and hot my pussy was.

I needed a shower to wash him off and warm up. The cold had set in as I walked home. Funny, I didn't feel cold at all sitting on that bench and I knew full well why. That man excited me. When I took off my panties to shower they were sopping wet. I took a long hot shower, and must have made myself orgasm at least three times.

All I could do was picture his thick lips licking and sucking his fingers. The rest of the afternoon I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I fixed dinner. Watched some TV and went to bed.

I couldn't get comfortable. All night I was restless and finally I played with myself. Seeing him in my mind, rubbing my pussy and sucking his fingers I came really hard and it lasted a long time. I don't know how but I did fall asleep.

In the morning I was very fidgety. I kept looking at the clock. I wanted to go to the park and find him. I wanted him to put his hand under my dress and play with me. No matter how I tried to get him out of mind I couldn't do it. Before long it was 12:39PM and I had to go to the park. I deliberately wore a skirt and no stockings. My coat was my protection. I grabbed Sam and out we went.

All the way to the park I kept telling myself to turn around. I didn't, in fact I think I was walking as fast as I could to get there.

I finally got into the park and walked to towards the bench we were at yesterday. I looked around; I didn't see him where we were and thought he changed his mind. I was actually disappointed. What was wrong with me? I was upset because a dirty old man wasn't here to touch me. Suddenly I saw him and immediately I began to shake. I wasn't scared, I was excited, and I instantly felt the tingle growing. He saw me and motioned that I should go to him. I walked towards him and realized if I didn't turn around right now. I wouldn't.

When I reached him he was smiling with those big fleshy lips. I actually looked at him and saw he had a very full face. He was very overweight and short. I'm 5'5" and he was my height or shorter. The one thing that stood out, he was very well dressed and very clean. His face was shaved and he didn't have glasses on. The hands that had creped under my dress were huge. The fingers were like fat sausages with very trimmed nails. Obviously he was a man who cared about his appearance.

"Hello, I hoped you would come and meet me again. You're such a pretty young woman. I thought about your sweet wet pussy all night. I wanted to feel you get wet. You liked it and you didn't want me to stop. So, no pants today, your legs are bare, they must be cold. I think maybe you want me to warm them up and feel you like I did yesterday?"

He also knew that if he felt me right now, I'd already be wet and that was just from thinking about meeting him.