I guess the title ‘desperate women is unfair. What I was trying to say was that you always think of guys hitting on women but its always been my experience that women are quite capable of hitting on men and in the most unexpected circumstance and with all this locking down and lack of holidays I am taking the time to share some of my experiences. I’m Andrew. I’m 58 and single, in fact I have never been married and had never met the right women, so it never came up. I’m a good looking chap, I keep myself fit by running a lot, taking part in marathons and so on and I guess having a big cock also helps so I’ve never had a problem having ‘relationships’ not that I screw around I may add. However, In my experience it’s the women you least expect it from that hit on you, and sometimes in front of their husbands and even families, and usually when they are relaxed on holiday. A quick story: I was in Spain on holiday on my own, a young lady, approx. in her early to mid-20’s, a little plain looking but with a decent figure starts chatting to me. (On this occasion I was 55.) She was on holiday with her husband and a small child. Over a period of a few days she would make an excuse to come and chat, or would make sure she and her small family sat next to me at meal times. Then, completely out of the blue and with no sense of embarrassment or shame she follows me from the pool leaving her husband with his book and her child fast asleep and taps me on the back, looks around to see if anyone was listening and in a hushed tone says to me ‘I hope this is ok but can we fuck’. I had been approached before but never in such a blatant way. I suggested that it wouldn’t be right and nodded towards her husband and child about 50’ away. She asked me to think about it and I said I would. The experience was shocking but quite hot at the same time. That afternoon we past and she gave me a big smile. The next day she asked again, saying something about how hot she thought I was and how she wanted a man and her husband was nice but a little boring. I felt sorry for him. On the thirst day she passes me in the corridor, she was leaving her room as I was going to mine. She follows me to my room & asked if I had thought about what she had asked and that she hoped that she hadn’t upset me, I said that she hadn’t and with that I arrive at my door. With no work of a lie, in a corridor where anyone could have come at any point she asks if she can come in and actually take her bikini top off, her small bit firm and nicely shaped tits on show. I thought ‘what the fuck’ (no pun intended) and moved to one side to let her in. We didn’t chat or anything, her undressed and put her hand down by shorts and started tossing me off whilst trying to lift my t shirt at the same time. Let’s just say that I gave her what she wanted, she told me that we would have to be quick so I pushed my cock into her tight pussy and banged the fuck out of her. She came hard squealing and begging to cum inside her, so I did. I fucked her once more before the end of the holiday, but that’s not the story I want to tell you today. Last year I went to a nice place in Ibiza, not the wild party place but lower down the island in a nice quiet village. The rooms had nice large balconies separated by frosted glass about 4’ high and in most cases topped with lattice fencing. The balcony wall was high enough that you could stand there naked and no one could see you. Every morning I was shower and get ready for breakfast. Next door was a family of four. Mum, dad and two teenagers. Mum was roughly in her mid-40’s and quite attractive, in good shape and clearly pissed off with the way her husband and her teenage boys did bugger all for themselves. Let me make it abundantly clear, I did not take advantage of the situation despite what I’m about to tell you. Each morning the father and boys would leave the room early so as to be the first for breakfast and the first to be out in the sun. Mum would take her time. I also was in no rush so I would shower and just look out at the stunning view from my hotel balcony. On the second Sunday of my holiday I did just that, I showered and with a towel wrapped round me stood on the balcony. The divider in between me and the annoying family consisted of just the 4’ frosted glass, but I wasn’t showing anything so wasn’t concerned. I was in a world of my own when a woman’s voice apologised for her son’s. I said there was no need. Standing there was the mum, in a bikini bottoms and an open blouse. She said that she had noticed that I stood there each morning and how nice it was to start the morning with some quiet. She walked to the balcony wall, her blouse fluttering open to reveal her not to small, almost shaped breasts. She saw me looking and covered herself. I felt a little guilty for looking. We talked for a few minutes when, without any warning she said that it was nice that we could stand there and no one could see us and with that she slid her blouse off and leant on her elbows looking down on the beach, her breast just about covered by her arms. She looked down at my bulging towel and smiled. And with that she steps back, says that she had better go for breakfast, her breasts in full view for me to see. I went back in and had to have a wank to get rid of the hard on that experience had given me and went for breakfast sitting across from my neighbour who was now fully clothed. I went for breakfast and that was that. The next day she appeared in just her knickers and again we chatted, her pretty much naked and me with just my towel. It was her that brought up the fact that we could stand there naked and no one would know and with that she turned to look at me, her hand resting on her stomach, her eyes resting on my towel. After a few seconds she smiled and said ‘pity about the towel’. I gave it a tug and let it fall. My new friend took an exaggerated deep breath in, said ‘fuck’ and walked away. Moments later there was a knock on the door. I hadn’t put the towel back, not because I expected that morning events but purely because I was going to get dressed. I looked through the spy hole in the door and there she was, from what I could see wearing her husbands shirt. I opened the door and let her in. No one said anything, she just let the shirt fall off whilst grabbing my hand at the same time pulling me to the bed where she sat down making sure I stood in front of her. She studied me, or should I say my semi hard cock muttered something about ‘fucking amazing’ and with that she took hold of it, gave it a few tugs before feeding it into her mouth. I stood there looking down at her short black hair, her almost shaped tits with her not long and hard dark red nipples. I placed my hands on her head and let her suck me off whilst she cupped and gently played with my balls. She stopped briefly to say ‘fucking amazing’ before returning to suck me off again. I gave a groan and panted trying hard not to cum, thinking about anything but the fact that I was being sucked off by an attractive stranger. She noticed, pulled back and warned me not to cum in her mouth before returning to suck me off for a few more seconds. She was sucking my cock when she reached down and pulled her knickers off. With that she stopped, lay back on the bed in front of me and simply said ‘fuck me hard now’. I wasted no time and did as I was told. She was hot and an amazing fuck, raising her knees to her tits. It was a great fuck, her muffled cries about how big and hard I was and her grunting announcements that she was going to ‘fucking cum hard’ and her pleads for me to cum in her pussy which I did with pleasure. She cried out and shook telling me how that was ‘ an amazing shag’. I was still hard so I fucked her for a little while longer managing to cum a couple of times before I slid down and gave her tits a suck. And with that she put her husbands short back on, opened the door and ran to her room leaving me laying in my bed with a wet limp dick. The next morning, as soon as the door slammed shut and her noisy family left for breakfast there was knock on the door. No nice chat, this time she just dropped a towel she had wrapped round her, got onto the bed, onto her hand and knees and said ’come on, fuck me’. I banged the fuck out of her, her tits swinging whilst she moaned and whimpered whilst at the same time giving me a running commentary with things like ‘fuck this is amazing’ and ‘fuck I cam feel your balls’ followed by the usual ‘fuck its big’. For the first three shags we simply had what you could call ‘rough quickies’, a quick shag before breakfast. We fucked every day that week except the Friday before the last day when we were all leaving. That day we had our customary pre breakfast shag but her husband and sons left for some trip. She apparently told them that she had to pack but instead we spend the after noon in bed. I took my time, this time getting to taste her pussy, slowly fucking her against the wall, bending her over a chair, bending he rover so her hands were on the wall with my cock deep inside her. It was a bit surreal, she wanted me to lay down so she could ‘ride me’ and whilst she slowly ground herself against my groin with my cock deep inside her she would moan and let out a long grunt then want to know all about me. Looking back now it was quite funny, she would slam her hands down next to my head, stick her tongue in my mouth, then plead with me to suck her nipples then she asked me my name. I told her, ‘where are you from’, followed by an ‘of fuck’ then ‘are you with someone’ then a shudder and ‘why aren’t you with someone’. She stared to bounce on my shaft telling me that I must get to fuck a lot telling me that I was ‘so good’. I was about to cum when she jumped off and pinched my balls to stop me. After a few moments she lay beside me and lay her head on my chest. I sent the next 20 minutes or so answering a dozen questions, would I let her come to visit, (she lived a good 200 hundred miles from me). I reminded her of that fact, she told me that I was the best fuck she had ever had and that it was worth it. I joked that if she was in the area and I had time to fit her in my diary then she could come and visit, already trying to put her off. She looked at me and said ‘make time’ then whispering in my ear she told me to ‘make love’ to her and to ‘be gentle’. I slid onto of her sweaty, sexy hot body and slid my cock into her very wet pussy and gently screwed her. We fucked gently for a good 20 minutes before neither of us cold take any more. She arched her back and announced that she was going to cum and with that she shook. I came in her hard several times, the two of us wrapped round each other, arms and legs gripping each others bodies. For several minutes she would shake then stop then shake again. She thanked me, then using her mouth she cleaned my soft cock making it a little stiffer again. The last time I saw her naked she was laying with her chin on my cock telling me that ‘this was good’ and that she hoped we would see each other again. And with that she left. We had been fucking on and off for 4 hours, (there was a lot of resting I may add). The last I saw of her was at the evening meal with her family where she managed to give me a quick smile. For some reason I couldn’t get her out of my head, I wasn’t in love or anything, it was just the ridiculous way a total stranger just walks into my bedroom and demands sex. Two weeks later I was shagging a regular Fuck Buddy friend so I don’t regret the fact that she didn’t; ask for my address or contact details because it would have been awkward for me to refuse. But it is strange how women van be just a predatory when it comes to sex as men.