**The Bus Stop Surprise**

I never expected my afternoon to take such a wild turn. I was just waiting at the bus stop, checking my phone, when I noticed her—a skinny, older woman with sharp cheekbones and a sly smile. She had silver hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing a tight summer dress that showed off her bony but still-sexy frame. She caught me staring and licked her lips, like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Hot out, isn’t it?” she purred, stepping closer. I could smell her perfume, something floral and old-fashioned, mixed with a hint of sweat.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, shifting in my jeans as I felt my dick start to swell.

She moved so our arms brushed. “You look like you could use some relief,” she murmured. I glanced around—the street was empty, just us and the hum of distant traffic.

Before I could second-guess it, she unzipped my pants with practiced fingers and freed my cock. It was already hard, twitching in the warm air. “Ooh, nice,” she whispered, stroking me with a firm grip.

Her hands were wrinkled but soft, her touch confident. I groaned as she worked me, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over my tip. Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees.

“Grandma’s gonna take care of you,” she said, grinning up at me before wrapping her lips around my shaft. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling under my cockhead. She sucked hard, bobbing her head, making sloppy wet noises as she took me deeper.

I grabbed her hair, knotting my fingers in her bun as she sucked me off like a pro. Her lips stretched around my girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. “Fuck, yeah,” I grunted, thrusting into her mouth.

She gagged a little but didn’t stop, her wrinkled hands squeezing my balls as she worked me. I could feel my orgasm building fast—her mouth was too good. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned, but she just moaned around my cock, pushing me to the edge.

With a groan, I erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. She swallowed greedily, her throat pulsing around me, milking every last drop. When I finally pulled out, she licked her lips, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Mmm, just what I needed,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The bus rolled up, and she winked at me before climbing on like nothing had happened. I zipped up my jeans, still throbbing, watching her go.

Best bus stop ever.