Gunny the fuck expert

Well a new tenant moved in this week. Cheryl moved in right down the street from me, about 4 units down the road. Beautiful woman, mid to late sixties, about 5′ 4″ tall, slender build and nice medium size chest equipment. She looked like she had taken care of herself and maybe had a few cosmetic surgeries to help along. A lot of sex appeal when I first met her and was introduced by the manager. In fact when I first looked up at her from my work that day, my dick twitched in my jeans. A lady of true beauty was now gracing the grounds of our little community.Later that evening I sat in my recliner in front of the TV and thought of her when a commercial of gorgeous models flashed across the screen. I had a challenge to undertake, I knew it might take some manipulating and conniving on my part, but someday I was going to get a peek at that sculpted body of Cheryl’s. Luckily get to even touch the firm aged meat on her bones.

Two days later, I caught a good look over her as I trimmed the bushes around the courtyard to the pool. She showed up wearing a two-piece bathing suit that showed off her cleavage and a hint of her firm butt cheeks. She was definitely the main attention around the pool that day. The guys all had tongues hanging out and the gals all talked and flashed those looks of jealousy.

Needless to say, I spent a little extra time pruning the bushes that day. She was stunning, a true goddess in her age and beauty.

Saturday morning I went down to the laundry room to wash up my pile of dirty clothes. I was loading my things into the washer when Cheryl walked in the big room full of washers and dryers. She had her salt and pepper hair pulled back in a ponytail, was wearing a tank top and a pair of daisy dukes. Not the typical attire for the ladies around the complex. She walked right up to the machine next to me and started loading her clothes in the washer; I glanced a look and was totally surprised at the picture of firm fleshy mounds straining t the top she was wearing. She was braless and they still stood nice and firm without the support.

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Debbie is a sweet quite lady, keeps to herself mostly. A very passionate and gentle senior citizen standing about five foot five inches tall, silver gray soft hair and a nice smooth body with hips that show her age a little bit, a little flabby and wrinkled with age and stretch marks. Just right for touching and nice little love handles. Breast that have lost their early age firmness, slightly dropping even though they are not that large. A great tight pussy and a pretty one that doesn’t really show her age of sixty-eight. A beautiful set up for someone her age, a great specimen of an ideal senior hottie.

We get together once in a while for some good straight playing and satisfaction. Pure clean pleasure and relief is what we get from each other. A nice alternative to the hard and wild of the other lady acquaintances around the complex.

Debbie invited me over to share a shower after a long hard days work and of course I accepted.

No foreplay was ever really needed with Debbie, we usually went straight to it, passion and satisfaction was her style.

I stood naked behind Debbie as she stepped into the shower; she left the door open for me to follow. I stepped up to her sweet body, letting our naked hips bump slightly. I closed the shower door as Debbie turned the refreshing water on. As Debbie stood under the shower enjoying the warmth of the water gently falling over her face. I looked at her naked body standing there before me, a glories sight to any human’s eyes. Continue Reading »

It was approaching about 3:00 in the afternoon, and the sun and heat were pounding down on us. Debra tossed her gloves over to the patio and leaned back against the fence around her back yard. We had been working since early that morning, redoing her old flowerbeds and building some new ones. She had asked me to help her with her landscaping.

I was more then glad to help her out. She was a bundle of joy and a very exciting woman. She was very lively for her sweet age of sixty-four. Very energetic and one of the more socially active residents of the complex.  

“I don’t know about you but I’m ready to stop for the day. ” she said to me.

“You the boss lady, whatever you think is best.” I said back to her.

She said, “Well lets stop and go inside and get us a cool drink. Would you like to take a shower also? In fact there is really plenty of room in there for both of us. We could share to save water and all that!”
“Yes Mam, that is a damn fine idea!” I said with a shit-eating grin on my face.

We went inside her unit and the cool air from the air conditioning unit felt great on my hot skin, it sent small shivers dancing up my back. As Debra went back into the kitchen to get us something cold to drink, I stood at the door and pulled off my dirty boots and wet socks and placed them outside the door on the patio. I closed the door and pulled my sweaty shirt off so I could sit on her furniture and not get anything filthy dirty.

I was still standing at the door when she came back and handed me a cold beer. I noticed she had taken off her shoes as well and had cleaned up her face some. I took a big long drink on the cold beer, she reached up to my face and with a washcloth she was holding, she wiped at my face. She giggled and said, “You look like you wallered in the dirt pile out back.” I reached up with one hand up and placed it on her plump hip as she wiped at my face.

“Now don’t go starting anything, Gunny! We need to get some this here old grimy dirt off of us.” She said.

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I was in the back of my unit cooking me a steak on the grill. My new next-door neighbor Betty walked over and said hello. She had on a bikini and smelled of a sweet sun tan lotion. Betty is about 5 ‘ 8″, nice and tall with long skinny legs. A good medium size breasts which where popping out the top and sides of her little top. Some small love handles and the usual little paunchy stomach for a woman around the age of sixty-five.Since she moved in about a month ago, she has been trying to get my attention. She likes to walk around barely covered up and tossing flirts everywhere. She always wears her long salt and pepper hair in one of those curled up buns on top of her hair.

Our combined back corner was closed up on one side by the back of the maintenance building wall on my side, the laundry room back wall on her side and the eight foot cement wall surrounding the complex was on the backside. The only opening to our back session was the small double pathway between our two units. So we do have about the best private seclusion a back yard could have, except that for the fact it was open between us.

As she stood there in the secluded corner of our combined back yards, she kept switching around her body positions from one leg to the other and flaring out her chest, reminded me of some female bird prancing around trying to attract a mate.

I tried not to stare, but it was impossible to keep my eyes off her for some reason. I kept moving around myself. Moving around the grill, turning and flipping my steak, trying to watch out if my dick started to move around in my loose fitting shorts.

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Tuesday evening and I was off duty, of course this didn’t mean much to some of the residents around the complex. About six-thirty I got a call from Ms. Campbell, she needed me to move a table for her. She had family visiting the next day and the table was taking up most of her floor space on her patio. I hung up the phone with her and pulled on a t- shirt and headed out the door.
I got onto my golf cart I used for running around the park and headed over to Ms. Campbell’s unit, a couple streets over from mine. I parked the golf cart out along the side of the street and went up to her front door and knocked. She answered the door wearing a floral patterned dress that was loose on her small frame. She stood just over five foot tall and was a pretty well built female for being around 64 years old. From what I could tell from the shape of the dress she well proportioned. Nice big hips, her breast a bit on the large side and a cute face. Her hair was white and shoulder length and wavy.
“Hello Gunny, come on in.” she kind of cooed at me.
“Evening Ms. Campbell ” I answered back at her as I stepped past her holding the door open.
“Thank you very much for coming over to move the table for me.” She stated.
“No problem, one of the things I’m around for.” I replied back.
She giggled and said back “Yes, but only one of them from what I hear”
She directed me to the back patio and the table she needed moved. It was one of those plastic round tables, the normal patio furniture style. I thought it was a little strange that she called me to move such a light table; she easily could have moved it herself with no problem. I moved the table over to the corner of the patio where she instructed and followed her back into her dwelling. She then offered me a cold beer, which I never turn down. I sat on the couch and she sat across from me in a chair. I was drinking on my beer when I looked over to Ms. Campbell and saw that she was sitting with her legs apart and I could look right up her dress and see she was wearing lace panties, strange I thought, I was expecting to see cotton briefs but these were silk lace.

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Sunday morning, lazy day of rest, that’s what Sundays usually meant for me. Especially if Friday night and Saturday night worked out to my always sex driven plans. Well this week they did, very interesting couple of nights. Saturday night was suppose to have been spent frolicking with a new acquaintance, Caitlin, a retired schoolteacher in her late sixties. Now she wasn’t the best looking older lady around the complex, life as a spinster teacher had taken her toll on her face and body. She stood about 5-4, weighed around 145 to 150 lbs. Short shoulder length silver gray hair, big hips and medium size tits. Her face was a little rough, probably from all the stress of thirty years of rowdy fifth graders.She showed up at my door about ten p.m. Saturday night, a half empty bottle of wine in her frail hands, a smirky look on her face and a roaming hand of fire. I was tired myself, and she didn’t look like she had much left in her for the night. She immediately put that hand of fire on my limp cock as soon as she pulled the door closed behind her. She definitely wanted to play, but obviously not able, since she staggered a few times using the grasp on my cock to stabilized herself.

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Typical Saturday afternoon run for me, after a long boring week at the complex. Most of the residents are up north visiting family for the warm months of the year. Well I did cut my run a little short, came up behind Betty and another woman who were out on a walk that afternoon.
I stopped beside Betty and walked the rest of about a quarter mile back to the complex. Figured I’d just count it as my cooling down time. Betty introduced me to her partner, her name was Noreen and she was a new waitress at the cafeteria. She was around 5 foot 6 inch, nice long flowing brunette hair with some gray in it, her body was slim built and nice tits that jiggled as she walked at a fast pace. Somewhere in her mid fifties I figured, but not bad looking at any age she was.
We rounded the corner into the complex and down the road leading to my place, I asked if they’d like a beer to help cool down some. They both agreed and up my walk we went to the porch. About the time I let them go up the stairs first and me bringing up the rear, Noreen giggles out “Betty claims your fantastic in bed!”. Betty follows up that with “Yea, maybe if we give him a bath, he’ll show us how he can handle both of us!”
What’s a guy suppose to say to those kinds of statements? Only thing this ole boy could come up with is ” We’ll have to see how good the bath comes out!” In we went, Betty told me to go ahead and get in the shower and Noreen and her would grab the beers on their way to the bathroom.
Wasn’t long and Noreen, Betty, and I stood in the shower and let the warm water flow across our bodies as we stood there naked as jaybirds sipping on cold beers.

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Lunchtime on Friday, sitting back in the kitchen at the complex cafeteria. Usual place for me, eat at the table set up back there for the cafeteria help, the side benefits are better back there in the kitchen. The cafeteria help a lot better to look at then the ladies out front.Take Cindy, the head cook over the kitchen. She about 5′6″, and around 160 pounds. Thick built woman in her late 50s early 60s. A great gal and a hot flirt. Anytime I come in for lunch, she’d try to sit down with me and take her break. We been flirting and teasing each other since about the third week I was here.
Will I never pushed the idea, but she finally come out today and wanted to know if I was busy tonight. Told her I had no definite plans, probably just sit back in front of the TV and get drunk.
She pops up with “will we can get drunk, but what say we try it at the little bar across the street.”

“Sure, what time?” I come back with.

“I get off at 7:00 today, how about 8:00, so I got time to wash up after work?” she cooed.

“Meet you back here at the cafeteria at eight then, and we’ll walk over there” I said as I got up from the table and started out the back door.

For some reason I couldn’t seem to get Cindy off my mind the rest of the afternoon. Anticipation was driving me crazy. Sure, we flirted pretty heavy around the kitchen in public view, but what was it going to be like in this situation, I’ll admit she excited me a bit.

Quitting time come and I rushed off home and cleaned up. Got to the cafeteria early and set down at our kitchen meeting spot, sipping some coffee and munching on some fresh cooked cheese sticks.

Cindy come in the back door and didn’t even sit down.
“You ready, big man?’ she asked.

“Waiting on you, woman,” I said, as she grabbed my hand and started out the door.

We crossed the street and walked in the front door of the little bar. Was early, so only a few others were around.  Cindy led me to a booth in the back corner and we ordered drinks and a platter of mixed appetizers. We set there munching and sipping drinks, listening to the music playing on the jukebox.

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Well a day off, yes I do get one sometimes. Of course I usually have something that keeps me busy anyways. This day sure wasn’t different. Decided I better service the old truck. Oil change, tune up and all. Was finished and had my head stuck under the hood tinkering.”Hey Gunny, whatcha doing?” a soft female voice asked.

“Working on the old truck here.” I answered back. Figured someone needed something and I wouldn’t get a thing done.

“Anyway I can be of help?” the voice asked.

I looked up, “Oh, hi Melanie.” I said.

Melanie was a nice figured southern woman somewhere around her mid-fifties. Nice looking petite little thing, with a nice manner and a little shy around others. She was somewhere around five foot three inches and had nice long brown hair. Firm looking little ass and small waisted for her age, you could tell she sure hadn’t been a couch potato all her life. She lived right down the street from me and worked at the laundry room here at the complex. She wasn’t the typical retiree that lived here. She was still going strong yet.

“Well done now, but thank you very much, Ms. Melanie.” I said politely.

“Looks like you can still use some help, you got grease and grime all down your back.” Melanie cooed it seemed. “Besides I’m going to have a nice chef salad. And you can eat with me. Now get in there and get cleaned up and I’ll be right back.” She stated boldly.

I went on in and headed straight for the shower. Sure enough I noticed in the mirror I had grease and grime all over me. Looked like a ‘grease monkey’. Was in the shower scrubbing away when the bathroom door opened.

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Well, another long

It was a decent afternoon when I climbed into my truck to head to town that
Friday evening. Not too hot, not too cool, just right for one of those rides where you roll the windows down and ride without the air conditioning on. I pulled into the parking lot of the little place just as Betty was getting out of a
taxicab.

Greeted her with the usual gentleman type stuff. Asked her why she didn’t tell me she needed a ride from the complex, I would have graciously given her one.  As we walked to the front door she explained that she was a little shy about coming out that night and didn’t want to arouse any attention with the others around the complex.

We entered what was a nice little place. Smell of fresh sawdust scattered on the floor, food cooking in the back room and a faint smell of beer being served.

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