In the light of an unusual request (PART ONE)

Recently, I found myself in a curious, if not unexpected and unusual situation; I cultivate the habit of walking and running through the neighborhood where I live, and sometimes these walks consist of steep routes, with climbs, descents, bumpy sidewalks, where I try to strengthen the muscles of my legs, although the continuous use of medications to control blood pressure sometimes causes the formation of edemas that need to be treated. In any case, I choose to do my utmost to keep myself as active and healthy as possible. One day, as I was running backwards down a steep-sided street, I heard a humorous comment from someone coming down the same slope. "That's really nice, isn't it?" was the comment; as I slowed my pace, I saw a lady of about sixty or seventy, wearing a knee-length printed dress, but with a cropped skirt for her age. -You have no idea how well you do, my beautiful! <unk> I answered with joy in the voice <unk> Sometimes it would be good if you also did ... -Oh, my dear, I prefer another kind of exercise! <unk> she interrupted with a naughty tone. And what kind of exercise do you prefer? -Ah, you know! <unk> she exclaimed with a smile <unk> One that is made between four walls on top of the bed, or even on the floor! "Wow, you're a bit of a jerk, aren't you?" I said with another smile, stopping my exercise and staring at the old woman full of herself. "Well, by any chance, do you know something better?" she jokingly commented. "And if you do, you don't have to tell me... I don't want to know!" -Well, actually, you're right <unk> I answered, settled <unk> Then your husband must be a happy man... -I don't have a husband! <unk> she replied before I could continue <unk> And not even a male ..., who wants an old woman like me! At that moment, I looked closely at my interlocutor; she was something between one and sixty or sixty-five centimeters; the face was very marked by wrinkles, some deep, denouncing her age above sixty or seventy years, but still bore the air of a woman who had once been, beautiful and even attractive. The body, hidden over the dress, seemed in shape, and the arms were not hairy, showing a certain tone above the expected. She had thin lips and small eyes, with an air of a good old woman, but still, hiding an aura of naivety; the hair at the shoulder height, was discolored, denouncing a certain lack of care for the gray threads, although they gave her an air of nakedness and very sincere. As for the cleavage, he foreshadowed a pair of breasts whose size varied between medium and large. I deduced, in the end, that the old woman still had a broth! - Look, I'll tell you something <unk> I answered by approaching her <unk> I would be interested in a woman like you... And what do you intend to do about it? I replied without hesitation, making it clear that I was playing into her hands. -Look, I live there <unk> she said pointing to a gate that led to a staircase that went down below street level <unk> In the first house ..., I go to the market to buy some things ..., that's my cell phone number ... Immediately, I took out my handset and registered the number, and found out that her name was Iraci; she did the same, asking me to make a call so that she could register my number. "Can I call you as soon as I get home?" she asked in a hesitant tone, fearing my answer. - Of course you can <unk> I answered <unk> I'll be waiting ..., anxiously! Iraci did not wait for me to finish, and tried to continue to his destination; I, in turn, also continued with my exercise. About twenty minutes later, my phone vibrated; I answered ..., it was Iraci. "Hi, I'm already at home ..., the door is unlocked and the gate too ..., see if you can get in without attracting attention! " She did not wait for my answer, ending the call. I think that situation made me even more excited, especially by the forbidden that it seemed to involve, since she had asked me discretion to find her; I went to meet her; as soon as I opened the iron gate, I caught sight of the staircase that went down to a long corridor, where some doors could be seen on the left side, denoting itself to be a kind of cohabited dwelling. I closed the gate and went down the stairs; it did not take me long to realize that the second door on the left was ajar. I pushed it carefully and entered the house. It was a small, simple, but very well-kept room, with an <unk>L<unk>-shaped sofa, a center table and a television set on a small rack; on the right side you could see the kitchen and on the left the door to the bedroom, which was also ajar. Before I could pay any more attention to that environment, I heard a groan coming from inside the room. I called for Iraci, and immediately an answer came. - Come here, I'm waiting for you. Upon entering the room which was illuminated by a strategically placed lampshade on a mute servant in the opposite corner, I saw Iraci lying on the bed, bare and with her legs spread, smoothing her muzzle. -Come here, come! <unk> she insisted with a tone that did not hide her excitement <unk> Come here and suck me very tasty that I want to enjoy in your mouth! Iraci had a "small" body, and as soon as I approached I realized that time had been generous with her; without wasting time, I took off my clothes and plunged between her legs, delighting in her warm and moist kiss; I licked and sucked that juicy little thing, making my partner groan like crazy, while she was mocking in my mouth. I stifled her urge to scream by clinging to the pillow, and her whole body trembled at every new orgasm I gave her; I licked myself with that old cunt and full of horny enjoying successively, the taste of my tongue in her grill. But when I intended to climb over her and bury my roll in her little hole, she restrained me, pulling my face close to hers. You know, the walls have ears, today we're like this, all right for you? I did not respond given the state of excitement in which I found myself; I became angry, then turned myself over on the bed, holding my roll with his little hand and proceeding to masturbate myself slowly. She whispered in my ear as she stepped up her movements. Unable to react and feeling under the control of the old bitch, I stayed to enjoy the punch she gave me. "What a big dick you have!" she praised as she continued to masturbate. I looked at her breasts and became even more aroused; they were big and even a little sagging looked very appetizing. "I want to suck these delights!" I demanded as I felt them, feeling their volume and texture. -Chupa, my hard-on! <unk> She nodded, as I climbed her bust a little, until the beaks were within my reach. I sucked those nipples whose hard nipples were slightly protruding, rising to the center of the haloes in a lighter tone; I whimpered softly, without diverting her attention from my cock which she handled relentlessly. And in that mood, with my mouth quenching my thirst on those protruding breasts and her hand exercising my role, I reached orgasm, ejaculating on my belly. At the end of it all, Iraci ran to the bathroom that was in the door on the opposite side, from there returning with a wet towel; carefully, she cleaned me, having a little fun with the roll that still kept a certain late rigidity and smiling at me. We got dressed and she accompanied me to the door. It's been a long time since I've had such a good laugh! <unk> she commented, before opening the exit door <unk> I want more! - I want you too, tesuda! <unk> I responded by squeezing you in my arms <unk> I want to fuck you very hot ... -Everything in its time, you bastard! <unk> She interrupted me <unk> But for now, we can play ..., what do you think? I didn't answer, I just nodded and walked away.