Each to their own I suppose but I have never quite got the thing about people wanting to shag someone 30 or 40 years their senior, but having said that. During the summer of 76 I had left school and had the pleasure of spying on two colleagues numerous times as they enjoyed their ration of passion on an almost daily basis. Her name is Connie and his name was Bert. She was then twenty years young and he was sixty plus years old. I was a naive lad of just sixteen and waiting until the end of the summer on the intake for my apprenticeship to begin. We worked for the old GPO as it then was in a collection and storage depot for returned letters and parcels that for one reason or another could not be delivered by the postman. Bert had been a postie but was nearing retirement and was running down the clock employed at the depot. He was a huffy bad tempered man who appeared to have little tolerance of his younger colleagues, especially me. He was unlike any other postie and was grossly overweight and wore tatty clothes that had seldom seen a washing machine. His hair was always greasy and he had tufts hair growing from his ears and nose. He was also permanently reeking of stale alcohol. Connie was young and bubbly, and although a bit immature she was always nice to be close to. She was pretty, even to a youngster who thought all women should look like one of Charlies angels. She was fairly petite and had a fantastic figure that was all tits and bum but well covered up. She had sexy eyes and I often felt myself melt with just a glance from her. She had black hair with the then popular 70's shaggy perm to about shoulder length. All her qualities aside she was off limits to me, or any other I thought, as she was getting married that summer and spoke constantly about wedding plans and her intended husband. She also mentioned how important it was to her to be married a virgin. All that plus an age difference of 4 years made her seem even more untouchable. The bonus for not being liked by Bert was that he used to tell me to take an hour and a half for my break instead of the allowed 30 minutes. We opened at 6.30am and closed just before 2pm so to be sent for your break from 10.30 to 12 made putting up with his moods bearable. As I lived within a couple of hundred yards it was ideal for forty winks as the late night revelling and early rises were clearly catching up on me. Connie almost never took a break and usually said she had paper work to catch up on. The building we worked in was about 100 foot in length and 20 foot wide. A sturdy wooden gantry 5 foot wide with handrail ran the length of the building about 15 feet above ground level along one wall. It had been a storage area for mail bags and lighter uncollected parcels and the like but was no longer used unless it was to put something away permanently. It was dusty and cluttered but one of my first jobs from Bert was me being sent up there to sweep and tidy it. By my own admission I did a great job of tidying it and much to my pleasure I found an old undelivered parcel that could not have been anything other than a fishing rod. I hatched a plan to smuggle it out as it surely would not be collected by its owner now as the stamp on the parcel was over a year ago. The building was split into three compartments. One being the small front office collection point, another being the large storage area and the last area to the back of the building was the staff room with two small couches and a shower adjacent. The compartments had 8ft high dividing walls but no roofs and walking along the the gantry allowed you to overlook the entire area with its narrow wooden access ladder descending into the collection point, but behind a door. My plan was to take the fishing rod when Bert and Connie were in the staff room so I placed all the boxes and crates along the gantry but next to the handrail overlooking the staff room to obscure their view of me. After two weeks of nerving out of taking the rod I now felt confident enough of their routine to sneak up to the gantry and retrieve my prize as I pretended to leave for lunch. As ever, Bert ordered me to take my time for lunch and locked the door between the collection point and the main storage area as I left. I waited a few minutes before opening the access door to the ladder and climbed up to the gantry. I crept along the gantry behind the boxes to the far end above the staff room where the rod was hidden. I held my breath as I picked up the parcel and listened intently as the adrenalin rushed in my veins and my heart pounded. Just as I was about to turn and leave I stopped in my tracks as I thought I heard Connie playfully say, Do not dare spunk on my face today or you will have had your last! I then heard them both laugh. Surely not? Surely my overexcited imagination? Surely? I turned and crept towards the crates and peered over into the staff room below. The two small couches had been pulled close together to just a few feet apart but facing each other. Next to each was Connie and Bert undressing as they hung their clothes over a chair and chatted casually about work. I could not believe what I was seeing as I crouched back down behind the boxes but I knew I had to stay and watch. I composed myself for a minute before peering over again and saw them face to face on opposite couches side on to me, but this time both totally naked. I was panting like a dog in the back of a car in July as I watched them slouched back facing each other on opposite couches. Connie had her legs wide open as she reclined with her knees bent and feet either side of Berts legs on the edge of his couch. Bert had his knees together and feet on the floor as he sat back wanking his average sized cock watching Connie rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. I honestly think I was suffering from a shock effect as this did not seem real. This could not be happening, could it? This was the seventies and pubes were not neatly trimmed like today. Connie was sporting a massive black triangular bush that even from my high vantage point was very obviously wet and matted. My mind was blown! She was so young and beautiful and her naked body was totally awesome! But he was a big fat smelly crude and vulgar man the same age as her Grandfather! What the hell was going on? By now I was popping up and down from behind the crates like a demented jack in the box. I was awestruck by her beautiful naked body but also in mental meltdown as to why she was doing this and showing this old man? I watched her tits jiggle to her wanking rhythm as she fingered her hole. She gasped and sighed as she stared at Berts wanking cock before whimpering out an orgasm. Connie got to her feet immediately after her orgasm and stood on his couch with her feet either side of his thighs. She stooped slightly to the sitting Bert before pushing her fanny in his face and pulling his head forward for him to lick pussy as he sat wanking. I was transfixed by her big bouncing tits as she shivered and tried not to lose her balance in her standing position. Connie had another quick orgasm as Bert tongued her pussy then climbed down and kneeled on the floor in front of him and squeezed her massive firm tits as she watched him wank faster and faster. Connie suddenly got to her feet and sat right back on the other couch and opened her legs wide and said to Bert, Do it on my pussy again! Bert stood over Connie and just as the tempo of his hand quickened Connie seemed to hold her pussy flaps open and Bert let out a grunt. Bert sprayed a very impressive load of spunk on Connie who was now fairly manic and animated as if she did not know what to do next. She was frantic as she smeared his spunk on to her pussy then rubbed it on her tits and sucked her fingers as she kept fingering her hole with the other hand. She was really noisy now too and shouted, Let me suck you! Connie lurched forward to Bert and sucked his sticky cock as she shouted, I love it, I am coming again oooh! I took my leave at this point and sneaked out ashen faced without the fishing rod. I was home in minutes and minus 3 loads of spunk by the time I returned to work still feeling perplexed and bewildered. The strange atmosphere that afternoon was obviously just my imagination as I pottered about the place reliving the mornings events. When I went into the staff room for a coffee later on the couches were back in there normal places and everything seemed so surreal. I noticed shower tray was wet and someone had obviously had a shower. I stayed late that day and organised the boxes and crates of my hide in the hope that if it ever happened again I would have an uninterrupted view without being discovered. I also made the point of having suitable clothing on from that day so that I could share in the pleasure albeit it a solo performance. Glad to say, I enjoyed many a viewing, sometimes as often as three times a week all that summer without being discovered. Mostly it was mutual masturbation and oral sex but within a week of Connie being married they had full sex and did so on almost every occasion thereafter in every position. They also used a big wax candle that stood in a holder in the staff room and Connie would lick the spunk from it after using it as an after sex dildo. That first time that I saw old Bert push his cock up Connie was almost as much a thrill for me as it was for him. I had always wanted to see her fucked and it was fabulous to watch them despite his age. I watched amazed that day as Connie flopped back after her fucking and rubbed the spunk from her used pussy all over her tits and face. Connie divorced many years later and it was fully 25 years when we were in our forties before I had the pleasure of having her for myself. We were together for many months before a failed reconciliation with her estranged husband but thankfully still manage a wee night now again for Birthdays and holidays. I never did tell but am tempted to. I never did take that fishing rod!