Getting Directions

Holly heard the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside her house and threw her secateurs down, wondering if it was the postman. She pulled her flimsy sundress back on, not sure why she was bothering because him finding her lying on her sun lounger, naked, as he dropped to his knees to lick her pussy before fucking her, was one of their favourite ways for him to deliver her post, but there was a slight difference in the engine noise which made her a tad more cautious.

She lived at the very end of a lane with farmers’ fields on three sides and a small scrubland between her and her neighbours’ house. With 6ft privet hedges around her sun-trap of a garden at the front of her house, she had almost perfect privacy, and as she was a sun worshipper, she spent most of her time in the front garden without any clothes on.

She stuck her head out of her gate and saw a vintage racing green Mini parked up with the engine running and an old man studying a map. He looked up and saw her, pulling forwards slightly so he was level with her. He put his passenger-side window down and leant across, smiling. “Excuse me, miss. I’m looking for the golf club?”

She returned his smile and went over to him, leaning on the open window frame. “Ah, you’ve turned off the main road too soon. You are…here, and you need to be…there. Head back to the main road, turn right and carry on for another half a mile or so. You’ll see the signs then.”

She’d reached in to point at the map and she became aware of the old man staring at her ample bosom, which was bunched up and pushed forwards by her position; straining under the thin white cotton, threatening to spill out into his car.

He shifted and thanked her profusely, shaking his map out to its full width ready to close it and inadvertently brushing against her left boob. Mortified, he turned bright red, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

She laughed good-naturedly at the dapper old grandad in his navy blazer and smart trousers. “Oh don’t worry. They’re so huge, they’re always getting in the way. I don’t mind though, I love my girls and I love people looking at them.” And she jiggled her shoulders to make the flesh wobble.

“Well, they are…very lovely to look at, I must say,” the gentleman continued to gaze at them, a hint of a smile and a look of reverence on his face.

She noted his wedding ring on his finger, “Not as lovely as your good wife’s, I’m sure!”

“Oh,” his face fell and he looked away. “My Dorothy died five years ago. And she only had a modest pair. But I do miss them. And her, obviously. But especially her breasts. I love breasts. She rarely let me near them, so it was always a treat to get a glimpse or to be allowed to get my hands on them.” He shook his head, “Anyway, sorry, don’t know why I’m saying all this to you. I’m clearly being a foolish old man today.” He took another sideways glance at her breasts.

Holly felt bad for reminding him of his dead wife. “Oh, I’m sorry. I love my boobs being touched though, so if you’d…like to…you can!”

The old man frowned, “Oh I couldn’t. I mean, I’d love to and it’s very kind of you. But I can’t.”

Holly shrugged, “Well, you can. If you want to. But no worries if you don’t!”

He tore his gaze away from her tits and looked at her face, questioningly. She nodded to give him permission again and pushed her breasts a bit further forwards towards him.

He licked his lips and tentatively reached out, placing his right hand on her left globe and gently squeezing. “Ohh!” he groaned in delight, his fingers spreading to encompass the soft roundness as his left hand came up to fondle her right breast.

Holly grinned, feeling herself getting turned on by being touched by this silver-haired old man. “Shall I get in the car and then you can get closer to them?”

He nodded, reaching under her breasts to pull on the door handle. She stepped back, pulled the door open and slid in, facing him with one leg bent underneath her. She popped the top two buttons of her barely-there dress and he reached inside the material to slide his cool fingers around the fullness of her breasts.

He hummed in delight, taking his time to explore this wonderful gift offered up to him. He’d dreamt of tits this big, of burying his face in them, of tasting them, of slipping his cock up between the soft fluffy valley between the two. Dorothy had barely tolerated his touch, slapping his hands away, calling him perverted and disgusting for his obsession, and not long after they’d got married, she’d taken to getting changed in the bathroom, only occasionally lifting her nightie under the covers for him to have sex with her, never letting him see her naked, and certainly not in broad daylight, like this heavenly creature with cascades of blonde hair and blue eyes was letting him do.

He wasn’t sure how long she was going to let him touch her, so he made the most of worshipping her marvellous mounds, feeling the weight, jiggling them in his hands, daring to run the pad of his thumb over her nipples, hardly believing he was actually touching them.

She smiled at him, like the goddess she was, shrugging her dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to her waist, and then, oh my gosh! She grabbed her own nipples and pulled them! He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Do that again. Please,” he whispered urgently.

She shook her head slowly with a grin and grabbed his hand, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger then pulling the nipple and shaking it; the soft flesh rippling from left to right. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers and shifted uncomfortably, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get much harder than semi-soft these days.

She rolled his hands up and down her breasts in a ploughing motion, then squeezing his fingers to knead the pliable delights. Her hands dropped away as he repeated, throwing her head back to moan her pleasure this time.

Her hands moved under the material in her lap and oh my goodness! Was she touching herself? Down there? He could barely comprehend what he was seeing; Dorothy would never have been that forward, but he loved the thought of this gorgeous girl touching her soft, wet, secret folds.

She noticed him looking and smiled. “Push your seat back,” she ordered.

He did as she asked, getting tangled up in the seatbelt, before fumbling to undo it like an uncoordinated teenager, all fingers and thumbs, shooting his seat back with a jolt.

She hooked a leg over his lap and slid sideways, until she was straddling him, her ripe tits just inches away from his face and he couldn’t help himself, sinking his head in between the dip to inhale the sweet fresh smell of sweat and cut grass. He grabbed handfuls of plump flesh either side of his head and clamped down, squeezing the pillows cushioning the sides of his face.

He felt the throaty rumble of her laughter in her chest, the vibrations tickling his nose, which was now firmly embedded in the valley of tit. He licked that flat bit of skin between the mounds and tasted the tang of her flesh.

He turned sideways and sought out her red little nub, marvelling at the puffy, puckered skin around his lips as he sucked on that rock-hard nipple; spreading the tit out across her chest as he pushed his face into the delightful softness.

He murmured and sighed, lost in heaven as he played with his new favourite toys. Reality seeped slowly into his world as he felt her unzip his trousers and take his semi-hard cock out. He pushed her hands off with a grimace and tucked himself back in. “Sorry, the old boy doesn’t quite work as he used to.”

She pouted and he suddenly ached to be hard enough to ram in-between those sulky lips, like he’d done with that girl in a French port when he was a teenager.

She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, “Well, maybe you should take one of those little blue pills next time and then you can show me him in his full glory.”

“Yes,” he nodded, surprising himself with his acceptance that this was going to happen again. “I will.” But for now, he pushed her back so she was draped over his steering wheel and he returned to gloriously suffocating in her intoxicating tits. What a way to die if he went right now!

Holly grabbed at her half-discarded dress, pulling each side hard so that the buttons undid or popped off, pinging around the car. She pulled the material out to one side and threw it onto the passenger seat, lying back, completely naked in the old man’s car.

He was still latched onto her nipple, as she put her hand between her legs and shifted slightly with a soft groan, then brought her fingers out. They were glistening with a silvery shine and he excitedly realised it was her juices, from down there! He watched frozen still as she wiped her fingers round and round, over and over the nipple on the mountain next to him. The flesh wobbled as she moved and he was fascinated as she pulled at the nipple again, squeezing so hard it might pop in her fingers. She reached back down for more juice and the scent invaded his nostrils as his tongue flicked at the nipple clamped in his mouth.

He reluctantly let go; not that he wasn’t excited to taste her juice-laden nipple, but he just didn’t want to let go of the one he already had. He copied her movements and pinched his finger and thumb on it instead to maintain contact, and lurched onto the next breast, the taste of her exploding into his mouth. He moaned and dragged her nipple down, then pulled it back up, lapping and sucking at the nub in his mouth.

She offered him her glistening fingers and he popped off the breast, taking her digits into his mouth and groaning in delight at the tangy sweetness. He sucked hard, his eyes closing in a love-drunk haze, then returning contentedly to her tit. He felt her rocking herself really quickly and his head nearly exploded at the thought of her taking charge of her own pleasure after he’d had years of Dorothy’s repression about such matters. What a waste of her life! He wanted to watch but he couldn’t leave her glorious breast, like a dog with a bone, twisting his head to try and look down without letting go.

He wanted to touch, but it was all a bit much. Just this was a fantasy come true. Maybe he could touch her, taste her, see her, next time. Next time.

He felt her tense as her movements increased and he tried to help; biting, sucking, licking, kissing, pinching each nipple in turn. She arched and shuddered around him, and he kept clamped down on the breast he was on, as she pulled his head further into her ample bosom and he thought he really might die, wonderfully squished in there.

As she recovered her breath, she kissed his liver-spotted forehead then gently pushed him off her, turning to check the time on his dashboard.

“Well, that was fun!” she declared. “You’re more than welcome to come and visit any time you’d like.”

Henry vowed to find something that would give him an erection and then he’d be back to show this girl what he could do. He had to come back to those breasts. She moved out of the car, pulling her tattered dress back on, making it clear their fun was over, for now.

She blew him a kiss as he drove off, a huge big grin on his face. He even waved a cheery hello to the Post Office van turning into the lane as he approached the main road. Oh yes, he was definitely coming down this dead end again!