Dirty Granny Blog

I supposed sooner or later it was bound to happen. After all for months I had been making sure to be in the shower the same time as Susan, the fitness instructor at my gym. She stands over six feet tall with broad shoulders and arms the size of small tree trunks. She is wall to wall muscle and her chiseled good looks and long blonde hair drive me wild not only with vain envy, but sexual wantonness for her. She is cordial towards me yet some how I think she knows of my secret desires for her even though I had considered myself a heterosexual.

From the first time Sue began working at the gym I had found myself being drawn more and more attractive to her, another woman. I am average in size in comparison to Sue, yet about fifteen to twenty years older. No good looks or animal female magnetism such as she possess, yet I strongly felt the need to see her naked in the showers, so I could fantasize about being with her for some unknown odd perverted reason. The first time was easy enough as I took my time lathering up my small body a few nozzles down from her, after making sure to work in an extra late workout session. All the while I eyed her massive physique admiring her toned torso and rather well proportioned womanhood. Smooth shaven her pussy puckered beautifully between her muscular thighs as I glared possessively at it. Read more…

It had started out more than a thousand miles ago as an extended road trip inspired by mid life crises. Velma and Charise, two divorced women in their late forties, who had been best friends for years, had packed up Velma’s car one day and headed west. Sick of dead end jobs, their kids all grown up and gone away, and fed up with the lack of eligible men in their east coast hometown, they decided things would simply have to be better somewhere, anywhere, else.

Velma was blonde and still possessed the killer body she had since high 
school those many years ago. Charise had a mane of natural red hair and a trim pert figure that some models half her age would envy. Each of the 
women had maintained a high level of raw sexuality over the years, first as 
young single girls, then as housewives, and now as divorcees. They were 
each also accustomed to being in charge sexually, which may have contributed to the breakup of their marriages (in addition to the fact their husbands had each been real assholes).

Somewhere in Iowa Velma and Charise got off the highway to enjoy the slower pace of the less traveled roads. On a long straight stretch bounded on each side by immense cornfields they noticed a figure ahead in the distance beside the road. As they approached, Charise said, “Hey, Velma, it’s a serviceman hitch hiking. Pull over.”

Velma maneuvered the car over to the shoulder, coming to a stop a few feet 
from the soldier. He was around twenty the gals surmised, tall and ramrod 
straight in appearance with a shock of closely cropped light brown hair and 
he looked quite handsome in the crisp khaki of his uniform. He had a big 
Iowa farm boy type of grin on his face as he walked toward the car. Charise 
got out of the passenger side door and opened the door to the back seat 
which was packed full of their luggage. “You can stuff your duffle bag in 
there, soldier,” she said to him as he got to the car.
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