Moving to a new city can be a great chance to check out the local flavor. I was 65, retired, and spent my time cruising different places for mature women who hadn't experienced life to the fullest. They could be found anywhere, sitting alone in hotel bars, singletons in the finer restaurants, cruising the aisles of the late night supermarkets, or even, as I was to find, the local library.
This city had several libraries, big and small. Some stayed open late, until 10:00 p.m or so. And they were all filled with librarians. The ones I was interested in were the mature ones who had that look in their eye of maybe never having been with a man. Or having tried it in their youth and something didn't work out right.
I finally came across a small library in an affluent neighborhood, with three librarians on duty at any given time. The two I was interested in were working the later shift with a young girl. She was obviously a trainee and spent most of her time entering returned books into the computer. The other two ladies were in their late 50s.
They roamed as they pleased about the library, doing what needed to be done, but the evenings were slow.
One lady was about 5 feet tall, with naturally white hair already. She was cute as a button and under normal circumstances would have been happily married, with children and grandchildren, if some idiots hadn't passed her by. She was a little plump, especially her tits, but I liked some meat on my ladies. Her name was Grace, I discovered later.
The other lady, Sarah, was taller, about 5 feet 8 inches. She was obviously proud of her wavy brown hair, because she wore it long, old-style. She was slim with delicate hands, and her breasts were small, but still had a bit of perk in them.
After frequenting the library several times to check out good books, and good looks, I returned one evening to find Sally checking in books at the front desk and Sarah and Grace were back in the stacks, re-stacking books.
I decided to take a stroll around the premises, to see what promised.
I saw Grace down a long aisle, and, as I walked towards her, she turned and smiled, recognizing me, of course. I gave her my most dazzling grin and then just wrapped my arms around her and started kissing some lips that had been alone far too long.
Of course she struggled. She was a lady. But the struggles became weaker and weaker as she began to feel something she had lost or never found before. Her body was responding in ways she didn't quite understand. And it wasn't unpleasant at all, because I could feel her begin to respond, beginning to kiss back, and even pressing her plump little body against my hard, well-kept frame.
When I stopped kissing her, and looked into her eyes, I saw a tear forming. She was very moved and hungry for more, I could see. She took my hand and we went into a conference room that was just down the aisle. It had a small love seat in it along with a table and other furniture.
We sat in the love seat and began making out. She was so fucking hungry for affection she was cramming her tongue down my throat and rubbing my cock through my pants. It had worked again. These lonely older ladies often turned into ravishing vixens.
This was all new to her apparently. She had no idea how to proceed. I was glad to take charge. First, I gave her a peck on the lips, then I stood up and removed my clothes, while she stared at something she had never seen before. A raging hard on.
I would have loved a blow job right then, but I needed to get her in the mood, to excite and delight her, as she had never been by a man. I slowly took her dress off, then her over-flowing bra, then pulled her panties down. Surprisingly, they were decorated with little leprechauns. She was a little pixie in disguise.
I slowly laid her on the love seat, then moved her legs apart and began nuzzling between her ample thighs. She had obviously never shaven her pussy, but she was scrupulously clean, and smelled of lilac water. Her pussy matched her hair, white as snow, and already seeping out pussy juice.
I always begin with the clit, after first kissing and loving her sensitive thighs. Her clit was extended from its hood, so I licked it and she almost screamed, but managed to stifle it. Then I licked and licked and even gave it a little nip. She shuddered.
It was time for some serious pussy licking and sucking. I proceeded to suck out the juices she was producing, and licked over and around her labia, while she pressed her cunt into my face. She was loving this. She would love the next thing even more.
I gave her one last kiss on her pussy, then moved up over her, began sucking her huge tits, and placed my cock at the entrance of her cunt. Then, for the first time ever, she felt the head of a prick entering her pussy. And it was good. I could tell from the deep sigh she emitted and the smile that spread across her pixie face.
Now it was time to break the hymen. I have found this to be best done quickly. So I thrust my whole cock into her cunt, broke the hymen and kissed the squeal from her mouth. With that accomplished we could have a proper fuck. And we did. I rammed all six inches time and time again, and she responded by humping back. For her first time she came in the first few seconds. But that was not enough for me. I kept ramming, to the back of her pussy, and she kept cumming and cumming, oozing her juices out and covering her thighs with lovely pussy cum.
Finally, I shot a huge wad into her tired pussy, and she jerked as she felt it reach the back of her cunt.