HER FACELIFT, HIS UPLIFT
Written by EroticWriter
A housewife decided to have a facelift for her birthday. Her husband, of course, was reluctant to spend that kind of money on something that might not really work but he finally gave his consent. She spent $5,000.00 and after a few days she felt pretty good about the results.
Her husband has told her that there is a noticeable improvement but she needs to hear it from someone who is not personally involved. She decides to test a few people to see how she looks to them. She takes a bus downtown and feels her confidence being boosted when she notices that even the younger men steal glances her way when they don't think she is looking. She does some window-shopping and again notices that more men seem to be staring at her than before she had the face lift.
On her way home she stops at a newsstand to buy a paper. She has to ask someone just to be sure. Before leaving she asks the sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"Well, a gentleman is not supposed to guess a woman's age, but since you are asking, I'd say about 32, " the clerk replies. "I'm actually 47," the woman said happily.
A little while later she went into MacDonald's and asked the counter girl the same question. The counter girl replied, "I'd guess about 29". The woman replied, "Nope, I am 47." Now she is feeling really good about herself.
While waiting for the bus home, she asked an older man the same question. He replied, "Well, miss, I'm 73 and my eyesight is going so I can't see you real well. When I was young, however, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. I never missed."
She waited for him to tell her the rest. He just looked at her, and finally she said, "Well, go ahead and tell me, I'm curious. I don't think you can do it."
"Well, I'll tell you miss, now that you ask; if you want me to prove it you need to let me feel your breasts and put my other hand inside your panties. If you do that, I can tell exactly how old you are."
At first she is shocked by his boldness, but as she looks at him, he looks so frail, so kindly, that surely he couldn't just be some kind of old pervert. "You must be kidding. How could you tell by doing that?"
"It's the truth ma'am. I used to have that ability, and I believe that I still have it. There's only one way to find out."
The woman had gotten her breasts lifted just the year before, and they stood up proudly. She had been pumped up by the soft gel method and figured that he would not be able to tell from feeling them. If anything, her breasts would make her appear much younger. But his hand in her panties? How could he possibly know from that?
They waited in silence on the empty street until curiosity got the best of the woman. She has not been touched intimately by any man other than her husband. Never in her 25 years of marriage has she cheated. She looked at the old man. He seemed harmless enough, so she finally said, "What the hell, go ahead".
The old man steps close to her and slips one hand inside her blouse and under her bra while his other hand goes up under her skirt and down inside her panties. As he begins to feel around she can feel his hand trembling as he begins caressing her pubic hair with a gentle touch.
"Can you tell me how old I am now?" she asks after only a few seconds go by. She is suddenly feeling very embarrassed about this.
"Not yet. It has been a while since I have guessed a woman's age this way so I need a little more time."
Her face turns bright red as he explores her forbidden to all except her husband body parts. What in the world could I have been thinking of by letting this stranger fondle me in such an intimate manner? But, he is already there, under my brassiere and inside my panties. Stopping him now after going this far would be pointless. Best to follow through, she decides, and see if he really can guess my age.
The fingers of one hand are gently squeezing her erect nipple, and as he is speaking to her he runs one of his fingers smoothly down through her slit without penetrating inside. Then as his finger slides up again it dips a little deeper into her slit but still does not completely penetrate her hole. Finally, his finger lodges on top of her clitoris and remains there. This feels good and she places her feet further apart to give him even better access.
A full minute goes by while he fondles her breasts and teases her nipples with one hand while his other hand rubs her clitoris. She starts to ask him again if he can guess her age now and changes her mind. Her pussy is really beginning to lubricate as he inserts first one and then two fingers deeply into her dripping vagina.
'Oh gosh, he's inside me!'
He is stretching her and she moans softly and her eyes close. She sways slightly, losing her balance, and she reaches out with one hand and steadies herself by holding on to his shoulder as he in effect fucks her with his fingers. She could reach a pretty good orgasm this way if she let this go on long enough, but there's probably no time, and this place is kind of public. She opens her eyes to make sure that they are still alone. Seeing no one, she closes her eyes again.
She's panting when she finally says, "Oh...Okay, Aah... Okay, how...how old am I?"
"Do you want me to remove my hands first?"
"I...yes, take them out now. You've had enough time."
He grins at her and says, "I have, but what about you? Have YOU had enough time?" As he speaks with a hint of laughter in his voice, he continues to fuck her pussy with two fingers. His hand moves faster, plunging in and out of her.
She can no longer resist satisfying her curiosity as she reaches between his legs and takes a feel. For 73 years of age, he is erect, very, very erect!
"Rub it for a minute. Get a good feel."
She does, placing her fingers on each side of what feels like a plump penis and starts running her hand up and down to test the length. What a nice cock he seems to have! Only a few moments pass before she suddenly begins to groan and almost falls over as she reaches a powerful orgasm. He continues to stroke deeply into her with one hand while using his left hand to cup her breast and help steady her.
When her orgasm is finished and she has regained normal breathing, he slowly removes his fingers, causing her to let out a little moan. Then he casually rubs the slippery fingers of his right hand together, lifts them and takes a taste.
With a big smile, he says, "I know for sure now. You are 47."
Stunned, the woman opens her eyes and as she sees his tongue still on his fingers, she says, "That is amazing. How do you know?".
The old man replies, "I was behind you in MacDonald's."
There is a long silence as she reddens in the face and her emotions go from shock to anger and then shame at having been duped like this. Before she can say anything, he has taken her by the hand and started leading her down the street.
“Wait, where are we going,” she asks, but her feet willingly continue to follow along.
“I'm taking you home with me,” he says while smiling into her eyes and in that moment, warming her up to him.
“How far is that?”
“Just across from the mall,” he responds.
“Oh, those new condominiums. I have seen those featured in the paper when they were being built. And you own one?”
“Yes ma'am, and here we are.”
With that, he lead her into an all glass lobby and to an elevator. Without another word being spoken, they had ridden up three floors and were walking down a hallway. “It's right here.” he said as he pointed a card at the door and it opened automatically.
They were inside, and once she had taken in the modern décor and the wonderful views out of the windows from two sides of the building while he watched her, she asked. “What now?
The next hour was maybe one of the most exciting she had known as he tenderly made love to her with equipment that she had only heard about, read about in books, or seen on the internet. Now it was hers to be enjoyed. Not perhaps the largest out there, but close, and she had never had the largest, or close.
But what amazed her the most was how loving and tender he seemed to be, this 'old' man who apparently, was not so old. He took her once, and then once again, and each time she begged for more. He seemed to have brought out the animal in her, something that was lacking at home.
But they had not kissed. This wonderful man had tricked her, then seduced her without hardly speaking a word, and then he had made fantastic love to her, but he had never tried to kiss her. Instead he seemed to be keeping his head away, even when he was having an intense orgasm and blasting his hot load into her warm and receptive pussy.
But yes, he had brought out the animal in her as she mounted him, this time wanting to be in charge, and he never felt challenged or threatened by this, for he was secure in his 'manhood.'
Then, as she went deep and took him full length while on top, she moved her lips to his, and he responded. His kisses were wonderful too, and they lasted for most of the time she was riding him, all the way through her two orgasms. He did not seem to be concerned about his own orgasm, and she let it ride as he let her ride.
“You kiss so wonderfully,” she breathed in his ear after she had stopped to rest and catch her breath. “How's come you never kissed me while you were making love to me?”
“I was keeping it strictly physical. You have those rings, and I did not want this to play with your head.”
She sighed. “But it already has played with my head. You've been inside my body, and now you're in my head.”
“You want it that way?”
“Yes.”
And then, for no reason, it seemed, she began sobbing. And he held her close and allowed her this little cry she apparently, needed. Then it was over as she opened her eyes, and smiling as tears continued to run down her cheeks, she kissed him passionately.
Now they were lying side-by-side naked and cuddling. She had turned on her side to face him and was running her fingers over his face, and each time she would come near his lips, he would reach out wth his mouth and suck her finger.
She giggled. “Is that what you want me to do to you?”
“Only if you want to,” he replied with a smile.
“Oh, I want to, very much!”
She had felt it with her hand, she had felt it in her vagina, and now she wanted to study it close up before placing it into her mouth. She slid down while still lying beside him and took his penis into two hands. Even with two hands on the shaft, there was still an entire head left over.
He was watching her hands love on his thick cock, and he was staring at her rather large wedding bands. But he felt no need to ask. She was here on her own volition and the way it was looking, was happy to be here, The rest was up to her.
“Are you really 73,” she asked? “You don't seem to have any problem getting or maintaining an erection. And what an erection it is!”
“To be honest. I've taken some blue pills in the past two years or so, but not today.”
She frowned as she placed her mouth experimentally over that fat knob, testing to see if she could fit down over it. She could, but if she had to keep stretching her mouth open for long it would get tired.
Then she pulled her mouth off. “Blue pill? Do you mean as in Viagra?”
“Yes, but like I said, not today.”
“And that is because....?”
“You baby, you. In the same way you've managed to make people think you are much younger than your real age, you have turned me into a young man again.”
“You like?”
“Very much.”
“You free, no attachments?”
“No attachments, not at the moment.”
“Want to keep this going?”
He smiled and lightly pushed her head down over his erect penis. “I thought you'd never ask.”
Written by EroticWriter
A housewife decided to have a facelift for her birthday. Her husband, of course, was reluctant to spend that kind of money on something that might not really work but he finally gave his consent. She spent $5,000.00 and after a few days she felt pretty good about the results.
Her husband has told her that there is a noticeable improvement but she needs to hear it from someone who is not personally involved. She decides to test a few people to see how she looks to them. She takes a bus downtown and feels her confidence being boosted when she notices that even the younger men steal glances her way when they don't think she is looking. She does some window-shopping and again notices that more men seem to be staring at her than before she had the face lift.
On her way home she stops at a newsstand to buy a paper. She has to ask someone just to be sure. Before leaving she asks the sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"Well, a gentleman is not supposed to guess a woman's age, but since you are asking, I'd say about 32, " the clerk replies. "I'm actually 47," the woman said happily.
A little while later she went into MacDonald's and asked the counter girl the same question. The counter girl replied, "I'd guess about 29". The woman replied, "Nope, I am 47." Now she is feeling really good about herself.
While waiting for the bus home, she asked an older man the same question. He replied, "Well, miss, I'm 73 and my eyesight is going so I can't see you real well. When I was young, however, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. I never missed."
She waited for him to tell her the rest. He just looked at her, and finally she said, "Well, go ahead and tell me, I'm curious. I don't think you can do it."
"Well, I'll tell you miss, now that you ask; if you want me to prove it you need to let me feel your breasts and put my other hand inside your panties. If you do that, I can tell exactly how old you are."
At first she is shocked by his boldness, but as she looks at him, he looks so frail, so kindly, that surely he couldn't just be some kind of old pervert. "You must be kidding. How could you tell by doing that?"
"It's the truth ma'am. I used to have that ability, and I believe that I still have it. There's only one way to find out."
The woman had gotten her breasts lifted just the year before, and they stood up proudly. She had been pumped up by the soft gel method and figured that he would not be able to tell from feeling them. If anything, her breasts would make her appear much younger. But his hand in her panties? How could he possibly know from that?
They waited in silence on the empty street until curiosity got the best of the woman. She has not been touched intimately by any man other than her husband. Never in her 25 years of marriage has she cheated. She looked at the old man. He seemed harmless enough, so she finally said, "What the hell, go ahead".
The old man steps close to her and slips one hand inside her blouse and under her bra while his other hand goes up under her skirt and down inside her panties. As he begins to feel around she can feel his hand trembling as he begins caressing her pubic hair with a gentle touch.
"Can you tell me how old I am now?" she asks after only a few seconds go by. She is suddenly feeling very embarrassed about this.
"Not yet. It has been a while since I have guessed a woman's age this way so I need a little more time."
Her face turns bright red as he explores her forbidden to all except her husband body parts. What in the world could I have been thinking of by letting this stranger fondle me in such an intimate manner? But, he is already there, under my brassiere and inside my panties. Stopping him now after going this far would be pointless. Best to follow through, she decides, and see if he really can guess my age.
The fingers of one hand are gently squeezing her erect nipple, and as he is speaking to her he runs one of his fingers smoothly down through her slit without penetrating inside. Then as his finger slides up again it dips a little deeper into her slit but still does not completely penetrate her hole. Finally, his finger lodges on top of her clitoris and remains there. This feels good and she places her feet further apart to give him even better access.
A full minute goes by while he fondles her breasts and teases her nipples with one hand while his other hand rubs her clitoris. She starts to ask him again if he can guess her age now and changes her mind. Her pussy is really beginning to lubricate as he inserts first one and then two fingers deeply into her dripping vagina.
'Oh gosh, he's inside me!'
He is stretching her and she moans softly and her eyes close. She sways slightly, losing her balance, and she reaches out with one hand and steadies herself by holding on to his shoulder as he in effect fucks her with his fingers. She could reach a pretty good orgasm this way if she let this go on long enough, but there's probably no time, and this place is kind of public. She opens her eyes to make sure that they are still alone. Seeing no one, she closes her eyes again.
She's panting when she finally says, "Oh...Okay, Aah... Okay, how...how old am I?"
"Do you want me to remove my hands first?"
"I...yes, take them out now. You've had enough time."
He grins at her and says, "I have, but what about you? Have YOU had enough time?" As he speaks with a hint of laughter in his voice, he continues to fuck her pussy with two fingers. His hand moves faster, plunging in and out of her.
She can no longer resist satisfying her curiosity as she reaches between his legs and takes a feel. For 73 years of age, he is erect, very, very erect!
"Rub it for a minute. Get a good feel."
She does, placing her fingers on each side of what feels like a plump penis and starts running her hand up and down to test the length. What a nice cock he seems to have! Only a few moments pass before she suddenly begins to groan and almost falls over as she reaches a powerful orgasm. He continues to stroke deeply into her with one hand while using his left hand to cup her breast and help steady her.
When her orgasm is finished and she has regained normal breathing, he slowly removes his fingers, causing her to let out a little moan. Then he casually rubs the slippery fingers of his right hand together, lifts them and takes a taste.
With a big smile, he says, "I know for sure now. You are 47."
Stunned, the woman opens her eyes and as she sees his tongue still on his fingers, she says, "That is amazing. How do you know?".
The old man replies, "I was behind you in MacDonald's."
There is a long silence as she reddens in the face and her emotions go from shock to anger and then shame at having been duped like this. Before she can say anything, he has taken her by the hand and started leading her down the street.
“Wait, where are we going,” she asks, but her feet willingly continue to follow along.
“I'm taking you home with me,” he says while smiling into her eyes and in that moment, warming her up to him.
“How far is that?”
“Just across from the mall,” he responds.
“Oh, those new condominiums. I have seen those featured in the paper when they were being built. And you own one?”
“Yes ma'am, and here we are.”
With that, he lead her into an all glass lobby and to an elevator. Without another word being spoken, they had ridden up three floors and were walking down a hallway. “It's right here.” he said as he pointed a card at the door and it opened automatically.
They were inside, and once she had taken in the modern décor and the wonderful views out of the windows from two sides of the building while he watched her, she asked. “What now?
The next hour was maybe one of the most exciting she had known as he tenderly made love to her with equipment that she had only heard about, read about in books, or seen on the internet. Now it was hers to be enjoyed. Not perhaps the largest out there, but close, and she had never had the largest, or close.
But what amazed her the most was how loving and tender he seemed to be, this 'old' man who apparently, was not so old. He took her once, and then once again, and each time she begged for more. He seemed to have brought out the animal in her, something that was lacking at home.
But they had not kissed. This wonderful man had tricked her, then seduced her without hardly speaking a word, and then he had made fantastic love to her, but he had never tried to kiss her. Instead he seemed to be keeping his head away, even when he was having an intense orgasm and blasting his hot load into her warm and receptive pussy.
But yes, he had brought out the animal in her as she mounted him, this time wanting to be in charge, and he never felt challenged or threatened by this, for he was secure in his 'manhood.'
Then, as she went deep and took him full length while on top, she moved her lips to his, and he responded. His kisses were wonderful too, and they lasted for most of the time she was riding him, all the way through her two orgasms. He did not seem to be concerned about his own orgasm, and she let it ride as he let her ride.
“You kiss so wonderfully,” she breathed in his ear after she had stopped to rest and catch her breath. “How's come you never kissed me while you were making love to me?”
“I was keeping it strictly physical. You have those rings, and I did not want this to play with your head.”
She sighed. “But it already has played with my head. You've been inside my body, and now you're in my head.”
“You want it that way?”
“Yes.”
And then, for no reason, it seemed, she began sobbing. And he held her close and allowed her this little cry she apparently, needed. Then it was over as she opened her eyes, and smiling as tears continued to run down her cheeks, she kissed him passionately.
Now they were lying side-by-side naked and cuddling. She had turned on her side to face him and was running her fingers over his face, and each time she would come near his lips, he would reach out wth his mouth and suck her finger.
She giggled. “Is that what you want me to do to you?”
“Only if you want to,” he replied with a smile.
“Oh, I want to, very much!”
She had felt it with her hand, she had felt it in her vagina, and now she wanted to study it close up before placing it into her mouth. She slid down while still lying beside him and took his penis into two hands. Even with two hands on the shaft, there was still an entire head left over.
He was watching her hands love on his thick cock, and he was staring at her rather large wedding bands. But he felt no need to ask. She was here on her own volition and the way it was looking, was happy to be here, The rest was up to her.
“Are you really 73,” she asked? “You don't seem to have any problem getting or maintaining an erection. And what an erection it is!”
“To be honest. I've taken some blue pills in the past two years or so, but not today.”
She frowned as she placed her mouth experimentally over that fat knob, testing to see if she could fit down over it. She could, but if she had to keep stretching her mouth open for long it would get tired.
Then she pulled her mouth off. “Blue pill? Do you mean as in Viagra?”
“Yes, but like I said, not today.”
“And that is because....?”
“You baby, you. In the same way you've managed to make people think you are much younger than your real age, you have turned me into a young man again.”
“You like?”
“Very much.”
“You free, no attachments?”
“No attachments, not at the moment.”
“Want to keep this going?”
He smiled and lightly pushed her head down over his erect penis. “I thought you'd never ask.”
