I [M] had a date last night with my new [F] friend

I have written several stories, most are fantasy, or at the minimum I make an effort to heat things up. But this one, and the ones about my massages over the last few months are as true as I can make them.

Hell, when the wife passed, I figured at my age life was over and I was kind of waiting for the good lord to come for me. So finding a couple of rather naughty massage therapists really helped get an old man going again. Sure, I am paying them for a sex act, so what?

Anyway, here is yesterday.

I mentioned in my last post that when Martha, the 60-something lady that has been coming by with pastries was over, I asked her out to dinner. Just an impulse, she was sitting there with her blouse undone, letting me see she wasn’t wearing any bra. That seemed to delight her, and last night I picked her up in my big old Ram pickup, we went over to this place that does fish on the waterfront.

Martha seems so far to be a sweet lady, her behind is bigger than I really like and up top she appeared to be medium size, from what I could tell when she was letting me look at most of them as we ate her Cherry cobbler.

I ain’t no spring chicken, I am 77, lucky in that everything still works and my old body is in reasonable shape. I did have several surgeries over the last few years, the kind that made me fairly sure I would not outlive my wife. Surprise, she passed suddenly several months ago, that brought my world to a stop for quite some time.

But, I forced myself to get up and going again, ordered a massage from a local therapist and got surprised with the way things developed. I was thinking this was as far as things would go, and if so, fine. Nothing wrong with an old man getting a happy ending now and then. The next surprise was this sort of attractive 60 something lady named Martha showed up at my door with an Apple pie.

I like Apple pie, got out some ice cream and we ate, sat, talked. Then she showed up again, clearly dressed to attract, makeup, hair done, smelled great, so did her Cherry cobbler. I like Cherry cobbler, and while we were again having a great visit I noticed there was quite a lot of tittie showing out the top of her blouse and she was not trying to hide that one bit.

Damned if I didn’t find myself getting a woodie, even though my massage therapy gal had delightfully taken care of that earlier. So, I asked Martha out to dinner. Dinner was great, conversation was great, she looked and smelled really nice. We even had a couple of drinks, I like bourbon, she likes some kind of Coffee thing.

On the way back to her place, she straight out asked me if I would prefer taking her to my place, caught me a bit off guard with that one. I mean, first date, sex is not expected. But then, we are both old so who wants to waste time, Martha sure didn’t see to want to. (Sometimes I think I am dumber than a box of rocks, odds are astronomical I could have bedded her back on Apple pie day.)

I glanced over, I have had women hint, flirt, all sorts of stuff, but there was no question of her intent. She was sitting in the jump seat in my truck, it’s neat because it folds up from a center console into a center seat. Her leg was against mine, she felt nice and warm. Her left hand came down and stroked my thigh, she had a nice smile on her face.

“OK.” I turned at the corner to my house. We barely made it inside, good thing because any slower and we would have upset the neighbors. By the time I got the truck stopped and into park her hand was way beyond my thigh.

Her shoes came off just past the doorway, her blouse was off by my bedroom door, the skirt went, all that was left was some pink panties and those were gone quickly. We sort of fell onto the bed, didn’t even climb in.

Martha’s body was pretty nice, her breasts were up and fairly firm, her nipples were the kind that flatten out and get wider, turn sort of pale pink when a woman is excited. Black mass of pubic hair which is sort of unique in today’s world, although the last three women I have seen unclothed were all natural.

I was headed down there, trying to tug my slacks off with one hand while leaning down, she reached down and beat me to it, then dropped down and got about half of me into her mouth, just like that. I laid back and let her, one thing clear quickly, she had done this before. We must have spent 10-15 minutes examining, experimenting, then she lay back with a huge smile, opened her legs. I licked her just a couple of times but she was tugging at my arms tryin to pull me upwards.

Mature women seem to bulge more than the young ones do, and she sure was. I felt at first that it was like a pot of melted butter. Now I would like to say that old super stud me pounded her with no mercy, but I lasted maybe two minutes and damned if she didn’t obviously beat me there. Either that or she had a water pipe break, we ended up with my bedspread messed up, probably will need to replace it.

I could also say I was right back up and raring to go in minutes, nope. Maybe when I was 20, but not now. She lay there purring, playing with my limp dick, I fiddled around a bit also. Finally I got enough going to get inside of her again, but I never got off, I was about as drained as I can get.

Next thing I know, it is 7 in the morning, she was lying there with her back to me, snoring. Under the covers, no idea when that happened. I went in and got some Coffee, it goes off by itself a 4 AM which is my normal time to wake up. Cold, so I stuck it in the microwave, then sat down to write this. I am thinking that maybe I just fucked up. I am not sure I want a relationship, sure as hell a woman will get comfortable and want me to do stuff.

But? Damn that was fun, my first piece of ass since long before my wife passed away, that last year she was not up for anything.

I hear Martha stirring, so that is it for now.

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