Gunny the fuck expert

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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