Old Man Caught Wanking In The Woods
The small town of Lostwood was a sleepy, small town deep in the Southern United States. On the surface all was tranquil, but everyone knew that the woods outside of town is where things went off the beaten path. They especially knew that on certain warm summer days and nights when all the windows were shut and the lights were dim, a certain old man could be seen walking through the woods alone.
Everyone knew this old man was up to no good. He was a tall, lanky figure, with a shock of white hair and a wrinkled face. He stalked through the woods, his eyes darting around as if he was looking for something. But never did he find what he was looking for, which was always something – or someone – to satisfy his wild desires.
It was on one such night that a young woman, out for a stroll, spotted the old man in the woods. She was out late, the night was quiet, and she figured she might explore the woods a bit further before heading home. As she got deeper into the thicket of trees, she spotted something that made her pause.
The old man, caught in the act of touching himself. His head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tight as he moved his hand faster and faster between his legs. She watched in horror and fascination as the old man pleasured himself, his moves becoming more frantic and desperate by the second.
The woman was paralyzed in fear and disgust, but she forced herself to move. She raced back to her car, and as she drove away, she wondered if anyone else had seen the old man’s shameful act.
The next morning, the woman was back in the woods. She walked a little further into the thicket of trees, and there he was. The old man, still touching himself. She watched for a few moments, mesmerized at the sight. The old man was completely unaware of her presence, and she quickly realized why.
The woman moved closer, and the old man’s eyes widened in terror when he saw her. He leapt to his feet and tried to run away, but the woman grabbed him by the arm, not wanting to let him escape. She dragged him back to her car, and they drove off, her grip on his arm never loosening.
They drove in silence, the old man’s eyes never leaving the woman’s. She drove fast, and soon they were at a seedy motel on the edge of town. She rented a room and took the old man inside.
Now, alone in the small room, the woman looked at the old man. He was trembling, and she could feel the fear radiating off of him. She slowly walked up to him and touched his arm. He flinched, but didn’t pull away.
“What were you doing in the woods?” she asked, her voice gentle.
The old man mumbled something incoherently and she asked him again.
“I was looking for someone,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “Someone to make me feel…special.”
The woman looked at the old man, her face softened. She felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. She knew what it was like to feel lonely and desperate.
The woman stepped closer to him and placed her hands on his cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him softly. The old man was taken aback, but he soon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
The kiss deepened, and his hands moved hungrily over her body. She could feel his trembling as her hands moved over his body too. She pushed him back onto the bed and kissed his neck and chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and explored his body.
The old man, now aroused, allowed the woman to take control. He lay there, eyes shut tight, as the woman explored his body. He allowed her to caress his aged body and felt pleasure wash over him as her fingers explored his most secret places.
The woman felt a deep arousal as she touched the old man and she could feel his pleasure too. She explored his body as if no one had ever touched it before and felt something released inside her as she enjoyed the old man’s pleasure.
Soon, their clothes were off and the woman straddled the old man. As she moved her hips, grinding against him, the sensations washed over her and she felt an intense pleasure. The old man gasped loudly, and his body trembled beneath her.
She rode him until exhaustion set in, and they lay together, their bodies entwined in a sweaty embrace. Their breathing slowed, and they kissed and touched each other until they both drifted off to sleep.
The woman awoke early the next morning, and she looked at the old man. He was still asleep, and she smiled as she looked at him. She stole one last look before getting dressed and leaving the room.
As she drove away, she smiled to herself. She had given the old man a night of pleasure, and he had given her a night of pleasure in return. She left the motel with a new found respect for the old man and his wild desires.
