Bill had been in a "funk" for months following his divorce from Sue. They had been married for almost 26 years and while not a perfect marriage it hadn't been rocky either. But he and Sue had been drifting apart for some time and one day she just up and left. That he was 41 when they married, (Sue was 33), it meant now that, at age 66, chances of finding another soul mate might be a little on the slim side. So Bill stewed for months, refusing to go out and mingle prefering to stay inside watching TV or getting on the internet. As winter turned to spring he decided to finally get out and try to make something out of whatever years he had left.
He had always liked going to yard sales, flea markets, auctions etc. so one week-end he went to a large flea market some 60 miles from his home. As he wandered up and down the many rows of items for sale his eyes were drawn to a woman taking items from boxes and displaying them on a table. Actually, what caught his eye was when she was bending over the boxes, was her ample breasts. Her blouse would gape open enough when she was bent over that it afforded him a very good view of her breasts, even her nipples. Whether she was aware of this or not he was not sure but he "pretended' to be looking at the other items that were already on the tables, glancing at her breasts every time she took more items from the box.
She asked if she could "help him" with anything and he immediately thought of many things that he could tell her that "needed help". But he remained silent, telling her that he was "just looking." (and boy was he)! This gal, Bill figured, was his age or maybe older but he wasn't sure if she was late 60's or maybe into her 70's. But she was a lovely woman for whatever age she was. The breasts that he got a peek of, while not large by any means, were ample enough for some good play time he thought. She had a bit of a "California tan" look to her and her shoulder length blond hair complimented her trim figure. What a stunning woman he thought! For a minute he thought about flirting with her but he stuttered and stammered around in her booth, uncomfortable with the rituals of dating procedures after years of marriage.
He did pretend to be interested in some items on her table but felt so clumsy that he thanked her and said that he "might come back" later. She just smiled and he left. As he walked the market he scolded himself for being such a dolt. I should have been more direct he thought to himself. It was getting close to noon by then so he stopped at a food booth, getting a burger and fries. As he sat there he pondered his insecurity around the woman vendor. Then he heard a voice, "May I sit here?" the voice said. "There doesn't seem to be any other seats available." It was that woman! Bill stammered, "Sure" and she sat down. I can't blow this opportunity he thought to himself.
(to be continued).
Flea Market Honey
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I was really taken aback that this foxy mature lady came to my table asking to sit down. Outdoor food booths at flea markets have limited seating but I did notice that she COULD have chosen a seat somewhere else. Why did she choose to sit with me I wondered. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Nita. I was unsure how to begin any other conversation and thankfully did not have to as Nita was first with, "Earlier, when you were at my booth, you did not buy anything." "Did you not see anything you liked?" she asked. Oh man, was that a loaded question. How badly I wanted to blurt out that what I DID LIKE was the view of her breasts and nipples as they hung there for my gracious eyes. But instead I replied, "Oh, I'm just browsing around today." Sipping her coke through a straw, seductively I thought, she replied, "And all the time I thought you saw something you liked."
Was she toying with me with that reply? Had she caught me peeking at her breasts and seeing if I would admit it? If I reply wrong she might get pissed and this conversation could go south in a hurry. I took a chance that we were on the same wave length. I replied, "Well, I did see SOMETHING that I did like but I doubt it is for sale." "Oh, and what was that?" she asked, once again making sure her lips covering the straw like it was...........well, you know. Then she added, "Just about everything in my booth is for sale - what did you notice?" "Well Nita" I began, nerverously, "Being a guy I couldn't help but notice........................." "Yes?" she said, looking directly into my eyes as she interrupted, ".........notice that you, uh, you have very lovely breasts!" I waited for the hammer to drop, ending the conversation abruptly but she leaned back, a girlish giggle in her laugh. "So THAT'S what you were eyeballing" "And all the time I thought you were looking at the new line of jewelry that I had set on the table." There was a long pause. I was not sure how to respond to that. Once again she got me off the hook saying, "Well, did you like what you saw?"
"Oh you bet" I replied. "You are very attractive and the temptation to look was more than I could control." What she said next was, I thought, another danger zone question for me. She said, "And how old do you think I am Bill?" Oh boy, what do I say so as not to offend her? If I say a young age on purpose she will think I said it just to gain favor. If I say what I really believe in my mind, and over-state her age well, that will put an end to our conversation for sure. I pretended to really be looking her over, studying her features closely. "Oh I would guess you to be..............um, maybe 69? I waited to see how I fared. As we all know, some women appear to look older than they are and, vice-versa, some look younger than they are. Where did I fit in with my guess I wondered.
"Oh you are a sweetheart!" she blurted out, leaning over to give me a surprise kiss. "My actual age is 79" she replied. "You're kidding?" I said. "No I'm not" she said. "Actually I am 79 and a half." "Almost to 80" she added. "Well you certainly do not look it" I said. I then went on to tell her, "You are extremely HOT for 79." "Or any age" I quickly added, hoping to make some points with this very delicious-looking woman. Nita then asked, "Are you doing anything the rest of the afternoon?" "No" I replied. "Would you like to come help me in my booth the rest of the day?" "Sure" I replied. Maybe, just maybe I thought, this gal might help me get out of my doldrums.
Was she toying with me with that reply? Had she caught me peeking at her breasts and seeing if I would admit it? If I reply wrong she might get pissed and this conversation could go south in a hurry. I took a chance that we were on the same wave length. I replied, "Well, I did see SOMETHING that I did like but I doubt it is for sale." "Oh, and what was that?" she asked, once again making sure her lips covering the straw like it was...........well, you know. Then she added, "Just about everything in my booth is for sale - what did you notice?" "Well Nita" I began, nerverously, "Being a guy I couldn't help but notice........................." "Yes?" she said, looking directly into my eyes as she interrupted, ".........notice that you, uh, you have very lovely breasts!" I waited for the hammer to drop, ending the conversation abruptly but she leaned back, a girlish giggle in her laugh. "So THAT'S what you were eyeballing" "And all the time I thought you were looking at the new line of jewelry that I had set on the table." There was a long pause. I was not sure how to respond to that. Once again she got me off the hook saying, "Well, did you like what you saw?"
"Oh you bet" I replied. "You are very attractive and the temptation to look was more than I could control." What she said next was, I thought, another danger zone question for me. She said, "And how old do you think I am Bill?" Oh boy, what do I say so as not to offend her? If I say a young age on purpose she will think I said it just to gain favor. If I say what I really believe in my mind, and over-state her age well, that will put an end to our conversation for sure. I pretended to really be looking her over, studying her features closely. "Oh I would guess you to be..............um, maybe 69? I waited to see how I fared. As we all know, some women appear to look older than they are and, vice-versa, some look younger than they are. Where did I fit in with my guess I wondered.
"Oh you are a sweetheart!" she blurted out, leaning over to give me a surprise kiss. "My actual age is 79" she replied. "You're kidding?" I said. "No I'm not" she said. "Actually I am 79 and a half." "Almost to 80" she added. "Well you certainly do not look it" I said. I then went on to tell her, "You are extremely HOT for 79." "Or any age" I quickly added, hoping to make some points with this very delicious-looking woman. Nita then asked, "Are you doing anything the rest of the afternoon?" "No" I replied. "Would you like to come help me in my booth the rest of the day?" "Sure" I replied. Maybe, just maybe I thought, this gal might help me get out of my doldrums.
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We finished our brief lunch and walked back to where her booth is located. While Nita was away, a couple in an adjoining booth had watched over Nita's wares. "Kind'a slow so far" the lady next door said. "Nobody bought anything while you were gone." "But the crowd seems to be picking up" the woman added. Nita thanked them for watching her booth and she then brought out an extra chair from her camper for me to sit in. Nita, like many vendors who set up at this market, tow a camper to stay in overnight. After getting my chair she went back inside telling me to, "Watch her stuff" for a second. When she came back out I quickly noticed that she had changed into some of the shortest shorts that I have seen in a long time.
"This `ol Texas sun is starting to heat things up a bit now" she said as she sat in the chair next to mine. Feeling more braver by the minute I commented, while looking at her shapely legs, "It sure got hot in this booth in a hurry!" She knew immediately that I was giving those legs a good going over saying to me, "You think these are still passable for a 79 year old woman?" As she said that she was tracing her fingers up and down one leg. I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Just how many men do you have lined up at your door every night? "You obviously know that you have a remarkable body." "And not just at your age but for any age."
She surprised me with her next remark, telling me that, "I do not have as many fellas as you might think Bill." "Oh, I get plenty of looks alright." "And I will admit that a lot of guys come on to me at times." "But I'm pretty particular about who I choose to let things go into a real cordial stage." "Matter of fact, I let very few men come sit in my booth with me while at these markets." I had to ask, "Then why have you invited me to sit with you?" Nita paused for a minute and then said, "Bill, I feel as if sometimes I have a sixth sense about people and when I first looked into your eyes I saw a man who exuded warmth, kindness and a personality that treated women with dignity and respect - no matter their age." "Am I far off the mark?" she asked.
Taken aback by her assessment of me I replied, "I certainly do not want to brag on myself but I do feel that women, being the thing of beauty they are, should always be treated like a lady." I then quickly added, "Unless they like or want a little variety in their uh, personal relationships." "Oh, I do believe I see that Bill can be a little devilish along with his sincerity," she said, a bit of twinkle in her eye. Then looking once again into my eyes stated, "A little fun, with the right person, can make for some really nice times." "It sure can" I said, feeling more and more confident that her and I just may make a connection here. And really got a boost when she said, "You know Bill, I would hope you might hang around after the market closes." "You know, and you and I visit some more."
"This `ol Texas sun is starting to heat things up a bit now" she said as she sat in the chair next to mine. Feeling more braver by the minute I commented, while looking at her shapely legs, "It sure got hot in this booth in a hurry!" She knew immediately that I was giving those legs a good going over saying to me, "You think these are still passable for a 79 year old woman?" As she said that she was tracing her fingers up and down one leg. I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Just how many men do you have lined up at your door every night? "You obviously know that you have a remarkable body." "And not just at your age but for any age."
She surprised me with her next remark, telling me that, "I do not have as many fellas as you might think Bill." "Oh, I get plenty of looks alright." "And I will admit that a lot of guys come on to me at times." "But I'm pretty particular about who I choose to let things go into a real cordial stage." "Matter of fact, I let very few men come sit in my booth with me while at these markets." I had to ask, "Then why have you invited me to sit with you?" Nita paused for a minute and then said, "Bill, I feel as if sometimes I have a sixth sense about people and when I first looked into your eyes I saw a man who exuded warmth, kindness and a personality that treated women with dignity and respect - no matter their age." "Am I far off the mark?" she asked.
Taken aback by her assessment of me I replied, "I certainly do not want to brag on myself but I do feel that women, being the thing of beauty they are, should always be treated like a lady." I then quickly added, "Unless they like or want a little variety in their uh, personal relationships." "Oh, I do believe I see that Bill can be a little devilish along with his sincerity," she said, a bit of twinkle in her eye. Then looking once again into my eyes stated, "A little fun, with the right person, can make for some really nice times." "It sure can" I said, feeling more and more confident that her and I just may make a connection here. And really got a boost when she said, "You know Bill, I would hope you might hang around after the market closes." "You know, and you and I visit some more."
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I felt very privileged to be sitting with this lovely lady all afternoon. And afternoons in Texas in mid-June can get very warm. Nita even had to bring out a fan from her camper to try and ward off some of the heat, as there was hardly any breeze blowing. But the real heat was inside my mind as I conjured up thought after thought of why she wanted me to stay after the market closed. Is she just an overly-friendly person, maybe just enjoying someone to talk to? Or, considering her skimpy attire, is she thinking of more? The afternoon could not pass fast enough for me.
If you have any knowledge of flea markets you know that shoppers come in a variety of people. Husbands and wives together. Single men. Single women. Husbands looking around while their wives are elsewhere. Wives doing the same. The guys that stop by and come into Nita's booth though usually get a "treat". Because she is braless, many will ask to see something from the lower shelves. That way they get to see her "hangers" while bent over. Nita knows this and makes sure it takes a moment or two to fetch the item. Sometimes she will just stay seated and, as the guys look around, she will part her legs here and there. Her shorts, being short as I said earlier, but are bit on the loose fitting side, and when her legs are parted it is easy for one to see that she wears no panties. (I had already discovered this earlier, making sure that I sat directly across from her all day).
And she knew I was looking up that gap, smiling that impish smile. It wasn't difficult at all to see that Nita was shaved. Needless to say, I leaked enough pre-cum during that long afternoon. Closing time finally arrived and I helped her cover her tables for the evening and we went inside her camper. She asked if I was hungry and started setting out some bread and sandwich meat. "Fix you a sandwich" she said. "I gotta get into something more comfortable." More comfortable? The shorts and loose top were not comfortable enough? When she returned I saw that they must not have been.
If you have any knowledge of flea markets you know that shoppers come in a variety of people. Husbands and wives together. Single men. Single women. Husbands looking around while their wives are elsewhere. Wives doing the same. The guys that stop by and come into Nita's booth though usually get a "treat". Because she is braless, many will ask to see something from the lower shelves. That way they get to see her "hangers" while bent over. Nita knows this and makes sure it takes a moment or two to fetch the item. Sometimes she will just stay seated and, as the guys look around, she will part her legs here and there. Her shorts, being short as I said earlier, but are bit on the loose fitting side, and when her legs are parted it is easy for one to see that she wears no panties. (I had already discovered this earlier, making sure that I sat directly across from her all day).
And she knew I was looking up that gap, smiling that impish smile. It wasn't difficult at all to see that Nita was shaved. Needless to say, I leaked enough pre-cum during that long afternoon. Closing time finally arrived and I helped her cover her tables for the evening and we went inside her camper. She asked if I was hungry and started setting out some bread and sandwich meat. "Fix you a sandwich" she said. "I gotta get into something more comfortable." More comfortable? The shorts and loose top were not comfortable enough? When she returned I saw that they must not have been.
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Great Story blue4lu, Please continue....A very nice start and I am looking forward to see where it may go from here.
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Nita returns shortly and oh me, did she ever get comfortable! Even in the, less than bright lights of the camper, it is easy to see what a remarkable body she has. Nita had slipped on one of those sheer nightgowns, a light cream-colored one that, when she sat or stood just right, I could see enough to drive me bananas. So we sat at her table and since this was not one of those large campers, (I estimate it to be a 14 footer at best), we were not far from each other. I came out and point blank asked her if she was one of those gals that liked to "tease" men. I mentioned in particular her parting her legs at times, exposing her shaved pussy.
Nita remarked that she didn't think of it really as "teasing" but that she just felt a need to expose herself in a mild way. "I never think of myself as a tease" she said. "I just like to have a little fun that's all." "You are not afraid that some men might take your flashing wrong, and maybe break in on you some night at one of these markets?" "Once inside" she goes on to say, "I lock up pretty securely." "Plus I keep a 45 by my bed." I then went on to say, "Well, you really don't know me very well, yet there you sit, and I can see a lot of your body through that flimsy nightgown." "I've already told you Bill, I think you are a more sensitive guy than some masher." Bringing a finger to her moist lips she says, "I think you are more of a lover-type.........are you?"
I got up and, without saying a word, planted a big kiss on her lips. She stood up, pressing her body against mine and she felt so warm and soft in my arms. Oh man, it had been a long, long time since I felt so wanted by a woman. We must have kissed over and over, just letting our lips do the talking for about 3-4 minutes. Then I felt her hands leave my back and begin to tussle with my belt. I just kept pressed against her lips, letting her take whatever liberties she wished. Belt is now loose. Snap is undone. Now I feel her work the zipper down and pull my jeans towards the floor. "Allow me" I said, breaking away from those wet lips. As I removed my jeans then my shirt Nita slipped off her gown. It was a very short walk from the table to her smallish bed. I laid her back onto that bed and, with her legs still touching the floor, got on that floor and buried my face in her pussy.
Nita moaned softly as I kissed and licked on those smooth, soft pussy lips. I was doing my best to not "rush" into this, my thoughts being take it slow and easy, let the pleasure, for this moment, be hers. I gently pushed my tongue inside her, sucking and licking on her clit. "Oooooooooo" she moaned, obviously liking what I was doing so far. I eased the rest of her body onto the bed and now I was in a position where I could really go to town on her.
Nita remarked that she didn't think of it really as "teasing" but that she just felt a need to expose herself in a mild way. "I never think of myself as a tease" she said. "I just like to have a little fun that's all." "You are not afraid that some men might take your flashing wrong, and maybe break in on you some night at one of these markets?" "Once inside" she goes on to say, "I lock up pretty securely." "Plus I keep a 45 by my bed." I then went on to say, "Well, you really don't know me very well, yet there you sit, and I can see a lot of your body through that flimsy nightgown." "I've already told you Bill, I think you are a more sensitive guy than some masher." Bringing a finger to her moist lips she says, "I think you are more of a lover-type.........are you?"
I got up and, without saying a word, planted a big kiss on her lips. She stood up, pressing her body against mine and she felt so warm and soft in my arms. Oh man, it had been a long, long time since I felt so wanted by a woman. We must have kissed over and over, just letting our lips do the talking for about 3-4 minutes. Then I felt her hands leave my back and begin to tussle with my belt. I just kept pressed against her lips, letting her take whatever liberties she wished. Belt is now loose. Snap is undone. Now I feel her work the zipper down and pull my jeans towards the floor. "Allow me" I said, breaking away from those wet lips. As I removed my jeans then my shirt Nita slipped off her gown. It was a very short walk from the table to her smallish bed. I laid her back onto that bed and, with her legs still touching the floor, got on that floor and buried my face in her pussy.
Nita moaned softly as I kissed and licked on those smooth, soft pussy lips. I was doing my best to not "rush" into this, my thoughts being take it slow and easy, let the pleasure, for this moment, be hers. I gently pushed my tongue inside her, sucking and licking on her clit. "Oooooooooo" she moaned, obviously liking what I was doing so far. I eased the rest of her body onto the bed and now I was in a position where I could really go to town on her.