Fifty-nine-year-old Eileen Simpkins worked on the tills in a large busy supermarket. She was a divorcee and there were no men in her life at the moment.
It was a Tuesday and she was serving a customer and glanced to her right to see the next in line for the till were a young couple, both of whom appeared to be very good looking. As she served this couple her eyes were drawn to the front of the young man’s jeans and her immediate thought was ‘lucky girl’ in relation to the youth’s companion.
As she took payment, made by the female, her eyes briefly met those of the boy and she felt a flutter in her heart.
Despite Eileen’s efforts during the day, her mind kept going back to that very handsome youth and what seemed to be quite a package in his trousers. That night her fingers worked her cunt and clit still thinking of the boy although, after she had climaxed, she felt ashamed of and disgusted with herself.
On Thursday Eileen again glanced up and the youth from two days previously was in the queue but this time apparently on his own.
He smiled as she rang up his purchases and she said “Not with your girlfriend today then?”
“Girlfriend?” he queried.
“Yes, the young lady you were with a couple of days ago.”
“Oh she wasn’t my girlfriend, we just um hang out together sometimes,” replied the youth looking into Eileen’s eyes.
At that moment the middle-aged woman was in a world of her own, or at least one that just contained her and this vision. She came to her senses and completed the transaction and the boy moved on, perhaps forever.
Eileen Simpkins was actually a very attractive woman when she took the trouble to be and was very curvy in build. Whilst she continued to think about the boy, who was nineteen-years-old and named Robert Latimer, he was actually thinking about her because he had a ‘thing’ for older women and had bedded a couple.
That very afternoon he was back in the queue for Eileen’s till although he only had one item in his hand.
“You forgot something then?” she smiled.
“Yes, to ask for your phone number,” was his reply.
Eileen blushed slightly “Don’t be silly, that’s not funny.”
“I am not joking,” replied the youth.
This conversation was broken by a woman, next in line for the till, making her presence known. and the boy moved on much to Eileen’s consternation. He did not leave the store completely and Eileen was delighted that he was still hanging around when she was relieved at her till some twenty minutes later. She made a bee-line for him and hoped that none of her workmates were watching.
“You don’t really want my phone number do you?” she asked.
“I do, I think you are very attractive Eileen.”
She started to ask how he knew her name and then realised that it was on her tag.
“Look, this is silly I am old enough to be…” she was going to say mother but thought it could be grandmother.
“Don’t you fancy me, Eileen?”
“God yes but…”
“Well give me your phone number, my name is Robert by the way.”
She scribbled down her mobile number and handed the paper to him and their eyes again met.
“Got to go now, see you,” he said and turned to leave.
“Yes, see you,” she responded to his departing body.
When she switched her mobile on at the end of her working day there was a text that read ‘longing to fuck you, when can we meet?’
She thought that that was pretty direct but it immediately made her knickers damp. She did not reply straight away and she was still pondering her response when she got home.
She thought that there was no real reason why she could not invite him round to her house that evening, she certainly wanted to, but finally decided to respond simply ‘I will be in touch.’
This left Robert a bit disappointed and a bit frustrated but he was mature enough not to put pressure on her. He went to the supermarket the next day but it was Eileen’s day off.
She had been doing a lot of thinking and concluded that as they both wanted it so much there was no point in delaying it.
She sent a text ‘Can you talk at the moment?’
When he texted back in the affirmative she rang his mobile. “I am at home, you can come round now if you want.”
The delighted Robert, armed with her address, was soon at her door. She hoped that the neighbours did not see her invite this young man into her house but the door had hardly closed before they were locked in a kiss and hands were all over the other’s body.
“God you are gorgeous,” said Robert.
“Hardly, but you certainly are,” she replied as she fumbled with the belt of his trousers.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said but as she turned he put his hands on her tits and pressed his erection against her arse.
“Mmmmmmm I need you inside me,” she purred and broke away from him and led the way up the stairs.
They hurriedly removed clothing and she gasped when she saw the size of his erect penis, she had had some big ones but maybe never one as big as that. Their naked bodies crashed onto the bed and his hand was on her large arse and a finger in her arse crack. She was anxious to have that cock inside her but equally anxious as to whether she would be able to take it all.
It was at her entrance and she groaned as he oh so slowly slid into her soaking wet crack. Further and further he went in and she squealed as the last few centimetres of it entered her and she squealed again as he almost completely withdrew before plunging in again. Eileen Simpkins was getting what was quite possibly the fucking of her life as this young stud shafted her.
On and on he went and she came three times as the bed creaked with their frantic fucking.
“Shit,shit oh fucking hell,” she wailed as she came for the fourth time, and then he grunted as stream after stream of spunk shot into her.
He seemed to remain hard inside her and they had now flipped over so that she was riding him and her large tits swung free as she bounced up and down on his rod. She reached her fifth or was it sixth orgasm before he again emptied into her. He stayed the night and there was not much sleep had and in the morning she was bent over the kitchen table as he rammed her from behind.
She had to go to work but she was glowing inwardly and probably outwardly.
Later that morning she glanced up as she ran the contents of one ladies shopping through the till and next in line was a very good looking youth who seemed to have quite a bulge in his trousers.
