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Joan by Frankthis is really a sex story...but I hope you like it)"Joan," I said. "How old are you?" She looked up from her book andreplied."Werent you taught that you should never ask ladies their age?" Thenbefore I could answer she continued with "but I suppose at fifty youhave learnt that women of my age, which by the way is sixty seven, arenot too modest about how old they are. Why do you ask?""Its something I wonder about occasionally when I happen to think aboutyou," I explained."Oh" was all she said before continuing with her reading.Sixty seven I thought, she certainly looks well. It was about twentyyears since I had last seen her and that was on a hot sunny day in herback garden. My wife and I had been passing through the town in which Ihad grown up and I decided to detour and visit some of my oldacquaintances. When we had done this we continued our journey and Ithen realised that we would pass Joans house. Not the one in which sheand her family lived whilst we all grew up but one into which they hadonly recently moved. Mentioning this to Liz - my wife - we decided tocall on them. Liz had met them at our wedding five years previously asthey were my parents best friends. Due to that friendship we met oftenwhilst the children were growing up and then I as the oldest left homeat fifteen to join the Navy. It was upon my first leave after I hadbeen abroad and first sampled the sexual delights of women that Irealised that I found Joan attractive. At that time, given her answerto my question, she was obviously twice my age. I can remember usingevery opportunity I could to have a look up her dress or skirt or tosnatch a glimpse of her ample cleavage. Sometimes I was rewarded with aview of stocking tops and thigh and a couple of times I was able to seealmost the whole of her breasts down to the nipple. Two occasions standout in my memory though.The first of these was when I was almost eighteen. I was home on leaveand was working with my brother on a model glider which we had laid outon the sitting room floor. Whilst we were crawling around sticking bitstogether Joan arrived although talking with my parents was also a littleinterested in what we were doing. In answering her questions Iobviously looked up at her On one occasion I did this I was in such aposition that I had a clear view between her legs and up to her crotch.My face must have shown that I had such a view for I had no soonerregistered it in my mind before Joan closed her legs and twistedslightly to one side. However the sight of those legs with theircovering of stockings and the tops of them being attached to the garterbelt is with me today. So also is the memory of seeing her panties withthe mound it covered and a mass of curly hair peeping around the edges.Although Joan moved on that first occasion that I got such a look therewere others on which she didnt. Since then I have wanked many timeswhilst recalling that evening.The other really memorable event which took place was about a yearlater. Again I was on leave and whilst Joan was visiting my parents shementioned that she was taking Paul, her eight year old son, swimmingthe next day. I asked if I could go as well and she said yes. Off wewent to the pool and Paul and I were quickly changed and in the water.Joan came out of the ladies changing room and was looking around for us.Seeing this I gave a shout to attract her attention and Paul and I swamtowards her. As we approached she squatted down to talk with us and aswith the previous occasion, I was presented with a view straight betweenher legs. I like to think that this time I gave no inkling of gettingsuch a view but any way Joan remained like that until we arrived at theside of the pool. When we did so Joan lowered one knee to the groundand leant forward. As she did so I remember I nearly shot my come thereand then. The material between her legs moved to one side and not onlyallowed a mass of curly hair to escape but as it did so also pulled oneof the lips of her cunt sideways. I was now looking into her cunt hole!I couldnt take this so rolled onto my stomach and swam away. Some timearound then Joan must have got into the water for when I plucked up thecourage to swim back she was fooling around with Paul in the middle. Ijoined them and we splashed around for a while but the sight of Joanstits wobbling about like they were was too much so I again left them ontheir own. I returned to the side and got up onto the edge and satthere for a while. I must have been daydreaming for the next thing Iknew was that I was being splashed. Looking up I saw Joan about threefeet in front of me scooping water with her hands and throwing it at me.As she saw me look at her she moved in to the poolside and placing herhands on the edge began bobbing up and down whilst talking to me. Then,one of her tits popped out of her swimsuit. Almost unperturbed she juststopped bobbing and calmly put it back in and continued talking. I hadgot the biggest hard-on that I ever remember having and was soembarrassed that she might see it I made my excuses and left. I knewthat It was going to be impossible for me to continue in the pool so gotout and changed. After I had done so I found Joan again and said Iwould wait in the caf for them but that there was no hurry. Eventuallythey joined me and we returned home.My contact with Joan and her family reduced quite markedly from then on.Due only to circumstances of me dating, drinking and generally enjoyingmyself. Upon those occasions we did meet no more opportunities to peepwere taken or given. However, as I have said, both incidents werefrequently called to mind to have a good wank over. Eventually I gotmarried and never saw her again until the occasion of our visit to herhome. When we arrived Paul was just leaving and after a brief hello andhow are you he said his Mum, was out in the garden and he was sorry buthe had to leave. With that he pointed the way for us and departed.Liz and I moved from the hall through the lounge and then into thegarden. Joan was lying face down on a sun lounger reading a book. Asshe her head was pointing in the direction of the patio door our viewwas straight down her cleavage. The straps of her top were undone sothe material was laying on the lounger which meant her tits were justhanging free. As we moved into the doorway she glanced up and uponrecognising us said hello and moved to sit upright. It was some momentsbefore she decided to put her top back on but I had used it to refreshmy memory of what her boobs were like. The visit ended after aboutfifteen minutes and we continued on our journey home.As I have said, that was twenty years ago and here we were again on ahot sunny day with Joan in a bikini on a sun lounger in my presence. Ihad no sooner finished my reflecting on the past when Joan turned overand removed her top."Ive had enough reading," she said. "I think I will just catch a bitof sun." With that she lay her book down on the floor and thencontinued "you look surprised.""I am a little," I said. "Its a bit unexpected thats all.""Ive always been a bit of a sun worshipper as you know, so Imsurprised that you didnt expect me to go topless.""Its just that I never gave it a though," I replied, "If I had done soit is unlikely that it would have been unexpected." This last was a bitof a lie because Joan had never really displayed to me before that shewas a topless sunbather. That she enjoyed the sun, yes, but nottopless. She then lay back and allowed the sun to kiss the front of herbody. I just lay there wanting to do the same. It didnt take long forme to get another hard-on as I thought about what I would like to dowith her. As I lay there conscious of my erection and wondering what todo about it I sensed that I was being watched. I knew there was no-oneelse around either inside or outside the house so it could only be Joan.Moving my head slowly to the side I stopped when I could just see herwith my peripheral vision. She had twisted slightly over towards me andwas looking at me. From the direction her head was pointing she waslooking at my crotch. It was then that I became aware of the feeling offresh air blowing against my cock and remembered that in the shorts Ihad on, when I got aroused the end of my prick poked above the waistband. This then was what Joan was looking at. The thought of thatcaused my prick to give an involuntary jump. As it did so Joan gave alittle gasp then quickly covered her mouth. I made no sound nor anymovement and Joan soon returned her hand to her hip.Shortly after she did so she then allowed it to dip down between herlegs. By now I was feigning sleep but every so often was deliberatelymaking my cock give a little jump. Within a short space of time Joanhad begun moving her hand slowly up and down her mound and was beginningto look like she would carry on until she had brought herself off. Withthat she removed her hand and began to make moves to leave the patio.Giving a stretch and a yawn, which had the effect of pushing my cockeven further out of my pants, I swung my legs off my lounger. Turningtowards Joan I said " I think Ill go and catch a couple of hours inbed." "Im going inside myself," Joan said. "I could do with a drink.""Thats not all you could do with," I thought. Joan then began walking towards the door and after a quick glance at herbare tits as she passed I followed. Almost as soon as we entered theroom Joan stopped. This caught me by surprise and so I walked into her.As I did so she fell forward so I moved my hands to catch her. The onlyway I could do this was to hook them around the front of her body, whichI did. In doing so I ended up with one tit in each of my hands and herbackside pressed against my penis. We both seemed to realise theposition we were in at the same time. I decided I was going to make themost of an opportunity I had wished for, for the best part of thirtyyears. What Joan did was to press her arse back into me and wiggle itfirmly against me."That feels nice." We both spoke at the same time. Then silence. Joancontinued to rub her arse against my by now fully enlarged cock whilst Ikneaded and squeezed those wonderful tits. By now Joan had returned toa standing position but we still maintained our close contact. Becomingconscious of Joans arm moving I realised that she was again rubbingher mound. So, removing one of my hands from the tit it was working onI unlaced the side of her bikini bottom and placed my hand over hers andmoved it to one side. She allowed me to do this with no resistance and also to then slide myfingers under the material and begin massaging her mound myself. In ashort while my fingers worked their way further round between her legsand soon began to probe what was by now a very wet cunt-hole. As theydid so Joan stopped her rubbing against me and just let the pleasure ofwhat I was doing soak through. Before too long she began to push downonto my hand quite firmly and with groans of pleasure moved her own handover mine to indicate where and how she wanted rubbing. Eventually shegave a series of shudders and began to orgasm.After she had done so she moved her hand behind her back and beganplaying with my cock. Although still hard, the heat had moved from itssituation so I was unlikely to come very quickly. Then, turning to faceme said " I think its about time this fellow had some fun." With thatshe led me further into the room."What have you in mind?" I queried."Theres a choice." She paused, then continued, "you can either fuck thetits that you have not been able to see enough of over the last thirtyyears. Or, you can fuck the woman that has them."This shook me to the core. She had obviously been aware all along of mylust for her. What to say now though. I had always enjoyed a tit fuckand would dearly love to fuck hers. However, after having had her arserub against my cock I was aware of how taut it was so also wanted tohave a proper fuck with her. I wasnt sure whether this would be a oneoff occasion or not. "Cant I do both?" I answered."Thats fine by me," she replied. "Youre the one that has to hold ontohis load so that you can do it." With that she giggled and lay on thefloor. I removed my shorts and sat stride her chest. At first I triedto sit upright and with her help keep my prick between her tits so wecould both watch the action.Due to the hardness I had this was impossible so we settled into thetime honoured tit-fuck position. With cupped hand she pushed herbreasts from the side to create a tunnel in which my cock travelledbackwards and forwards. The feeling was one of ecstasy and I knew thatunless I stopped pretty soon I would indeed come without having had thesatisfaction of taking up the other option. As I changed position Joanobviously knew what was happening so opened her legs and raised herknees. My hips slipped between them and my cock rubbed against thefurry entrance to her cunt."Ill give you a hand if you like," offered Joan. "It might be a littletight even though it is well moistened.""OK," I agreed and then felt the warmth of her fingers as they againgripped my cock. They worked their way to its head and then, havinglocated it, held it against her cunt entrance as she opened her legsfurther and thrust with her hips to start its journey inside.The walls of her cunt started to spread and my cock worked its way upthe hole. How right she was, it was a tight fit alright. In fact ifI didnt know better I would have said it was the cunt of a virgin.This wasnt because Im well endowed so it must be that she just has atight hole. It took quite a bit of thrusting until finally my balls hitthe cheeks of her arse. Once I had got this far in all further movementwas easier and more pleasant due to the reduction in the effortnecessary. All the time that I had been pushing steadily in, Joan hadbeen thrusting and pushing against me. Each thrust being accompaniedby a sigh of pleasure - or a groan of delight. On the last thrusthowever, this changed."Ohhhh, fucking hell she cried. Ive never had one this far in." Thenwith a gasp she began to fling herself around like a wild thing. Farfrom just hanging, on I met each movement of hers with a counter one ofmy own. My cock moving outwards and returning up her cunt throughvarying distances.Before long I began the throbs which told me I was beyond the point ofno return. I was about to come and nothing I could do would stop it.Not that I wanted to! I gripped onto the cheeks of Joans arse and witheach throb of my prick I thrust so deep into her cunt that it felt asthough she was getting my balls as well."Ahhhh!" I shouted as the throbbing pulses of my prick increased inintensity. "Joan, that is wonderful. Ohhhh! What a fuck!""Yeessss," she said, "I couldnt agree more. That really was the mostincredible fuck of my life." By now both of our climaxes had finishedand we just lay coupled together, to fucked out to do much more.After some minutes we had our breath back and were able to speak andseparate. Our talking was not only about the pleasure we had just hadbut also to sound out as to whether it would happen again. Like me,Joan was a little concerned that it might only be a one-off. We re-assured each other that that would not be the case and with a quick feelof each other made our way to our rooms to clean up before the othersreturned.