One of my on-again off again lovers was 45 with the cock of an 18 year old and the stamina to match. But the best difference is he had the experience to make him one of the best lovers I have ever had.
His only downfall was he was emotionally unavailable and often bailed on plans. But I was willing to forgive him given how insane our physical chemistry was.
One night I attended a sports event and he showed up to my place afterwards, late as usual. He wasn’t ready when I texted him because he hadn’t showered yet. He told me he had still needed to shave and didn’t want to show up like a porcupine. He’s one of those guys who keeps hair on his body – he trims his chest (and I love the hair on his chest) but shaves his pubic area.
I don’t let him get past the top of my stairs – we embrace and kiss and five minutes goes by before I feel like I can release him and actually let him into my living room.
It was almost 11pm.
I made us some drinks – Amaretto Sours, which is one of my favorite recipes. We can’t keep from touching each other every few minutes. We were talking about our week but as I’m messing about in my kitchen he would come over to where I was standing to envelop me in his arms. We sat on the tools at my kitchen island and end up in a serious make out session. The heat builds so quickly with him.
He suggests we go upstairs. Sometimes we don’t get there and I find myself naked and having sex on a variety of surfaces on my main floor. This time we get upstairs. He undresses me slowly. I love to be undressed…the feeling of being unwrapped…of someone taking time to admire the underthings I have chosen to wear for them, and to focus on a part of my body, bit by bit. He does it very well. I peel off the layers of clothes – he’s a black t-shirt and jeans kind of guy – the kind that fills out a t-shirt just so.
I adore his body and his cock. I get down on my knees and show him just how much.
He doesn’t rush anything. Ever. He will make standing naked in my bedroom, embracing and touching, last for 15 minutes. I’m the one thinking – oh sweet jesus can you just throw me down on the bed and get inside me – but I remind myself that this is what delight is, this is what passion is, and this is how it feels when someone really likes taking the time to please me.
The sex is – just wow. It keeps getting better. I had so many orgasms that my legs would not stop shuddering (not just shaking as they sometimes do). The talks keep getting better. There is a sense of intimacy and comfort that gets stronger each time, which makes the sex even better. The little things – can I borrow your contact lens solution – that speak perhaps to a budding relationship. The way he kisses me during (and after) sex. It’s affectionate.
We finally fell asleep, sweaty and spent and in each others arms, at 2am.
The next morning, I woke up to his glorious morning wood, which makes me irrationally happy.
He goes down on me, for literally over 30 minutes. He mixes it all up and as usual I cum over and over again, and at moments I look at him and it feels like is taking mental snapshots for later use. I tell him this later and he says that’s exactly what he’s doing…that being so close and so intimate is a huge turn-on for him, and that he likes having the pictures in his head to masturbate to later.
At 1pm we took a break from sex and talking to have breakfast. I made eggs and bacon. We both needed another round afterwards.
He didn’t leave until 3pm. Home fucking run.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3awkma/my_lover_gets_a_home_run_m45_f40