I was checking out AMM one afternoon after work, probably looking for some nice tits to wank to before cooking dinner. There was a message waiting for me from a young woman, relatively young at 28. I was 55 at the time. Her profile page photo was a good sized pair of tits and excellent areolas and nipples, no face, just tits. I read her message that was amazingly brief from memory. The tits certainly were the main attraction. I had been seeing a woman for some time but she had gone overseas some months before with her girl friends and was presently stomping around Europe. As a result I had been relying on my hand to relieve myself with the aid of any photos of nice tits I found on AMM, hence my finding this message.

I was in a quandary, do I persist with my hand and photos of tits or dip my tool in this voluptuous wench. As is quite often the case in this sort of situation, my dick did all of the thinking for us and so I answered her message. Her profile page said that she was looking for a “generous” older gentleman to be her “Daddy”. The word “generous” always prompts the phrase “fuck off!” in an annoyed tone in my mind, usually before I proceed to the next profile but then there were those tits. I had done the Daddy thing a couple of times and it frankly didn’t do it for me but then, yet again, there were those tits. You’re probably thinking that I am obsessed with tits and I am. I can’t help it, I’m a weak, weak man.

We arranged to go out to dinner where I imagined I was to pay for the meal as per her Daddy requirement and I accepted that and found myself at her front door one evening. I knocked and she answered. She had a surprised look on her face when she saw me (we hadn’t exchanged face photos, something I usually do insist on) her face was fairly neutral. I am no oil painting so perhaps she was disappointed but she sucked it up and put on a big smile and invited me in. We stood there in the lounge room chatting and I looked from her face down at her tits that were well on display in an unbuttoned blouse as we waffled on about my problems with the traffic or something else equally mundane. She took the initiative and closed the distance between us until her breasts squashed up against me, once and the twice. I put my arms around her and pulled her close, bending down to grab her arse. Her hair smelled nice as I briefly savoured her well rounded buns. I decide to go for more and backed off and buried my face between her tits. This was all going fairly well considering I had really only just stepped in the front door. God bless AMM and other sex sites. The key word there is SEX. Everybody knows what everybody wants. It is so much easier than the old days of endless spade and shovel work before a guy got his hands all over the woman.

She pulled my head out of her cleavage, ruffled what little hair I had, planted a big kiss on my lips and shot her tongue down my throat. There ensued a tongue lashing from each of us and a grinding of genitals up against each other’s thighs that went on for some time until we almost fell over and then collapsed onto the lounge to continue our debauchery. She lay on top of me rubbing all of her body over mine as I wrestled her blouse off and struggled with her bra to finally release her lovely soft melons to dangle down. She proceed to try to smother me with them not very successfully until I helped by holding them in from the side so that she could get maximum coverage of my face. It was warm and dark in there with only the occasional flash of light from the room as she ground her tits all over my face, a big cheeky smile on her face as she tantalized me.

It had been an interesting twenty minutes or so. She finally got off me and with tits dangling out and me trying to regain what little composure I could manage in my ruffled condition, she skipped off to her bedroom saying something like she had to shower before we went to dinner.

I sat up and dragged my hair back into a neater state and rearranged my cock and balls as I sat there on the lounge listening to the shower. I could hear her splashing around and of course it all got the better of me and I crept over to the slightly ajar bathroom door. I peered through the crack of the door to see her standing in the bath tub with the plastic shower curtain pulled around half covering her as the water cascaded down over her alabaster white skin. Her body was certainly voluptuous and even I dare say chubby but her height made up for it. My tool couldn’t stand it anymore and insisted on being wanked as we watched her. I unzipped and released it to spring out stiff and hard and then pulled its two mates out and laid them on the front on my fly. I shook off the excess pre-cum onto the bathroom floor and proceeded to stoke myself as I watched the show. She had noticed me by this time and the simple shower prior to going to dinner turned into a sexy shower show. She was washing her tits as she spotted me and now instead of a quick wash she slowed and spent more time washing each breast, lifting them up to soap and feel up as she played with each in turn enjoying their slipperiness before releasing them to flop down with the water running down over them making them glisten and showing off their fullness, the nipples standing out erect in the centre of her reasonably large, slightly pinkish areolas. She held up one tit and started to finger her twat with the other as she watched to see if I was paying attention. Once again her cheeky little smile burst forward across her cute little face indicating that I was and that she knew she was turning me on no end. Her snatch was lightly haired but her dark hair colour made it look bushier than it actually was. Her cunt lips were more like delicious meaty flaps and her (what must have been three at least) fingers were enveloped by them as she drove her hand between her legs almost viciously again and again, shower water splashing with each thrust as her fist rammed into her box, the pleasure reflecting on her face and all the time her face looking at my face, wallowing in my fascination.

My dick and I decided to bite the bullet and as the shower curtain was obscuring our line of sight I gently pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the room. With cock in one hand I pulled back the curtain with the other and retired back to sit on the edge of the vanity, settling down to watch the show and pull myself. She had a very brief look of mock surprise with my entry into the room but soon resumed her washing to watch me watching her. She asked “does daddy like watching his little girl shower?” or it might have been “playing with herself” I can’t remember. I replied that “Daddy likes you being a little slut for him” and pulled myself furiously. With a big smile and her hand trying in vain to encompass one slippery tit, she bent her knees and opened her legs slightly in a sort of bow legged stance to get her other hand further between her legs. She had her mouth open in rapture as she enjoyed her own fingering, driving her hand up between her legs with a pounding that made the water once again splash around as it and the occasional soap bubble hurtle down from her shoulders over tits or through the cleavage of her wobbling tits and down between her legs. I moved over closer to the shower and her and helped her feel up her tit and magnificent it was as I squeezed its soft white skin that bulged out through my fingers. I was still fully clothed and I had a jumper on. It must have been winter. I pulled the sleeves of my jumper up, (I remember seeing some of my pre-cum wipe off from my fingers onto the sleeve) took the soap and soaped up her tits. Like most women do, she thrust out her chest presenting her orbs for my attention, first looking down at me working on her slippery tits before looking back up with that cheeky smile to relish in the lust on my lecherous old guy face. With my balls and my tool still sticking out of the front of my pants and swinging around as I struggled to access her body without falling into the tub, I soaped around and under and over her melons as they sagged down under their own weight. Her nipples stuck up between my fingers as I soaped her and tried in vain to get the whole slippery breast into my hand. Feeling the fullness of it was orgasmic. My squeezing had turned into a slight slapping as I was mesmerised by their slippery white softness. I lifted and then pushed them from side to side watching them swing and bobble about delightfully. The sight was very horny and I tried to pull myself as I and squeezed and squelched and pinched her nipple. Unbeknownst to me, distracted as I was as I concentrated on exploring every part of her body, she had opened her eyes to watch me. Even as I fondled we looked deep into each others eyes with that look of randy lust. As I continued exploring, running my fingers into as many places as I could manage, her lustful look was interrupted slightly and briefly as her look varied from slight pain to a grimacing smile depending what I was doing. She grabbed my swinging tool and pulled on it which freed up both of my hands to concentrate on playing with her bits. Maybe that was her intention; I didn’t know and didn’t really care at the time. We were both in a sexual frenzy but also controlled and definite about our pleasure.

I soaped up her arse and played with its slipperiness as it wobbled around. I was like a kid in a candy or toy shop. The old problem of so many toys, so few hands to service them and not knowing what to fondle next. I ran my hand between her buns and under between her legs from the back and the other hand from the front, squeezing her twat, running my fingers through her hairs and fingering her clit. I inserted as many fingers into her as I could and gave her warm, slippery, twat a good pounding, with water from the shower splashing all over the place as my fist slammed into her twat lips. She was letting out and increasingly loud, “ooh, ooh, ooh” with every impact that eventually built to a crescendo and turned into a scream. I went to remove my fingers and fist (my arm was getting tired) but she held me there by my wrist and thrust her hips into my fist with my fingers still inserted. She was a randy little thing.

She released my hand and I stood back sitting on the edge of the vanity once more and resumed my wanking, drinking in the loveliness of her white skin and rounded bits wobbling around as she played with herself before drying herself off. We adjourned to the bedroom and I rooted her like mad for what must have been an hour and then we finally went to dinner. Dinner didn’t last long and she dragged me back to her place and bed. I didn’t really need much dragging.