An old mans story: Part 2

We messaged back and forth but she didn’t seem very interested really. The younger lady couldn’t get enough of my story though, so I wrote more and more to her, quietly contented that at least my words could have an effect on a young woman.

During my fleeting messaging to the older lady, let’s call her Helen, I accidently sent a part of my dogging scenario to her by mistake, to which I received a not too happy reply and was told that she had no intention of meeting me now. Obviously, I was annoyed at myself for making such a silly mistake, but I was also pretty cross, feeling that I was being treated unfairly, as it was a sex site after all. I angrily wrote to Helen that I thought she was having a hissy fit for little reason and that yes, I’d made a mistake, but after all, she was 60 not 16 and had lived a full life, so surely a little spicy fantasy wasn’t that bad?

To my astonishment, she replied. She apologised, telling me that she’d has a few drinks and had been with her feminist group that evening and was probably over reacting and yes, she would still meet with me, but only as friends. So I made a reservation at a very good pub that serves seafood, as Helen is a pescatarian. I drove the 30 miles, picked her up at our agreed meeting point and off we went. We were early, so we went to a car park next to a river and walked the bank, chatting easily, laughing often, and discovering that we actually got along very well. I won’t bore you with the trivia, but lunch was a huge success, followed by coffee in a seaside café and a walk along the sea shore. Regrettably, I had to take her home, as we’d been out most of the day and I needed to get home to my wife. As she was about to get out of my car, she turned and planted a small kiss on my lips. That became longer, and more sensuous the second time. Then she was gone.

That evening we spent a long time messaging back and forth, exchanging phone numbers and arranging our next meet at her home.

The 7 days I had to wait before I saw her again felt like a month, but I had a great feeling that this was going to be something very special, and believe me, it was.

I arrived at her home at 11am, rang the door bell and was let into her flat. Helen was wearing a short summer dress, showing off her huge bust, curvy hips and gorgeous, shapely legs. As she turned to walk me into her garden, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her bum. So round, firm and perfectly sized to match her small frame. We sat in the garden drinking tea, chatting like old friends and laughing often. Then she took my hand in hers and said, well, are you coming? She led me into her bedroom, where I sat on her bed with Helen standing between my legs, so close that I could smell her. I placed my hands on her calves, stroking gently down to her ankles and back to behind her knees, moving to her shins, knees and outer thighs. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, yet firm, taught. When I started stroking her bottom, her sighs were quite loud, spurring me on more. After what seemed like an hour but was probably 10 minutes, I grasped the hem of her dress, stood up and slowly pulled it over her torso, eventually removing it completely and throwing it onto the floor. Oh wow. Her bra and panties were black lace, with more holes than material, her large areola clearly showing through the flimsy lace. Her hips were like her legs, soft and rounded but firm. I undid the clasp of her bra and very slowly exposed her breasts as I removed it. Then i slid my hands down her torso, enjoying every inch of naked flesh as I worked towards my goal. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and without stopping, very, very slowly pulled them down over her thighs, past her knees, where she deftly stepped out of them. I sat on the bed again, her huge tits right in front of my face, her neatly trimmed pussy only inches away. I lifted her left leg, placing her foot on my thigh and started licking. From her ankle, up her calf, lingering behind her knee, round the front, up her thigh until my tongue found the groove between leg and torso. I could smell her sex as I fondled her bottom, dragging my tongue across her belly and back down the other leg. My hands were grasping at her flesh, squeezing her arse hard, pulling her cheeks apart, knowing it was spreading her labia, enjoying the gasps and sighs emanating from between her lips.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x3f9jh/an_old_mans_story_part_2