Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  An extraordinary old woman, a willing young man

Codes; m/F old woman / teen boy

Summery; Gap year travelling boy meets a remarkably attractive old woman on a windswept Scottish island.

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

I could barely walk by the time I made it to the doctor's office, or "surgery" as they called it. 

An old woman sat behind a desk doing some paperwork. "Can I help ye?" she said in the thick accent of the Scottish islands.

"Would it be possible to see the doctor right away?" I asked.

"What's yere problem then?" she asked, staring at me with huge blue eyes through large round glasses.

"I have a pain in my groin." I said. "Are you the doctor?"

"Aye, I am." She said, getting up. She was thin, and as high as my nose. She wore a simple white dress that could almost have been a uniform, but could also just be a dress.

"Come in the back and drop you drawers." She said.

I decided it wouldn't have been any more comfortable if it were a man. Anyway, I already knew she was the only doctor on the island.

"Lie on the bench and roll onto your side. Are you here on holiday?"

"Yes, gap year." I said.

"Lift your leg so I can see. Oh my, have you been camping out?"

"No, but I did have to squat in the bushes a few times."

"A nasty bite it looks like to me, insect of some sort." She said. "Is your urine normal?"

"Not really." I said, "It's a bit painful."

"Well then I'll have to look a little closer to be sure it's nothing serious." She said. "Have you ever had a prostate exam? No, of course you haven't, you're but a lad."

She pulled a latex glove onto her right hand. "Relax, it has to be done." She said, squeezing some clear lubricant onto her finger. "It's not my favorite task either."

I resigned myself to what was about to come. I thought I was prepared, but I wasn't.

It was just the weirdest feeling ever; an insertion. And I got a hardon.

There was nothing I could do about it, I tried to will it down. My pants were around my knees and I was lying in my side with an old woman's finger up my ass. I didn't think I was sexually excited, but the sensation seemed to trigger a reflex.

Her finger squirmed around in there for a few seconds. "Try to relax, you're making it difficult." She said, "Just surrender."

"Sorry, I'm trying." I said, worried that she might find my stiff cock that was barely blocked from her view by my thigh.

Jesus, I was getting finger fucked in the butt by a Scottish granny lady; of all the things that had happened to me since leaving home, this had to be the one I'd most want to remain secret. And I'd been to Amsterdam!

The finger stimulated me in an odd way that I found simultaneously exiting and distressing. My cock was as hard as it had even been, and I was deeply embarrassed.  I felt humiliated in an oddly exhilarating way.

"Ok, everything seems well in there." She said. "Your testicles seem a bit enlarged; or are they always like that?"

"I guess they are." I said as she pulled out the finger and stripped off the glove.

"Well hold still, I'd better have a feel." She said neutrally, "Can't be helped, has to be done."

She started fingering my balls, working her way around the sack. My enlarged penis was still under my leg, and she was working from behind; but I knew she could feel the base during her investigation. The old woman feeling me up knew she was causing me to be aroused.

"Does that hurt at all?" she asked.

"No." I said. At least she didn't ask me if it felt pleasant, which would have been a more embarrassing  question.

"Have you had any trouble ejaculating?" she asked.

"I haven't had opportunity to try lately." I said, still managing to keep calm.

She laughed then, breaking the thin ice in the cold office. "Well we won't be checking on that just now." She said. "You can put your clothes on. I want to send some blood and urine to the mainland for testing, just to be sure, but I think it's just a bite. You must be staying at the inn?"

"Actually I was going to take the boat to the next island today." I said.

"Oh, you don't want to do that in your condition." She said. "I'll give Gladys a call and see if she has a room fer ye."

She put in the number and talked to the inn. "Nothing?" she asked. Away! Well, ta anyhow Gladys." She put down the phone. "Tourist season." She explained, "You'll have to stay here with me."

I helped cook dinner and we ate together; I didn't even realize at first that we were flirting. I began to notice that she was actually pretty hot.

That was weird; she was 60 or 70 years old [74 it turned out]. How could she possibly have any sex appeal to a fit young male like me? 

She had those big clear blue eyes, straight teeth, and a great figure. Firm ass I noticed as she walked into her kitchen.

Her hair was glorious gleaming white, and fell around her face casually yet flirtatiously, as if it were natural for a woman of her age.

Her face was that of an old woman; at the same time, it was beautiful. She had deep lines around her eyes and mouth, but her jaw retained its femininity and she had no hint of facial hair. Mostly though, it was her eyes.

She had deep blue eyes that seemed to glow with their own power in the dim light of the small room, eyes that saw deep into whatever they focused on. Those eyes were powerful weapons, they could spear a man if he let his guard down. She could be an angel, or a witch. Or just an bright amazing woman.

"We won't be having any wine with dinner." She told me, "You're on antibiotics and I don't need to be getting any sillier than I already am around attractive men."

We both laughed; but we both remembered her fingers on my balls, and I was sure she'd noticed my erection.

She'd been born on the island, went to school on the mainland, worked in Glasgow for most of her life, then returned here to semi-retirement when she was 60. She'd had 2 marriages, one of which had lasted 46 years until he had died a few years before.

"So since then you've been fending for yourself out here?" I asked.

"Yes, it's fine as long as I'm still basically healthy." She said. "I suppose I could get someone in to help, but there are no young people out here anymore, the kids all move to the city. I don't want to end up with 2 old sick people trying to look after each other, so I live alone. So how are your testicles feeling?"

"Does that have some connection to you living alone?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

She laughed, revealing herself somehow. I found myself smiling, just enjoying looking at her, being with her, getting to know her. Her flowing white hair was gleaming in the soft light of her small living room, the fire crackled and filled the room with a friendly smell. The night outside was dark and endless, there was no one else nearby, no one to judge either of us, to frown on our fun little perverse flirtation.

"Why, would you like me to examine them again?" she asked, half joking.

"I would." I answered neutrally, so she could take it or leave it.

"And what about the anal exam, did you enjoy that as well?" she asked.

"No comment." I said, this time looking into her eyes for an extra, meaningful second.

"Well that's a bit too fast for me, dear. I don't know how you young people do things these days, but in my time we would have a few dates first."

I leaned back, releasing her. "Sorry." I said, "I didn't mean to be inappropriate."

"Don't be silly, of course you did." She said, standing up and gathering the plates. "I'm quite flattered. Mind you, I still get plenty of attention, but not from lads your age. I'm 74 dear, I'm no longer interested in that sort of thing."

I stayed silent, embarrassed. I was relieved and thankful that she'd cleared the air, and I was also a little bit disappointed. That was strange.

I helped by drying the dishes as she washed. I was fine standing still, it only hurt when I walked.

We talked some more after dinner; I'd left home with my girlfriend, but we separated in London and went our separate ways.

"Did she meet someone?" the doctor asked.

"Yes." I said, "We were staying at a squat and I caught her coming out of another guy's room."

"Could it have been innocent?"

"She didn't lie about it." I said, "She decided to stay there with him, and I went on alone."

"That must have hurt." She said.

"Yes." I said, "But I guess it happens to everyone at some point."

"It does." She said, "Bit it hurts just the same. Go to bed now, and we'll see how you're doing in the morning."

She woke me with a soft knock just after dawn; she came into my small cold room wearing a quilted nightcoat, as if she'd just gotten out of bed. But her hair was lustrously brushed, and she wore a touch of perfume. She sat on the edge of my bed.

"Are you feeling better this morning? Has the swelling gone down?" she asked.

"I think it has." I said.

"Perhaps I should have a look." She said. "Although, I have to be honest, it isn't really necessary."

She looked away. "I mean, if you tell me the swelling is going down, that's sufficient, really."

"Are you trying to say you'd like to look anyway?" I asked, still waking up.

"Well... yes." She said. "If you want me to."

She looked at me again, and I had to smile at her.

My mind tried to catch up with the situation; my dick was stirring under the covers, and my face was flirting with the old doctor again. Did I really want her? Would I do it with a woman as old as my grandmother? I was 19 and I needed to do it constantly. If she wanted me, she could have me.

She was so cute, with her big eyes and white hair. She smiled back, and the pact was made. The lonely old woman and the lonely young man were going to fool around.

I pulled the quilt slowly to the side, over my knees, exposing myself to her. But this time it was different; she wasn't here as my doctor. She was here as a woman.

My cock seemed to feel her gaze, and it pulsed, inflating a little and shifting position on my thigh. She reached for it, and took it in her hand. My cock responded to the delicious sensation, swelling pleasantly.

"I don't want to have sex." She said, "My body is too delicate for that now. And to be honest, I lost the ability to have an orgasm long ago."

She stroked me, her hand sliding up and down my stiff length with a light sensuous touch.

"But I do find this enjoyable." She continued.

"Me too." I said.

She shifted her slim body so she was sitting between my open legs. I felt delightfully vulnerable; compromised, I was a baby to her. It was great and kinky.

She took my balls in her other hand, playing with me, fondling my genitalia.

"I could make you ejaculate." She said softly, "Would you like that?"

"I sure would." I said, truly enjoying myself.

"You find me attractive then?" she asked.

"I think you're gorgeous." I said.

"For a 74 year old woman you mean." She said.

"Because you're a 74 year old woman." I said. "It's easy to be beautiful when you're young. But I've never met a beautiful woman your age before."

"That's very kind of ye." She said, "But it's your lust talking. Hormones. If you have an orgasm, your brain will be flooded with endorphins and such, and as it fades away you'll see me differently. You'll see me as an extremely unsuitable mate, an old pervert taking advantage of you. And you'll be right."

"No, I would never think that." I objected, not wanting it to end.

She smiled at me indulgently, her fingers continuing their beautiful game on my organ.

"I'll just have to prove it to you." She said, and went down on me.

I pulled the quilt away completely, the cold air in the room was icily pleasant against my skin as I felt the heat of my old lover's mouth against my hard young penis. I looked into her wild blue eyes, and she looked back as she sucked me slowly deeper.

She grew more radiant, more beautiful, more wise and powerful as my lust for her increased, as my cock quivered and bulged in her experienced mouth, as her soft gentle fingers tortured my balls with pleasure. She was the doctor of ecstasy, the Scottish witch, sucking the essence from a willing young man.

She stopped and pulled away, holding my wet pulsing rod at the base.

"We'll just give this a moment to cool down." She said, "There's no hurry, is there now?"

"None at all." I agreed as the tension eased. "I don't have to go to school today."

"When you're talking to a woman my age, it's better to refer to going to work." She chided me. "I can't believe it, I'm pleasuring a school boy." She said, then lowered her face over me again for another round of wild sensation.

"You know," she said, coming up for another break, "I haven't done this for years. I'd forgotten what fun it can be."

"I'm glad to be of service." I said.

She laughed again, her eyes crinkling as she opened her mouth for my cock again.

She was teasing me to madness; I had to come! She seemed to detect my desperation, and she gave me that one last stroke with her lips that pulled me over the top. I groaned in agonized rapture, grabbed her old head between my hands, and held her there as I shot her mouth full with everything I had.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, holding my cock tight with her hands and lips, "Mmmm!"

She sucked and pulled for the last drop, then held me in her mouth for another minute as I shrank back to normal. I became aware of my hands and released her.

"Come down stairs for breakfast when you're ready." She said as she stood. She gathered her quilted coat around her slim form and went out and down the stairs.

I lay still for a few minutes, satiated but confused. It had been a great sensual blow job, by a sexy woman I'd been hot for. But now I saw her differently; I was disgusted with myself for having wanted her in the first place, how could I have been so mindlessly horny? She was as old as the hills; I really had to get out of there, away from this weird island, and back on my tour.

I had a shower, noticing that the bathroom had cracks in the grouting and hints of mould in the upper corners. When I went downstairs, Ava was working over a pot of porridge.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"I'm sorry about this morning." She said, "I was enjoying your company so much, and our little flirting. Now I'm afraid I've ruined it."

"It's ok." I lied, "I could have stopped you if I wanted to."

"Ah, but you're just a boy." She said, "A healthy strong lad like you just needs constant release, you couldn't resist me first thing in the morning, and I knew that, and I took advantage of you. Now don't say a thing for a moment, I know what I am; I'm not always a good person. I have my little weaknesses like everyone else.

"If you start walking for hours, the chaffing will likely cause you trouble. You shouldn't leave yet, not for another day or two. But don't worry, I won't trouble you, we can just pretend that this morning never happened. I won't be coming to your room again."

I ate my breakfast in silence, conflict flashing through my skull. I really did have to stay; I shouldn't resent her for what she did, it wasn't rape or anything. She was decent and deserved respect I suddenly realized, I was a shit for resenting her or begrudging her the semen I'd been so willing to release anyway.

Besides, she still had a great figure.

I don't like to be idle, so I made myself useful, cleaning her kitchen completely, inside the cupboards and under the sink. I did both bathrooms, using bleach to kill and clean the mould stains. I took the rugs outside and shook them, moved the sofa to vacuum underneath, and generally did those things that needed more muscle or height than the good old doctor had to spare.

She saw a couple of patients, and went out for a walk to the shop, returning after a couple of hours. I helped her make dinner, and we ate together again. And again, we flirted.

I couldn't stop myself, she was too much fun. She was full of stories and jokes, her laugh was contagious, her eyes seemed to drink me like wine. They sucked me in again, grabbed my balls as firmly as her soft little hand had done. She was small, old, and weak. But she still had power in her.

"Oh my, we're at it again, aren't we?" she said, standing to take the plates. She wore a long beige dress that should have been dowdy, but seemed to just emphasize her impressive contours.

"Thank you for all the work you did today." She said, "It gets hard for me out here by myself."

"I'm happy to help, it makes me feel useful." I said as I dried and put the dishes away.

Suddenly she was very close to me, and we were looking into each other's eyes again. My cock twitched and I felt a little lump in my throat. Her body was small and vulnerable, all I had to do was reach out and take her in my arms; she wanted me, I wanted her, so what was the wrong in it?

"You're looking at me in that way again." She said.

"Sorry." I said, stepping back.

"Look, I'm really flattered." She said, "But you know it's not natural. Let's just keep it platonic, all right?"

"Of course, yes." I said, embarrassed.

But later, she stopped on the first stair as she was heading to her bedroom. She turned and looked at me. "My door won't be locked." She said, and went up.

I sat still, stunned. Did she mean I was invited? What else could she mean? What was that odd emotion I was feeling, that desire to please her, to be close to her? I imagined holding her face to my crotch and pushing my cock into her pretty mouth again, but the thought didn't really appeal to me. I got up and turned off the lights, then went upstairs; on top of the landing, there were two doors. I knew she'd heard me on the stairs, I knew she was in her room, waiting to find out which door I would choose.

I thought of the cold bed waiting for me in the guest room, I thought of the warm friendly one that I'd been invited to share. How could I refuse her hospitality? I was 19, and she was amazing.

To still be sexy at her age, to have done what she did in her life, to be living out here on this cold windy rock alone... I was just passing through, in a couple of days I'd be moving on. So why not keep each other warm on this dark lonely night? Anyway, she'd already said she didn't want sex. I wasn't sure what I wanted either, surely not that. But the idea of cuddling with her was appealing, of keeping the lonely old woman company, of comforting her with my energy. I had so much of it after all, more than enough to share.

I entered. There was one dim light on the bedside table, Ava was already under her large quilt. I stood still for a moment, still not sure.

"Take your clothes off and come under the cover." She said softly.

I complied, the conflict in my head somehow adding to the excitement. I lifted the edge and slipped in with the horny old woman. She pushed her warm naked body back against mine, spooning with me. I put my arm over her, and my palm went to her tit without any conscious intent. It was small and surprisingly enticing. My cock was growing into the crack of her ass, and I shifted to set it up against the small of her back, the base between her cheeks.

"Oh." She said, "That feels so good. Don't go further though, just stay like that if you don't mind."

I kissed the nape of her neck, and bit her shoulder lightly, causing my cock to swell to full erection between our dissimilar bodies. After a while, we slept.

"Have you heard of Tantra?" she asked the next morning over breakfast.

"No." I admitted.

"It's a sexual yoga theory." She said, "The central idea is to hold your sexual energy back. In short, you make yourself totally horny but you don't let yourself climax."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

"Well that would depend on what the purpose is." She said. "Never mind, you're a lad and you have your needs. I have a patient in a half hour, after that I have to go on a house call. You're fit now, so you can travel if you like. But you're welcome to stay if you want to. It's good to have some male energy about the place."

She stood and came to my chair. She looked down at me, took my chin in her hand, and tilted my face up. Slowly, she bent and kissed my mouth. I sat still, letting her take the initiative, enjoying the excitement of our forbidden relationship, our lusty secret. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it gently, then bit softly. My cock was causing a bulge in my pants, but I knew it was going to have to wait.

"I'd like to stay a little longer." I said.

"I was hoping you would." She said, "Is there anything you want from the shop?"

"If they have some white silicone I could seal around your bath." I said.

She smiled at me with real affection. "You do know what it takes to please a woman." She said.

In the afternoon we went for a walk together, taking a rough trail to the jagged coast. It was windy, and the sea was rough. Huge waves rolled majestically in from across the Atlantic, and burst against the ancient rocks, blasting plumes of salty spray high into the air.

I looked at her face as she gazed out to sea. How odd to be here, so far from home, with so strange a date.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"You have amazing skin." I said. "Are you really as old as you say?"

She smiled, keeping her eyes on the horizon. There was something addictive about that smile, I wanted to see it all the time. It was contagious, genuine, and wonderful, even though it caused the lines around her eyes and mouth to show more prominently. Her hair was tied back, but a few snowy strands were loose in the wind, whipping around her face.

"Yes I am." She said. "No drinking, no smoking, eat properly, and stay out of the sun. I guess I have good genes. I have to be honest though, I did have a little tuck a while back, just to lift the cheeks."

We sat on a rock in a small alcove protested from the wind. I put my arm around her thin shoulders. She took my hand and held it. It was beautiful to be there with her, to silently share the moment.

I wasn't bothered by her admission that she'd had a facelift. She was 4 times my age, that was known. Could age be irrelevant? Could we transcend the massive chronological gap that stood between us? Perhaps she could just be a woman and I be a man, enjoying this romantic afternoon together, being with one another. I turned my head to stroke her ear with my nose, to smell her, to feel her hair against my eyes.

The age gap was erotic, it made our coupling crazy and forbidden. But actually, I just really liked her as a person, I wanted to be with her because of that. I didn't like her because I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to have sex because I liked her. I took the top of her ear between my lips and squeezed lightly, then released. I was rewarded by another of her dazzling smiles, and a squeeze against my hand.

Just as I was sharing my youth and energy with her, she was sharing her serenity and experience with me. We sat there for a while, not doing anything, just being. It was nice.

Later, at her small house, we shared our meal and then our evening together. We talked of small things and large, sitting close with the fire burning in the iron fireplace.

She got up and stretched herself like a cat. "I'm going to have a shower and make myself nice." She said. "I'll expect to find you waiting in bed for me in about a half an hour."

She went upstairs. I couldn't help but notice her fine rear in the light cotton pants she was wearing.

I went up and undressed, then got in bed. I was a little nervous; I liked her a lot, and I found her sexy too. But she was just so very old... what was she expecting from me, I wondered? My cock twitched a little as I thought about her, and I decided whatever she wanted would be ok with me.

The shower water stopped, but there was still another quarter hour or so before she came out.

The light was behind her, so I could only see her slim silhouette as she came towards the bed. I saw she was naked.

In the dim light, I couldn't see the inevitable sags in her old skin, which was a good thing. I knew they were there; I'd seen her naked in the light. I put the thought out of my mind and concentrated on her better points; her amazing health and fine figure, her terrific education and brain power, her bright personality and sharp wit.

She was a fabulous woman. If I'd only met her 50 or 60 years earlier... but of course, back then she wouldn't have dated a loser like me.

She'd told me stories of her younger days, and of the many men who'd pursued her. She was a gorgeous lady doctor, every man who met her wanted her then. Now, she was old; and she could still seduce a kid like me.

She got under the covers with me and we embraced in the warm darkness, our bodies intertwining as we kissed, her hand on my stiffening cock and her tongue in my mouth.

"I really really enjoy it when you get an erection for me." She whispered.

"I like it too." I said, caressing her back and ass with my fingertips.

"I want you to put it inside me." She said.

"Really?" I asked, responding to the pull of her hands as I maneuvered myself between her open thighs. She held my cock in her hand, rubbing it against herself.

"Carefully, slowly." She instructed, her other hand on the small of my back gently urging me to push.

She stirrer herself with the blunt end of my hard penis; she was a little greasy there, and I felt her open to accept me. I slid in just a little.

She stiffened and inhaled sharply, her hand slipping to my hip to stop my advance.

"Is it ok?" I asked.

"Yes." She said, "It feels wonderful, I'm just terribly nervous. The last time I did this you were eating your dinner in a highchair. Carry on, dear, but be careful. I'm delicate, like a porcelain doll."

I obeyed the commands of her fingers, gently pushing my young penis into her old body, pulling out, then pushing a little deeper.

I was conflicted; I wasn't at all sure I should be doing this. What would I feel later? Would I be disgusted with myself for doing it with a woman of her age? Still, my cock was hard, and she wanted it. Her body felt good, just as warm and welcoming as any of the girls I'd been with before.

Finally, I was in all the way, my stiff rod totally at home inside her. In the dim light, her eyes shone up at me from within the halo of her snowy hair, her smile was all the encouragement I needed.

"Fabulous!" she said, "I really wasn't sure it would be, but it is. Go on, do it." She said.

So I did; I pumped her gently, my rod sliding in and out of her easily and naturally. And why shouldn't it? She was a woman, I was a man. Her anatomy was made to do this, and was still intact. I kissed her, feeling a huge affection for the old woman, a swelling of my heart and cock as we made love.

Because that was what we were doing; making love. This was no wild spontaneous light hearted sex. It was deep dangerous emotional stuff. It was bonding, a woman and a man joining themselves together in the privacy of a dark lonely night, the pact of mutual desire overcoming their differences.

In this case of course, the differences were greater than usual.

Her body was wonderful below me, her feet behind my knees, her hands on my back and ass, her tongue in my mouth as I gently reamed her, slowly but firmly bottoming my cock into her, holding her delicate frame securely in my strong arms. The feeling was wonderful, yet...

"I want to feel you come inside me." She whispered. "Don't hold back, and don't pull out."

She'd told me she could no longer climax. She was clearly enjoying herself, but there would only be one orgasm here tonight.

Or perhaps not even that, because even though I was truly turned on by her, I somehow couldn't.

I pumped away at her, enjoying the feeling of it, the wild eroticism of the extreme age gap, my cock as stiff as it had ever been. But I couldn't come.

If I came inside her, it would seal a pact, an unwritten contract. Then we would truly be lovers. We had cuddled, kissed, shared our time and even a bed. She had blown me twice. But coming in her vagina was different somehow, it was real, it was binding. And I wasn't quite sure I wanted to be bound to her. But it had gone too far, I had to do it! I couldn't just pull out now, it would be an insult to her. To not ejaculate inside her would simply be rude.

Then I noticed she was getting more tense. Her fingers on my ass were starting to clench, she was moving beneath me. Was she faking it?

Her breathing was increasing and I noticed a vein bulging in her neck. I pumped harder; was she really going to come? My cock began to ache, I was suddenly getting close myself.

"Oh god..." she whimpered, "Don't stop now lad, don't stop!"

She was clenching me now, her arms lags and vagina all holding me tightly as I followed through, and she was coming, I'd caused my ancient lover to climax; and that was too much for me. I came with her, my balls going all out to release everything I had into her barren tubes.

Afterwards, we lay exhausted, her small head on my shoulder, her hand lightly stroking my chest.

"You're my god now." She said. "You can go home to America, but I'll always feel you inside."

I felt an urge to flee; why oh why had I done it? How could I have been so mindlessly horny? She was old, I would be stuck with her, she'd leach on me, suck out my youth as she inevitably withered.

I reminded myself I had a return ticket with a fixed date on it. I relaxed, and slept.

We continued to share her bed, but we didn't have vaginal sex again for a while. Ava sucked me off every morning though.

I liked that; I liked to watch her face as she did it to me. It was a subservient act, yet I was the one being taken advantage of. Oddly, I felt no shame when I came in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy the blow jobs as much as I did, but it was less intimate than full intercourse.

I ran out of jobs to do around the house and started typing her old patient records into the computer for her. We went for walks, talked, and made out in front of the fire in the evenings.

I liked to watch her when she walked. Walking behind her up a rough hill path, her tight buns and slim waist were girlish and reassuring. She didn't look her age, even in her face; she was one in a hundred, a rare beauty, a hot septuagenarian. Sometimes, looking at her face, I was freaked by her age. Other times I was awed by how good looking she still was. She was extraordinary; I was merely young.

I was at her front desk typing in patient records when the phone rang. "Doctor McInnes office." I answered.

It was the emergency operator; there'd been a car accident on the island, were we able to respond?

I drove as Ava directed, navigating the maze of narrow unmarked roads.

The accident was horrific; yet I wasn't afraid. I knew all I had to do was whatever Ava told me to.

"You there!" she called out to a burly local who was standing gawking, "Help shift that wreckage.  Luke, open my bag, find the morphine and pull 2 cc's into a syringe."

She was working quickly, tying off an arm to stop blood loss, seemingly impervious to the horror. Blood slashed against her clothing as she calmly and efficiently saved another life, stabilized a third, pronounced the death of a fourth.

We stayed there for a half hour, until a rescue helicopter came from the mainland to take the injured to a hospital.

"You were amazing today." She said to me that night as we went to bed.

"I only assisted." I said, pulling off my shirt, "It was you that was amazing; the way you took charge, you saved the man for sure, and probably the little girl as well."

"Poor lass." She said as she undressed, "I had to take charge, I'm the doctor. But I tell you Luke, I was really glad to have you there today. I don't think I could have done everything in time without you."

I pulled her close, her small breasts against my chest as my penis started to expand. She looked up at me; we had shared something deep that day, we'd performed as a team. We'd overcome difficulty and saved two lives together. We had stood together in the face of fear, overcome trauma and horror to do our jobs.

 I kissed her, feeling something hot and deep growing inside my chest. She stroked my naked ass, her body melting against me. Was it more than just lust between us this time? No way, I told myself. A teenager could never fall in love with a 74 year old woman, there was nothing to worry about. It was just a little experiment, a bit of fun for us both. I'd move on soon and resume my normal life, find a normal girl, go back to school. Ava would find a suitable man to help her with her needs, a woman like her always had choices.

She pulled away and walked around to the other side of the bed, and climbed in. I got in on my side and we met in the middle, her hand unerringly finding  my erect cock as I pulled her close.

"I want to do it again." She said.

"Ok." I said, with conflicting emotions. I wanted her, but I was oddly afraid.

"I was quite frightened last time." She said. "You were careful, but a body my age is fragile."

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom for a minute, then came back and got in next to me again. She pushed me onto my back and slid on top of me.

"I want to do it like this." She said, holding my penis against herself.

She pushed her body down, and I felt her vagina open to encase my organ. I realized she had put some kind of lubricant there.

She sat upright, sitting on my hips with my penis upright inside her body. The light was on, the quilt was off; I had full view of her 74 year old body. And I was still turned on, still erect.

Her belly hung slightly outwards, even though she was very lean. Her skin was pale, with a few prominent blemishes. Her breasts were small, hanging down and just slightly forward, with large erect nipples that my lips knew well.

Her big clear eyes stared down at me through her rich tangle of white hair; I appreciated she didn't color it as most older women did. She didn't try to disguise her age, she took pride in it. There were deep lines around her eyes and at the corner of her mouth, yet the shape of her face was still sexy, her chin was small and cute, her nose narrow.

She smiled, and I returned the compliment.

"God, you're so sexy." She said.

"So are you." I said.

She laughed, causing her tits to wobble enticingly, and began to gently rock back and forth.  I lay still, watching her, admiring her. She was special, one in a thousand. I was proud to be her lover, her assistant, her boy. I was her servant, almost her slave... I was willing to obey her, adore her. She deserved all I could give, and more.

We rolled over so I was on top, her knees rose up and her small feet embraced my ass. I put my hands on either side of her head, and as I stroked her face, the old skin pulled back to reveal the beauty she'd had as a younger woman. I held myself still, my cock pulsing silently inside her body as we looked into each other's eyes. I kissed her mouth gently and sensuously, she ran her hands over my back and shoulders.

"Shit." I said.

"What is it?" she asked.

I felt something rising in me, something that had to escape. I tried, but I couldn't stop myself. "I love you." I said.

"Don't be silly." She said, spanking my ass as hard as she could from that position. "Go on now, be a man and... fuck me."

The sting on my rear spurred me into action, I started to pump her. My weight was all on my elbows and knees, she was safe below me, her old body only to be cherished. It didn't take long this time; she started to moan in deep pleasure, in orgasm. She was so hot when she came, so utterly sexy; she wasn't an old woman, she was just a woman, my lover, my desire.

I came inside her, pumping my semen into her body in a great glorious guiltless climax.

"Oh Christ." She said.

"What is it?" I asked, holding still on top of her.

"I think I love you too." She said. "This can't be good."

I canceled my trip to Thailand, and stayed with her through a long harsh winter; we kept each other warm, snuggling under her big quilt as she fondled me and told me stories of her long interesting life.

The next summer, I stayed with her as the tourists and summer residents came back, working as her assistant during the increased workload period. Then I went back to the US to start college.

I missed her, I used to find myself thinking of her, imagining her bright eyes were looking at me in that adoring addictive way.

I returned to her every summer; We grew even closer, we worked together, lived together, and the sex just got better. We even had a threesome going on for a while with Gladys from the inn.

Now that I've graduated, I have to decide.

Should I return to the island? Or stay here with my 22 year old girlfriend Debra?

Sometimes, when I'm with Debra, I think of Ava, and come. That can't be right.

Ace 2012 

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