Steve Prentice was aged twenty-five, and he was currently in quite a long queue to be served in the local post office. He was not in an exceptional hurry, but neither did he plan to spend a big chunk of his morning standing in a queue. The queue suddenly got more interesting for him when his eyes moved down to the backside of the woman in front of him. She was a well-built lady and judging by her hair colour and her clothing, she was not young, but what Steve was fascinated by was her arse.
The woman had a wide and rounded-looking bottom, and it was being put on view to its best advantage by the tight grey skirt that enclosed it. Steve, who was unmarried, had a liking for ladies' bottoms of all ages, and the one in front of him in the queue was causing his penis to stiffen in his jeans. As customers got served, Steve, and therefore the woman, got nearer the front.
It got to the stage that the person in front of the woman was being served, and the woman noticed in the reflection in the glass between the customers and the cashier that there was a young man behind her. Not only was he behind her, but he appeared to have his eyes fixed on something at a lower level, which the woman deduced to be her bottom.
The woman was named Gabrielle Harrington, and she was aged sixty, although she looked several years less than that. A smirk crossed her face because the young man seemed to be quite good-looking, and in the last few years, Gabrielle had developed a passion for good-looking young men, especially if they had a large penis.
Gabrielle was lost in her thoughts and did not notice that the person in front had completed their transaction and had departed. "Next please," said the lady behind the counter.
"Oh I am so sorry, I was miles away," said Gabrielle to the cashier.
"No problem, madam, sorry that you have had to wait so long; we are short-staffed today," responded the cashier.
Gabrielle told the cashier what she wanted and, as she was preparing that, Gabrielle again looked at the reflection in the glass. That confirmed two things to her; the young man was indeed good-looking and he was indeed looking at her bottom. She decided to liven things up a bit and put her elbows on the counter, which caused her backside to be thrust backwards slightly. She then crossed one ankle over the other, which she knew would further emphasise the roundness of her bottom inside her tight skirt.
Steve's cock had hardened to full erection in the time that he had been focusing on the woman's arse, and her movements at the counter did nothing to reduce his stiffness. The woman's transaction was duly completed, and, with one more look at the young man's reflection, she left the post office but with the intention of speaking to the young man when his business was completed.
Without the distraction of the woman's bottom, Steve got his mind back on the transaction that he was in the post office to do, but that vision would be in his head for a while. He concluded that unless he got lucky with a lady, which he often did, he would wank thinking about that arse at home in the evening. The hardness of his cock diminished whilst he got his transaction done, and he then left the post office.
When he got outside, he came face to face with a woman who, in hair colouring, build and clothing, was identical to the woman from inside, so it was a fair assumption that she was the woman from inside. She was older than he had suspected but she was extremely attractive. His penis started to stiffen again.
"Were you looking at my bottom in there, young man?" the woman asked, going straight to the point.
The question stunned Steve, but he was quite a confident man, so he did not attempt to deny it. "Yes I was, actually. It seems to be an amazing bottom," replied Steve, and he had the confidence to keep his eyes locked on the woman's eyes.
Gabrielle did not lack confidence either, and she held eye contact. "I will take that as a compliment; does your wife have an amazing bottom?" retorted Gabrielle.
"I do not have a wife; do you have a husband?" said Steve, continuing the sparring.
"In name only, not for anything else," replied Gabrielle, and Steve quickly deduced what she meant by that, and his cock was again close to full hardness.
"Do you have anyone else for the, um, anything else?" asked Steve, believing that he was in with an excellent chance of shagging this woman.
Gabrielle liked her lovers to have confidence and this young man seemed to ooze it. "Several, but not all at once," smirked Gabrielle.
"Can I buy you a drink?" asked Steve, who Gabrielle was finding very attractive.
"Not until you tell me your name, young man," said Gabrielle, still with the smirk that Steve was finding incredibly exciting.
"Steve. Can I ask your name?" replied Steve gallantly.
"Gabrielle, but my lovers tend to call me Gaby," replied the woman with her eyes now off Steve's and on the bulge in his jeans.
"Well Gaby, let's get a drink," smiled Steve and that smile, together with the bulge in his trousers, had Gabrielle close to cumming in her knickers.
"They have a rather nice bar in the hotel over the road," said Steve as Gabrielle's mind was working on exactly where she was going to bed this young man.
"They also have rather nice bedrooms," smiled Gaby before adding. "But that can wait until another time," as she smirked and licked her lips. Now it was Steve that was close to staining his underwear.
They were both dying for a fuck, so Steve had another suggestion. "We could, of course, go to my house; it is not far away," he said.
"Not far away sounds good; my home is out of town," said Gabrielle, who was longing to get her lips on Steve's and her hand on his cock.
"It is just a short walk, along the riverside," said Steve.
"I imagine that you would like me to walk in front," smiled Gaby.
"That would be nice; we can go down this side-road," said Steve indicating the short road that led to the river.
"That is convenient; I have my car parked down here, so I will put this in it," said Gabrielle, indicating the shopping bag that she was carrying.
"You are not likely to be back for a while, and there are parking restrictions down here," warned Steve.
"Not where I park. I own the florists and I park behind there," announced Gaby.
Steve watched her bend over, more than necessary, as she put the bag in the boot of a Jaguar. "You could drive to my house if you wish," volunteered Steve, who was getting anxious to get naked with this woman.
"No, a walk beside the river is fine," smiled Gaby, who now had just a shoulder bag in which she put her car keys.
Gabrielle turned and put a deliberate sway on as she walked, with Steve a few paces behind. "I am going to give you such a fucking," Steve said to the woman that he had only met just minutes before.
"Yes, I imagine that you are," smiled Gaby back over her shoulder.
So a sixty-year-old woman and a twenty-five-year-old man, although neither knew exactly the other's age, were heading for the young man's home to fuck, even though they had not yet actually touched.
A short distance along the river, Steve informed Gabrielle that they had reached their destination. "Just through this gate on the left, Gaby," said Steve, indicating a gate that led to some steps and then a smart-looking house.
"This is yours?" asked Gabrielle in almost disbelief, although the house which she and her husband shared was also very impressive.
"Yes, well, my parents own it, actually, but they spend most of their time abroad," said Steve.
Steve opened the gate for Gabrielle. "I suppose you want me to lead the way up those steps too?" smiled Gabrielle.
"Yes please," replied Steve, who knew that he would be seeing that arse bare very soon.
Steve watched her buttocks ascend the twelve steps, and then he unlocked the back door to the property. The front door was at the end of a short driveway off the main road.
With the door closed, the couple touched for the first time, and hands roamed and lips met. The kiss was long and deep and sensual, and when it finally finished, Gabrielle complimented Steve. "Mmm, if you fuck as well as you kiss, I am in for a fun time," she said with her eyes ablaze.
"I get few complaints and a lot of compliments," replied Steve, who had great confidence in his abilities to pleasure a woman.
"So do I get to see your bedroom?" Gaby pouted.
"Yes, but I want your skirt off first, please," said Steve.
"Okay, but I want your jeans off," replied Gabrielle.
"Be my guest," said Steve, holding his arms out to the side and giving Gaby access to his jeans.
Gabrielle moved in close, and they had another kiss before she undid his belt and his jeans. She smirked at him before sinking to her knees and dragging his jeans down as she went. His underpants were stretched at the front by a bigger than average looking penis.
"Is that for me?" asked Gaby as she gently stroked his cock through the material before Steve stepped out of his jeans.
"It certainly is, but now I need to see what you are offering me," replied Steve.
Gabrielle stood and spread her arms as Steve had done, giving him access to her skirt. "Turn around please," said Steve. They were both highly aroused but were both enjoying the delaying of the sex.
"Oh, you want to see my arse first," smiled Gaby as she turned her back on Steve.
"Yes, well, it was what attracted me," said Steve, who ran a hand over Gabrielle's backside before unclasping and unzipping her skirt and having it drop to the floor. Before his eyes was her large but shapely bottom in black knickers.