"Well, aren't you the jumpy one."

"Sorry. Excuse me. I didn't see you there."

"Didn't see me?" she said, sounding oddly peeved. I could quickly see that in her younger days, she must have been a real head turner, so perhaps she took my words as a slight. Off to a great start, pal!

"Actually, I was looking for the dog." I rubbed the back of my head with one hand, looking uncertain.

"What the Hell is that supposed mean?"

Fuck me, can I pick em', or what?

"Lady, please. It's the truth. I just don't want to get my arm tore off."

She swatted her hands together and then laughed, her rough exterior falling away.

"I don't have a dog." she pushed her hat back with the back of one hand, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Lotsa cows though. I hear they bite worse than a dog."

I smiled sheepishly. "Cows don't bite."

"So you're smarter than the average city folk who come out here." she teased.

"Well, speaking of which, I was hoping to talk to someone about some antiques and collectables."

"Not interested." she replied, hardly before I finished saying the words, and just waving a dirty glove in the air at me. "Been picked over more than once, and they all say the same thing."

I deflated a little and then straightened up with a sigh, making to turn away.

"I see. Well, thanks anyway." As I turned to my van, I could smell the heat and hear that hot ping sound of the engine. I took a deep breath and turned around to face her again. She hadn't moved, just stood there leaning again on one arm against the tree, watching me.

"Is it ok if I sit here a while and let my van to cool down a bit?"

She was thoughtful for a moment. "All right. I suppose. If you need water, there's a hose." she motioned to a pump. "And it wouldn't hurt to open the hood."

"I'll do that." I smiled, relieved, and went back to the driver's side long enough to to do just that. I put it up as she had said, and stepped back from the whole works, hands on my hips...and that was that. This lady, whose name I didn't even know, had turned back around and went back to planting some flowers at the base of her tree. For an instant, it wasn't lost on me that she sure had a nice shape from where I stood, even though she was twice my age, probably. Those jeans looked good on her.

I admired the wonderful taper of her denim covered butt and the sweet cleft between them, just at the bottom, right above her thighs. A mental picture of pressing my face into that spot and breathing in crossed my mind, but then I shook my head and stepped up to check the radiator cap. A second later, I whipped my hand back and checked to make sure it hadn't just melted off.

"If you're going to open the cap, use a rag." The lady had turned and was looking at me over her shoulder.

"I don't dare. Bad thermostat, I think." I stammered. "It'll blow antifreeze over the place."

"You sure came prepared." she replied, sitting up on her knees and untying a kerchief from around her neck. I felt even dumber than usual standing there. I rubbed my palm, still hot and stinging, as she got up and walked over to me.

I kept my eyes down. The last thing I needed was her catching me checking her out, and it was a sign of how dispirited I was to feel myself stir a little over this mature, sexy woman. She just had a look, that was all. Probably the country air. Or three weeks spent sleeping in the van. She handed me her kerchief and touched her nose with the back of one gloved hand.

"Leave it on for now. It's just going to boil over." she said.

I dabbed at my hand, disgusted and frustrated. She stepped up, pulled off her gloves, and took my hand for a moment, checking my red palm.

"That's nothing." she said with a smile. She must have warmed to me a little then, because she switched her grip and shook my hand next, firmly, looking up at me and squinting in the sunlight.

"Lynn." she said.

"Jeff." I smiled.

"No luck so far, huh, Jeff?" she asked. She let go of my hand, turning and tossing her gloves down near her garden tools, before putting both her own hands on her back to stretch, arching her back and pushing her ample breasts up and out. Her tank top showed some very nice cleavage this close up. I looked at my feet again.

"Not a bit." I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt, hooking my thumbs in the pockets of my jeans.

She tilted her hat back again, and more of her blond hair fell out from behind one ear. It was streaked with some gray, sure, but now that I saw her up close, she came across as even more attractive than I had thought at first. Like I thought before, she must have been someone who easily turned heads back in the day. She still could, to be honest. She was tall and glowing with health, with lines to her face that made her look beautifully mature, now that I had a closer look at her.

She shifted her hands back to her hips once she was done stretching, and looked me straight in the eye.

"You don't seem like those other dummies. What's the deal?"

I shrugged. "I'm a bust. I figured I would give it a shot with what money I had, but it's like it's all been picked over."

"That it has." she smiled humorlessly. "Honey, you got to move fast to beat the vultures. No matter where you are in life."

She looked around at her own place and I shot a quick glance at her lightly freckled cleavage. My dick stirred just a little more. That tank top was tight and pure white, alluring with how she had her over shirt tied over stomach. That, and she glowed in the sun. All golden lines and white light, breasts and a narrow waist, nice hips, long legs.

She looked back at me a moment later.

"Want me to show you around, anyway?" she asked. "Take a look while you wait?"

Take a look? I already was.

As it went, Lynn defrosted the more she seemed to enjoy showing me her place, even stopping once to bring us out some lemonade before we continued our walk around the outer buildings.

What was surprising was that she had a lot of nice things, kept all orderly and clean inside them, but the more she showed me around the less I cared about any collecting. What surprised me at that point was that she trusted me like this, telling me she was a fine judge of character, and this was why her things stayed put when other city 'vultures' came calling. I found myself enjoying the tour, caring less and less about anything except her company. Lynn had on some kind of light, flowered perfume and when we walked through one of the last barns, she took her hat off and shook out her hair some more, a lot of it falling down around her temples, the rest pinned up in a careless bun. The look was startling.

She was hot.

As we moved on, I had such a hard on by then I was scared she would see it. I was paying more and more attention to this fine older woman than anything she was showing me. I could see she wore tiny little pearl earrings, and I started fantasizing about kissing her neck and back up behind those earrings. She talked on, but I didn't hear much. I just politely walked next to her, my hands shoved in my pockets, and with my baggy t-shirt, I could more or less keep the fact of my hard on concealed.

Thankfully, Lynn didn't really look at me as walked, going on about sales and buyers and tickets, and times she had livestock shows out here. Mostly horses, and how she was planning to do it again. We walked into a low green house full of open glass windows and empty planters. It was cool, clean and breezy in here and the place had little wooden benches and tables lining the sides. Suddenly, she stopped. Right ahead of me as I followed in her steps. She was saying something about how she actually wanted to tear this place down and make room for a proper auction stall. None of that mattered. I was following so close to her, I ran right into her!

It was never more obvious to us both, when my hard cock well and truly poked her right in the butt cheek.

I stepped back quickly, but it was too late, and I was already blushing as Lynn spun around and looked at me...then down at my crotch.

"What was that?" she asked, but her own cheeks colored a little. She was a bold woman, I'll give her that much, and she didn't miss a thing.

"Nothing." I tried to answer, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

"Do you have...are you hard?" she asked in surprise, her eyes narrowing a little as she stressed the word.

"No." I protested weakly.

"You have a hard on." she said definitively, and once again she turned to me and put her hands on her hips. She gestured at my crotch and I could have just died on the spot for the embarrassment. "Why the Hell do you have an erection, Jeff?"

What could I say? I took my hands out of my pockets.

"Sorry."

"What is this?" she asked with another frown.

I rubbed the back of my neck again.

"A penis?" I said.

"That's not funny." she frowned harder. "What is this? What are you about?"

She was fearless and starting to fume a little, from the looks of it. She had been nice enough to show me around and the situation had turned outrageous.

"What do you want me to say?" I croaked. "I'm thankful you showed me around, but the more we walk around here, the more I like you. I like you, alright? I like this place. It's like a vacation after weeks spent sleeping in that stupid van. You're also the first person whose been nice to me. The best thing to happen to me, so far. And...and you're hot. Okay? Stupid, cliched, whatever. Call me a jerk and tell me to fuck off on outta here, but you're hot."

She blinked at me as the words poured out and then waved a hand dismissively, looking away. Was it just me or did she seem a little startled?

"Yeah, sure. I'm the antique here. I'm old enough to be your..."

"For God's sake, don't say that." I was exasperated. "I've been soaking up how hot you are since you shook my hand and I've been enjoying it ever since. I don't care how old anybody is."

"You're just young." she snorted, with a dubious look and tossing me complete disdain. "Cooped up in a van."

"What are you talking about?" I gulped. "I want to bury my head in the sand after bumping into you like this. In fact, it's amazing you're letting me go on like this, with you standing right here with a perfect stranger and hearing him confess to his hard on."

"You sure do carry on. You always talk this much?" she frowned again, looking back at me.

"I'm not about to try anything."

"I know that. I said I could judge a fella's character, or we wouldn't be standing here having this discussion...as you say."

There was an uncomfortable pause and to my shock, she actually chuckled.    "You look mortified."

"I am. Maybe I should just..."

"I can see how much you like me." Lynn smirked. "You don't think I saw you checking me out?"

I swallowed hard, my heart skipping a beat at the implications. Despite myself, caring little for the repercussions the longer we stood there, I dared to make a cock adjustment right there in front of her, reaching down and shoving it to the side in my jeans so it wasn't so obvious. I had been wanting to do that for half an hour. Perhaps it was her initial reaction. Her manner since then. Perhaps her boldness rubbed off on me, for now my own embarrassment had begun to fade. I didn't know what to expect, but I also didn't want to ruin it.

"I didn't want to spoil this." I motioned at the greenhouse, indicating how she had given me the dime tour all around her place. "You showing me around. I tell you, anything sexual was the farthest thought from my mind."

"Not so far to be walking around like that. And it doesn't look like it's going anywhere any time soon."

"I can't believe we're talking about this." I groaned.

"So you're just a white knight with a boner?" she asked directly. More of her slightly rough humor, backed up by another smirk, but since neither of us had bolted away from the situation, I kept standing my ground and just shrugged.

"So you've been thinking about me all this time as we walked around?" she went on.

"It's more than that. It's everything, like I said. It's nice out here. It's nice being near...you. I dunno." I sighed and went for broke. "Think of it more like admiring you, until I have a chance to jerk off tonight."

"Aren't you cute." she replied coolly. "So you never thought about...more?" now her own voice seemed to have a catch in it.

"Yes, but not that it could happen." I swallowed, my mouth dry.

"Why not?"

"Excuse me?"

Lynn turned and sat down on one of the benches, with her back to a table, setting her straw hat down next to her on the seat. She sighed and crossed her legs, and leaned back on her elbows.

"You're not the only one enjoying the company. Like I said, I've seen you checking me out."

"Then why did you seem so surprised just now?"

"It's just been awhile since a man reacted to me like that, that's all. Maybe it's, I don't know, hard to believe anymore?" She looked away again, a touch of sadness to her words. As bold as she was, Lynn wasn't about to make a move either. Both of us appeared to be a mix of self-conscious conflict, coupled with desire and need.

I stared at her for a long moment then, but not long enough that she would start to get back up. Then I walked right up to her. She didn't move, she just turned back and looked up at me. Without a word I unzipped my pants and slipped my cock out before I had a chance to think about what I was doing. Right in front of her. Amazed at my own boldness, I held my hand splayed out around the base of my hard on and looked her in the eye.

"Lynn, this is how you make me feel." I said, in awe of her, and I just reached out and brought her face and my cock together, pressing my tip to her lips. Lynn had many options by that point. Believe me. Opening her lips was one of them, to be sure. Slapping me away and smashing me in the balls before kicking me in the face was up there, too.

...but Lynn opened her lips.

She let me slip it right into her mouth, and she didn't pull away, she just stared up at me and then reached up and hooked her hands in my front pockets, closed her eyes, and started sucking my dick.

For long minutes, that's all that happened. I looked down at her, that is when I could keep my eyes open, and held the back of her head lightly with my fingers, her hair soft and warm like silk, drinking in what I didn't think could ever have been possible.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me again, letting me see how her strong cheekbones sucked in and out as she moved her mouth back and forth on my glistening cock. I groaned with delight, thrusting a little towards her face. A moment later, she pulled her lips off my cock with a little pop.

"For someone who didn't dare make a move, right now you're pretty fucking bold."

I looked down with such a look of consternation, she just tickled my balls and laughed, tapping my dick against her tongue.

"It's all right." she said, and then she sucked her way back down the full length of my cock. I thought she would stop, but she didn't, bringing my full length right down her throat and wiggling her face against me at the base of my cock, so that my pubic hair tickled her nose.

"Holy fuck!" I groaned aloud. I started thrusting even more, lightly holding her head with both hands now, and well and truly fucking her sexy mature face. She took it like a trooper, cupping my balls and fondling them as I pumped into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, Lynn, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out.

She waited just that long. If she meant to pull me out and direct me away from her face, it was just a second too late, and my first spurt caught her in the throat. The other three followed so quickly, all she could do was lift her chin and let me blow my load all over her chest, where my cum started beading towards her cleavage.

"Don't...oh, well." she deflated a little, stilling holding my cock as my spasms squirted out the last dribble on her skin.

"Shit! I'm sorry. Fuck." I stammered. "Let go. Please." I gasped. I was super sensitive and could barely stand it with her holding my dick like that.

She let go and I stepped back, bending a little at the waist, my hands on my thighs and breathing hard. Lynn stood up smoothly and started untying her checkered over shirt, while looking down at her cum covered chest. I scrambled with my shorts, jeans and zipper as she took the shirt and dabbed gently at the wet mess on her chest and neck.

Boy, did I just fuck up, or what?

Lynn noticed my horror. Her eyes crinkled with mischief and delight, but she looked a little sad.

"I'm sorry." I stammered.

"Don't worry about it."

She stepped up to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and looked back down at her chest, dabbing at my cum a little more with the balled up cloth. Through that tank top, her nipples were dark, hard and large under the pure white fabric.

"What do you mean?" I swallowed, wishing I had another glass of lemonade.

"It's nothing.' she said.

I stood there at a loss now, myself.

"What is it?" I pressed.

Lynn let out a long, drawn out sigh and put her hands on her hips, still holding her crumpled up shirt in one hand.

"I know I don't have the body I once had. I just thought...well..." she paused, looking down at herself and brushing at her tank top with her fingers.

"You were just excited. That's all."

 I got it then that she she still didn't seem to believe what I'd said. She was just chalking this up to how being younger than her, I was randy enough that anything would and could get me off. She had it all wrong. As she sighed a weary smile and looked up at me again, I just stepped up and took her by the waist and pulled her a little close to me, my pants half zipped up.

"You think this happened just because I was worked up?" I asked.

"Didn't it?" she challenged, looking up at me.

"I meant every word I said." I smiled at her.

"Did you?"

I paused, and then started tugging her tank top up and out of where it was tucked into her jeans.

"Take this off." I said softly. She hesitated for a moment, long enough I thought she would stop me, but then together we slipped it up and off over her head. Lynn's breasts poured out of it and did this wonderful little bounce back into place as the tank top slid off of them. She kept her arms up and shook out her hair as well, combing it out with her fingers in the air and surreptitiously watching me. I was standing there, staring in awe at her tits and her wide, dark nipples, which tapered to two hard ends. Her nipples were so long and so hard, they had stretched out to a lighter shade of color than her darker areola. She was very excited herself, but before she could lower her arms and cover them up, I took her by the waist again and locked my mouth around her left nipple.

Lynn's response was classical. She sighed deliciously this time, leaning back in my arms and giving me her breast as I brought my hands up to her chest, leaning back on the table behind her with both hands.

"Oh, my, my, my." she sighed, with laughter in her voice, as I switched to the right one, her nipples hard as ever between my lips and growing longer, as my hands groped her softly. She then slid her butt up onto the table behind her, watching me still go at her breasts.

Of course she had seen better days. Her breasts had moved downward with time and her skin was freckled, but she was in fine shape, with her tits full and warm and the most sensuous nipples. The texture of her areolas against my lips as I truly started sucking them was intoxicating, and Lynn finally started moaning when she could see how much I enjoyed the touch of her.

"Oh, God, yes." she sighed, taking it in. She leaned back more, bringing her denim covered legs up around my sides and an old flower pot tipped over noisily just like in the movies. We both started, and ended up laughing together. Lynn still had her legs up against me, topless, the two of us laying half back over the table. I had my hands down on the top of it, kissing her now, and she kissed me back, before breaking away with a hungry expression. She licked her lips, judging the moment as she lay back a little in front of me, rubbing her legs on my sides. She reached up and cupped her own tits and then looked up at me with a sly smile.

"Eat my pussy?" she teased.

Playfully, it just wasn't that easy. We were in a greenhouse after all, and talking softly to each other, we sought a way I could get my mouth down between her legs, without Lynn actually having to strip all the way down naked. Neither of us were sure, but neither of us were we stopping, as Lynn slid off the table and went about undoing her belt to get her jeans open.

"Maybe we could..."

"What if I..."

Feeling inspired, when she finally folded open her jeans and pushed them down her thighs to show me her enticing pink lace panties, I just knelt down on that rough old wood floor...and turned her around.

Remember what I said before about burying my face up that ass? In that magical cleft between her butt cheeks? In a heartbeat I had her around and slid down the back of her panties with one smooth move. Lynn didn't say a word, and I felt her tense up a little. Perhaps she was feeling self conscious again, though unable to help herself, when I smothered her bare butt cheeks with kisses. The tension melted out of her pretty quickly at that.

She bent back over the table at that point, pushing her ass out to me and showing me her cleft. I didn't even hesitate and I just slid my face right up into her ass, in exactly the way I had fantasized about before.

She cried out when my eager tongue found her warm sex, and she even tossed her hair back over her shoulders and slapped the table.

"Oh...oh, fuck!"

What I lacked in finesse, I made up for in enthusiasm. In my sexual haze, for a moment I managed to think on how Lynn probably hadn't had this kind of attention in a long time, so I spared her nothing. I delighted in her, her scents and her tastes, no matter her maturity, drawn in by the soft, warm cleanliness that radiated from between her legs. I virtually sucked on her full, meaty pussy lips, tugging them softly, letting them go, and then sucking on them once more. I kissed all around her pussy then and snuggled my face into her, dragging her wet slit and lips across my features, and delighting at the wetness she left on me. Then, reaching up, my tongue found her protruding clit and her reaction at that drew my own cock fully hard once more. The sound of her drove me on to suckle, lick, flick, nibble and circle that pink little button with my tongue, and when the tempo of her gasps and moans changed to a deeper lust, holding her open, I started licking her full length. I don't mean just her pussy, I mean her full length. Reaching down and pushing my tongue into her pale blonde pubic hair, I started from the hood of her clit and drew my tongue all the way up across her, right to the crack of her ass and beyond.

Lynn, feeling me run my tongue from her hair, over her clit, up her pussy, over her asshole, and then even higher, was driven to new heights. I had a glimpse of her gripping one breast, her head back, and her full shapely ass spasmed each time my tongue passed over her little pucker. Suddenly, a few moments after I began my long licks, her sex clenched up and her juices flowed out over my tongue as her orgasm burst through her.

I was carelessly drunk on her by then and I lapped and licked and sucked and circled my tongue all round and inside her pink hole while she came, my nose in her asshole, and gripping her firm calves while feeling her cum. Then, a soft hand gently reached back and pushed me away from her steaming sex.

"Jeff...oh my God....wow..." she was breathless. I licked my lips, my heart racing, and stood up, seeing how her full hanging breasts rested on the wood table, ringlets of her blonde hair falling down around her face as she held herself up on one arm and looked over her shoulder at me.

Breathing hard myself, I again undid my jeans and exposed myself, showing it to her again, and her eyes wide a little wide.

"Seriously?" she gasped.

"More than I ever have been before."

Lynn sighed and settled down, laying over her arms on the table, her legs still straight, her ass up near my lap, thinking it over and catching her breath.

"I don't want to stop."

"Neither do I."

"Put that...put that wherever you want." she said, her eyes shining with a strange energy.

"Do you mean...are you serious?"

All she did was nod.

What do you want me to tell you about that? How at first I stepped up behind her and slid my cock into her? How it felt to push her open, feeling her pussy slide down over me like a glove? How wet she stayed and how soon her own body woke back up to soft thrusting of my hard cock? How her pussy was a firm envelope gripping my shaft and sucking me with her own body as she pushed back against my thrusting? How long we actually did that? Just the sound of us fucking, gasping with each other, my lap slapping her ass and how she took it like a champ bent over in her own greenhouse? I think, if it's actually possible, we lost track of time, but at some point, with her tits swinging wildly with the force of my pounding, Lynn looked back at me again over her shoulder. As hard as I was, it was almost too soon after my last orgasm, and I vaguely recall just how long I had been fucking her like that and how my back was starting to ache. She, on the other hand, kept her focus long enough to know we needed to finish.

"In...in my ass!" she cried out, her head falling forward and her hair spilling around her face.

"Are...are you sure?"

All she did was nod. After that, I didn't even question it, and with my cock so thoroughly heated and slick from her potent pussy, I slid back out, aimed myself upward, and began pushing into her star the very next moment. To my surprise, which began the first stirs of lightning deep down in my bowels, Lynn was flexing her puckered asshole open and closed for me, in time with my pushing into her ass and this aided in my penetration for suddenly I was past her strong rim, and her butt locked around my tip and started sucking me in. After that it was easy, and just pushing firmly, I went up inside that wonderful round bottom, driving her to cry out and shove a hand down into her own pussy, riding it, with one leg pulled up on the table as I fucked her in the ass.

There was no way I could last at that, and I said so. All Lynn did by way of reply was to clench her stretched out asshole around and me and I erupted, spurting inside her deeply another four times, like before, crying out over her while she egged me on in a begging, gasping, manner sprinkled in with a little dirty talk.

What was left after that? What would you have me say now? How we lay there together with my cock up her butt, having just two hours before been walking around this place like polite strangers, but now both coming down from an unexpected sexual high in a greenhouse of all places? How we talked intimately together, yet still a little shy as we got dressed again, watching Lynn pull her jeans and panties back up and knowing my cum was undoubtedly leaking out of her ass as we went back up to her house?

I'll skip over the details of getting cleaned up, having a late supper on the farm and all the rest that happens after sex, but know this much...my van stayed where it was that night, with plenty of time to cool down, while things heated up inside.

...but that's another story.