I was walking through the camping area from parking to the music/vendor space when I heard, “Hey, Steve!” Looking around I spied Steph sitting in front of her camping trailer puffing on a joint. She put the joint in the ashtray and stood to hug me as I approached. God, I love her hugs. She presses her entire self against me, as much contact as possible. I felt her small breasts pressing against my lower chest as she pushed her belly against my groin. As usual, my dick stirred slightly. I’ve come to believe she tries to invoke that response, not just in me, but in every man she hugs. She was one of the first people I met when I moved here about a decade ago. The first time I saw her in the local woo-woo shop I had the strongest urge to throw her down and fuck her right there. It took a mighty effort to not reach out and cop a feel as she walked past, ignoring me completely. The whole thing was weird, though. She’s not what most would call good looking or attractive. Long, straight white hair hanging shoulder length, about 5’ 4”, slender except for a protruding belly, and her clothes were obviously from the free box at a local church. She has very crooked teeth which she will instantly display Ankara bayan escort in a huge beaming smile, and the softest, kindest dark brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Over the following months we got to know each other. I stupidly joined her church so I could see her at least every Sunday. Many after-church lunches ended with us sitting in a booth chatting for hours. Finally, I decided I wanted more than church and an occasional carpool to a local music show, so one Sunday morning before services started, I approached her to ask her out. And she told me her exciting news that she was involved with someone. Fuck!! He turned out to be a total dick control freak, but they were together for about 2 years before she’d had enough of him. By that time, my desire for a relationship had died, but not my want to be inside her. Unfortunately, she had “friend zoned” me, so that wasn’t happening.I took the chair on the other side of the little table outside her trailer, we shared a joint, I took her up on a bit of shroom, and between chatting we listened to the music coming up from about a quarter-mile away. The conversation drifted to my impending retirement. She Escort bayan Ankara looked at me in her unique quizzical way and asked, “If you could do anything you wanted right now, what would it be and where would you do it?”My reply startled even me. “I’d drop a load of cum in you. Or on you. Whatever, where doesn’t matter.” Holy shit, the pot/shroom combo must have wiped out my inhibitions and common sense. I’ve never seen her eyes so big, and her open mouth would have accepted my dick nicely.“Oh,” she said and looked back toward the distant stage. My eyes did the same as I waited to see what happened next. I certainly didn’t trust my mouth right then. In my peripheral vision I saw her take a joint from her Altoids can, light it and take a hit, then hand it to me. Looking over to accept it, I saw the most curious expression on her face, one I don’t recall seeing before. Well, if she’s sharing a joint, she can’t be too mad at me. After a couple more hits each, she sat the joint in the ashtray, stood, and said, “Come inside.” With that she went up the steps into her trailer. My mind wouldn’t even consider what was going to happen. I mindlessly followed Bayan escort Ankara to find her standing at the bed facing me with her arms out. Fuck! Walking into her embrace I lowered my head and our lips met as she pressed herself against me again. As her mouth opened for my tongue, my dick did more than just stir. She felt it and pressed herself tighter. Holy shit, this was going to happen. I wondered at the full meaning of “Come inside”. Her hands went under my t-shirt and she scraped her nails lightly across my back as I began lifting her sundress. She never wore a bra (I don’t think she even owns one) and I discovered she also was without panties. Gotta love hippie chicks. I squeezed her buttocks as I pressed her harder against my now obvious erection. She responded by bringing her hands down to unfasten my jeans. As soon as my jeans were open, I lifted her dress, causing her to raise her arms so I could pull it off. Stepping back, I gazed upon what I’d only imagined for so many years. Yep, her belly pooched out with a deep navel and stretch marks from her two kids, but the rest of her was trim and slender, really nice for sixty years. Those small tits hung like a twenty-year old’s. Her areola and nipples surprised me, given her half-Native heritage and somewhat dark skin. They were both pale pink, must be from her Norwegian half, the nipples sticking out like little pencil eraser nubs. Her pussy was covered by a full bush that didn’t hide the slit. Shit, I needed to be in her.