On The Promenade

Another fantastic warm afternoon at the end of summer so what could be BETTER than a leisurely STROLL along the promenade? After all, it might be the last chance one gets before autumn sets in with a vengeance. 

   So, I quickly change into something suitable (heels, ultra short mini skirt, skimpy top, large jangly earrings and plenty of lippy) and head off to town. Not before seeing to’slave’, of COURSE, by which I mean kicking his puny ASS down the garden and SECURING him FIRMLY in the ‘coal bunker’ for the afternoon. I say ‘coal bunker’, which indeed it is, but it has long since ceased to be used for storing coal and now is used SOLELY for the purpose of mistreating slaves. I had it  ‘CONVERTED’ some time ago so that now I can have a slave CHAINED and MANACLED in there in whatever POSITION i want, and for as LONG as I want!

  The promenade is ALWAYS busy at this time of year and today is no exception. Yes, I get my fair share of DISAPPROVING looks from the odd elderly couple etc but, BYE and LARGE, no one gives me a second look and most people leave me alone. There are ALWAYS exceptions, though, and today might be my LUCKY day.

   Admiring the view whilst at the same time bending over the railings, and sucking PROVOCATIVELY on an ice cream, usually does the TRICK, i find, and today is no EXCEPTION.  “Wonderful view”, says a voice next to me. Now this can mean ONLY one thing!  How long has it TAKEN? Not five minutes have passed and some old guy has got the scent and is PREPARED to TRY his luck with me!. Now, i’m NOT a complete SLUT and i don’t care how OLD the guy is, if he’s not my TYPE i’ll tell him to piss off. This old guy, though, looks quite RESPECTABLE and he has a CONFIDENT air about him which I LIKE. I simply can’t be BOTHERED with guys that DON’T know what they want. He clearly DOES, though, so I simply SMILE at him and carry on admiring the VIEW. 

  Before i know it, i feel a BONEY old hand on the side of my ASS - quite DISCRETELY, mind you, but UNMISTAKABLE nonetheless. So, i simply sigh and continue gazing, wistfully, out to sea.

  Five minutes later and i’m starting to get HOT and BOTHERED by all this ATTENTION - he CLEARLY knows what he’s doing, the old SCROAT!.

  Another five minutes pass and i find myself walking through the park with him - not ARM in ARM, you understand, but we’re CLEARLY together!. Nobody around so he guides me INTO the bushes. I know what to do - i’ve done it MANY times before so, in a flash, i’m down on my hands and knees in front of him. He unzips and i feel for his COCK and BALLS. Thin, slightly bent cock and wiry hairy old saggy balls but I love it! Guide my tongue into the end of his foreskin and delicately tease the end of his cock. He’s rising and swellling and I can feel the blood rushing to my head - God this is heaven, can’t get enough of it!. Another couple of minutes and he’s on the VERGE of cumming so I get ready to take his LOAD. He tenses, GROANS, and let’s me have it. God it’s DISGUSTING, thin  rancid and watery, as it slides down my throat - he clearly hasn’t come for months - it’s COMPLETELY disgusting but I LOVE it!

  I dust myself off and he gives me a KISS, (on the lips, mind you - which i didn’t EXPECT!), pats me once more on the ASS and we go our SEPARATE ways. “God bless the OLDER generation”, I always say. Don’t know whether I’ll see him again but WON’T mind a bit if i do!....