I was sixty three a couple of years ago when this happened, I have a husband who is still good enough for a fuck once or twice a week, however, on this occasion the devil got into me. Every so often I get really horny and take notice of the men I see around me, fantasising on what sex would be like with them. One day when I was like this a young lad came round to repair our vacuum cleaner. He was a nice looking boy and I started fantasising as he crouched on the floor of the kitchen working away. My husband was out and I was sitting on a stool in front of this boy thinking my very naughty thoughts without realising that I had relaxed my legs and he was looking straight up between them. This really turned me on, I only had thin cotton knickers on and I guessed that he was trying to see what I'd got. At one point he had to go out to his car and get something or other so I took the opportunity to masturbate frantically through my knickers. I got wet very quickly and knew that my pants would take up the shape of my open fanny. When he returned it appeared as if I hadn't moved, he crouched down again and sure enough he took a look. I could see the shock on his face and thought that he was probably getting an erection so I said, "Like the view then, son?" He blushed deeply, "Sorry," he mumbled, "couldn't help looking!" "That's alright," I told him, "I like being looked at, turns me on! You look as much as you like!" and I opened my legs a bit further. He continued with what he was doing with frequent glances up my skirt, then when he'd finished asked to wash his hands. I took him to the bathroom and while he was washing I said, "Did you like what you saw?" He swallowed then stuttered, "Couldn't help it, I've never seen a woman.... well you know, down there." "You don't know what you're missing," I told him, "would you like a proper look?" Without waiting for his answer I slipped my hands up my skirt and hooked my pants down and took them off. His face was a picture, red as a beetroot, but that didn't prevent him looking as I raised my skirt and opened my legs wide. "There," I said, "if you want more than a look, come into the bedroom!" He followed me in a daze, "Have you ever fucked a woman?" I asked, he shook his head. "Come on then, get your things off and I'll show you what it's all about." I stripped and pulled him onto the bed, he was hard of course and not badly endowed either. I showed him how to play with my cunt, kissing him while he did it. "Feel how wet I'm getting?" I asked, "That means I'm ready to fuck, come on, get over me and put your cock up my fanny!" He was shaking like a leaf and staring at my open cunt but did as I said. I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it against my clit then entered it, "Go on then, fuck me!" I ordered. He managed about a dozen strokes then came. He had a lovely lot of spunk and shot it quite hard, I felt every spurt. Then he flopped on me and was going to take it out but I stopped him, "Don't worry, you're young and you'll get hard again in a minute, then you can tell all your mates how you fucked me twice. I shan't mind as long as you don't tell them who." "Christ!" he said. Nevertheless, ten minutes later he was fucking me again, this time it took much longer for him to come, I quite enjoyed it. This time I let him go then took him to the bathroom and cleaned him up. He seemed in a daze and I asked him how old he was, "Seventeen!" he said. I laughed, "Don't tell your mates then but I'm nearly four times as old as you! I bet you thought women of my age were well past it. But I bet you enjoyed my cunt!" "I did," he replied, "and your cunt was wonderful, thanks for letting me fuck you." "Anytime!" I replied.