At seventy, I’ve found myself out in the bull paddock for several years. Much to my surprise, the horniness has not seemed to decrease with age. – I’m grateful that everything still works, albeit differently than when I was thirty.

A couple of weeks ago I re-joined an adult web site that I had given up on a few years ago. I wanted to see if much had changed and had a slim hope that someone local wanting the same sort of arrangement as me might materialise.

While batting away the fakes and scammers, one or two messages did have the ring of authenticity. One such message was from a local couple. Not really being into the couple thing, I did inquire which of the two I was talking to. I was promptly sent some female anatomical pictures and the style of comments made me pretty sure it was the female. – Turns out it wasn’t really a couple, and as she assured me, her husband didn’t know what she was up to.

Seems her gig was that she liked “teasing older men” and had done it before. The deal was this.. She would get her husband to take them for drinks at a pub that was usually pretty quiet on the chosen day. My part was to position myself opposite her at a table and be teased. There were several conditions. - No speaking to her while hubby was there, no pictures, and be alone. Oh, and then this message.. “Would also be quite exciting if you had a jacket or something placed over your lap and you showed me something - Hmmm that would be yummy. “ A later one said “Are you brave and can be naughty?”

Of course, I had often been teased unintentionally (I think,) with the stolen glimpses down a loose top or up a skirt, but had never contemplated anything so deliberate, especially where I was to be a participant! However, the idea intrigued me. Having swapped email addresses to communicate I told her I would be there. She assured me her husband knew nothing about this and was certainly not in on it

My casual dress included a light sleeveless jacket and going commando in a loose-fitting pair of pants. I did contemplate that should I decide to show, the zipper in men’s pants doesn’t really go far enough. - Obviously not designed for this sort of activity!

I arrived at a semi-rural pub about an hour out of town. It was true, there were not many people there, but it was difficult to check out the various rooms etc without looking conspicuous. Not being a local was conspicuous enough as it was. I got myself a drink, had a look around, could not find them so sat in the sports bar and emailed. A reply came back saying they were on one of the outside decks. I picked up my drink, went for a wander and found them.

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They are sitting at the end of the deck in a secluded corner, she sits facing outward along the empty deck while he is opposite her facing the greenery at the end. I choose a table about four meters away and sit facing them. I have come armed with a drink and a book to read.

She is a very attractive slim woman in her mid-forties, and he a larger, older guy, who as she predicted is on his phone most of the time he is at the table. They both look as I arrive, but there is no interest after I sit and open my book. - At least not from him!
As I’m sitting under an outdoor heater I take of my jacket and lay it across one leg and into my lap.

A few seconds after settling I look up and our eyes meet in recognition. She’s wearing a short jacket skirt and positions herself so as to give me a clear view up it as she spreads her legs.

They are very nice legs, with black thigh high stockings that display that nice section of smooth inner thigh leading up to some thin delicate panties drawn tight over her pussy. Even with the panties in place there is not much left to the imagination. She nonchalantly drinks her wine and chats to her husband while opening her legs as wide as the skirt will allow.

As we are the only people on the deck, I decide... why not? - and slipping my hand under the jacket manage to get the zip down and arrange the bagginess of the trousers in such a way as to enable me to get as much of my tackle out as possible.

With judicious use of the book and the jacket I move them away to “show her something” as she had asked. The momentary look on her face registers the fact that she had seen. She opens her legs wider and lets her hand brush that sensitive inner thigh. Then she is on her phone.. An email arrives…. “that’s brave.”

A few minutes later she excuses herself and heads inside. I smile as she passes and am pretty sure what is going on. Sure enough, when she returns and resumes her seat, the panties are gone. We spent the next few minutes exposing ourselves to each other while trying to be casual. – drinking wine, keeping a lookout, reading a moving book and juggling a jacket.

Hubby is dispatched for more drinks. We are alone on the deck. Our eyes meet and we smile. She hikes her skirt up even higher, runs a long finger down between her pussy lips, then lifts it to her mouth and tastes herself. Not being exactly comfortable in the situation, and having a mind if its own, a half inflated flaccid cock seems the best that is going to happen. But, it still seems to be appreciated... Hubby comes back. – Jackets, skirts and books are moved before he walks through the doors, and attention once again goes to phones and emails. “so, If I sucked it, I’m sure I could make it go hard.” “No doubt” I replied.

Frustrated by the short zipper, I undo my belt and the waistband button of my pants. All under the jacket of course…. Then as I take in the beauty of the view she is giving me, my jacket and book move wide giving her an even better view of me. All this behind hubby’s back. Another email… “Nice view, - I told you he knew nothing about it.”

Hubby goes off for something else, and both of us, while still keeping a careful lookout engage in a fairly brave display as we masturbate together without saying a word… Me playing with a cock that is reluctant to get totally hard, and her fingering and rubbing a very wet and slippery pussy, then licking the stickiness from her finger. Hubby looms in the distance, and all is covered by the time he reaches the doors and emerges out onto the deck.


Looking around innocently, I see it.. right above her head. A surveillance camera looking right at me.. I decide to leave while the going is good. Button up, belt up, zip up, put my jacket back on, blow her a kiss as I walk back though through the doors.- Through the pub and out to my car.
I’m clutching the book I haven’t really read a page of. I email her and tell her why I left.

The reply says.. “I wanted to suck your cock. Shouldn’t have left”