Daphne is a little old lady that lives down my road.
She walks past twice a week back and forth to and from the shops, always friendly with a cheery greeting and a wave.
One day she stops outside the motorhome I have been renovating, clearly wanting to chat, looking a bit down, I invite her in as it looks like rain and offered a cup of tea.
She explained that she used to go caravanning with her late husband, missed it, and was curious at how my van looked inside.
The rain was now chucking down so she went on to tell me her story over a cuppa.
She had been widowed for 14 years from Colin, a good, hard working man that, to her, was "hard work".
They had no children,married for 49 years, and I got the impression that she felt she had wasted her life and was somewhat unfulfilled, listening to her story loaded with emotion.
The absolute highlight of their life together being the annual caravanning holiday, being the only time they were intimate and she felt loved.
It didn't take long for her to feel comfortable enough to ask for another tea, I was concerned that she had lost track of time and maybe she should make her way home, her face changed and a tear formed in the corner of her eye. " I thought that you liked me, it's still raining, do you want me to go"?
I quickly reassured her and made the follow-up cuppa.
She insisted on telling me more details of their private life, ( I felt that she wanted to tell somebody and today, that somebody was me )
She explained that she simply had to make herself available to her husband on holiday for his "wifely's" and that meant going to bed with no underwear under her nightie, freshly bathed, for when he decided to lay on top of her and "do his thing".  It usually lasted about two minutes and she didn't know what the fuss was all about, him rolling over to sleep while she cleaned herself up and went back to bed, she admitted that she got more satisfaction playing with her nipples while he was sleeping
I explained to her that lovemaking should and could last a lot longer and be mutually satisfying. I then felt a shift in her demeanour and she was looking at me differently, as was I looking at her, my mind spinning a bit now imagining her naked and willing.
Daphne was a short statured woman with a large bust and a "well rounded" figure with a lovely smile.
I suggested that if ever she wanted to revisit the good times of her long ago holidays I would love to give her breasts the attention they deserve and show her a good time.
She was now visibly flustered, the rain had stopped and she abruptly thanked me for my kindness listening to the ramblings of an old lady, but it was time to go home.
I offered to walk her home, she said it wasn't necessary and I thought that was it.

A couple of days later, I was again working on the van, this time underneath, installing a diesel heater, when I heard someone call my name, I looked but from my position could only see a pair of legs and a shopping trolley. 
Daphne had stopped by to make sure that she hadn't upset me by her revealing more than she should have, and to ask if I was serious about "showing her a good time".
Diesel heater fitting suspended for the foreseable future we adjourned to the motorhome for a chat and a cold drink.
She advised me that if we were to do this, it would be strictly a once-off, no negotiation, on her terms, with a safe word if she wanted things to stop.
I asked her why a safe word, she explained that she had been talking to some single lady friends in the church choir group and they told her she needed one if she was to go ahead, because they said that she couldn't be sure of how it was going to go after being without intimacy for so long.

I listened as she explained how she had thought it through and decided that maybe she  wasn't too old for one last chance of happiness and fulfilment so had decided to let me come and play, with her boobs only, until she felt she had enough, and I was to immediately stop, on command, of the safe word "pineapple".

Was I available at 3pm this afternoon to come to her house, where she felt most comfortable, I assured her I was, and that all was good and that I cant wait.
"Well you'll have to" came the quick reply "and be kind, considerate and gentle with me, its been a long while".

I was to go to her house, through the side gate, and in the back door, closing and locking it behind me, entering the kitchen.

I had a shower and a shave, put on some nice smelly before setting off down the road to Daphne's house.
With some trepidation I entered the kitchen door, locking it behind me to find her standing at the kitchen sink in a silk dressing gown.
She explained that this was a scenario that she enjoyed, when her husband used to come up behind her while she was doing dishes, put his arms under hers and fondle her breasts. She reminded me that if she felt uncomfortable, I was to stop straight away.

I responded by standing behind and doing exactly as she said, began to play with her boobs outside the gown. She was breathing heavy and suggested I undo the tie in front.  Doing so released the most magnificent pair of breasts I had ever seen, large with beautiful hard nipples that cried out for attention.
I cupped her breasts and toyed with her nips, obviously not enough as I was told to squeeze and pinch them. Doing this made her arch her back, I kissed her neck and she went a little crazy, turning her head demanded to be kissed passionately, I tried but was met by a firmly closed mouth. Pinching and rolling her nipples she opened her mouth to breathe and I took the opportunity to slip in a tongue. Outraged she asked what I was doing, I replied "kissing you passionately" she said that she had never been kissed like that and I should do it again.
Well, I had opened Pandora's box ! Sucking face, she suggested we take this upstairs so no-one could possibly see through a window what she was about to do.
Intrigued I followed her upstairs to her bedroom where she dropped the robe, "not too old or fat for you"?  "No ", I said "but those giant knickers are a bit of a passion killer though",  "Don't you worry about them, they're going nowhere"

Laying on the bed she insisted I resumed kissing her like she  had never been kissed before and continue where I left off with the boobs. Thumbing and rolling the nipples while kissing her passionately got the reaction I wanted, breaking off from her mouth I went down to suck a nip, she went wild, "never done that before, but don't stop" she said, wriggling like a schoolgirl.

" You're making my fufu all wet" she said, I asked what she wanted me to do about it seeing as those big knickers were going nowhere. She said "I will take them off as long as you get naked too"  so with no fear of a surprise pineapple I quickly stripped off and got on the bed next to her. She stopped, looked and told me she had never seen her husbands cock, as it was always dark and he just lifted her nightgown and "stuck it in" sometimes dry and painful with no concern for her.

I went back to playing with the nips which had her rolling her hips so I went down to lick her pussy, again she asked what I was doing, I told her to shush and enjoy.
Licking her pussy and clit soon had her enjoying the first orgasm in many years, I had no idea that an eighty five year old was capable of so much juice, my face was covered, she insisted I kiss her and she licked my face sucking her own juices, going nuts.
She played with her pussy getting her hand all wet to lick and suck her fingers and put them in my mouth.
She told me that the church ladies were right, that she had no idea of the depth of feeling she would enjoy, as indeed she was experiencing new feelings she didn't understand, I told her she was just horny and to go with it.

She told me that as a church member of the elite ladies choir she was about to say something she has never said in her life,  "I want you to have sex with me"
I told her it would be impolite to refuse but she would have to show me some attention first, "how? Do you want me to rub it for you? cant you do that?"
As a non church going person, that  can't sing, I am going to tell you something now, "suck my cock 'til its hard enough for you"

As expected she explained that she had never done anything so dirty and that her husband was hard every time. I explained the physics of the situation while gently fingering he wet pussy, she laid down and tentatively sucked my cock asking if she was doing it right, I told her she was doing fine and resumed licking her clit.
In between sucking she told me to play with her tits, in between licking I told her to play with my balls.

I did as her husband had done all those years ago and climbed between her thighs, her pussy was surprisingly tight but very wet and fucked and bucked like a champ.
While in the missionary position I noticed that she was playing with her nipples, Jesus Christ! She nearly tore them off, they were red and bruised, I made her let go so I could suck her titties.
I'm sure she came because the bed got wet and she was very noisy about it. She asked about other positions the ladies had said she might like, suggesting doggie would be good if you hadn't been active for a while, so I turned her over and got her on her knees, her big boobs rubbing on the damp bed, she liked the friction on her nipples as I took her from behind.

Getting a bit zealous, my cock slipped from her pussy and getting it back in, I rubbed it over her asshole, "mmmm" she said, "that brings back a memory"
Quizzing her revealed that before meeting Colin, she had another boyfriend, Norman, at college, and they used to have sex in his car in the dark, late at night, and to make sure that she didn't get pregnant they only used her bum hole, she said that she had really enjoyed sex without fear.
I told her that at eighty five there was little chance of her getting pregnant, she asked if I would mind putting my cock in her bum for old times sake.
I asked if she had any lubricant for her bum, she had some E45 cold cream on her bedside table. I asked if she was sure about this She gave me the cream and a hungry smile.
I put cream around her bum hole and some inside using a finger, she let out a noise I have never heard before along with a throaty " yessss"
I placed my cock on her bum and gently pushed.........  She was having none of that !  Pushed back as hard as possible and told me to fuckerada.
She told me that when she had sex with Norman there was "no mess" so always thought of it as cleaner than sex with her husband.

She told me of a time when they were in college at a function and decided to try something very naughty, they went behind a building ( in broad daylight ) where they had bum sex and Norman needed the loo, so he had a pee inside her bum. She found it thrilling and had to clench all the way to the toilet to relieve herself (and himself)

I asked her if I should come in her bum so as not to make a mess, she said no, but I was to wipe it with wet wipes to clean it before she sucked it again, because the ladies of the church said she should "suck his cock 'til he comes in your mouth, enjoy the taste and kiss him with come on your tongue"
I pulled out of her bum ( with a sigh of disappointment from her) and she proceeded to clean my cock, the attention keeping it hard.

She sat on the edge of the bed, I stood in front of her while she sucked and slobbered my cock and balls. I quickly reached the point of no return and advised her of what was about to happen, she said she had faith in the church ladies and was looking forward to it. I unloaded into her mouth, now I Don't usually come very much but it felt like lots, she was licking and sucking for all she was worth, told me to lay on the bed and kissed me with a mouthful of come, demanded it back so she could swallow and report back to the ladies, how it was for the first time, at eighty five.

Laying on the bed, she said "now where were we, oh yes you have to kiss me passionately while playing with my nipples"  I leaned over and had the most amazing wet kiss while squeezing and pinching her nipples hard (er than I thought I should)  "Oh my god you've made me come, or wet myself, I'm not sure, but thanks"

I could not believe what we had achieved from one rainy day conversation.