Steve On A Tram, Josh At The Sauna
Steve texting me from the tram on his way home to get changed, saying he has to go to a meeting and then out to a work dinner, but he was horny and knew what else he'd like to be doing.
I text him back dirty messages, what I'd do to him if he wagged the meeting and the dinner and came over here.
He text back, "Stop it! Stop it! You've given me a boner that won't go away." (That's my boy) He said he tried adjusting it and some old guy noticed and was now giving him the eye, which he said was even more annoying as it really didn't help. Apparently, the old guy moved closer and was staring at him intently.
"Just spread your legs, honey and give the old boy a thrill." I text back. "Think stripper music. Think my hot hand down your pants around your stiffy."
"Would you quit!" came the reply. "This old guy is now looking at me like I'm a hamburger as if he hasn't eaten all day."
"Lie back and think how you'd like to be treated when you’re his age."
"I'm sure there is drool seeping from his mouth. It's disgusting!"
I don't know? What are we going to do when we're old?
I gave a really old guy a thrill at the sauna, a few years back. It was a slow Monday afternoon at the city sauna. He sidled up to me and was very obviously looking down at me in my towel, as we chatted. He said he wished he was fifty years younger, as he thought I was divine. (His words, not mine) He was lovely, smart, funny, had travelled the world. We chatted and laughed there in the dim confines of the sauna.
He was lecherous in the way he looked at me. He said you have no other choice when you are his age, nobody comes after you at 80.
“You have to get what you can,” he said. “Sure, it’s demeaning, in away, but the alternative is to lie down and die in your house.”
“Don’t say that.”
“When I was your age, I never dreamt it would come to this. But you don’t when you are young and beautiful, why would you.”
There was no one else around, so we went to a large cubicle and I did a sexy strip, even though I was only wearing a towel. I let him do whatever he wanted with his hands, touch me, stroke me, feel some young skin. No mouth and I wasn't reciprocating.
Well, it didn't cost me anything.
I hope someone is so kind when I'm 80.
I text him back dirty messages, what I'd do to him if he wagged the meeting and the dinner and came over here.
He text back, "Stop it! Stop it! You've given me a boner that won't go away." (That's my boy) He said he tried adjusting it and some old guy noticed and was now giving him the eye, which he said was even more annoying as it really didn't help. Apparently, the old guy moved closer and was staring at him intently.
"Just spread your legs, honey and give the old boy a thrill." I text back. "Think stripper music. Think my hot hand down your pants around your stiffy."
"Would you quit!" came the reply. "This old guy is now looking at me like I'm a hamburger as if he hasn't eaten all day."
"Lie back and think how you'd like to be treated when you’re his age."
"I'm sure there is drool seeping from his mouth. It's disgusting!"
I don't know? What are we going to do when we're old?
I gave a really old guy a thrill at the sauna, a few years back. It was a slow Monday afternoon at the city sauna. He sidled up to me and was very obviously looking down at me in my towel, as we chatted. He said he wished he was fifty years younger, as he thought I was divine. (His words, not mine) He was lovely, smart, funny, had travelled the world. We chatted and laughed there in the dim confines of the sauna.
He was lecherous in the way he looked at me. He said you have no other choice when you are his age, nobody comes after you at 80.
“You have to get what you can,” he said. “Sure, it’s demeaning, in away, but the alternative is to lie down and die in your house.”
“Don’t say that.”
“When I was your age, I never dreamt it would come to this. But you don’t when you are young and beautiful, why would you.”
There was no one else around, so we went to a large cubicle and I did a sexy strip, even though I was only wearing a towel. I let him do whatever he wanted with his hands, touch me, stroke me, feel some young skin. No mouth and I wasn't reciprocating.
Well, it didn't cost me anything.
I hope someone is so kind when I'm 80.
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