Sandi's Erotic Adventures Ch. 08

A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.

Chapter Eight. 1992.

(May.) Gerry, fifty-seven.

While having a sandwich in the park before setting out on my journey home, I became aware of an oldish guy eyeing me up from the opposite bench. He pretended to be reading a newspaper but spent more time ogling my legs! He hadn't made a move by the time I'd finished my sandwich though, so standing up and smoothing crumbs from my skirt I started walking towards the park gate. I'd almost reached it when, breathing heavily and using a stick, the old guy with the newspaper caught me up. I say old because at twenty-eight he seemed old to me. Actually he was fifty-seven, which isn't particularly old.

"Excuse me I think you dropped this. It was near the bench where you were sitting."

Breathing heavily he handed me a letter.

"I don't think so," I replied, seeing at a glance that it was addressed to a Gerald somebody or other and with a local address. "Perhaps it was already there when I sat down."

I handed the letter back to the guy who continued to walk beside me to the gate. Seeing me unlock the car he asked about a lift.

"I live towards the motorway, right on the edge of town if you're going that way. I'll have a long wait for a bus so you'd be doing me a real favour," he told me, adding, "I'm pretty harmless, can't get about very quick since I injured my foot."

Well as I was driving in that direction anyway I told the guy to climb in.

During the drive I learnt that he was a widower, his wife having died nearly six years earlier, and was currently off work sick following the accident to his foot. His name was Gerry, the significance of which escaped me until I pulled into the road he indicated and realised it was the same as the address on the letter. Gerry, Gerald, it had been a ploy to speak to me all along!

Well I said nothing to indicate I'd recognised the coincidence of the address and perhaps surprised Gerry by agreeing to his invitation for a coffee.

Inside, Gerry departed to the kitchen and I took my short jacket off wondering how he would play it from here. When he came back Gerry's hand shook as he placed my coffee on the low table beside the settee where I was sitting, my shortish black skirt displaying my legs to advantage. Sitting down opposite, Gerry loosened his tie while casting surreptitious glances at my legs. While we talked I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times, my hemline riding higher and the guy's face growing redder.

"Well then Gerry, or should I call you Gerald. Was the letter just an elaborate ploy to get me into your house so you can seduce me?"

"Ah you've realised. I apologise, it was a clumsy effort but I haven't had sex since my wife died and you looked so very attractive sitting in the park that I couldn't help myself," Gerry explained, looking embarrassed.

He seemed on edge now, uncertain how to proceed, so I offered to do a striptease for him.

"Would you, that would be fantastic!"

While Gerry looked for some suitable music I stood up and kicked my shoes off ready. I sometimes dance a striptease for hubby but this would be the first time for someone else and I felt as excited as Gerry looked. Music playing he sat down again and I wasted no time in slipping out of my top. Moving, seductively I hoped, to the music I raised the hem of my skirt to give Gerry a quick flash before undoing my bra. I tossed the bra aside and leaned towards Gerry, my breasts almost in his face, a very red face.

Straightening up I again raised my skirt, this time holding it up a bit longer. Gerry could barely contain himself now, both hands resting on his trouser front. Was he erect and embarrassed about it?

Next I unzipped my skirt and wriggled my hips until it fell to the floor. In no hurry now and wanting to tease Gerry I danced in front of him in just my panties, stockings and suspender belt. Turning my back on him I bent low, wiggling my bottom in his face. I could hear his laboured breathing as I straightened up again. Turning to face him now, I raised a foot high to rest it on the arm of his chair while I unfastened my suspenders.

"Take the stocking off for me," I purred and with shaky hands he did so.

I then repeated the procedure with my other leg aware of Gerry's eyes on my crotch and the wisps of pubic hair escaping the sides of my panties.

Next I again turned my back on him and bent low, this time lowering my panties to expose my bottom.

"Oh God," Gerry groaned while I repeated the procedure several times.

Time to put him out of his frustration I thought and this time when I lowered my panties I slipped them off. Straightening up I looked over my shoulder and saw that Gerry, unable to contain himself any longer, had his penis out masturbating.

"Don't waste it; I want to feel him inside me."

So saying I spun round to face Gerry, my feet wide apart. He was drooling but no longer masturbating as he stared transfixed between my legs. As ever I experienced a sense of excitement to be completely naked in front of a guy lusting after me.

He seemed to snap out of his daze and leaning forward ran his hands up and down my thighs. His hands were on my bottom then, pulling me closer and pressing his face to my pubic bush which was quite long at that time.

Hubby prefers a luxuriant growth of pubic hair but sometimes I trim it, other times remove it completely.

Slipping down to his knees, his face between my thighs, I gasped at the sudden touch of Gerry's tongue on my cunt. He didn't lick me there for long though. Commenting that his injured foot was playing up Gerry suggested going to the bedroom.

Upstairs I went to do a wee while Gerry undressed in the bedroom. Sitting on the loo I felt amazement at the way the day had turned out.

In the bedroom I glanced briefly at the photo of Gerry and his late wife beside the bed before climbing on top of him in a 69. Taking his penis in my mouth I felt Gerry's tongue on my cunt again, his hands squeezing and kneading my bottom. I raked his balls with my fingernails before licking them, Gerry's tongue by this time doing gorgeous things to my clit. He was sucking it now, his fingers probing my anus. Hands spreading my cheeks, Gerry was driving one, and then two fingers in and out of my anus which combined with the way he sucked and licked my clit soon had me yelling joyously in orgasm.

All shyness gone now Gerry rolled me onto my back and I spread my legs eagerly to receive him. He paused, kneeling between my feet to study the promised land.

"Your cunt looks to be pulsating, pouting open for my cock."

"Yes," I murmured while realising that in my lust any cock would do!

Gerry moved onto me, and I felt his fingers spreading my lips.

"Here it comes then," he murmured, driving his penis into me.

I clung to the guy, squealing excitedly to feel his penis drilling in and out of my cunt as he fucked me relentlessly. My head rolling feverishly I caught sight of his bottom in the mirror and the reflection of it pounding up and down between my thighs excited me even more. Grunting and groaning Gerry came, my own ecstatic yells echoing around the room.

"That was bloody good; you're a very sexy girl Sandi," Gerry smiled down at me, his penis slowly subsiding inside my cunt.

Before resuming my journey I took a shower with Gerry sitting in the bathroom watching. He dried me off and then continued watching while I dressed.

* * *

(August.) Norman, forties.

Having travelled a long way to attend a relative's funeral my father had booked two nights at a hotel. Annoying really as I hadn't really known the relative and would rather have stayed at home but the parents insisted on my presence, 'to show respect', though hadn't insisted on John accompanying us as he was busy with work; lucky sod!

The funeral took place on Friday with a large get together of friends and relations of the deceased planned for the Saturday evening. Hence the need to stay for two nights. At least I was left to my own devices on the Saturday afternoon and decided to go for a walk.

I set off into the countryside, wearing shorts and thin top over a bra that I would have left off, but for parental disapproval. Following a footpath to I knew not where in the unfamiliar landscape, I was enjoying the warmth of the sun with the peace and quiet disturbed only by the chirruping of birds. Aware that a horse rider was coming up behind me I paused to let him pass; actually he'd been following me for ages and I wanted to be on my own again.

Drawing level he drew rein and thanked me for stepping back into the long grass to let him pass.

"You could have overtaken earlier, you've been behind me for ages," I remarked.

"Ah but the view was superb, far too pleasant to lose," he said, a broad smile on his face.

"Sorry?"

"The sight of the rhythmic movements of your bottom was too good to miss. Those very tight shorts show your shapely bum and thighs off to advantage, mine fortunately."

"Cheeky!"

"Do you ride?" he asked.

"No," I replied, suppressing the impulse to add, 'only guys'.

"Actually you're trespassing but I'll overlook it for once, as you're so attractive."

"Really? I thought I was following a public footpath, it was signed as such."

"You were but the footpath turned right at the corner of the last field," he explained, adding that it was actually his land I was trespassing on.

I apologised, saying I hadn't noticed the footpath changed direction.

"Easy mistake to make," he told me, dismounting and hanging the reins over a protruding tree branch.

Removing his riding helmet to release a shock of jet black hair, the guy introduced himself as Norman. I automatically replied with my own name while thinking what a good looking guy he was. Probably early-forties with pale blue eyes and a small moustache, Norman was of medium height and lean build.

"Haven't seen you about these parts before," Norman commented so I told him the why's and wherefores of my presence in the area.

"That explains why you took a wrong turn and strayed off the footpath then. Not in any hurry to get back are you?"

"God no, I'm not looking forward to the evening at all, it will be boring in the extreme."

"Good, then I've plenty of time," he said, an arm encircling my waist to pull me close.

Norman kissed me fiercely on the lips before saying, "I'm going to strip you naked, get you down on the grass and give you a good seeing to. Teach you to pay more attention when out walking."

His hands were on my breasts then while I was feeling bemused by the speed things were happening.

"Of course resistance is useless and so's shouting for help because we're a long way from human habitation here. That's another reason I was in no hurry to catch you up."

He was undoing my shorts now and seeming to enjoy the power of his position hissed, "I'm going to have you young lady whether you want it or not and if you cry wolf afterwards no one will believe you as I'm a big noise in these parts."

"Who said anything about resisting," I replied, brushing my hand across the front of his jodhpurs.

Less keyed up now the guy kissed me again and then pushed my top up. I raised my arms to facilitate the tops removal and smiled at Norman as his arms encircled me again, his fingers fumbling somewhat as he undid my bra. It was off and feasting his eyes on my breasts Norman said, "Fine pair of tits."

Still looking at my breasts Norman sat down to remove his riding boots and once they were off rapidly shed his jodhpurs. Only then did he take my breasts in his hands. While Norman licked and kissed my nipples I slipped a hand inside his y-fronts and found a hot, hard and pleasurable large penis.

"Hmm, that feels good," Norman sighed as I stroked his penis, my other hand now cupping his balls.

He again kissed, licked and sucked both my nipples in turn before urging, "Go down on me."

Kneeling in the long grass I yanked Norman's y-fronts down to his ankles and set to work on his gorgeous penis. Licking and sucking the long hard rod, I also stroked Norman's balls, the guy gasping, "You certainly know how to pleasure a chap."

He was pushing his penis in and out of my mouth then, clearly wanting me to suck him off. Well that was fine by me but I did worry that a guy his age might not be able to raise a second erection afterwards. I didn't want the experience to end without feeling his lovely penis inside.

I needn't have worried. After coming in my mouth Norman stripped the rest of his clothes off while urging me to do the same.

"I must sample your young cunt."

It didn't take me long to take my shorts and panties off and then I stood, hands on hips and legs apart, flaunting myself at him.

"I hope you like what you see," I smiled at Norman.

He didn't reply but ran his eyes very slowly up and down my body in careful appraisal. To my delight I saw his penis quickly grow erect again.

"Yes, I very much like what I see," he said at last, before slipping a hand between my thighs.

My own hand found his penis, eager to aid its recovery to a full erectile state, while Norman fingered me.

"Down on the grass with you young lady," he said suddenly.

Laying down in the long grass, careful to avoid any nettles or thistles, I eagerly spread my legs and kneeling beside me Norman lowered his face between them. With his tongue performing wonders on my cunt I felt Norman's hand burrowing under my bottom and a finger stroke, then penetrate, my anus. At that I literally exploded in orgasm, squeezing his face between my thighs in excitement.

"Like that do you," he murmured, before flipping me over onto my tummy.

His hands on my bottom then, spreading the cheeks apart, I cried out in amazement when he began licking my anus!

The sensations were amazing and my initial shock was swept away as I gave myself up to enjoy the feel of his tongue on my anus. The feeling was electric and I hardly needed the additional sensations of his fingers on my clitoris to bring me to a very noisy orgasm indeed.

Still confused by what he'd done and the way I'd responded to the unexpected intimacy I barely registered being pulled up onto my hands and knees. I felt Norman's penis nudging at my slit and then he yelled triumphantly when it drove deep inside my cunt, a cry I echoed.

Gripping my hips tightly Norman fucked me at a fast and furious, almost frantic pace, but having already discharged kept going for a nice long time before coming for a second time.

I remained laying in the long grass, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking and enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin, while Norman dressed.

About to mount his horse he remarked that the footpath would soon become busy with runners.

"The annual charity cross-country run should be getting under way any minute now," he told me, glancing at his watch. "Most of the runners should be familiar with the route of the footpath so are unlikely to make the mistake you made and come this way to disturb your repose."

With that he galloped back the way we'd come.

Continuing to bask naked in the sun and enjoying the piece and quiet, it was perhaps inevitable that Norman's parting words would re-ignite my fantasy. What if there were newcomers unfamiliar with the route amongst the runners? What if a group of them did inadvertently lose the path as I had? In my developing fantasy I imagined eight or nine runners, all guys, suddenly appearing and stopping abruptly on seeing me laying naked in the grass. It wouldn't take the runners long to strip off their shorts and vests. I'd be surrounded by naked guys, all erect and all intent on having their way with me. My prurient thoughts running wild I imagined many willing hands holding me down in the grass; many hands exploring my body. Egging one another on the guys would then fuck me in succession, penis after penis thrusting into me.

Snapping out of it with some difficulty I dressed hurriedly and as a result managed to sting my backside on some nettles. Never mind, I could show hubby the stings as prove of my encounter, should he doubt the veracity of my tale and think I was making it up as sometimes happened.

Retracing my steps back towards the large village I did indeed meet hordes of runners and received a number of wolf whistles and salacious remarks in passing.