Never too old (MF)

You know what’s really cool? Figuring out you’re not too old to learn some new tricks.

I first met my lover at a local coffee shop – one of those pretentious places where all the men have beards and a grouchy face, the women have all put a lot of effort into a messy ponytail, and they’d never play Nickelback. My lover does have a most lovely beard, but also a sparkling smile. It was a chilly but beautiful winter day, the sun shining through the windows. The conversation began innocently enough – exchange of pleasantries, finding superficial things in common, mild flirting. We developed a quick rapport, and were soon leaning in to each other. We were sitting on stools at the counter, and it was crowded and busy in the shop, so it was easy to bump knees and scoot closer. His warm breath on my neck as he got close to my ear in order to be heard over the din of our fellow beverage consumers smelled of the tea he drank and… something else delicious and intriguing.

He’s a big man with broad shoulders, just my type. He has strong hands and long fingers, a nice jaw, and a beautiful mouth. We’re both near 50, so we’re rather past a lot of the superficialities that can consume younger folks, but him being adorably handsome was a nice bonus. The more we talked, the more I wanted to know how his lips might taste, and how his hands might feel. I could feel a flush in my cheeks, and a warm dampness in my panties as I thought about what his kisses might be like. When he grinned and laughed, the delight on his face was so genuine, I wondered what it would be like to see him react to pleasure a bit more erotic than flirting in the coffee shop.

The conversation slowed for a moment, and we just looked at each other. I was feeling an awful lot of tingles and I was considering asking him to go somewhere less occupied when he gently took hold of my arm and leaned in to whisper, “Let’s take this somewhere with a bit more privacy, what do you think?” Um, yes please!

Huge bonus points for my lover here: he carefully helped me put my coat back on, held the door for me, and put his hand protectively on my lower back. He’s a gentleman, and it showed from the beginning. I drive a bigger car and we practically sprinted toward it. We decided to find a little deserted spot to park. I turned off the ignition and turned toward him. He cupped my face in his hands and gently kissed me.

Ok, I completely realize that “sparks flew” is a way overused metaphor, but in our case… it was like finding a missing piece of myself that I hadn’t realized was so missing. His kiss was gentle but not the least bit hesitant, his tongue slowly exploring my lips, playing with my tongue. I felt like I was melting, floating away, and yet completely in the moment, and it was one of those moments that felt like it was just the beginning.

We broke for a breath, laughed a bit, and glanced at my back seat. I had never fooled around in it before, but it looked roomy enough to at least try! Plus, tinted windows. We giggled as we scrambled back, adjusted seats, took off coats and shoes, and basically acknowledged that the connection we felt was mutual and huge and about to be acted upon. He ran his fingers down my throat to where my wrap-style blouse opened. It took a mere nudge to part the fabric to reveal my (thankfully clean and sexy!) bra, with a bit of aereola peeking out. His kisses became more intense, and I guided his hands to my breasts, his fingers to my nipples. He stroked them gently, pulled my blouse and bra aside, and bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He kissed and licked and sucked that one, then moved to the other, always so gentle it almost tickled, until I whispered “Harder. Please.”

He looked at my face to confirm we had the same idea, then curled both hands around first one breast and then the other, not quite biting my nipples, but sucking hard. My lower belly started to feel full and tingly, and my clit throbbed in time with his suckles. I let my hand wander down his belly to where I could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and I had an urgent need to see it, touch it, taste it… We laughed as I tried to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but at last his cock sprang free.

And, oh… what a magnificent cock it was. Big, but not huge, a really nice shape, and surrounded by a nest of soft, trimmed, dark hair. I lightly licked just the tip, and he groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair. I cupped his balls in one hand, licked my pursed lips, and slid it into my mouth in what I hoped was a seductive imitation of fucking. I ran my tongue up the throbbing ridge on the underside and he groaned again. I was enjoying getting acquainted with his dangly bits when he softly said it was now his turn.

Again, we laughed as I struggled out of my pants, kissing along the way, until I was naked from the waist down. I leaned back against the door, expecting him to climb on top of me, but no. He smiled and pushed my knees apart. I was hot and wet and aching with desire, and he gently cupped my pussy in his hand – I was surprised I didn’t melt all over him. Then he ran his fingers slowly over my smooth labia (I was oh so thankful for the waxing appointment I’d had the day before!), carefully nudging so he could get to my tiny little nub.

When he first touched my clit, I made a sound like I don’t think I’d ever made before. It was like eons of desire had finally been let loose. He made tiny, soft circles with his fingertip, until I thought I might die from anticipation. Then he leaned down, put his hands on my thighs, and slowly and light as a feather just barely licked my slit. I felt my whole body twitch. Of course I’d had oral sex before, but I got the feeling I was in the hands of a master, and I was not wrong, and even now, just thinking and writing about it is making me incredibly aroused. He used his lips and tongue in ways that made me gasp. Sometimes he’d barely lick my tiny clit, then use his full tongue to lap me like a dog!

The shock of my life was when he pushed up under my thighs and I felt his tongue going lower. He tickled my perineum, then, as I was dealing with my utterly unexpected pleasure from that, I felt the tip of his tongue lightly flick across my bum. This was brand new territory for me, and I wasn’t quite sure what I thought about it, but it felt deliciously naughty. And at that point, I was desperate to fuck.

If you’re not a woman, it’s hard to describe what it feels like to have a man enter you. My vagina isn’t a gaping hole, it’s a tight but flexible sheath. That first nudge of his cock, separating my lips, and slowly sliding into me was like filling an empty spot I didn’t realize so needed to be filled. It’s a most wonderfully tight squeeze. The ridge on the head slid over my g-spot and made me gasp. But the real magic was when he was buried to the hilt inside of me. I’m that rare woman who reaches orgasm easily from penetration, but only if my A-spot is stimulated (the a-spot is like my g-spot’s less-inhibited cousin, further in). Get that right and I’ll immediately get dripping wet and often have a huge orgasm with it. Not only did his cock perfectly hit that spot, but the way we were pressed together put pressure on my lower belly, and his pelvis could grind against mine, so it was quite the confluence of sensations and I started to orgasm immediately. Long waves of pleasure that took my breath away.

After the first orgasm, I came back to my senses to find him staring at me in awe. He kissed me tenderly, took my hand, and started thrusting, long, slow, deep strokes that I felt in every nerve and synapse until I clutched my arms and legs tight around him and came again. I recovered my senses and realized he had a most peculiar look on his face. And that’s when I heard the voices very near my car. My tinted windows were completely steamed over so I wasn’t really worried about being seen, but it was a harsh flip back to reality.

My darling lover and I laughed ruefully as he pulled out. We giggled and chatted and kissed while we got dressed and made plans to meet again soon, in a place with more privacy. And that was 8 months ago. And what’s happened with us since is another story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6yjy9j/never_too_old_mf