Getting and Staying There – [MF] [50s] [Edging] [Conference]

While attending a conference, I met a woman in her mid 50s, about my age, who sat at my table while we listened to the Friday night keynote speaker. My university had sent me to this conference for department chairs. We paired up for a breakout session to discuss some questions and we really seemed to hit it off. The session ended at 8 pm and the next session was not until 9 am the next morning.

I asked if she had plans for the evening as I knew neither of us were local. She indicated that she did not and asked me if I’d like to walk around downtown with her as she did not want to walk by herself. I agreed and said I’d just like to go back to my hotel room to change into jeans and comfortable shoes. She wanted to do the same, so we headed out. We walked to the same elevator and exited on the same floor. She was only a few rooms down from mine.

After changing, we met in the hallway and headed back down to the ground floor and out onto the crowded street, full of pedestrians, some local, and many from out of town.

We walked several blocks, checking out the occasional shop, but neither of us were really interested in shopping. We found a small pub with outdoor seating, and I asked if she’d like to get a drink and sit to take in the view of the city. She smiled warmly and nodded.

We sat at a small table and sipped our rather large glasses of wine. We talked about our experiences as professors and laughed sharing stories of funny student papers. Her smile and warmth were truly a delight. She was also pleasant to look at, being of average height and weight, medium length graying hair, and dancing green eyes. Her smile and her eyes captured my attention.

As the wine started taking effect, our conversation became a bit less guarded. I told her that though the conference was done Saturday afternoon, I was planning to stay until Sunday afternoon, extending the trip a bit to take advantage of some R and R time. She smiled when she heard that and said that she was planning to do the same. It is a rare opportunity to have some down time.

After a pause in the conversation, she turned her face to me and asked, “So, what do you like? What would you do if you had all kinds of free time?”

“Hmmm” I thought. “I would take my time to slow down and really enjoy, savor, the things I really love. Life is often just too rushed.”

“Mmmm. I love that answer. And what sorts of things would you like to savor?” she asked leaning in.

“I love long walks in beautiful places. I love to linger over a delicious dessert, slowly enjoying the flavors and textures.” Grabbing my glass, “I enjoy slowly sipping a good glass of wine while enjoying an unrushed conversation” smiling warmly at her.

She smiled back, “That all sounds amazing, and I totally agree with you. Anything else?”

I paused here, not sure if I should share the other thoughts running through my head.

She encouraged, “Oh come on, tell me. I’m a big girl” she winked.

Looking down, “Well…I also love to make, shall we say, more…sensual experiences last. I love to savor and extend pleasurable experiences for myself but especially for others. I love seeing the other lost in pleasure and able to just receive and experience something amazing for as long as possible. It gives me great joy.”

I couldn’t believe I had just said all of that. And I lifted my eyes to hers to gauge a reaction.

“She blushed a bit but looked directly into my eyes. “You’ve just said what I have always wanted to say, but never had the courage. Oh my God, I can’t believe I just admitted that to you.” Now she looked down.

After a brief pause, I reassured her, “Well, it seems that we are both in a bit of unbelief, but I am also thankful that we share the same likes. Perhaps we can find some ways to enjoy savoring some of these things together?”

The wine was definitely having its effects on both of us. She responded by rubbing her leg against mine and softly saying, “Mmmm…perhaps we can. Perhaps in many of the ways you mentioned.”

“Well” I replied, “I think we have the slow wine-sipping thing down. We have been nursing these drinks for 45 minutes.” We both laughed.

Again, a pause in the conversation as we watched the crowds move up and down the sidewalks under the well-lit streetlamps and colorful shop signs.

Checking my watch, “It’s only 9:30. Would you like to do anything else?”

Now she paused for a moment. This time, I it was I who encouraged, “Oh come on. Tell me. I’m a big boy” I said a bit playfully.

She swallowed the last of her wine with a gulp, “I would like to do something else.” She raised her eyes again to mine. “I’d like to savor, as you said, a sensual experience on the receiving end. That would be a new experience for me.” Her cheeks were red from both blushing and the wine. My face felt hot too.

Grabbing her hand, “It would truly be a great pleasure for me to take you …there.”

She nervously smiled, “I don’t even know what to say or do.”

Squeezing her hand, “You don’t need to say or do anything. Let’s head back to the hotel. I will come to your room after I change into my PJ’s. All you need to do is get ready for bed as normal. Grab a large towel from the bath to put over you. We are going to start with a massage. The only thing I will need from you is communication about what you like and don’t like and eventually where you are in terms of how close you are to an orgasm. That’s it. No need to talk. No pressure to think or plan. No need to concern yourself with me. This is all about you.”

We walked back to the hotel, mostly silent, her arm wrapped around mine.

I reassured her, “If you change your mind at any point, there is no pressure. I want you completely comfortable.” I felt her squeeze my arm.

“Thank you” she said, raising her head to look up at me. I am a slender 6′ 3″ and I estimated her be 5’6″.

I stopped ay my door and she continued to hers. “How long would you like?” I asked.

I think I’d like to shower and get cleaned up, so how about 30 minutes?”

“Sounds perfect”, I replied. “See you around 10:30.”

After showering, I put on a tee shirt and pajama shorts and not so patiently waited until 10:30. That was a long 10 minutes. Then I reminded myself that this was all about savoring…slowing down.

Finally, I knocked on the door and she opened it wearing a robe. I could smell the soap and shampoo she had used, and her wet hair looked amazing. “Welcome my friend” she exclaimed with a warm smile. I still can’t believe that this is happening. I’ve dreamed and fantasized about it so many times, but never thought I’d get this far.”

“I know what you mean. It is the same for me. Only in my fantasy life has this occurred, though I’ve played it over and over again in my head.”

The room was lit with four candles, one in each corner of the room. We walked to the bed and she let the robe fall to the floor, revealing only a pair of black silk panties, her soft skin covered her gracious curves reflecting the candlelight warmly. She lay face down on the bed and pulled the towel over herself.

Applying some lotion to my hands, I started at her feet, providing long slow strokes, and spending lots of time paying attention to each foot from toe to soles, arches, ankles and heal. The soft moans periodically indicating spots and touches she liked.

“Good, I will need to know what you like, so don’t be shy in telling me. Communication is going to be key if we want the maximum pleasure for the longest time possible.”

I moved up to her lower legs, kneading the muscles, then following with long slow strokes. I slowly moved higher, past her knees and up her thighs, pushing the towel higher as I worked. As I slowly moved higher, she spread her legs out a bit, indicating her growing desire, but as I approached the edge of the black silk, I moved to massaging her shoulders and back. I focused on finding any areas of tension and rubbed them out. More periodic moans urged me on and provided me with pleasure, knowing she was being cared for and was enjoying it.

I moved lower and lower down her back, finally reaching the waistband of the thin silk garment. Sliding my hands down further, they glided over the warm silk, smooth and soft under my hands. Again, more moans. I massaged her buttocks and thighs occasionally sliding under the elastic waist and legs bands. She began lifting her waist off the bed, urning to be touched.

I placed a hand on her right inside thigh and pushed it to the right and up so that she had one leg straight and one bent. I could immediately see the moist spot that had developed between her legs. The sight of her was amazing.

Lightly, I slid my fingertips over the inside of her thigh, up and across the warm wet place on the silk that clung tightly against her, showing the shape of her well. She again moaned with a slight shudder as my fingers brushed across her. I traced paths across and around her for at least ten minutes as she lay there, each minute sensing her growing desire and need for more touch.

Slipping my fingers under her waistband, she raised her body again. “Please…” she requested. pleading for me to pull them off, which I did.

“Turn over for me and get comfortable.” I directed. “We are going to be here a while.”

She turned over and I propped a pillow up behind her. Her full breasts were captivating, and her eyes were wide with anticipation. I crawled up beside her and placing light kisses all around her full breasts, slowly working my way toward the nipple. At the same time, my fingers caressed her thighs, again slowly working up higher.

As I started sucking lightly on one nipple, my fingertips caressed her warm lips that surrounded her moist center, and she spread her legs, opening to me. She drew in a large breath and slowly breathed it out.

“Mmmmmm….” she moaned as my fingers traced around her and up, circling slowly around her now pronounced clit.

“I think you like that, yes?” I asked.

“Oh yes. I like that very much.”

“Well then I am going to do that for a while then.” Checking the clock, I noted the time and mentally set a 10-minute alarm.

After five minutes, she was moaning and writhing under my finger circles. Every couple of minutes I would also change which breast I paid attention to with my mouth.

“I need you to touch me more” she requested as her hips rose off the bed, aching for more contact.

Now I moaned, “Mmmm…all in good time. Savor the ride my sweet friend.” For an additional 5 minutes I continued. Her body continued to rise in an attempt to meet my fingers more firmly.

Finally, I slowly slipped a finger into her, just a centimeter. Then two fingers, again, just barely entering. I noticed she was holding her breath.

“Mmmm…good. But you need to breath. We are far from done and you can’t hold your breath for that long! In and out…slowly…in and out.”

I got her to breath with me and once we were breathing in a slow rhythm, I pressed my fingers into her more deeply and circled them around, exploring her, finding the places that made her catch her breath, made her moan, made her tense-up. She felt amazing, she looked amazing, she smelled amazing. She was so wet, my fingers glided easily in and out and around her.

I sensed her getting close to an orgasm after dragging my fingers more firmly over her g-spot, her body tensing. I stopped and gave more directions.

“So here is where the communication comes in. We are going to use a 1 – 10 scale. A ten means you are having an orgasm. A nine means you are just about there. Your job now is to tell me what number you are at so I can adjust. My goal, if you are wondering, is to keep you at a nine for as long as possible. That is the ‘there’ that we are headed for. Got it?”

“Oh God. Yes, I’ve got it.”

“Good, so …where are you?” I asked as I lightly and slowly began rubbing her g-spot with my fingers.

“Currently…mmmm…a seven.” she said with her eyes closed.

“Mmmm…nice…let’s see if we can ramp that up a bit.”

I repositioned, sliding down between her legs. Again, my fingers began stroking slowly but a bit more firmly, while my thumb rested lightly on her clit, applying gentle pressure, then gradually started moving in circles.

“Mmmm…eight…” she offered as an update. My motions continued and increased ever so slightly in pace.

“Oooooo…” her body again tensing, “Nine….Nine…I’m at a nine…”

“Mmmm…I can see that you are and it is beautiful.” I slowed down just a hair and applied just a bit less pressure, keeping her from rising higher. “You only need to tell me once” I winked back at her. “I’ve got you.”

Her body, still tense. Her breath, shallow. Her eyes open a with a wild look. I sensed that she could handle a bit more and I pressed my thumb more firmly onto her clit and rubbed it in circles, rhythmic circles that matched the pace of my strokes inside her.

“Ohhhhh….Ohhhh…Nine….”

“Yes…Right there! This is where I’m keeping you. Savor it my friend. Ride it, let it wash over and around you.”

I kept her teetering on the edge, from eight to nine, backing off and rising again, over and over. Each time, she became a bit more desperate. The sheets under her were soaked. Again, I took her higher.

“Oooooo…” her legs shaking. Holding her breath. “…Nine….9.5…”

I placed less pressure on her clit, but increased the force on her g-spot, dragging the pads of my fingers over that delightful mound again and again.

Now she was getting really desperate. Her body writhing in front of me. “I need to cum, please let me.”

“Ohhh…believe me, I will. But all in good time.” I again slowed my thumb a bit more and slid my fingers out of her, then traced them lightly around her swollen pussy lips letting her recover for a few moments.”

“You are doing so well” I encouraged. “We have had you ‘there’ for at least 45 minutes. How are you feeling?” I asked. “Are you ok?” I asked with sincerity and concern.

“I” (pause). “I am…” She could not get the words out but her eyes told me everything.

“ok” I smiled. “Are you ready to go there again?”

“Mmm Hmm” she nodded.

I moved a bit higher up, with my lips just over her clit. I blew on her as my fingers again inserted into her and began pressing into her deeply, thrusting firmly and steadily, then my lips covered her clit, gently licking and sucking on her. She tasted like heaven.

Quickly the numbers rose, “Seven…eight…Ooooo…My…G…nine!” Her muscles tensed, her body rose, pleading with me to not stop. Grabbing my head, pressing me tighter into her. This time, my pressure and rhythm only increased. No stopping this time.

Her eyes wild, with tears flowing, she shook and convulsed as a huge orgasmic wave crashed over her, her legs coming together to squeeze my head and around my hand. My stroking continued until I knew the wave had fully passed. Slowly, her legs relaxed. I left my fingers in place and lay my head down on her lower tummy. I stayed motionless for several minutes, letting her recover, then gently caressed her inside with my fingers, wondering what her response might be.

“Whatever you want” I said as I looked up into her eyes.

“Ohhhh…I never….” she said as she wiped away the tears.

“Never ends today” I whispered, as I gently started to kiss her tummy.

She protested, “But wait. Don’t you want to be in the receiving end now?”

“Oh, believe me, I am receiving more pleasure watching you than you know. Tonight, is all about you. Oh, and don’t worry about numbers anymore, I can read you pretty well” I said with a wink.

I slipped my body down a bit lower and gently licked around her beautiful lips. “I promise to let you sleep at least four hours tonight. That gives me another few hours to take you ‘there’.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12buvi9/getting_and_staying_there_mf_50s_edging_conference

6 comments

  1. Very nice, though there were a couple of moments where I was picturing Will Ferrell’s “Lover” character on SNL. Even so, this is a nice change of pace from the weird incest and cheating that’s so common here.

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