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Maturity Is as Maturity Does
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Maturity Is as Maturity Does I’m in my early 60s, living in an apartment in Manhattan. A few months ago, you--a very attractive woman in your early 30s--move with your little girl into the apartment next door. Every other weekend, the same scene takes place. Your ex-husband pulls up in his car, with his girlfriend, to pick up the little girl for the weekend. About an hour later, a young guy arrives, toting a couple of six-packs. There’s loud music coming from your apartment until about midnight. The young guy leaves the next morning, and on Sunday night the ex-husband delivers the back home. I don’t get to know you very well, except to say hi in the hall. Then one Friday night I’m outside walking my when your ex-husband picks up the girl. After they leave, you sit down on the front step, and I can tell that you’re crying. After a minute, I go over and sit down next to you, and we start to talk. I’m expecting the six-pack guy to show up, but he doesn’t. So I suggest that, rather than spending the evening alone, I take you out to dinner. Somewhat to my surprise, you accept the invitation, and we go back to our respective apartments to spruce up. When you reappear, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I tell you that you look beautiful, and you blush slightly and take my arm. You smile when I open the cab door for you. “Not many guys will do that these days," you remark. We drive to one of my favorite restaurants on the top floor of one of the city’s tallest buildings. The moon is rising out of a liquid gold New York harbor, and you comment on how beautiful and romantic it is. We get a table overlooking the harbor and the Hudson River, and over dinner we begin with small talk. Then you tell me you deep-sixed the six-pack guy. You say you became tired of him getting half plastered on beer when he came over, and then satisfying himself on your body and going to sleep, without considering your needs. In the morning you cooked him breakfast and then he left you feeling down and sad about your life. After that I turn the conversation to lighter things, and soon we’re laughing together. When I bring you home around midnight, you thank me for a very nice evening, and I say I hope we can do it again sometime. It’s then that you ask, “Would you like to come in for some coffee?” I say that sounds like a nice idea, and we go into your apartment. I sit on the sofa as you make coffee in the kitchen. Then you come out and sit next to me, and to my surprise you lean over and kiss me. “What’s that for?” I ask. I’m very attracted to you, but I’m conscious of the fact that I’m old enough to be your father. You shrug. “Because you’re so nice to me,” you reply. We have our coffee then, and afterward I help put the dishes in the dishwasher. As we sit down on the sofa again, you say, “I don’t want tonight to end. It’s been the best evening I’ve had in years.” Then you surprise the hell out of me again by saying, “Can you stay with me tonight?” I just look at you for a moment. “But I’m an old man,” I say finally. “Not to me,” you say. “I like you so much, and I want to know you better.” You excuse yourself and go into your bedroom, and about ten minutes later emerge in a white terry robe, barefoot, with your long blonde hair, which was tied back, now flowing around your face. You look even more beautiful, if that’s possible, and very sensuous. You curl up on the sofa and lean against me. I put my arm around you and hold you close. The top of the robe billows out a little, and I can see that your bra is gone. The lower part of the robe falls open as you pull your legs up, revealing almost all of one thigh. You turn your face to me and we kiss, deeply this time, our tongues finding each other. After a few minutes, you stand up and turn on the stereo, then face me and start dancing to the music. You twist and turn provocatively, and then when the song ends you face me again and let the robe slip off your body, leaving you standing there in nothing but white thong panties. I can’t find the words to describe how beautiful you look. A slow song comes on and you start dancing again, even more sensuously and erotically than before. Your breasts sway, your erect nipples standing out. I’m speechless. I feel like a looking at a woman’s body for the first time. When the song ends, you hold out your hands to me saying, “Come on.” I get up and take your hands, and you lead me to the bedroom. We sit on the bed and you start undressing me. By the time you pull down my boxers, my dick is hard as a rock. “Wow, it’s beautiful,” you whisper, smiling. “It’s nice and long, and it’s so thick, too.” You then bend down and take the head of my cock in your mouth. You tease me by sucking only on the head, suctioning it hard and then letting it pop out of your mouth like a champagne cork. After about ten minutes of this, I’m on the verge of coming. You lie down on your back, and I stretch out and lean over you. I kiss your forehead, then your eyes and the tip of your nose, and finally your mouth. We kiss furiously, our tongues working. When our lips part, I kiss your neck, then begin to work my way down. I nibble lightly on your nipples, as you make little whimpering sounds, like a puppy. I then proceed south, kissing and licking your stomach, lightly sticking my tongue in your belly button. When my mouth reaches your thong panties, I grab the elastic top with my teeth, and you lift your ass off the mattress as I pull them down your body and off. I then start kissing and sucking on your toes, then move to your ankles, then up your legs, licking and kissing the insides of both thighs. You’re shivering with passion when I reach your crotch and start making circles around your vagina with my tongue. You begin to moan as I narrow in on your pussy and begin to lick the length of it from your asshole to your clit. That little button is now peeking out from its sheath, and I lick and suck on it until I bring you to orgasm. As you’ve coming down from your climax, I start rubbing my erect dick along your slit. Breathlessly you ask me whether I have protection, and I explain to you that I had a vasectomy some years ago. “Oh, good,” you pant. “I want to feel you shoot your load inside me.” I move into you slowly, not stopping until our pubic hair merges together. “Mmm, it feels so good!” you breathe. “Just stay that way for a minute or two, okay?” I do so, savoring the warmth and snugness of your pussy, until we both know it’s time. Then I slowly start to move. I employ a circular motion while sliding in and out of you, withdrawing until my cock is almost completely outside you, then ramming it back in. Partly because of my age, I’m able to hold off for a long time with this slow, steady movement. After about 15 minutes, you begin to whimper and your body starts moving faster. I can feel your cunt milking my dick, and you shake all over as you reach your second climax. This turns me on more, and I start to buck like a bronco as I come, too. Since I haven’t had sex in months, I have a full load of sperm to deposit, and it feels like I’m coming forever. We lie in each other’s arms for a while, just holding each other and listening to the music from the stereo. Then we get up and shower together. You take great delight in washing my body, especially my dick and balls. After doing that, you get down on your knees and start licking them, until I begin to get hard again. “I can see now why girls go for older men,” she says, smiling up at me. “You really know how to treat a woman. That other guy saw me as just a piece of ass. I always felt used after he left. But you’re different.” We go into the bedroom and get in bed again, naked as jaybirds. We start kissing, and I wind up eating you again. After you come, you say, “Now it’s my turn.” I lie back as you move down and begin nibbling at my balls. You take one in your mouth and stroke it with your tongue. Then you start licking up the sides of my dick. Finally, you take it in your mouth and slowly slide your lips all the way down until I feel the tip of it reach the back of your throat. With your tongue stroking the underside, I soon feel another climax coming on. “Wait,” you say. You raise your head and tell me to kneel in front of you, which I do. “Now jerk off,” you say. “I want you to shoot on my tongue.” I do as you ask. Most of my come hits your tongue, though a bit of it lands on your lower lip. Using your fingers, you scoop it into your mouth. “Mmm, you taste good,” you say. We then kiss, and I can taste my own jism as our tongues dance together. We go to sleep then, and in the morning you make me breakfast in the nude. When I tell you how beautiful you look, you come over and straddle my naked lap as I sit in the chair. Our lips meet and I become rigid almost instantly. Nobody told my cock how old it is. I feel as virile as ever. Breakfast has to wait for a while.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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5/8/2008 4:21 pm |
This was awesome!
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Another most excellent read! I simply adore you darling...
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I guess i'll have to move to N.Y. to have you....I on;y get the sixpack guys too! Bastards! lol I love reading you. I feel it helps me get to know you more. When we meet face to face and not fingertip to fingertip we will have such a sexual explosion N.Y. will wonder what now!!?  Thanks for sharing your gift with all of us. xx Sweet
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