(_|_) Fun in Retirement – A Quickie on the Picnic Table [MF]

I’m a 73 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life with friends (especially with some of the women). What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to. Here are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.

Autumn where I live is wonderful weather. The sort of weather that begs me to take out my old [Triumph TR3A](https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/49/Triumph_TR3x.jpg) for a drive in the hills. And what better than to go out with someone for company. My favourite company for these drives is my good friend Claire who is also a resident at my retirement village. She has accompanied me on a few trips in the past and some of them have been very much enjoyed. You can read about our earlier [trips with Claire](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7uz9xw/mf_fun_in_retirement_part_1_claire_mf/).

This day was for a solo midweek run up through some small town in the hills and have lunch at a picnic site in one of the National Parks, then return back to the village late in the afternoon. A relaxing day out. The weather was great. Hardly a cloud in the sky and an expected top of 24C (75F)

Claire was an old hand at this now. She knew what to bring in the way of food and also what to wear. For our fun and entertainment she wore a dress as usual. It was cotton sleeveless one and came down to just below her knees. The entertainment and fun was her getting in and out of the car with the dress on. It is very low to get into and the door isn’t as easy to get in and out of as first appears. Doing so involves a lot of knees up high and spreading of legs. Any one who has ever climbed into an English sports car from the 50s or 60s can attest to that.

In the morning we loaded up the boot with food and other picnic gear and headed off. Claire was careful to get in when we were parked next to another car so she didn’t show off too much while getting in. She didn’t want half of the village copping a few view of her smalls.

We got through the suburbs fairly quickly and started to climb into the hills. Having passed through a few small towns we decided to stop and the next and get a cup of tea. We found a lovely little Devonshire Tea Room that was irresistible, so in we went. Not surprisingly it was empty. It had only just opened for the day and it was a weekday at that. The smell of freshly cooked scones filled the air. A serving of scones with jam and cream each was ordered along with tea. We took seats down the back of the cafe.

“Watch this.” said Claire.

She got up and went over to the counter and asked for some honey for her tea. When the woman behind the counter went out the back to collect it Claire lifted the back of her dress up, showing me her pale pink knickers. She wiggled her bum from side-to-side, then let her dress drop back down again. Turning, she returned to our table.

“Did you see what I just did?” Claire asked in excitement.

“How could I miss.”

“I can’t believe I just did that. I would never have done that when I was younger.” she continued.

“I bet not.” I said.

“I blame your car. It just makes me want to do things like that.” she said.

“No arguments from me.” I replied.

“My heart is still pounding.” she said.

We talked, ate our scones, drank out tea then headed back out to the car. This time when getting into the car Claire was all show. Plenty of upper leg and pale pink knickers were flashed about as she climbed in. I loved it.

“I feel so sexy today.” Claire said as we drove off.

“You are sexy today.”

As we drove we chatted about small things. Nothing too deep. Mostly things from our pasts.

“What sexy thing can you do?” asked Claire.

“Not much. I’m driving.” was my reply.

“What if I drive?” Claire asked.

“Are you sure? It’s an old car. Manual, no synchro on first. How long has it been since you drove a manual?” I asked.

“I grew up in the country and from 12 I’ve been driving tractors and Land Rovers. I haven’t forgotten. My last manual was my old Corolla which was about 20 years ago. I’ll go gently.”

I pulled over and we hopped out and swapped sides. I familiarised Claire with some of the peculiarities of the Triumph before she started off. She was like a duck to water. It was like she had been driving it all her life. She was good on the clutch and gear changes. Although she did complain about the heavy brakes and steering. So she was right, she could drive the car.

As we drove again she asked “What sexy thing can you do?”

I’ve never thought of myself as sexy. I don’t “sexy” as far as I know. I’m an aging man with white hair So I reached across and put my hand on her thigh.

“That’s not what I meant Ray. You do something sexy for me.”

Now I was bamboozled. I was wearing a cotton shirt, shorts, socks and runners. This didn’t lend its self to me doing anything sexy I thought.

“Just do something Ray! Don’t think about it.” Claire almost demanded.

The pressure was on. I had to do something. A quick look around and the there were no close cars. Nothing following us. Just the occasional one passing in the opposite direction. I took the street directory and placed in on my lap, then unzipped my fly. With a little work I was able to extract my penis and wave it for Claire. She was able to take glimpses as she was driving.

“Hooray. Finally.” she said. “Keep going.”

Keep going… So I kept waving and playing. Claire kept on taking glimpses. This continued for a few kilometres with Claire also getting into the act a little. She had pulled her dress up to expose a lot of her upper thighs and the front of her knickers. Cars were passing in the opposite direction and they had no idea what was going on on our car. (Remember it is a roadster with no roof, just a windscreen.)

“You’re a good boy.” Claire said as she kept her eyes on the road and reached across to hold and play with my now hard cock.

We drove on and finally reached the national park where we intended to have lunch. There are a few picnic spots with tables and BBQs scattered around the park. We found one right out of the way with a longish drive in that ended in a very secluded clearing. The only way in and out is along the one access track in. It was also the middle of the week and we hadn’t seen any one in the whole of the park. We had the place to our selves.

After we parked we both climbed out of the car and walked over to the picnic table. We immediately started kissing and playing with each other. Claire was facing me as I cuddled her and lifted up her dress to slide my hands down the back of her knickers. While I was doing this she had her hands under my shirt and was running her hands up and down my lower back and down over my rear.

Claire changed her attack. She moved her hands around to the front opened my fly and slid one hand in. In no time she had a handful of me and was stroking me to get me hard again.

Once I was hard again, she stepped back, bent over a little and undid the button on my shorts. They were guided to the ground. My underwear was next to be dropped to the ground.

“[A hard man is good to find](https://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/171650.html).” said Claire on inspection. That was a phrase I hadn’t heard in years. And I was a little surprised that Claire knew it.

“Hello Mae West.” I said.

“[When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad, I’m better.](https://en.m.wikiquote.org/wiki/Mae_West)” She replied. Another Mae West famous line.

I placed my hands on her waist and guided her to turn around and face the end of the table. Then I guided her to bend over the table. Not being bashful at all I lifted her dress and gently slid her knickers down to her ankles. She lifted her feet one at a time and I was able to remove them completely over her sandles.

I started to line her up to enter her from behind and she said “Wait a second. Sometimes little help is needed.”

She stood up and went over and pulled her handbag from the car. From it she got a small tube of something and returned. It was a personal lubricant (KY is anyone cares.) She opened the top and squirted some into her fingers. This was applied liberally to my cock. The tube was placed on the picnic table and she assumed the position she was in before she got up.

I placed one hand on her naked hip and with the other guided myself into her. The lubrication really did the trick. I just slid in without any effort.

Claire’s upper body was lying face down on the table with her arms extended out in front of her holding onto the sides of the table. Her dress was pulled up high over her waist. I placed my other hand on her other hip and started to slide in and out of her. Exquisite is how I would describe this. With my back to the warm sun and a beautiful lady before me I was in seventh heaven.

We didn’t talk, just enjoyed the moment while it lasted.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and into Claire’s end I came.

We stayed coupled long after I had gone soft. I was massaging Claire’s back under her dress. Eventually Claire said “I have to move. My legs are killing me.”

I stood back and she got herself upright. She hobbled around a little working her aching knees, freeing them up after having had them stretched straight for all that time. Freeing up more she walked around and picked up her knickers and my underwear from the ground and said “We can’t wear these now they’ve been on the ground.” and proceeded to put them in the back of the car. I pulled on my shorts.

We hugged again, kissed each other, then went on to prepare and eat our picnic lunch. We followed this up with a walk through some of the National Park.

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It was to be a commando trip for both of us without our underwear. We exchanged “flashes” to each other we we drove. The last was in the carpark at the retirement village when we arrived home. Claire really giving a naughty show as she got out of the car.

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One glorious day spent in wonderful company. I am loving my retirement.

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Ray Voit

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