Good day to you all again! I’ve got the next episode in the adventures of me and Rich. We left off after a day where we went out barely dressed and we had a rather intimate shower moment!
The day after our second date Rich called me and we spoke about making it more of a relationship and that we would actually date and be girlfriend and boyfriend – although I never really refer to him as a boyfriend cos he’s nowhere near being a boy, I say partner usually. We had a very long talk on the phone and he got quite intense talking about his feelings which was actually really nice, he said he felt like a young man again and that I was some kind of angel sent down for him.
He also said I left my shoelaces at his house, which was his jokey way of saying I left my gstring there, which was exactly the plan because now I had to come and retrieve it. He told me very specifically what he wanted me to wear and that we were going to be taking everything slowly when I came over.
I’m not a super submissive person, but I let him know he could do as he liked except for butt stuff, the soap thing was fine though. He said he had something planned and I was down for whatever.
The day came which was two days after our phone call, he called me again, then again just to make sure I was coming lol.
We met at the door and I walked in, closed the door and we had a long, wordless hug. No wandering hands or anything we just held each other closely. It was one of those moments where you stop and realise how much you actually like someone, eventually we progressed to light kisses, then tongues, then we let go of each other and we couldn’t stop smiling at each other.
“Before you come in I’d like you to undress please.” He said so politely it felt almost not sexual.
I obliged him and took off my outer clothes and socks. I was left in a pink bra and and lighter pink thong.
“You can dress when you leave, I’d like you like to be like this today.” He led me through to his lounge and we sat together and cuddled and talked. Boy did we talk! For hours, the whole time we spoke his hand was on my bum gently squeezing it or on my boobs over the bra.
We spoke for a long time about my choice of underwear as he was super into undies. I feel like some kind of historian sometimes on these things -.- basically the whole time his and his (sadly passed) wife were together and it was old style values, we’re talking full coverage knickers, kissing only at home and missionary sex only. Which is kinda funny because the first time we had sex I was on top and that was the first time he’d had that done to him! He said he wanted to try everything else and asked me to show him different positions which I agreed to. Externally I agreed to it, internally I was gushing pure kittens and candy because it was SO FUCKING CUTE that I was going to be his first with so many things!
It was after that that he had me stand up and stand in front of him, butt in his face and playing with the back of my thong while we spoke a bit about it, that he hadn’t really seen someone wearing one before me, were they comfy, why I wore them, did all girls wear them, etc. It was another thing I just found so adorable! I actually kept the truth from him a bit at that time. My first real intimate sexual partner who was again, much older than me, bought me my first few and I’ve always worn them since because it always makes me feel so desireable.
Back to reality Rich gently slipped his hands around my hips and pulled me to sit down on his lap, his hands sliding up my body and cupping my boobs while he kissed my cheek, taking little squeezes before he asked me to take off my bra, or to be precise;
“May I take your bra off, please?” which was too polite to refuse and it came off then quickly got replaced by his lovely warm hands. His hands roamed over me, generally he had a handful of breast and one moving over my tummy and gently rubbing my pussy over my underwear. I never felt him get hard though, he just tenderly explored my body. I was going absolutely nuts, I’m sure my whole body was glowing red! I stood up, turned around and straddled his legs, pushing myself right into his lap and staring into his beautiful eyes as he took two handfuls of my bum.
We started kissing each other slowly, passionately but slowly, it wasn’t like the kisses we’ve done before, it was just an extension of our intimate moment. His hands roamed again, sometimes on my breasts, sometimes on my bum, sometimes playing with the back of my thong slowly shifting it down then moving it back into place. He has this cute thing he does when I wear a thong where he adjusts it for me by pulling it down a bit, then running his fingers under the straps, like it has to be exactly where he wants it! He still does it when were in bed now and we’ve been going out for 3 years. It was those curious hands that turned me on the most, I could actually feel the front of my knickers sticking to me I was so wet.
So we kissed, kissed, kissed, then kissed some more in several positions and in the end we were both out of breath with chafed lips it felt like. He said he was making a cup of tea for us both and left the room, I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, then cleaned up a bit downstairs. He was calling my name from the kitchen and I walked in, he asked me to come over and his hand cupped my bum again.
“Did you need anything?” I asked
“Just this.” He said and he continued feeling me up. It was so funny to me I stood there and just let him have his way.
“I think I’m a really lucky man to have found you.”
“I’m a lucky girl, I think.” I said and leaned into his side, giving him a little squeeze. “You’re such a good kisser.”
“You’re better.” he said and kissed my cheek “Go and get a dressing gown, I’ve made us a little something for dinner.”
I went and retrieved my bra and went to find his dressing gown. He noticed that I’d put it back on and we had the strangest dinner conversation where we got talking about my undies again! I have 34D breasts and unless I’m in bed I find not wearing a bra to be a bit uncomfortable because they are quite sensitive as well, he grinned when I told him that. He got a bit more serious and asked me about sex, did I always want it from him and did I expect it all the time. I knew what he was hinting at and told him I really didn’t mind if he couldn’t get an erection, that what we had done today turned me on more than any of our sexual encounters had done so far. He put his knife and fork down and looked at me in disbelief.
“Whatever did I do to deserve you?” He is so good at flattery.
“Well you’ve obviously got loads of money, for one.” I said and smiled at him.
“Cheeky little minx you are, get yourself in that bedroom. Go on, I’ll be through soon.”
I took off the gown and got into bed, heard the sounds of him filling the sink and then he came to the bedroom, he started undressing, unbuttoning his shirt and we talked.
“Don’t think I’m probing everything because I’m not, but why is a nice young girl like you interested in an old chap like me? Not that I’m complaining.”
I sat up and thought about my reply. “Age is a number I guess? Honestly I’ve had sex with one person my age and I’d trade that for one of your showers. Even the soap up the bum thing.”
“I should have warned you there.”
“It’s fine. Just don’t think any of this is out of sympathy or anything, it’s because guys your age have manners, you know how to treat a girl and erection or no erection you can fuck me better than other guys can.”
“Language!” Rich said jokingly.
“I say what I mean and I mean what I say, darling.” I said with a smile and pulled the covers back.
The next hour was pretty blurry, if it was even an hour because it felt like ten! Rich fondled, kissed, rubbed, and nibbled every little bit of my boobs, bum, neck, tummy, face. Everywhere you can imagine and he tongue or lips went there – except my pussy! He just explored my body completely and I mean completely! He eventually slipped my thong off which was a godsend because that poor thing was like a washcloth after he was finished with me. I was shaking – shaking – with anticipation as his cock slowly sunk into me. He interlaced our fingers and kissed my face, kissed my lips kissed my neck, my ear and whispered what a good girl I was, what an angel as he gently and slowly made love to me. Our bodies were working in absolute, perfect and blissful harmony, a real connection.
It was real, honest love making that lasted all of two minutes before he came inside me and I felt a few tears come out because it was just this beautiful moment between us where we held each other while he went soft inside me. He was breathing heavily and so was I! I didn’t orgasm but just had this absolute intense feeling inside that I’d never had before. I really knew then that I wanted to be with him, like relationship with him. I’d felt like that with one other person ever.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you too.”
We’re just so polite to each other. We cuddled up in a wonderful afterglow until we both felt sleepy, we got out of bed and stood naked at the sink together brushing our teeth and having a wash.
“Do you have anything to sleep in?” Rich asked in a soft voice, he looked a bit dazed and tired after his efforts.
“Mind if I borrow a shirt? I think I decimated the knickers I brought.”
“You brought your toothbrush but not a spare pair?” Rich grinned at me. “There’s always that shoelace.”
“It’s not a shoelace! And no, I can’t sleep in those but I’ll put it on when I go in the morning.” I said as I pulled on his shirt and got in bed.
“Goodnight love,” He said and kissed me on the cheek. The part of me that reads into things far too much squee’d at being called love by him.
The next morning I went for a shower alone while we chatted in the bathroom, he walked me to the bedroom and insisted on watching me dress, I got a nice pat on the bum and a little kiss at the door before I was sent on my way. I can honestly say that night and the intimate moments were the first time I felt myself falling in love with that man.
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