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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Story.
I find mature ladies attractive and I have a bit of a fetish for stockings and the more traditional type of underwear. I’m not quite sure when this preference developed but I remember vividly an incident 20 years ago when I was working in a factory.
A large group of us were gathered round looking at a porn magazine. This was back in the days when guys looked at their porn in mags and not on the internet. There was a little crowd and people were craning their necks to see the pics, and making all sorts of appreciative lewd comments. This particular magazine was a hardcore continental mag and there were a collection young glam pornstar types who were (in modern parlance) variously sucking & fucking for all they were worth. I was a little shy but enjoying the pics too. However, when the next page was turned it revealed a plus size mature lady probably in her late 50’s and overflowing out of her large pants, corset and bra. Over the next few pages she was royally and outrageously pleasured to by 2 guys in paint-spattered overalls. There were hoots of derision and laughter from the others in the group – the consensus being: “Whats that old granny doing in a porno mag?”
I, on the other hand, was strangely quiet. I was in a huge state of arousal and desperately trying not to let the others see it. My heart was pounding, I felt embarrassment and my face was burning. I was gripped by desire for that lady. I wanted to be one of those two guys on the page with her. I wanted to be the one squeezing & sucking her breasts, and pinching and pulling her nipples. I wanted to be the one undoing her suspenders, and pulling off her brown stockings with my teeth. I longed to be the one gently sliding my finger into her bum whilst licking her pussy and clit. I ached to be the one pushing that large black dildo deep into her pussy and then licking her sticky juices off it before kissing her. Finally, I wanted it to be my cock she was firmly squeezing whist expertly licking its tip, and so-o-o-o I wished it were my cum all over her tongue and dripping down her chin onto her boobs.
Unluckily for me several of the other lads spotted my flustered state and read my thoughts. For many months I was ‘Granny-Fucker’. Little pictures of old ladies taken from Woman’s Weekly, knitting magazines, and women’s catalogues would appear on my workbench and taped to my machine and locker. Whenever one of the more matronly ladies from the offices walked through the shop floor, there’d be whistles and cat calls in my direction “Oi Tim – here’s a nice one for ya!” I had all sorts of pranks played on my in the 19 years I worked there. The Granny thing was embarrassed me for a short while, but I came to enjoy the black humour and the banter of the factory - which was all meant in fun. I certainly couldn’t deny that I fancied the more mature ladies! I now have different job. I have highly qualified professional colleagues, more interesting work, a nice canteen, and better pay and conditions,and even a share bonus scheme, but I don’t half miss all my old colleagues and the fun riotous larks of the factory.
PS. I still fancy the mature and cuddly ladies LOL.
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