Well, the week was a very busy one and I was looking forward to getting on my Harley
and getting a good ride in and then hit up a bikers joint for a beer and onion rings.

Saturday morning I got up and dressed in bikers clothes and put a few bottles of ice water in my saddle bags. The ride was great, three hundred and fifty miles of hi-way and back roads, the bike ran like a charm and by the end of the ride my mind was thinking about beers and onion rings

So I dropped into my favorite bikers bar as the food's always good, so is the band they have playing. I pulled up a stool and sat at the counter waiting for the waitress.

I was nicely surprised, a new waitress, long grey hair in a pony tail; pretty good looking ass; hips and boobs and halfway down her nose is a nice pair of silver half-round glasses. Her name tag said Connie.
 
"What' ll it be hun?"she asked. Her voice was that of a woman in her early fifties, warm and mellow.

"Well Connie, an order of onion rings; a beer; and a pair of half-glasses."

I actually surprised myself when I said that, she was surprised too.
 
"So, you like my reading glasses?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, you look so nice in them." Connie knew I was sincere.

"You come here often?" asked Connie

"Just about every Saturday night, you're really quite young for reading glasses, ya know that, Connie."

"Thanks dear but I'm fifty two."

Twenty minutes later I got my order and I'm sitting there with what seemed to be a baseball bat in my pants and I am thinking about the new bar maid and what is the likelihood of seeing her in other places, I did look but saw no ring on her finger.

I had a couple tall stacks of onion rings and a few beers and enjoyed listening to some hard
rock. Time to get going, I left a generous tip for that hot bar maid hoping the next time I am there I wouldn't have to wait forever to get my order.

Over the next week, Connie was on my mind, her silver half-round glasses too. I like her dulcet voice and long grey hair with soft highlights.

I knew a long time ago that I was attracted to older women, was it because they wore glasses for reading ? that sent some voltage down to my groin and make my cock tingle with sexual excitement? was it what Ruthie did way back when, wrapping her glass beads round my cock, dragging her gold half-square glasses over my balls, jerking me off till I came all over them and then sucking and licking my cum off them. I guess to a guy in his early twenties, that was such a great thing, I would want that to happen many more times in my life.

My Aunt Betty makes the glass beaded eyeglass chains as well as bracelets and necklaces, so I dropped in for a visit and told her I'd like to seea few of her beaded neck chains

Of course she asked why, so I told her,

"I know a nice bar maid at the bikers joint who I like a lot and I'd like to get her a chain or two for her glasses."

"Half-glasses right?" asked Betty.

"Yup."

"Oh Nate, you haven't changed much at all,Are you going to keep her glasses spotless? I remember when you used to visit me, after you left, I found every pair of my glasses were spotless smudge free and sparkling."

She showed me a very nice selection of eyeglass chains made with glass beads,and strung on wire with good findings for the ends so I bought a few neck chains.

The next Saturday I took another great ride and when I got hungry and needed a cold beer, I rode to the bikers hangout. I had those three nice beaded neck chains for that hot looking barmaid. I think she will really like these. She saw me and came over.

"Hi Nate, Thanks so much for that nice tip."

I knew she really appreciated an eight dollar tip for a sixteen dollar order of beers and onion rings.

"Your welcome Connie, I have something for you I think you'll like.

"Oh and what could that be?" she asked with a mysterious voice.

I pulled the chains out of my pocket and gave them to her. Connie had no idea what was wrapped in a soft purple cloth auntie had put them in.

"Oh Nate, thanks so much! the pairs of glasses I have lost over the years but these are the best pair I ever had and thanks to you, I know I won't lose them."

She put the chain on her glasses and had them hang across her lovely breasts which looked like forty four D's.She wrapped the other chains up and put them in her purse.

"Oh Connie, they look so nice hanging across you like that."

"Thank you Nate, this is so thoughtful, I did see you ride in, but didn't get a good look at your ride."

Connie seems to know how bikers talk, I thought to myself as many bikers call their bike, their ride.

"It's the black Low Rider with the helmet hanging off the clutch lever."

"So Nate, you don't have a biker chic?"

"No, I don't have a biker chick, do you ride Connie?"

"I used to but the guy got too weird, he liked to 'lane split' and with cars and trucks flying by within a foot on either side of the handlebars, that was too crazy for me, even though it's legal in California."

"Tell ya what Connie, that's to damn crazy for me too, and I'd stay outa California."

"Well, I finish at ten, would you like to follow me back to my place? We could have some coffee."

"Sure Connie, that sounds very nice."

Just as Connie said, she was off work at ten and I followed her back to her place.

I was happy to see a Baldwin grand piano in Connie's living room.While she was getting the coffee going I started to play Dylan's 'To Ramona.'

I had assumed Connie knew how to play but she was just learning, her Mom had moved across the country and since her daughter expressed an interest in piano, her Mom left it to her.

Connie was smiling as she carried a tray with coffee and doughnuts

"I didn't know you play piano, Nate"

"Well, I did not mention it over at the bikers hangout but I have have been playing for for a while."

"A biker that plays piano, I like that," said Connie.

"Want to hear some classical?"

"You like classical?"

"Actually I learned piano to play the classics, Chopin's nocturne and etudes, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, a very hauntingly eerie piece of music."

Connie asked me to play Chopin's etude opus ten number three, a piece with a lot of expression.

I did and she was very pleased.

 "So Connie, how do you know about Chopin?"

"My Mom used to listen to classical music all the time."

I did Greensleaves which is an oldie from England and a few Beatles hits 'All my lovin; And I love her; Eleanor Rigby.

"Nate, you are so good with a piano, want to give me lessons?" Connie asked.

"Sure I could do that, how much do you know about piano?"

"Nothing, I just got the piano a few months ago."

"So you're starting from ground zero, that's good. I took lessons for a while and you will learn the right way, so how many hours a day can you practice?"

"Four or five hours a day, depending on what hours I work. Is this gonna cost me anything?"

"Of course its gonna cost ya something, you have to let me keep those glasses spotless as you'll need them for reading sheet music and you can always tease me with 'em if you'd like."

"How would I tease you with my half-glasses?"

Connie asked with a different tone of voice. Even though I don't know much about Connie, It seemed to me her mind knew what I wanted but the idea had not caught up with her, on a conscious level.

"Oh um sure something'll pop up."

"Oh, I can make sure of that." She chortled.

Oh yes, Connie knows what to do now.

"Good."

So that night I gave Connie her first lesson. We went over keys, which have sharps and flats
where each musical letter of the piano is on the sheet music, the major chords in each key.

Four months later

Connie was showing a considerable improvement and one night as I was giving her a lesson, she asked me as she was donning those silver half-rounds,

"So Nate, how am I to tease you with these?"

"I think you can make something pop up." I said with a grin

"Well, I know you like them as you always try them after you clean them." She says with a smile.

"That's called quality control, I read through 'em to check for spots or smudges."

"I have also noticed, although I never said anything, that you lean back a bit and snatch peeks through my glasses.... Right?"

"Yes Connie, you are right."

"Connie gets the idea you want her to touch you down there with her sexy silver half-glasses, with her beaded chain wrapped around it, what do you say about that?"

"I say, 'Connie's a very smart lady."

We had been working on piano for an hour and a half and now it's time for a break. we're on her well stuffed sofa drinking coffee and eating cookies.

She took the beaded chain from over her head and let her glasses swing as she lowered them and they began to lightly brush the bulge in my dungareez.

Once again her silver half-rounds caught the light from a lamp and I liked the way the light shone in her glasses, I can't put my finger on it but it sent a tingle smack down south of the belt line.

"How old are you, Nate?"

"Forty two."

"So Nate, would you like some head as I wear these? with another pair I could stroke your balls, would that make you cum?"

"How about getting me to cum them, then you can lick the cum offa them."

"That sounds like a good idea, I think you have been wanting to do that for a while, The way you love to clean my glasses for me, I used to think it was so sweet, now I think it's more of an erotic fetish for you.

So I had my pants wrinkled up at my ankles and Connie wearing a pair of gold half-square glasses began to drag her half-rounds all over me down there as she jerked me off as well and it was a very nice experience.

I looked up and saw the light from a lamp in her gold granny glasses, I felt the smoothness of her half-rounds all over me, I blew a few thick ropes all over them and she picked them up daintily and licked the man sauce off them.

Connie had a damp cloth handy, so I could clean her glasses for her, but she had cleaned them pretty well
all ready.

Five months later

I have some very nice feelings about Connie, and though I had not told her, I start to think of her being my wife. It is so nice when a couple have two big things in common music and biking. I dig her style of dress, a long dress for going out or maybe a skirt and blouse when she is working at the bikers hangout she wears denim shorts and a blouse with sneakers.

We have taken some nice rides around central Florida, so she knows I am a safe biker, we pull off and hit a Wendy's or other burger joint, talk for a bit and get back on the road.

So we're back at my place, Connie is playing piano and I'm reading a bikers magazine, Connie comes over and sits next to me. Her half-glasses are hanging across her ample bosoms.

"I'd like to talk to you about some things, Nate."

"Anything wrong, Connie?"

"Did you enjoy what I did for you a while ago? stroking your balls with my half-round glasses as I wore the gold granny's and got you to cum them so I could lick the guy sauce off them?"

"Hell ya Connie, that was really great. It was my fantasy to have a hot lookin' lady do things with her half-glasses."

"If you liked it so much, how come you never asked me to do it again?

"I think I was afraid of losing you, it happened once before, this woman I had. Oh what she could do, I couldn't get enough of it and talked about it almost endlessly, well she ended that. "

"You know Nate, maybe she just wasn't really into it, how often did you two do things?

"Two, maybe three times a month."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"Damn, no wonder you talked about it so much, if you were getting it more, you couldn't always be talking about it. So you really loved what I did?"

"Oh Connie, I did ! it was so nice how you pleased me as you wore your gold granny glasses, as you rubbed your silver half-glasses all over my balls and got me to cum them. The way your granny glasses sparkled in the light as you licked my guy sauce off your glasses. Really the best time ever."

"I'm glad I brought this up as it has been bothering me. When a woman decides to do things and the guy doesn't ask her to do it again... but it all makes sense to me now. I don't think she liked sex as much as you thought she did.".

"I thought twice a week would have been good, say Sunday mornin' and who knows when during the week."

"I would imagine you'd love to get me in the bedroom fairly soon, Nate?"

"Connie, any man would, not that any man would deserve it."

"When would you want to?"

"In another year. I love being around you Connie, I really do and I think you feel the same, The thing is, if we start living together, things can change a lot, sometimes pretty good and then again, maybe not. Let's just take it easy and see what goes, and besides I think that a lot of thought should go into how far we or any couple goes, I mean once a guy goes to the land o' milk an honey, that's done, if the whole thing goes ta hell in a han' basket, the woman always loses."

Connie now understood Nate, and was quite pleased he enjoyed the night she turned him on with her glasses.
Since he has so much respect for her, she would initiate sex at times.

"Connie, wanna go to the Olive garden for supper?"

"Really, Nate?"

"Yeah really."

"Sure, I'll go pretty up."

"You're fine as you are."

"Gawd he makes me feel so good." Connie said to herself She wore a wicked grin, she knew what she would do later on in the evening, but she had no way of knowing just what Nate was up to.

They were ushered into a quiet corner, there was soft lighting and Italian music. Nate and Connie sat next to each other.

Connie was checking out the bill of fare through her glasses. She took from her purse her pair of gold
half-square glasses with the purple and pearl beaded chain.

"Wanna try these Nate? maybe they'll get you nice and hard for later on this evening." She said this as she used her gold glasses as an extension of a finger and it was pointed to his midsection.

So he tried her gold half-square glasses for the smaller print on the menu and they worked fine. Connie reached down to see if he had a bulge in his pants, he did she and was was quite pleased by the size of it.

Nate had ideas he wanted to try out on Connie and figured since she really turned him on, he would really be a top cat if he could turn her on as well. They had a great dinner, starting with their salad an bread sticks, then the four cheese sauce and ziti, of course a glass of wine and cold beer was nice too.

Nate did not know it but Connie had been working on the 'Moonlight sonata for a while and when they got back to his place she began to play it and Nate was more then impressed.

She had enough piano for the evening and they sat on his sofa and had a glass of wine as they listened to soft music on his stereo.

"So Nate, did wearing my glasses turn you on?"

"Yeah, that was nice, Connie. I don't know why they do what they do, maybe because they make you look so serious."

"Well, would you like to do some thuings... Nate?"

"Yeah, actually I have a few ideas that might turn you on as much as what you did for me."

Connie was so surprised, the last guy she had, not only wanted her to satisfy his needs all the time, but never
showed an interest in making sure she was satisfied.

She had her glasses half down her nose, the light from an end table seen in them and she looked so hot.

"Well take off your blouse."

Connie did so.

Nate started to remove her bra using only his teeth and she was liking that, sometimes licking her ears and neck and Connie began to feel a bit warmer and started breathing heavier.

"Connie, get that pair of gold glasses." There was something about the way he said that, that made Connie feel she was going to be turned on as well.

Nate began to drag her gold half-square glasses all over her aureola as he licked her other breast. He'd lick slowly then faster. He'd leave her glasses sitting on her tit as he grabbed her other and squeezed tightly and sucking on her breast as his tongue rolled over her nipple.

Connie was making telltale sounds that spoke of the very pleasant feelings her body was going through.
 
Nate started to run the beads of her gold granny glasses back and forth against her nipple as he licked and kissed under her breast as well.

"Oh Nate, where'd you learn these things?"

Connie's voice was laden with lust, it had been sometime since her womanly needs were catered to and Nate was making her feel that way. She would have no problem with Nate's fetish for a woman's pair of half-glasses and beaded neckchain.

Nate put her glasses on the coffee table and started to kiss the tops of her sexy black patent dress heels then her ankles and right up to her inner thighs, then to the next leg, licking the tops of her heels then her ankles and up to her inner thighs, Connies legs spred for him.

Nate did not know she saw him kiss her heels but she liked seeing him do that and would tease him with them, maybe he'd like that, she would make sure he liked it.

He grabbed those gold half-square glasses and ran the beads over her love lips, her sexy labia was starting
to swell a bit and Connie was moving around at the hips. Nate dragged her glasses over her pussy lips and saw Connie's hand coming down.

Connie's pussy having been touched was now rather moist and Nate stuck in his first two fingers and started to thrust them in and out, his fingers were curved upwards and he hit that magic spot that makes a woman tremble as orgasms flood her body, each one stronger than the preceding and he loved the swish swish as her sex juices covered his fingers and dripped down his hand. He took those sexy granny glasses and rubbed them over her pussy so they were smeared with her love juices then licked the stuff off them just as she licked his cum off her glasses awhile ago, not knowing Connie saw him do this and that got her even hotter.

"Oh Nate."

Two words drenched with her love for a man who really turned her on.

"That was the best ever, damn do I feel like a woman again, I love how you played with my pussy, how you got my sex juices all over my glasses and licked them off."

"Now it's your turn to feel good, Nate, get up on the sofa.

Nate dropped his pants and got up on the sofa and Connie brought a chair over so she could sit next to him. She took off her patent black heels and began to rub them all over Nate's cock and he was rather surprised it showed an interest in her heels.

"This feel good Nate?" she asked as she dragged the sides of her patent black heels all over his cock, up and down his shaft under his balls, all over. Connie took the beaded chain for her gold half-square glasses and wrapped them round his cock and began to touch him all over with them but had left her heels half buried in his short an curlies. He kept swapping looks at Connie's hot tits or her silver half-glasses partway down her nose with the light of the end table lamp seen in them. Her beaded chain gently swaying as she touched Nate all over with her sexy glossy black heels and her gold half-square glasses and with his juices reaching a boil, Connie suddenly found her hand, heels and glasses to be smothered in a good amount of man sauce.

"Well Nate, that was the best ever, I can't believe how good I feel."

"I feel pretty good too Connie, what made you want to touch me with your heels?"

I saw you lick the tops of 'em Nate, just before you kissed my ankles and worked up to my inner thighs. I love the way you took off my bra with your teeth. You're such a great lover."