Charley Ames watched with interest as a multitude of birds flocked around the sunflower seeds he had tossed in the grass. It wasn't anything unusual; he did this almost every day. But today the competition between the colorful flock seemed especially fierce. Winter was not that far away, and soon many of them would be heading south. He hated to see it, but time stops for no one, something he was painfully aware of.

At the ripe old age of 75, he knew his time was getting short as well. He was in decent health and all, but shit happens in a hurry at his age, and that fact was verified by the numerous funerals and memorials he seemed to be attending.

Charley lived alone; his wife of almost fifty years had been buried several years ago. As had many of his closest friends. He had been retired for several years, finally collecting his gold watch after decades of service in a large Fortune 500 company. He didn't miss the work, only the personnel.

But today was a beautiful day. The leaves were just thinking about turning into an array of fall colors, but the sun's heat was wonderful, even approaching uncomfortable. He had already removed his nylon jacket and was comfortable in his polo shirt and shorts, his usual summer attire. He threw out his last handful of seeds as a voice startled him.

"Excuse me! Is this seat taken?"

"Oh, hi! Of course not. Please have a seat. I'll move my jacket."

Standing there was a beautiful young woman dressed in jogging shorts and a zippered short-sleeve sweatshirt. She was perspiring slightly and out of breath.

"I'm trying to get in shape. This is my first day of training, but I'm afraid I need to take a breather. I'm not used to this quite yet, and I just twisted my ankle, I think."

She limped past him and sat on the opposite end of the bench. She tried to smile but winced in pain instead.

Charley's face showed his concern.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

Her apparent injury allowed him to feast his eyes on her. He tried not to stare, but she was attractive if a tiny bit overweight. She had a pretty face adorned with full lips, huge dark eyes, and shiny black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She also sported a huge set of breasts. Her bra was obviously stuffed and straining to hold them, and her nipples were clearly visible and protruded through the fabric. As she bent over to rub her sore ankle, her breasts impeded bending, and she struggled to reach the injury.

"I'm trying to lose a few pounds for a school reunion. I forgot how much I hate running, but it's a good way to burn calories. Unfortunately, I may have overdone it. But no worries. I'll be fine. I've seen you here before...haven't I? Feeding the birds? You're a regular, aren't you?"

"Yeah, beats watching the news. And the birds appreciate me as long as I have food. I admire your efforts to get in shape. I used to run, but age has caught up with me. Is there anything I can do to help your ankle? It looks like it's swelling."

"Oh, I'll be fine. Thanks anyway."

She stood to test it and cried out in pain when she placed her full weight on it.

"Do you have a phone? Could you call a taxi or Uber for me? I'm not sure I can make it home this way."

"No, but my condo is right there, across the park. I'll help you walk there, and we can put some ice on it and call for a ride. No trouble at all. I'm Charley, by the way."

After convincing her of his idea, Shawna introduced herself, and he helped her stand with her arm around his shoulders. Together they hobbled the short distance to his building and up the elevator to the ninth floor and his condo. Once inside, Charley deposited her on the couch and went into the kitchen for ice. When he returned, Shawna was sitting, smiling at the panoramic view of the ocean and city through his large view windows.

"Your place is amazing, Charley. What a view!"

"Thanks. Just relax and let this ice do the work for a while. Would you like something to drink?"

"Water would be nice, if you don't mind. Thank you so much."

Minutes later, Charley and Shawna were chatting away like old friends. He found out that she was only thirty and single. She was still looking for Mr. Wonderful, but most of the men she dated were immature and only wanted to fondle her.

"These magnets of mine are all that men can see in me. I'm not an astrophysicist, but I'm more than a pair of big boobs. I'm impressed that you're looking at my face and not these guys. No worries, though, if you want to stare. I'm used to it."

She giggled and hefted her large breasts in both hands. Her nipples seemed to harden and become even more prominent.

Charley reddened at her frankness.

"You do have large breasts, Shawna. It's hard not to notice them. But you also have a lovely face. I should be so lucky to run into you. Old guys like me are invisible to younger women like you."

"Not at all, Charley. I love older gentlemen. And you are very handsome, if you don't mind me saying. I discovered long ago that men your age know how to treat a lady most of the time. Chivalry seems to be dead with younger men anymore."

Charley found Shawna to be not only likable, but sincere and sweet. As they talked, both of them became more comfortable with each other. Before they knew it, the afternoon was nearly over, the ice long melted, and the ankle looking much better.

"Thanks, Charley. I'm feeling like I can walk again. I'd better be going. It's getting late."

"Shawna, I hope I'm not being too forward, but would you like to have dinner with me here? I'm quite a good cook, and I would love to share a meal if you can stay. I'm truly enjoying talking with you."

"I'd love that, if it's not too much trouble. You're very sweet, Charley."

"Just relax, and I'll get us a couple of glasses of wine. The lights are starting to come on in town. Isn't this beautiful?"

The panoramic view of the city lights and the boat lights twinkling was indeed a beautiful sight. Shawna sipped her wine and chatted with Charley as he worked on supper in the kitchen.

"Is pasta okay? I have a nice Chianti to try." Charley was doing his best to please, and it was not lost on his unexpected guest. She was relaxed with a wonderful Chardonnay, her ankle felt much better, and her newly discovered host was treating her like royalty.

What Charley didn't know was that Shawna had a thing for older men. Not that this meeting in the park was planned, but it was certainly a case of serendipity, and she was pinching herself. She had recently had an affair with a friend of her father who was in his mid-seventies, and she loved it. He had doted on her and appreciated her for more than her boobs. It didn't hurt that he knew some kinky tricks in bed and had a thick and long penis to go with it. She typically had to give him a blowjob to get him hard, but once he was there, he was good for a long time. She pictured his smiling face as he worked his big cock in her. Too bad about the stroke he had recently suffered. He was now convalescing in assisted living in another city.

She absent-mindedly unzipped her top a few more inches to show a nice bit of cleavage. If you've got it, flaunt it, she reasoned. She hadn't had sex for over a week, and her libido was on high alert. Charley was a nice, older specimen: thin with a slightly receding hairline, but handsome and sporting a nice goatee and beautiful blue eyes. He wasn't as tall as her previous lover, but the size of his hands and feet indicated promise in other body parts. Shawna was a keen observer of these things. And the drinks had loosened those primal urges.

Dinner was fabulous. Pasta primavera with asparagus, salad, and the aforementioned Chianti. With her share of two bottles of wine in her, Shawna was feeling no pain. After dinner, Charley brought out a tawny port in demitasse glasses and the evening was complete.

Well, almost.

Shawna hadn't had sex in over a week, but Charley hadn't had sex in over a year, not counting a few jerk-off sessions with the aid of a DVD that arrived in a plain brown wrapper. But now, in front of him sat the real thing, and she wasn't wearing a plain brown wrapper. As the evening progressed, the zipper was moving lower and lower until her bra was just peeking out and his imagination began working overtime.

Jesus, those are some big tits. What would it be like to plant my face in them?

Charley did his best not to stare at Shawna's obvious cleavage, but as the saying goes, "Resistance was futile." Fortunately for him, Shawna saved him by suddenly reaching over and kissing him with no warning.

The last person Charley had kissed was his younger sister at his wife's memorial. Not the same kind of kiss he was now experiencing, of course. This kiss was open-mouthed and sensual.

As their lips came together, tongues followed. In seconds, Charley felt Shawna pull him tightly to her, her breasts pressing into his chest like two fleshy pillows. The kiss lasted for a lengthy spell before she broke it off, breathing heavily.

"I've wanted to do that for the longest time. I hope you are not angry with me."

"Angry? I'm ecstatic. You just made me feel like a teenager. You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you, Shawna. Thank you for that. You made my day!"

"Then, come here, you!" She pulled him to her again, but this time she grabbed his hand forcefully and put it on her breast. "I'm betting you'll like this even more. Go ahead and feel my breasts. They love the attention."

So that is exactly what Charley Aimes did. He squeezed, fondled, and kissed those magnificent orbs for several seconds before Shawna gently pushed him away, unzipped her top, and slipped it off. With that out of the way, her bra was now the only thing between his face and Valhalla, and it didn't take long before that article of apparel was gone. Shawna's tanned, milk-chocolate skin contrasted nicely with the angelic, white EE cups of her special order bra. And then, there they were. Two magnificent mounds, ready for the taking. Her huge breasts dwarfed his hands as he fondled and worshipped them.

"My nipples are very sensitive. I love to have them suckled. It sends a tingle from my brain to other parts of my body. I'll let you guess where that may be."

Charley was too busy for small talk other than a few praises regarding how beautiful and soft her tits were. He alternated between kisses there and on her full lips, now fully turned on beyond any time he could remember. They continued this way for several minutes, smothering each other with kisses and moans. But in time, he did what came instinctively. He went down on her.

After working his lips slowly down her body until he reached her belly button and her waistline, together, they slipped off her shorts first, revealing a tiny pair of white panties. Charley nibbled on them in all the right places, finding familiar bumps and crevices through the thin material. But soon, that final barrier had to go, and Shawna reached down and slipped them to her knees before Charley removed them completely. Her bare pussy stared at him, a drop of moisture forming between her labia.

Charley wasted no time. He wrapped his arms under Shawna's knees and spread her legs wide. With his tongue, he speared her labia and tasted her sweet nectar before gently sucking and tugging on her clitoris with his lips. Shawna's eyes rolled back in her head, and she twisted and tweaked her nipples between thumbs and pointer fingers, stretching them from her pliant mounds.

She craned her neck to watch as her newfound lover's slurping sounds signaled how wet she was.

"Oh, fuck, Honey. Yes. I love that. You are eating me so good. I get really wet, don't I? Fuck, Charley. Right there, Sweetie. I'm going to cum soon. Your tongue feels so good. Please, don't stop."

Shawna's moaning was music to his ears. Pleasing this young, buxom beauty was all he cared about at the moment, and from the sound of it, he hadn't lost his touch. Memories of his wife erupting to his cunnilingus filled his mind briefly, but then he felt two hands grip his head and pull his face tightly to Shawna's cunt.

"Oh...my...god...yes, Honey. I'm cumming, Baby. Yes, yes, yes. Jeeesssuus."

Shawna's body jerked spasmodically, and Charley's face was flooded with her juices. But he wasn't quite done. He pressed her thighs back as far as they would go and inserted his tongue as deep as possible into her pussy and then slid his forefinger into her little brown star. Her tight sphincter, wet with her juices and lubrication from his tongue, opened up and accepted it until it was buried.

"Oh my fucking god," was all he heard, and then a guttural scream accompanied huge jerking motions before she finally begged him to stop.

"Oh, fuck. No more, please."

Her body slowly settled back to normal except for her breathing.

"I feel like I've been rode hard and put away wet. Oh, Honey. Thank you for that. But give me a few minutes, and then I'm going to suck your cock as you've never seen before. But first we need to level the playing field. I'm naked, and you're not, so get out of those duds, dude."

Charley followed orders, and in seconds, he was standing next to her on the couch with his cock swollen but still dangling toward the floor.

"Nice cock, there, mister. Let me see if I can make it even bigger." She grabbed him by the shaft and pulled him toward her mouth. Charley's abs tightened as he watched her place her full lips around his bulbous crown and inhale half of it, hollowing her cheeks and sliding her tongue around the helmet. She repeated this several times before removing her mouth and smiling.

"That's just a taste of what is to come, so to speak. But first, just lie here with me a while, and I'll whisper dirty thoughts into your ear about what I'm going to do to you."

And she did. They lay there wrapped in each other's arms as she slowly stroked his cock and whispered explicitly what he could expect in the next hour or so. The blowjob was not necessary anymore, but she gave him one anyway.

At one point, Charley actually fell asleep. He dreamed he had a harem of willing wives, all vying for his attention. But when he woke up and saw only Shawna, he wasn't disappointed.

She was kneeling over him, sucking his dick, and she had not lied. She was a pro.

Her mouth and her hands worked in unison, sucking and stroking his now rigid cock. Periodically she would press her lips down his shaft all the way to his stomach, his cock completely buried in her mouth and throat. Heavy strands of saliva clung to her hands and lips as she fellated him.

Charley watched in amazement as Shawna worked on him, her full breasts pressed to his thighs. Every time he felt like he was going to cum, she intuitively gripped the base of his cock tightly and squeezed until the feeling subsided.

Finally, she looked up and smiled.

"My turn to ride you. Hope you don't mind, but I love to be in charge."

And she was.

Smiling, Shawna faced Charley and straddled him. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his rigid cock and slid it back and forth between her labia. Charley watched in amazement as her pussy lips partially wrapped themselves around his fat knob, and then she stopped and settled her ass an inch or two more so that the plum-sized helmet began to disappear in that moist hole.

"Oh, yes. God, that feels good. Do you like the feel of my pussy on your old cock? Hmm? It doesn't feel so old to me. You feel like a teenager again, don't you? Your big cock in my light pussy. You dirty old man."

Shawna giggled as she slowly slid her ass down until her ass was resting on Charley's thighs.

"Oh, Sweetie. You feel so good in me. This is what I've been waiting for. You have a wonderful cock, Charley. Big and thick. God, you are so deep. I love it."

Charley had never thought his cock was huge, but this buxom thirty-year-old was making a believer out of him. She seemed to be loving every second of their fucking. Her huge smile was occasionally exchanged for a look of deep concentration as she moved her ass back and forth and in tight circles. Occasionally she placed her hands behind her head, elbows out, and thrust her chest out so her huge tits jutted impossibly from her chest. Her large nipples jiggled with each stroke and Charley reached up to steady them and pinch them.

"You love my big tits, don't you?" Shawna bent over and dangled them in reach of his mouth. She placed her lips by his ear and whispered.

"Wouldn't you love to suck on these babies all the time? You fuck me so good, Charley, that when we are through I'm giving you my cell number. Anytime you need me, I'll come running if I can. Mmm, yes, right there. Oh, you nasty boy. You've got your finger in my little asshole once again. Can you feel your cock sliding in and out of me? God, you are a nasty man, aren't you? And I love it."

Between Shawna's ass gyrations on his cock and her dirty whisperings in his ear, Charley knew he couldn't last long. His balls were painfully full, and he was about to blow a huge wad, something that hadn't happened in recent memory. Shawna sensed it, too, and she reached back and fondled his balls as they slapped against her ample ass.

"I can't hold it much longer. Sorry, Shawna."

"Oh, Honey. No! I WANT you to cum in me. Go ahead, Baby. Give me all that sweet cum. Fill my cunt, Honey. It's safe. I'm on birth control."

When he heard her use the word cunt, the trigger was pulled. The first squirt was a warning shot alerting her, and Shawna doubled her efforts, squeezing him as tightly as she could as she reached back and squeezed his nutsack in unison with their strokes.

The explosion was like nothing Charley had ever felt. His balls erupted and shot streams of ropey cum deep into Shawna's pussy. Shawna was all smiles as she felt his fire hose go off inside her cunt. She continued to swivel her ass and squeeze his cock tightly until she felt it begin to soften.

"Mmm, that was delicious, Charley. I think you needed that as much as I did. This feels like the start of something good."

Charley's smile lit up the room.

"Indeed."

Suddenly, the future seemed brighter.