Sissies and Daddies

I can so relate to your experience. You tell it nicely. Being an object of sensuous pleasure for others is….such a turn on. I allow others to get off on my looks, clothes, teasing/pleasing behavior. To bring sexual intimacy, pleasure, where even time exists in a drift…..my addiction. I love it.

One very much older man who took his morning walk along the same path, at the same time, would say hello and fumble an attempt at conversation. He was awkward like a school boy. I would stretch before I trotted off, aware his hungry eyes were on me.

Peeling down my sweat pants….I would sometimes put my hand on his shoulder for balance. I pretended not to notice the tiny wet spot on his bulge but the entire scene made me smile. I wore barely there tricot running shorts back then…..my breasts were pouty…..nipples obvious but inside my top….hidden unless I bent forward.

One rainy morning he asked if he could give me a ride home. I asked if he had eaten breakfast. We went to a nearby cafe. He offered up that his wife had passed and that he missed her. I decided this would be the day. “Where do you live?” I asked.

I knew he lived alone……but with a little dog named shmoo. An hour later he offered the use of his shower. I left the bathroom door ajar….scented steam from soap and shampoo seeped into the living room. I put a towel around my shoulders and hips…..walked to where he was sitting…..and gave him a hug. He was more than willing and surprisingly able.
 
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