I 31[F] think my 70s[M] elderly neighbor is starting to indulge my hucow kink.

Hell of a title, right? Maybe I should give some background on this.

I’m single and live alone, my neighbor is an elderly widower with no family nearby and almost every morning we have coffee together at his house. It started off as, and still is, about companionship. I knew he was by himself except for his dog and we had always been friendly since I moved in a few years ago and I randomly asked him to join me for coffee one morning. Since then it’s been pretty much tradition.

As for me, I’m 31 and pretty open with my sexuality. I have a high libido that I’m not ashamed of and masturbation/edging is a lovely hobby of mine. Hucow ( r/hucow ) has always been a turn on and something I’ve wanted to play around with more. Having big tits (44GG) plays right into that.

Anyway, recently when I’ve been meeting my neighbor for coffee I’ve been wearing shirts that show plenty of cleavage and unless I have to because of plans, no bra. I started doing this because I had been noticing him glancing at my cleavage and it was hot! The attention was like lightning through my body and I figured that if we both enjoyed it, why not?

Fast forward to this morning. I walked over to his house next door, wearing a thin spaghetti strap tank top that **plunged** and a pair of short jogging shorts. We settled in for coffee and I made sure to sit across from him, leaning forward as much as I could without laying my head down on the table. At first he would glance now and then but soon he was full on looking down my tank top and I just went on as if I didn’t notice.

Feeling brave, I got one of the straps to slide off my shoulder by brushing my hair back with one hand. I don’t think he figured it was on purpose. At this point my right nipple was almost exposed and I could feel my face and chest getting red/hot. In a way I was getting embarrassed but at the same time I was so aroused so wasn’t going to stop.

Here is where things turned in a way I wasn’t expecting. My neighbor knows that I recently pulled a muscle in my back while at work (causing me to miss work for about a week) and he asks me how I’m feeling every morning. This morning however, instead of asking, and in the middle of conversation about something I can’t remember, he got up and walked around to start rubbing my shoulders. I wasn’t expecting it at all and I kind of tensed up as soon as he touched me but he told me to relax then he just went on with the conversation.

I tried to pay attention so that I wouldn’t sound like an idiot while we were talking but my mind was going crazy. He pushed the other strap of my tank top off my other shoulder then really started working on the muscles in my upper back/shoulders. It felt amazing but I also knew my tits were about to pop out and it was all I could do to keep my hands in my lap.

Now this part I will never fucking forget. He must have known I was turned on, maybe from my heavy breathing, half-assed replies, obviously hard nipples poking through my tank, or red face. So you know what he did?!? He reached over my shoulders and pushed my tank top down to my stomach, fully exposing my boobs. His hands went back to my shoulders and he said, “Your breasts are looking even more plump today.” Then he fucking carried on with the conversation we were having as if my tits weren’t just fucking out and on display!!!

At this point I wasn’t even thinking and barely paying attention to what he was talking about. I felt him gently start pushing me forward as if to lean toward to table, so I did as far as I could. With my boobs hanging down and swaying under me, he moved his hands to my sides then around to my chest. His hands were super soft and he was gentle but he was legit groping and fondling me.

So what was my response to this? I mooed. I mooed like a fucking cow. Not loud or anything but definitely like “…mooooo”. Not a moan or a sigh, a fucking moo. I heard him laugh softly then he leaned down behind me and said “Its important to massage the udders.” Right then, without any exaggeration, I could have had an orgasm if I was any more relaxed.

This continued only for a few more minutes until he moved away and started putting our coffee mugs in the sink and going about his business. For the rest of the time I was there he acted as if nothing at all happened. I eventually pulled my tank top up again and we said our goodbyes. Before I left all he said was that he would see me tomorrow.

Holy fucking shit, I have never been that turned on before and it hasn’t gone away at all. I’ve been edging pretty much non stop since then and I just took a break to write this out. Reliving this morning through this post has me all the way worked up again so if you don’t mind, im going to get back to it!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/plgzbh/i_31f_think_my_70sm_elderly_neighbor_is_starting