Lazy Summer Evenings

Lazy Summer Evenings After I'd started work, I got used to being home alone at my parents when they went on their summer holidays. It was great, getting up late, wandering around the house naked (often with a hard cock), lazily masturbating as I flicked through my stash of porn magazines on my bed. Sometimes because the days were unbearably hot, I'd take advantage of the cooler evenings, and the fact that my parents were away, and sit masturbating in the conservatory. The wide open doors allowed a fresh breeze in and sitting there naked, stroking my cock felt wonderful and erotic. The neighbours were an older, widow in her late 60s on one side, and a couple in their 40's the other. The widow had her grandchildren around most days, cheap childcare for the parents I suppose, and the couple in their 40's had a two teenage girls who appeared to spend a lot of time away with friends in the evenings, meaning that my evening masturbatory sessions could be enjoyed in relative peace and quiet. The mom of the teenage daughters was a quiet lady, she'd say "Hello" over the garden fence, but generally kept to herself. Her husband worked nights at the local automotive parts plant, so that, along with her daughters wanting to be at their friends in the evening, meant that she was alone for much of the evening and night. However, before her hubby left for work, and while their daughters were out at friends, I would often hear them making love, or rather, judging by the moans, groans and cries of pleasure of the woman, I'd hear them fucking like crazy - especially now in the summer when they had the bedroom windows open because of the heat. Hearing them fucking always intensified my masturbation sessions in the conservatory, which caused me serious issues about spurting too soon. I'd stroke my cock frenziedly as I fantasised that it was me fucking my female neighbour, rather than her hubby. It was while I had my eyes closed, as I sat in a deckchair in the conservatory, happily stroking my hard cock as I heard them fucking one evening, that there was a polite cough. I opened my eyes in alarm, and saw standing in the open conservatory doorway, the grey haired widow from the other neighbouring house. "Hello, sorry to disturb you", she politely said, "Your side gate was unlocked and I popped around on the off chance to ask if it would be Ok for me to collect my grandchildrens football? They kicked it over the fence earlier today". She stood there, seemingly quite at ease while I had my hard cock in my hand. Her eyes looked alternatively between mine and my hard cock. "Er, yes, of course", I managed to say, going beet red. "Thank you" she said, but didn't move. She just kept glancing at my rapidly shrinking cock. There was an embarrassed silence between us as I attempted to cover up my cock. The only sounds that could be heard were birdsong and the couple fucking one another. "It's Richard, isn't it?" the lady asked me. "Yes" I stammered. "Well Richard, please don't stop on my account. Those two", she said nodding towards the fucking couple's house, "constantly at it like rabbits would make anyone horny. I know it drives me to distraction at times. I quite often get the urge to finger myself when I hear them at it" she said without any embarassment. I must have looked shocked. "Richard, just because I'm 67 doesn't mean I don't get aroused at the sound of someone having sex. Or at the sight of a man masturbating". She pointedly nodded towards my covered cock. "You do?" I said in a daze. She chuckled at my innocence. "Of course I do. I may look old, but inside I feel young and I still get aroused and have sexual cravings. May I sit down please?" she asked. "Er, of course" I said, nodding towards another deckchair. I daren't point, or else my cock would be fully exposed to her view. She picked up the chair, set it down at right angles to mine, and sat in it. "Thank you Richard" she said. "Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Pat, and I'm 67 years of age, and a grannie" she said, offering her delicate hand. It was such a polite gesture that I automatically reached out and shuck it, exposing my now deflated cock to her view. "How old are you Richard?" she asked me, glancing at my cock. "Twenty" I replied. "Crikey, just 20. I remember when I was twenty something" Pat said, "I was just like those two next door at that age, always at it at every opportunity". "You were?" I asked her. Pat gave a throaty laugh. "Yep. It may come as a surprise to you, but this grey haired old lady loved getting fucked and sucked, and enjoyed sucking cocks. I still do when the opportunity arises" she chuckled, winking at me. I laughed nervously. I began to look at her more closely while she chatted. She was quite a petite lady, short, greying hair, clear green eyes that seemed to twinkle with amusement, full, pouty lips, and from what I could tell from looking at her in her lose summer dress, smallish boobs. "So Richard, do you just toss off when they're at it next door?" Pat asked me. I blushed. "Well, to be honest with you Pat, no. I usually wank while looking at mens magazines" I replied, thinking that this was quite a bizarre turn of events. "Oh, have you got any to hand? Do you just get aroused by the photos of women in them, or by the stories too?" Pat enquired, seemingly with knowledge of their contents. I pointed to the pile of magazines on the coffee table behind me, again allowing Pat to view my cock. "I like having them open at a page with a photo of a woman that looks like one described in a story. It makes it seem that it's actually her that I'm wanking off for" I said. "May I look at them Richard? Would you get them for me please?" she asked. "Are there any photo's of older women in your magazines Richard, grey haired grannies like myself, that you've wanked over?" she asked me. Embarassed, I nodded and stood up, walked past her, and collected the magazines. My cock was exposed to her view as I did so, especially when I handed her them. It was literally almost in her face. For a short while I stood there as she put the magazines in her lap, and I could feel her warm breath on my cock, which began to cause it swell. "Sorry" I said as my cock rapidly grew harder. Before I could move away and sit down, she reached out and lightly cupped my swollen balls. "They feel full she" said as she gently tickled them with her long nails. My cock just got harder and started throbbing in front of her face. "Nice" Pat commented. "May I hold it?" she politely asked me. I just nodded. Pats hand enveloped my hard cock. "You've a nice thick cock Richard. Do you have a girlfriend that appreciates it?" she asked me as she gave it a couple of slow strokes. "No" I said. "Oh. Has any woman had the pleasure of feeling your lovely erect cock?" she asked, looking into my eyes while continuing to languidly stroke my hard cock. "Sadly, no" I admitted. "Oh, so you've only ever known the pleasure of masturbation then?" asked Pat. "Yes" I said, sighing at her continuing slow stroking of my cock. "Well, perhaps I could change that for you Richard. Would you like me to?" asked Pat quietly. I just nodded, not daring to speak. "Come closer" she said. I shuffled closer to her as she turned her head, leant forward, and while still slowly stroking my hard cock, she flicked her tongue out and licked the tip. I shuddered with delight. "Was that nice Richard?" Pat asked. "Would you like me to do it again?" she teasingly purred. Before I could answer, she licked the tip of my cock again. "Pat, please .." I mumbled. "Please what, Richard?" Pat asked as she continued to play with my hard cock. "Please .. would you suck me Pat?" I begged, feeling so very aroused. "You want an old grannie to suck your young, firm cock Richard?" teased Pat. "Please! .. Pat!" I begged again. Pat just chuckled. "Well, I'll let you into a secret Richard, grannie Pat just loves sucking cocks." So saying, she guided my hard cock into her willing mouth, licking it as she did, and then sucking it. Her tongue was in constant motion as she sucked my cock, the feeling was devine. I placed my hands on Pat's head as she continued sucking my cock, my fingers caressing her grey hair. All that I heard was Pat's greedy sucking and slurping, my ragged, excited breathing, and the cries of pleasure from the woman next door as she was getting fucked by her hubby. I think the sound of the couple next door fucking, and Pat greedily sucking my cock was too much for both of us. I instinctively began thrusting my cock in Pat's mouth, making her groan and suck me harder. She gripped my thighs in an effort to slow down my thrusting as I got more worked up. Soon I felt I was about to blow my load, and I tapped Pat on the shoulder to let her know. Instead of her pulling away, she surprised me by pulling me in tight, keeping my cock in her mouth as I began to cum heavily. She looked up at me as she sat there in the deck chair, her eyes twinkling as she swallowed mouthfuls of my spunk. Eventually my cock stopped pulsing, and Pat let go of my thighs. She sat back in the deckchair, my floppy cock slipping from her mouth, and licked her lips. With a wicked grin she said, "Well Richard. That was a nice surprise for me. Perhaps I should come around again tomorrow to look for the ball?" Pat came around every evening the remainder of the time my parents were away that holiday. She introduced me to the delights of an older, experienced woman, instructing me in the ways to pleasure her, in particular having her small breasts sensitive nipples sucked, and having my cock rubbed over them. She also got extremely aroused when receiving oral, leading most times to fucking Pat doggie style, which made her extremely vocal when she was close to orgasm more than a match for the couple next door! It's strange to think that shed be in her late 90's now, but perhaps even now, she's still having fun. I hope so. I know I do masturbating at the memories of that summer with her.