‘Golden Oldies’ A Short Erotic Story From (1978) Penthouse Magazine

I enjoy the “Forum” section of Penthouse very much. But sometimes I wonder why
the women are always in their twenties, with large, firm breasts that stand out straight with a gentle uplift.

No one ever writes about older women and ample breasts that no longer stand out firmly, but rather cup to make a soft pleasing handful.

I have one of these bodies.

Let me tell you one of my many experiences. The other night my husband and I decided it was what call ‘party time.’

I put on a black half bra that just covered my nipples. They pushed out at the top with the brownness above the teats showing.

Next, slacks without underpants and then a white blouse which buttoned down the front.

We then went to a neighborhood bar where there was dancing and a jukebox.

As we entered the bar I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse so that when I turned just right it would ‘gap’ open exposing my breasts almost to the nipples.

We sat at the bar with my husband on the right so that whoever sat on my left would get a good look at my breasts when my blouse would part.

Several young men came in and as we had anticipated one of them sat on my left. The others took the nearby stools. They didn’t look old enough to drink and the bartender asked for identification.

The one next to me was just twenty-one and his friends and he were celebrating his birthday.

My husband bought them all a drink and toasted his birthday I leaned over facing the so that y blouse would gap open. The young men stared at my exposed breasts and then looked me in the eyes.

I just smiled.

They took another look and gulped down their drinks. As they ordered another round, I could feel my nipples hardening.

The jukebox started playing and the young men started dancing. That is, all except the one sitting next to me. I asked hi why he wasn’t dancing. he said he didn’t dance fast the way the girls like to.

I asked him if he would like to dance slow with me. As he glanced at my tits I knew what his answer was. I discreetly led him to the darkest corner of the dance floor. Where it wouldn’t be noticeable that he was dancing with a woman old enough to be his mother.

I pulled him to me putting his hand inside my blouse, cupping my bare tit hanging out of my half bra.

The music stopped.

I rearranged myself. As we took our places back at the bar I ran my hand between his legs feeling his hardness.