I looked behind me. He hadn’t moved still. I walked over silently, having left my trainers on rather than the heels I’d have loved to have worn. Leaving the top two buttons open, and undoing the bottom two also, I went and crouched next to him, checking I wasn’t in the way of the phone. I nudged his arm and he stirred. He opened his eyes a little startled, noticed it was me, then his glance went right to my 34C tits.
“I came to see if you were alright, do you want me to change your jumper again?” I asked.
He agreed, he didn’t need it changing but probably remembered the view he had last time. I pulled the jumper off him, leaving his dirty grimy top half in view. I looked down at his jogging trousers, a familiar tent in them.
“Do you like what you see then?” I asked teasingly. He nodded yes.
“That’s good. No talking, just nod,” I instructed him.
I was trying to stay in control, trying to play on my terms, at least that’s what I was telling myself. I undid another button.
“Do you want to see more?” I asked, pulling my sundress off one of my legs, flashing my thigh and hip at him.
“Yes,” he blurted out.
“No fucking talking!” I shouted.
I scared myself as well as the old man. I smiled as he nodded at me again, and undid the other buttons. With them opened, I raised my arms above my head to let the sundress fall open. He gasped as he saw my full nakedness underneath. I slid the sundress off my shoulders and let it slide to the floor. I stood with a foot on either side of his face, legs spread over him so he could see right up to my exposed wetness. His hand snaked across my calf and towards my knee.
“No touching either, well no touching me anyway,” I said, nodding towards his groin.
He read my mind and slid the waistband of his jogging trousers down. His erection sprang free, standing up like a flagpole, impressive-looking but as dirty as the rest of him. I slid a hand between my legs and groaned as he took hold of his cock and slid his foreskin down, his large helmet looked very purple and almost at bursting point.
I matched his slow pace as he pulled his dirty foreskin back and forth. The smell of his unwashed skin wafted into my nose, but I was too busy staring at his cock to let it distract me. My fingers alternated between plunging into my wet folds and rubbing over my swollen clit. I groaned loudly as my juices ran down my thighs, lifting my spare hand and pulling roughly at my nipples in turn.
I looked down at him, my eyes meeting his as he stared up between my legs. I wondered how long it had been since he’d been with a woman, how long it had been since he’d last masturbated even. He was still going strong, his strokes casual, not looking anywhere close to cumming just yet. As much as I was enjoying watching him masturbate, my fingers weren’t enough.
Part of me wished I’d bought a dildo with me, but that would have made it too obvious. This had to look spontaneous and not staged. The part of me that wished I’d bought a dildo still oozed its juices down my thighs though. I needed a new avenue of excitement and started to rub some of my pussy juices in and around my arsehole. Lubed up enough, I introduced two fingers into my arse, leaving three fingers of my other hand in my soaking pussy.
I synchronised my fingering and saw the old man’s mouth open in wonder. He was obviously enjoying this new element to the show, so I took it a step further and crouched over him, my pussy and gaping arse inches above his face. It worked for me too, getting ever closer to his cock. He started masturbating quicker and moaning in delight, looking between my legs again I saw my juices were now trickling down and beads were falling onto his face and beard, his tongue flicking out and trying to catch them as they dropped.
Each of us was mesmerised with watching the other, our moans and groans colliding in the otherwise silent building. I was getting close to needing my release, but my legs were starting to turn to jelly on me, my calf muscles burning now as I’d been crouching for quite a while. I stood and looked down at him, his hand now stopped as I’d stopped too.
“Are you ready to come for me?” I asked him.
Following my instructions still, he nodded with a big grin on his face. I told him to stand, took one of the blankets folded it over and placed it on the floor, then picked up one of the empty water bottles he’d been using. I lay on my back on the blanket, making sure I was angled with my pussy facing towards the phone but so he would still be in the shot. I hitched my knees up, my legs spread as wide as possible. He gasped as the bottle went up me, easily, and I plunged the substitute dildo in and out of my pussy. The old man stood as close to my legs as he could get, his cock looming over me and pointing directly up my body.
His cock became a blur, his gaze never once leaving the bottle as he watched me fuck my swollen pussy hard and fast. I was urging him with my mind to cum, to see his dirty cock spit his semen over me. His gaze changed, his eyes locked onto mine, then they closed and his head rolled back as he let go.
Spurt after spurt erupted across my body, the first two reaching my face, across my eyes and nose. Watching him cum tipped me over the edge too and my back arched as my body shook, my fingers a blur on my clit as I squirted all over the blanket. My orgasm starting to subside, I opened my eyes in amazement at the old man still cumming, the last few drops of his sticky mess landing directly on my pussy.
He stood back smiling, a look of triumph and happiness etched into his features. I reached down my body, amazed at how much of it was covered in his cum. It certainly must have been a long time for him. I used a finger to wipe some from by my clit, and looking directly at him slid down into my mouth, slurping his cum down my throat with exaggerated gulps. Surprisingly it tasted sweet, not at all what I’d been expecting at all.