1. Justin Time


    Date: 3/31/2016, Categories: Mature, Sex Humor, Author: Helena-Handbasket, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Justin time [part 1 of 2] By: Helena Handbasket I'm divorced, 48, a redhead and curvy. This is my first story, I hope you like it. As time goes on I will take you on my many fantasies, but this one is true. Episode one - the DIY Store. You may call this a Hardware Store. I am meaning a shop that sells paint, plaster, tools etc for jobs around the home and garden. I needed some paint to repaint my front door. There was little chance I would ever actually paint it, but on this particular day I had started out with the best of intentions. Not that I was exactly dressed for DIY. Not THAT sort of DIY anyway. I have recently lost a lot of weight and I am enjoying my new body. Or my old body I suppose. I'm a big 38c, and they look even bigger, well to me anyway, as the rest of me is now smaller. My waist is good. My arse is quite big I think, but nice - so I dared a g string, and some leggings. My tits were in a tight little lycra top with no bra so they were jiggling a bit. I tend to sc**** my hair back and wear glasses when I am NOT on the pull, but this day I had my lush dark - auburn hair all unfettered, and my contact lenses in so I could at least find the paint aisle. I was bending over peering at the paint colours. Red Carpet .. Scooter Red ...Sticky fingers - they all looked the same to me. I don't know how it is that you know when you are being watched ? The store was pretty deserted and yet I swear I felt eyes on my arse. It's big , curvy, eye-catching. Why NOT look at ...
    it? Then I heard the squeak of trainer soles on the floor. I looked back and this HUNK was sooooo not looking at my arse. Trouble was he was looking at the ceiling, and there was as sure as hell nothing interesting up there. He'd got some grout and stuff in his basket, and a whole lot of WOOD down his tracksuit bottoms. He was well hard, and he didn't look like he'd got any underwear on ! I was quietly fascinated by this swaying erection as it passed me by, his basket held hopelessly in front of it. He'd need more than some grout to hide that little lot. A roll of wallpaper perhaps. I checked out his arse as he went past. Yum. And I'd got a wet little hard on of my own now. I hadn't seen the guy's face yet. His arms looked like they could tie knots in girders. Lordy. But he was, I estimated 22-25 years old, so I was old enough to be his mum. I felt he must have just spotted my arse, had a good look, got all hard ( how flattering ;-) ) and then when he saw me he probably was very disappointed, at least by my age. Anyway he was behind me in the checkout queue. Beyond the doors were some big mirrors waiting loading. I could see the lower half of him in them. Much as he was still trying to hide it, he still had a right hard on. My gay best friend says the more you think about (trying to will it to go down) it the worse it gets. Must be right. The girl on the check out was checking it out as well. Chloe her name badge said, and she was GORGEOUS. This made it even worse I guess, ...
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