Coffee with Sylvia

It was raining again early this morning. I looked out of my window and saw Sylvia standing on her porch smoking her first cigarette and drinking her coffee. She waved and invited me over for some coffee.

After I was sitting on her couch with a mug of it she said, "Obviously we can't go out to the garden today, -- why don't you masturbate in here?"

For those of you who don't know, in summer Sylvia gardens in some loose old panties and a ratty bra. I love watching her bend over and show the pubic hairs in her crotch. Even though she's probably 70, that still gets me hard. When its really hot she goes topless in the back yard and lets her sweaty old tits hang free. I stand by the garden fence and masturbate while she gardens. We've never talked about it, but she always tolerates seeing me jack off there.

This morning I took my cock right out. Sylvia just smiled at me as I got it hard. In order to "help" my erection she even opened her bathrobe and let me see her sagging tits. She even tweaked them with her fingers to stiffen up her nipples, then sipped her coffee and watched me jack off.

It took me a long time to cum, which seemed fine with her. At one point just as I was about to shoot, I panicked because I didn't want to cum all over her rug. Sylvia tossed me a dishtowel and said I could cum into that, she didn't care. It was a nice long orgasm, and I squirted a lot of cum into her dish towel. She seemed to enjoy it as much as she enjoyed it in summer when I would spurt onto the soil in her garden. "That was nice," she said after I had finished.

"I ought to fuck that old pussy of yours sometime, Sylvia." I grinned.

"Don't be silly," she laughed. "I'm way too old for you ... but come over and have coffee in the mornings whenever you want to. I like the company."