The Driving Lesson: Young Housewife Handles Old Man's Gearstick (The Old Geezers)

THE DRIVING LESSON

Hot Young Woman Drives Old Man Crazy

Lovely 20-something housewife Jenna Wilkins likes her elderly neighbor Mr Swanage in an “isn’t he sweet” kind of way. But when he offers to take Jenna out on a driving lesson, she soon discovers he has other things on his mind, and she’s quite happy to play with his gear stick.

WARNING

This story is only suitable for adult readers. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between an old man and a younger woman. The characters depicted are aged 18+.
Intimate acts featured in the story include M/F consensual sex, oral sex. Although the characters don’t use condoms, the author encourages all her readers to always practice safe sex.

EXTRACT

We stepped out of the car. It was warm, and the smell of pines played at my nostrils. Birds tweeted in the trees. My high heels sank into the soft earth.
“I do have a blanket in the boot of the car, just in case we might want to… perhaps sit down for a while,” said Mr Swanage.
My elderly companion lumbered around the rear of the car while I gazed at the beauty of nature.
It was almost like a natural amphitheater. The trees hemmed us in on all sides, and the only entrance – or exit – was the route by which we had come. It wasn’t a well-worn path, so I did not expect we’d have anyone joining us.
I felt a shudder run through me. Being alone here with my dear old neighbor gave me a frisson, though I berated myself: why should being in Mr Swanage’s company elicit such a feeling? He was a sweet, kindly old gentleman. I saw him not as an exciting escort, but as a comforting chum.
I heard him return from retrieving the blanket, but didn’t turn to greet him. Instead I gazed into the pine forest. Without warning, I suddenly felt his hand rest on my bottom.
I gasped and turned round. He was also staring toward the trees, the blanket draped over his left arm while he stroked by butt with his other hand. He was doing it quite nonchalantly, as if it were perfectly normal.
“Mr Swanage,” I said, my voice catching, “you are being rather cheeky, don’t you think?”
He looked up at me, his wrinkly old face creased by a wide grin. “Mrs Wilkins, I do apologize for being so forward. It’s just you are the most beautiful young lady I’ve seen in a long while – probably ever – and to have a little grope is just too tempting. You have such a perfectly shaped ass, my dear.”
“That might be so, Mr Swanage, but it is a married one.”