Kiss Juice

The day started like any other summer’s day. I looked out of my kitchen window, clear blue skies, a warm sunny day ahead and my eyes were drawn to my garden, and, ‘oh,’ I thought, ‘my dear, overgrown shrubs, flower beds are a disgrace and the lawn… Oh dear. I needed to get someone in.’ I hated gardening, I did have someone to tend to this, but he had left a while ago.A little about myself, I married very young, and what I thought was love and a lifetime partnership, turned out to be a disaster after just five years. He was good looking, he took my virginity, but turned out to be a bastard… we parted.I then had a string of one night stands, a few longer relationships, but not anyone I was going to marry again. I had learned my lesson.Then one day, I met this man at a dance evening. I loved to dance; I’ve danced all my life. You get to meet so many different people. I was around forty-seven I think, or thereabouts. As I say, I met this particular man. We seem to get along so easily, we never stopped talking to each other, and of course, we danced the night away, as they say.This one evening as we were about to leave, he gave me a cheeky kiss. I responded, maybe I shouldn’t have. But it was then he grabbed my hand and whisked me off to a corridor. As we passed the corner he flicked off the light. He fucked me standing in that darkened corridor. He was at least ten years older than me but in the heat of the moment that wasn’t even a consideration. Oh my god, it felt so good, as I hadn’t had a cock for about a month.By the way he grunted… and blew in less than thirty thrusts, I think he also hadn’t had a fuck for a while either. As we tidied ourselves up and parted he left me with a dripping pussy, and a very soaked gusset.A couple of days later he called me and asked me out to dinner. Yes he was better after that first time of thirty thrusts, and hence we spent the next nineteen years together, not married but as lovers… fuck buddies if you like!He passed away a couple of years ago, and left all he had to me. Which allowed me to leave my job and not worry about anything. I was financially secure.But the only thing was, I loved sex, and who was going to enter a sixty-eight-year-old pussy. I still went dancing, and had a couple of toys to get back home to, to relieve my pussy tension. I took a deep sigh and looked back at my ugly garden.The next day I walked past a shop with adverts in the window, I stopped and had a read of a few of them. One caught my eye as it mentioned the word gardening in it. I took a picture of it and rang the number on it later that day.I was surprised as I heard a young voice reply. I thought he was the son of the gardener, but no, it was a young lad who was keen on getting some spending money together. He sounded foreign, spoke very good English, and was very polite.We arranged a meeting for later in the week, he had told me his name, but I could not remember it.I had just made a cup of tea when the doorbell rang, I had almost forgotten the young istanbul travesti lad was supposed to be here, very prompt.I opened the door and he said, “Hello madam.”I hadn’t been called that for a very long time. I blushed, and shook his outstretched hand. As I said, I could not remember his name, so hesitated when I said, “Hello…?”He quickly said, “Rajendra Kumar, I’m Rajendra Kumar madam, my friends call me Raj.”As we still shook hands, I said, “Call me Sally, and please… not madam. And I do hope we can become friends.” Mainly as his name was a mouthful, but Raj I could pronounce.I looked over his shoulder and noticed he had come on a pushbike, I asked him to put it round the side of the house where it would be safe.I invited him in and offered him a cup of tea. We had a nice chat and sat in the garden where I could point things out to him. And this was also where I found out he was born in India, left when he was six and was now twenty-three. He lived at home, not far from here, and had recently moved into this area as his father had relocated for his work. We had come to an arrangement where he would come and tend to the gardens, front and back, an hour or two at the weekends around his studies. He was studying to be an accountant.Raj had been round a few times and we always had a chat when I took him a cup of tea while he worked away. He worked so hard that he broke a sweat in no time at all, but he just kept going. And to give him credit, he had done a great job, the gardens looked great in the few times he had been round.One time when he worked away, I watched him through the kitchen window before I took him his cup of tea, he had taken his top off and his body glistened, but his body was just… well, you know, for a sixty-eight-year-old hag he was an Adonis. My pussy began to tingle, a bit of moisture leaked out, and well… my thought was, ‘There was absolutely no way on this earth a, “Mr Adonis,” going anywhere near a pensioner’s pussy.’It was a Sunday when he told me that he could not come round next weekend, but if I didn’t mind he could come on Friday late evening. I was due to go dancing that evening, and told him he could come round but would have to finish before I had to leave.He knew of my liking to dance from the chats we had. I had almost finished getting ready for my night out when Raj shouted out, “Sally, I have finished. I’ll see you next weekend, I’ll message you.”I always paid him every time he had finished. He would never ask, he was a shy lad. I shouted out, “Just wait there a minute.”I walked downstairs and to my handbag, I took out his money and gave it to him. He said, “Thank you.” In a very sheepish voice, and looked down to the floor, then said, “You look very nice Sally.”This was the second time he had made me blush, I said, “Thank you Raj. These are my glam rags for dancing.”Then he raised his head and said, “Not just the clothes.”And I said, “Ah… yes and this is my war paint.” He chuckled; he had never seen me istanbul travesti tarted up before.He turned to the door and left, I closed the door behind him. I finished getting ready, and then I too left for my evening out. I had another great evening… danced away. I did chuckle to myself as a couple of men had tried their luck with me, but to be honest, I was there for the dancing and not looking for a quick fuck, been there done that… got the tee sh… you know what I mean.I got home, had a quick wash and stuck the rabbit in its hole till the body chemicals did their bit, and I fell contently to sleep.Middle of the week, I got a message from Raj, saying he could come round Saturday, but would have to be early morning. I agreed, and as the same as last Friday, I would be out dancing.A stupid mistake occurred and I had sprained my ankle. It didn’t seem too bad but thought it best not to carry on on the dance floor any longer. I came home earlier than I would have that evening. Ran a nice hot bath to have a soak and ease the ankle. And the obligatory fingering of my over-sized, aged clit made me lose all the pain sensation of the ankle. Over-sized, yes I have to admit, it was like the end of a little finger with a hoodie. I had got a lot of compliments for my ginormous clit from previous lovers.I had a couple of glasses of wine and sat in front of the telly to divert the dulling ache of the ankle, then went off to bed.Always having slept naked, I never gave it a thought as the doorbell rang, still in a daze, I went to the window to see who it was. I parted the curtain, and saw it was Raj. I slightly opened the window and shouted down, “I’m not quite up yet, wait, I’ll throw you down the keys.”I noticed he had lowered his head, then I realised I was naked. ‘Idiot,’ I thought to myself. But then he’s over twenty, surely a man of the world, and had seen far better female bodies than this old hag. For fuck sake, I was old enough to be his grandma.I went to fetch my keys and threw them down to him covering my modesty (too late) with the curtain. I said, “Let yourself in, dear. I’ll be down soon.”I took my time getting ready as I knew he would be at least an hour in the garden. My ankle was much better but still noticeably there and caused a bit of discomfort. So I took it easy as I walked down the stairs. I put the kettle on and opened the window to shout to Raj, “Cup of tea, love?”He looked up and said, “No thank you. I need to leave soon.”I made my cuppa and went out to him as he packed the tools away. He walked out of the shed. His phone sounded to let him know he had a message. He looked at it and then his shoulders sank. I asked, “What’s up, dear?”Raj looked up and said, “It’s my dad. He’s saying no need to hurry, as what we had planned to do has been cancelled.”I said, “Well… cup of tea it is then.”We both walked into the house, he asked, “Are you ok, you’re walking a bit funny.”I grabbed his hand and said, “It’s fine, just a slightly sprained istanbul travesti ankle from my own stupidity last night.”Raj always brought a change of clothes with him. He was a clean young lad. He would change in the shed into his gardening gear, and back again to go home. He washed his face and hands while I made him a cuppa.We sat down in the kitchen and chatted. He wore a tee-shirt and shorts; I was in a shirt and jeans. I don’t have massive boobs, so although saggy tits, they were the type I never needed to wear a bra for especially when I was at home.Raj took my empty cup and stood up to wash them. As I said, he was a clean and tidy lad, well brought up. We continued to chat as he finished washing, he turned round to grab the tea towel when I noticed he had a hard-on.I chuckled and commented, “I do hope that’s for me, I mean from seeing me in the buff this morning?”He went so red in the face and tried to cover himself up with the tea towel. His words made no sense at all; he stammered and fumbled as he tried to make an excuse. He made me laugh.I stood, wobbled over to him, again grabbed his hand and said, “Come on, let’s sit down.”We went through to the sitting room. He had one of his hands over his very noticeable flag pole. As we sat I let go of his other hand and that too went over his modesty.I placed my hand on his thigh and said, “I’m sure that will deflate soon. After all, you’re a young man; you’ve seen better, younger naked females before.”He seemed lost for words, he was still red, and shook his head. Now when I say red, that is just an expression, he was of Asian origin which gave him a naturally dark skin, which was not too dark, but quite a nice tanned colour, but you could tell he blushed. Me on the other hand, I had skin so white, the type that does not tan no matter how hard I tried.I placed a couple of fingers under his chin and made him look at me, gazed into his eyes and I asked, “You’re not a…?”He nodded; I raised my eyebrows as he spoke and said, “We are a traditional family, we do not believe in physical se… contact before marriage.”The word he was shy to say was “sex” I was sure. I did not know what to say, when he very audibly, took a very big gulp, and said, “I like you.”“You’re very kind,” I replied as I patted the side of his face.His eyes looked to the ground as he said, “You are a nice lady, and you look very nice.”I smiled at him, “That’s a very nice compliment for a lady of my age, thank you.”He looked up briefly as if he was about to say something, but looked back down. And in the lightest of whispers, I heard, “May I kiss you?”I almost had missed it and asked, “Sorry, dear, what was that?”Head still down, “Ca… can I kiss you?”I chuckled to myself, “Of course you may, dear.”But then a thought ran through my head.I smiled and said, “Well my lovely; where would you like to kiss me.”“Would you tell my mum and dad?”“No, my darling, no,” I replied patting his thigh. “I’m sure you’ve kissed a hundred ladies before.”He looked up and kissed my cheek, the lightest of pecks, over in a flash. I smiled and said, “I think you can do better than that… I think you want to do better than that?” I looked at him with raised eyebrows.He looked confused, and again in a whisper said hesitantly and in a questioning tone, “On your lips..?”