It's a new sensation

It's a new sensation As time passes, age shows us that the world is made up of new possibilities which arise from fresh perspectives hitherto unknown or even unexplored by us; at sixty years old I understood what it really meant to explore new opportunities and let myself be carried away by them without neuroses, fears or social impediments. All I wanted was only to experience the new and the unfamiliar, drawing from both as much pleasure as they could offer me. At the same time, in addition to discovering an erectile dysfunction that I began treating with daily doses of medication prescribed by my cardiologist, I also had problems with hemorrhoidal fissures, which besides being painful disturbed my rectal tract; I started using a ointment recommended by a proctologist and everything became calmer. This scenario left me somewhat unmotivated, although I never stopped practicing regular physical activity and controlling food intake, these inconveniences made sex become something more selective and full of hesitations. One day, finishing my morning run/walk circuit I passed by a square near home where the terminal of two bus lines is installed; although this square was part of my regular circuit that day, I noticed something interesting: in one of the collectives parked at an escape area from the plaza, where they usually waited for their transfers or even made their stops to eat and rest. Instinctively, and even in a mask, I greeted her; she was surprised by my disinterested approach and cheerful tone of voice. She raised her face, looked at me, smiled and returned the greeting. Without knowing how to explain it, that return made me interested in her: she was about fifty years old, with light brown hair of medium length tied on horse tail, thin lips, brown eyes and an air of lively and experienced womanhood. As for the body, one could hardly assume anything since uniforms often conceal female forms. Driven by this interest, I decided to invest in the possibility; I then greeted her whenever I met her and always received a smiling and charming return. After some time, I stopped and asked her name; she said it was Eudora, more commonly known as Dora; we chatted for a while, and since I'm such a curious subject, I explored more about her. Dora was separated with an adolescent son who attended vocational high school, living in a neighborhood on the outskirts of the same region where he worked. Dora liked to dance, but in time she stopped doing so as work and necessity consumed all her free time; she made a few sewing knickknacks, and also kept diaries when the hours allowed it, and for that matter loved television series comic strips. From that first contact onwards whenever possible I would stop to talk with her either at intervals between journeys or during her lunch break. We became friends and also a little confidant; I told her about my problems, demonstrating that she could trust in his discretion; on the other hand Dora also spoke to me of her tribulations ..., until we got into "sex". She said that since separation their sexual forays had been somewhat frustrating, and that they feared venturing into unfamiliar territory especially at work because there was so much sexism around it. "But, if you don't mind me asking", I said with some fear of embarrassing her. "Hey, my friend! What's the use of fingers?" she replied, letting out a soft laugh that followed. I ended up following her laughter and agreed with her answer. "I know what you're talking about, in my case it isn't the fingers but the whole hand!" I corrected myself which caused more laughs. Dora told me that she used to masturbate quite regularly either in the morning or at the end of the day when arriving home and running for a bathroom, and over time improved on this technique getting very good orgasms. For my part, I said that I would also stretch my pussy using erotic videos on my mobile phone whenever possible. - But, Neto, I want to know something <unk> she told me in a whispering tone <unk> What I like most is sucking on hard roll! I asked, sensing that an opportunity was opening up. But it's not easy to do this, is it? "Not really!" she replied with a naughty smile. And the most interesting thing is that if I could, I would like to suckle a male right here..., inside the bus! We were silent for a few minutes, and when we intended to resume our conversation Dora's chauffeur-partner approached announcing that it was time to leave; we said goodbye, and I felt something in the air...something tense and instigating. For a few days Dora and I didn't see each other, and I had this feeling that maybe she was avoiding me for fear of what it would be like to meet again after her confession about oral sex. - Grandson, I wanted to ask you something <unk> she asked me the other day in a hesitant voice <unk> But I don't want you to be mad at me, okay? - You can ask whatever you want that didn't get upset <unk> I answered in a calm tone. "Have you ever had sex in public?" she asked, looking cross. -No..., I never did! <unk> I answered naturally <unk> Now you've made me curious ..., why the question? "Oh, I thought something stupid!" she replied. - It's not like that! You made me curious! <unk> I corrected with a straight face <unk> What did you think when you asked this? Dora tried by all means to evade the answer, but realizing that I would not give up on getting a satisfaction after much insistence she ended up confessing that she had an enormous desire to suckle a male right there inside the bus. I admit that at first the idea excited me, however I also felt very afraid of possible consequences. Dora still tried to change the subject, but realized that I was intrigued with the possibility. -But, tell me..., how could we do that? <unk> I asked after a while, unable to hide my anxiety. She then told me that her partner, the driver, would be willing to turn a blind eye if he received financial compensation. Dora went on to say it didn't take much money and could only be done at the end of the workday while they collected the vehicle for storage. The fact that the adventure involved money did not bother me so much as whether it might actually happen; I asked her for some time to think about it. "All right, Neto", she said sadly. But I don't want to lose you because of it, okay? I reassured her, stating that our relationship was more solid than she could imagine, and kept asking for time to think. I went home, and before reaching my destination a thought illuminated me: "Why not?" Without wasting time, and since I had the contact number on my mobile phone, I sent a message to Dora confirming that she accepted the challenge and asking about the amount intended for the driver; she replied me, and in view of the petty importance requested, I stumbled immediately. The next day I took the money to her, who thanked me, informing that at an opportune moment she would notify me, except it could be late at night or perhaps earlier. While waiting for Dora's news about our adventure, we continued to see each other regularly; although she did not touch on the subject avoiding mutual anxiety, I felt that she barely fit in herself to see her fantasy fulfilled; I, for my part, also tried to disguise it, but was full of expectation about the event. My only fear had to do with the fact that if it happened at night, I would have no way to leave home without arousing suspicion, especially because of the pandemic and confinement. -Look, Neto ..., I think it will be today <unk> she whispered to me on a morning after we talked as usual <unk> Our car has some small problems, and there by the eighteenth , let's collect ... you are smart that I warn you, okay? I shook my head and went home, counting down the hours to the most unusual adventure of my life. Shortly before eighteen o'clock Dora sent me a message with details for our meeting. She read it carefully, then left saying that she needed to go to her local grocery store as well as the bank. I walked down the street leading into Main Avenue where there was an adjacent road with little traffic. As soon as I got there, Dora's bus was parked discreetly under the leafy tops of two trees very close together; on approaching the front door it opened and the driver came down. He stared at me for a few seconds then raised his right thumb signaling that everything had been released. I got on the bus and saw Dora sitting in the passenger seat which is right next to her work station with the access rack; I jumped over the physical barrier and stood up against it; Dora turned toward me, unbuttoned her uniform shirt, pulled down her bra and showed off her delicious breasts. It wasn't long before Dora took the initiative; she got down on her knees between my legs, and carefully pulled my bermuda down until it showed off my hard thong. "Wow! How thick!" Dora smiled just before she began to lick the gland, wrapping it with her lips and sucking firmly, making me groan in excitement while her hand massaged my balls down near my ass which she also brazenly boiled. It didn't take long for her to make the pica disappear inside of her mouth, now sucking, then licking from the glans up into the bag and then turning back and swallowing again. Dora had mastered the art of suckling, and she did it with such diligence that it was impossible not to go mad dominated by her velvety mouth; sometimes she would hold my stick by its base and beat it on her face exhibiting an almost hypnotic look of ecstasy and a wry smile. After sucking a lot, Dora stood up again and began to take off her jeans as well as the tiny thread-lined underpants she was wearing, displaying a smooth, perfect bouquet. "What are you doing, crazy?" I asked in an alarmed tone that almost stuttered. I want to sit on that pike!" she replied in an exasperated tone, wasting no time taking a stand and holding the roll with her hand down over it. Dora began to ride me in that position, holding the side-bar with one hand and the other on the support of the backrest; she went up and down as if distraught, full of a maddened enthusiasm, throwing her head backwards and forwards, now groaning, then screaming hysterically, and enjoying herself like a hot dog. I restrained myself as best I could, since so much provocation stimulated my libido by requiring me also to reach its peak; meanwhile, it kept itself under control. And when some time later I warned her about my mockery coming, Dora gave a strong sit on the stick, staring at me. "Come mock me in my mouth, I need to drink your fuckin' water you freak!" she said breathlessly and anxiously. Immediately she got off me, and returned to her knees between my legs licking, sucking and punching my roll in a vigorous way full of desire. With so much effort I felt a shiver followed by a spasm with my muscles contracting violently until the pulsation became more intense and my enjoyment overflowed hot and torrential; I ejaculated forcefully, projecting jets of sperm that were received into Dora's gluttonous mouth. She could not hold back all the semen, and part of it slipped into my belly leaving me licked; proudly she looked at me with her mouth wide open displaying the load that she had held inside; and with a cheeky smile Dora swallowed up my semen showing herself fulfilled and satisfied. Before we were finished, she licked my stomach and roll, leaving everything very clean; we were getting ourselves together when we heard some knocks on the collective's door...it was the driver warning us that the show had to end. We said goodbye with a long kiss, and Dora thanked me for fulfilling her fantasy; I replied that she didn't have to say thanks because it had become my fantasy as well. In the days afterwards we still saw each other several times, always talking about our adventure and looking forward to another opportunity. But unfortunately what is good does not last forever. Dora was eventually transferred to another line, and I assumed that it had been the machinations of this driver. We kept in touch by cell phone until she disappeared without warning.