It all started when I decided to join AFF. I’m a 69 yo married man, who has always been highly sexed. My wife, whom I love dearly, went through the menopause and came out totally devoid of sexual needs. It’s been quite a few years since we’ve had any kind of physical sexual togetherness.
On my profile I lied about my age, stating I was 60. Let’s be honest, I didn’t have much of a chance of finding anyone at 60, let alone 69! I told the truth about my marriage and stated that I was exceptionally good at giving oral. No picture, obviously. I’ve always been good at writing poetry and stories, so when I saw a 32 yo woman who wanted to hear her fantasies unfold, I got writing. She told me from the outset that she was also married but would never meet. She stated that someone her own age would be her preference, but I just took that as a challenge. I mean, I have the experience and I like the English language, so I’d see if I could convince her that being an old guy doesn’t mean I can’t still walk the walk.
After my first instalment she responded favourably, asking for me to continue. After the third instalment of my first scenario, she told me that she read my prose during work hours and that she walked around with her knickers soaking wet all day. She then added that she masturbated in the evening, whilst re reading the story, cumming harder than she had for years.
The second person I tried to chat to was a single, 60 yo woman. Very much a feminist, musician and very no nonsense in her attitude. She stated at the end of her profile definitely no married men and no player types. She actually wrote “Dick pix turn me off, if you’re interested, try writing a poem instead”
Ah ha, another challenge, I thought. so I wrote her a poem.
She’s slightly mad, a bit off norm,
I don’t know if she’s into porn,
but if you are her type of bloke,
she’ll readily have a little stroke.
Snogging, now, that is her scene,
when she’s asleep, it’s in her dream,
mouth on mouth, her lips do part,
squirming tongues, a sensual start.
Licking is first on her list,
attributes for a perfect tryst,
that, and promise to titillate,
she really is the perfect mate.
Now when it comes to be the time,
when fluids flow, both hers and mine,
it really must be far from crowds,
apparently, she’s extremely loud.
The weather’s fine, for a country drive,
top down, it makes one feel alive,
wind in hair, her dressed to flirt,
a little gap in her thin, sheer shirt,
Wandering hands, a playful slap,
her hand is teasing in my lap,
Mine in return, does a little stroking,
between her thighs is really soaking.
It’s time to park, to find a spot,
where we can walk, with talk, so hot,
we’re holding hands, as we stroll along,
so peaceful, quiet, just some birdsong.
Our talk is turning much more risky,
She’s on the verge of turning frisky,
verbal teasing is where it’s at,
if she wants me tasting her pussy cat.
We find a place, under a tree,
shady and hidden, where none will see,
We throw the blanket on the ground,
two pillows form a little mound,
at first we sit, and I stroke her arms,
massaging her neck, her body calms,
and as she starts to really relax,
her neck, with mouth, I start to attack
planting kisses on her shoulder,
her sighing only makes me bolder,
I turn her head, but nowt’s amiss,
I’m tying to steal a long, slow kiss
Her lips do part, and so do mine,
our tongues do touch, and then entwine,
I feel a tremble in my core,
I really need this and want much more.
Deft fingers on her blouse, do work,
I glance, and see her tiny smirk,
hand slips inside, and cups a breast,
thumb on erect nipple, rests,
a gentle stroke, then thumb and finger,
on her erect nipple, lingers
then moving slowly across her chest,
caresses the other boob, with zest.
both breasts exposed, to the summer breeze,
nipples erect, they’re aiming to please,
my mouth starts moving, from her mouth,
with hot, moist lips, I’m heading South.
She lays her head down, on a pillow,
and notes, their shade tree is a willow,
my hands and mouth, both work together,
With her eyes closed, she’s smelling heather.
I run my hand down her right side,
over hip and thigh, it slides,
just behind her knee, it rests,
fingers stroking, soft, white flesh
she murmurs quietly, exhales a sigh,
as fingers stroke her inner thigh,
legs start to move, then slowly spread,
I glace and see she nods her head.
I slip my hand inside waist band,
her mons is resting, in my hand,
I grind my palm against the bone,
her response, is a long, low groan.
middle finger parts her lips,
along her hot, wet groove, it slips,
up the left edge, down the right,
round and round, the touch is light.
stroking lightly around her hood,
her clit is swelling, as it would,
her breathing’s getting very fast,
it’s obvious, she’s not going to last
My lips find hers, tongues start French kissing,
fingers thrusting deep, not missing,
thumb on clit, her cunt in spasm,
she cries out at her first orgasm.
I’m pleased to say she responded with a giggle and said she would consider meeting me for lunch.
I’ll write part 2 if there’s any interest. I realise that’s it’s not your usual young peoples type of story.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x36t2c/an_old_mans_story
I would like to read a Part 2.
I like it, give us some more😁