Is it the fine weather we are experiencing combined with the lock down that is making the older women becoming more wanton, uncontrolled, or is it just the ones around my area? One in particular has made no bones about the fact that she is gagging for sex. The only trouble is, she is a gossip. Every little thing that is said or done is passed around the scheme like wild fire. Anyway, I digress. Before the lock down I was sitting out in our sheltered area reading a book and enjoying the sunshine. Hi! A female voice brought a halt to my concentration. It was the female that I wrote about back in March 2019. I could see that she was upset and told her to sit down and tell me what was troubling her. “I think I’m dying,” she whispered. “Do you think I have long to live?”She asked me. I told her that she would probably outlive me and why did she have this idea about dying. She explained that she was having difficulty breathing and so presumed the worst. I’m not sure of her age but I think she is late fifties although her body looks younger. I stupidly tried to make light of it by saying to her, Oh! Well, I don’t suppose there is much chance of a blow job. She jumped to her feet and called me a Dirty Old Man and stormed off. I have seen her several times and each time she ignores me. That was until yesterday. Again I was sitting out soaking up the sunshine when she appeared. Hi, she said. Now although she is Scottish she sounds like Katherine Jenkins and has a body like Kate Moss and even greater legs. She was wearing very short shorts and a bralette. At least that was what she called it; I thought it was a bikini top. Hi, I replied, not expecting much of a conversation. She explained that her remote control for her TV wasn’t working and could I have a look at it. Now, I am not one to hold a grudge with someone who has chosen to ignore me. Especially with her, I often fantasise about her when I’m having a wank. Up to her flat we go and she hands over the remote control. Ugh! I exclaimed, it’s all sticky. She then said that her daughter had been to visit and had spilt a glass of coke over the remote. I told her that I would have to go and get some tools to open the remote. Just let yourself in, I’m going for a shower, she said. I could hear the shower still running as I entered her flat. Stripping down the remote was simple but the inside was covered in sticky coke. Firstly I cleaned the circuit board then had to wash the control buttons and finally dry everything before reassembling the parts and fitting new batteries. I was busy testing the remote, flicking through the TV channels when she entered the room. I sat mesmerised as she slowly sidled across the floor in my direction. The short towelling robe she was wearing barely covered her bum and pussy, her long naked legs fully on show. The top of the robe was slightly open allowing a view of her cleavage and the swelling of her fantastic breasts. You’ve got it working, you clever man she exclaimed, coming even closer. So close the smell of her perfume, Poison, I think, filled my nostrils. “How much do I owe you,” she asked. “Nothing” I replied, rising from the chair. “Well let me take care of that,” she said pointing at my obvious hard on. Before I could reply she was on her knees and pulling down my jogging pants. My old man sprung into view. “Mmm,” she uttered as she clasped her hand around my erect cock. Now I’m not that well endowed, probably about six and a half inches and shaved which gives the impression of being larger. Her open mouth was soon devouring my man hood. I slipped my hands down the front of her robe and grabbed hold of her ample tits. I found her nipples, hard little buds and rolled my fingers around them. A groan sounded in-between the slurping sound as she feasted on my cock. Every inch was sucked into her mouth, my cock buried to the hilt. I moved my hands outwards deliberately causing her robe to open and fall to the floor. I manoeuvred my body so that I could now get a clear view of her naked pussy. A thin strip of blonde hair pointed the way to the entrance of her pussy lips. I managed to slide one hand down over her naked belly and insert a finger into her hole. She was very wet and my finger slipped easily into her. I frigged her harder and she responded by wanking my cock and sucking harder. I warned her that I was about to cum. “Over my tits,” she whispered, pulling my cock up between her gorgeous tits. Jets of cum shot from my cock, covering her naked tits and some hitting her chin which she wiped with her finger before plunging it into her mouth and licking her fingers clean. I desperately wanted to fuck her but she point blank refused saying that maybe another time. She returned to the bathroom, walking the short distance totally naked, allowing me to ogle her naked bum as it wobbled up and down with every step she took. She was soon back from the bathroom, her robe firmly wrapped around her naked body. She thanked me again for fixing her remote and suggested that I should leave. How unpredictable women are? I was more than happy and can’t wait for another opportunity to be alone with her.