I am an ordinary man, retired, divorced, living quietly on my own. I belong to a few clubs to fill my time, and I expected my life to be like that for the foreseeable future. When I went to the supermarket or the post office I would notice the same people time and again, recognise faces , and smile at those I saw most frequently. Smiles became hellos, good mornings, then brief chats . One day I was at the garden centre mooching around and I noticed a lady, a face I saw often at the supermarket . She saw me and smiled, so I smiled back and said good morning. We had a brief conversation then went to continue our respective searches. Having got what I was there for I decided to have a coffee and cake in the cafeteria there. I had just sat at a table when the lady I spoke to earlier passed and smiled. She asked if I had found what I was looking for, so naturally I invited her to sit and have a coffee. We had a nice chat. She said she was a widow, her husband was a garden fanatic but she had let the garden deteriorate and was now making an effort to make it nicer again. She described the garden, I said it sounds wonderful. She asked if I would like to see it, of course I said yes. So we agreed on me calling around the next day at 3pm. Her name was Betty. She was as average as any lady can be, shortish, roundish, plainish , but with the loveliest smile and fantastic eyes. Her voice was smooth, and generally she was friendly and had a warm personality. The type of grandmother every child wants. The next day as we were in her house I saw a photo of a man. I asked if that was her late husband, and said he looked like a nice person. She replied that it was her husband, then added ' he was a randy old goat ' and laughed. I was a bit taken aback, but chuckled. We went outside and sat on the terrace. She brought out coffee, and as we sat talking about the garden she told me how her husband had worked very hard to get it just so. But she could not keep it like he had, too much work, so she needed to make changes to make it more low maintenance. She proposed that we walk around . She showed me one part of the garden, a sun trap not overlooked by the neighbours . She said " my husband made this as a place for us to sunbathe nude , and more , horny bugger that he was. Liked me to give him a blow job as well " . I could not help but laugh . But worse was to come. " He liked to always have something to do. But sometimes he would say 'Betty, I've nothing to do so I'm going to do you. And he did ! I was not complaining , he kept me happy . " Her laugh was infectious. As we walked on she carried on. " Dirty sod he was. Wanked at least three times a day. I said you'll run dry , but he never did . " This ordinary lady, the perfect grandmother, talking in such a humourous way about her husband. I was amazed. We went back to the terrace and sat back at the table. I was trying to conceal my erection, maybe not successfully ? Then lovely Betty piped up " Do you want more coffee or do you want to do me ? " I was not expecting Betty to be so desirable , gorgeous firm round breasts , perfect bum, and she knew how to kiss . That first time with her was so easy, she gently pushed me down asking me to lick her clitoris. She tasted divine, and it did not take long before she was thrusting herself against me as she had her orgasm. Next she pulled me back up and whispered to fuck her . She asked me to go slowly, not to push too deep, then as she raised her legs she asked for me to go harder and faster. Finally she let out a long sigh and then a little giggle. She held my head in her hands, looked into my eys , smiling, and said thank you. At that moment I lost all control and emptied myself inside her. A few minutes passed , then she rolled me off to lie beside her. " Was that nice ? " she asked. I just had to kiss her , it was so nice being there with her. After ten minutes of resting we started again. She pushed me down to lick her clitoris again, then after her climax, pushed me onto my back and got on top. She rode my cock , her eys shut, her throat bright red. she must have cum three times at least before she moved off me. My cock was still erect , I had been so happy watching her ride me. But she leant down and took me in her mouth and gave me the biggest treat of my life , finishing me off with her hand. " When I know you better you can cum in my mouth " she said. I did not want to go home, but she said her daughter was coming around for the evening. She suggested I come back around 10.30 that evening, and if her daughter's car was not in the drive, then the door would be unlocked and to come in. Betty, everyone's image of the perfect grandmother . I have never known a woman enjoy sex like she did, and it was always romantic. Even being given a blow job in the suntrap in her garden.