Older Men
(I hope this is the way she would tell it)
On my way home from college for Winter Break, I stopped
somewhere between Nashville and Memphis to spend the night in an
economy motel. It was late, so I chose to grab a quick bite to
eat in the restaurant that adjoined the motel. Noticing that the
small dining room was empty except for one man sitting alone in a
booth, I walked in and took a seat in the booth in front of him,
my back to his.
"Would you like to join me"? I heard him ask.
I knew he was probably hitting on me and turned to
politely decline. When I did however, I couldn't help but notice
that he was a very attractive older man. I don't know if it was
his graying hair or his deep blue eyes that really got my
attention. I guessed him to be in his mid forties or a little
older. Deciding what the heck, I said, "Sure, I don't like
eating alone either."
I found him to be intelligent and funny. His sarcastic
sense of humor kept me entertained all through dinner. After
dinner, he walked me back to my room and wished me a good
evening. He never once made any advances toward me.
As I showered I couldn't get him off my mind. He seemed to
be such a gentle man. I remembered how he had, so delicately,
folded his hands in front of him on the table while we waited for
our meals. Then there was those eyes, those blue eyes and
relaxed smile I just couldn't get them out off my mind. Nothing
about him had seemed forced or hurried. He'd spoken with
sincerity, even in his humor there was something very real about
him. Then, for no plausible reason, I found myself wondering
what kind of lover he would be. From that thought, it was a
short hop to asking myself if I wanted to find out.
My answer was yes. After all, we would never see each
other again and no one would ever know.
I took a quick shower, dressed and started digging in my purse
to make sure I had a condom. I was in luck. I slipped the foil
packet into the cup of my bra and called the front desk asking to
be connected to his room.
He answered on the first ring. "Hello."
I took a deep breath, unable to believe what I was about to
do. Even as I spoke I realized that my words came out too fast
and probably too loud. "I hope I didn't disturb you, but I can't
sleep. Would you like some company"?
"Sure, he said, I'm in 222, but I can come over there if
you like."
"No, that's alright. I'll come to your room." I didn't
have a clue what I was going to do when I got there.
I quickly ran a brush through my hair, put on some eyeliner
and a touch of pale lipstick. Checking myself in the mirror, I
did a quick 360. Satisfied with my appearance, I headed for room
222, uncertain why I was doing this.
He had a glass of red wine in his hand when he opened the
door. "I always have a glass of wine before bed, even on the
road. Join me"?
Thank God, I thought. I really needed a drink.
After the second glass of wine and some nervous small
talk, he put it all on the line. "So what makes a beautiful
young woman like you come to an old man's room late at night"?
The wine had given me courage. Without speaking, I got up
out of my chair and walked to the where he sat on the edge of the
bed. Still without a word, I grasp his cheeks, leaned over and
kissed him full on the lips. He sat his glass down and placed
one hand on each of my hips. He broke the kiss and pushed me
away slightly. At first I thought I was being rejected.
Instead, he looked up at me with his soft blue eyes and smiled.
"Let me look at you, so young and beautiful."
I blushed. Embarrassed yes, but at the same time I could
feel a familiar dampness between my legs. I unzipped my dress
and shrugged my shoulders, letting it fall into a heap around my
feet. Removing the condom from my bra, I laid it on the table
next to my wine glass. Not once did I allow myself to wonder
what he must think of my coming to his room, stripping in front
of him. It didn't matter. Why, I don't know. I don't consider
myself promiscuous but for what ever reason I wanted this man. I
didn't love him, didn't want to have an affair with him, I just
wanted to fuck him.
Unhooking my bra, I let the straps slide slowly off my
shoulders while still holding the cups in place with my elbows.
Pushing my elbows inward, teasing him with the swell of my
breasts. The room was cool causing chill bumps to cover my body.
I saw his eyes widen as he reached to gently pull my bra away,
exposing my already hard nipples. Cupping one of my breasts in
each hand, he tenderly kissed each of my swollen nipples.
Unlike the men, or should I say boys, I've known, he didn't
pinch, squeeze or knead them like fresh dough. No, he caressed
them, gently running his fingertips over the nipples, tenderly
holding the swell of each breast in the palm of his hand.
Then he looked up at me, as if asking permission. The look
on my face must have convinced him it was okay to proceed. He
hooked one thumb under each side of my panties, pulling them down
around my ankles. As I stepped out of the plain white cotton
garment, he planted a soft kiss on my lower belly.
Next, very slowly and deliberately he pushed my legs apart,
kissing the tender area of my inner thighs, moving from one to
the other pausing momentarily in between to kiss my exposed lips
and briefly run his tongue over my erect clit.
He stood and pulled the covers back on the bed. I sat on
the edge of the bed where he had been, suddenly nervous and shy.
My entire body felt tense. And I realized that I had my
knees tightly clamped together. I actually considered running
away at that point. My mind raced, questioning what I was doing
and why. The man was old enough to be my father. As he disrobed
though, I realized he wasn't my father. He was a man and
regardless of his age, he was in great shape.
Then suddenly, there he was, standing naked before me, his
cock hanging half erect staring me in the face, inviting me to
suck it. It looked large, the uncut foreskin still covering most
of the head. It was the first uncut cock I'd ever seen in real
life.
When he didn't move, I realized he was teasing me with his
dick in the same way I had teased him with my tits when I took my
bra off. I love a challenge and the sight of his cock less than
six inches from my made me lose some of my inhibitions. I
caressed his tool in both hands, pulling his foreskin back to
reveal a dark pink head. Sucking him into my mouth slowly, I
savored the velvety head before working my lips down the shaft
until I felt the tip bump the back of my throat.
The moisture between my legs increased as he grew harder and
longer in my mouth, my enthusiasm growing as heard his faint
sighs. His dick quickly became too much for me to swallow so I
took it out, admiring for a second the head, wet with my own
saliva, glistening in the light. Holding his very impressive
tool at the base, I began licking and sucking the shaft all the
way down to his balls.
I was enthralled by the sight as well as the feel as the
largest cock I'd ever seen continued to grow. My fingers were
barely able to reach around the amazing girth. I squeezed the
base of his gorgeous cock, watching the head change from soft
pink to dark purple. I was like a child with a new toy, simply
staring at it, engulfed by the beauty of his amazing organ.
My trance was broken when a small drop of cum leaked from
the tip. Instinctively, my tongue darted out catching the clear
liquid before it could get away. The bitter saltiness of his cum
on my tongue sent a shiver through me, as a small orgasm sent
shock waves throughout my body.
Nothing excites me more than watching a huge cock leaking its
first drops of anticipation.
When my wave of lust subsided, I opened the foil packet and
carefully unrolled the rubber onto his steel hard pole. Then,
lying back on the bed, I pulled him to me.
He took my lead perfectly, taking one of my ankles in each hand,
spreading my legs wide to give himself full access to my hungry,
wet hole.
It was with mixed emotions that I grasped his dick in one hand
and guided the head toward my anxious slit. Part of me wanted
him to bury his dick as deep and as hard into me as he could.
Another part however, wanted to watch my pussy slowly swallow his
beautiful bone.
I got what I wanted as he slowly pushed his cock past my swollen
cunt lips and into my throbbing cunt.
Unable to restrain myself however, I thrust my hips
upward, driving his meat into the depths of my heat. At the same
time I let go a river of my own cum, grinding my clit against his
pelvis.
He waited until my climactic seizure subsided before continuing
to fuck me slowly and deliberately. With each stroke he pulled
his rod all the way to out before gently re-entering me, slowly
diving to full penetration. With his balls resting against my
ass, he would pause for just a heartbeat before repeating the
motion. No man had ever taken that much time with me. He was
clearly in no hurry and my pussy thanked him by opening up wider
to accept all he had to offer with ease.
I found his rhythm and matched his strokes until we were
both sweating and gasping for breath between hot, deep kisses.
Then I saw the muscles in his face tighten and felt his pace
quicken. He began swelling to even greater girth inside me.
Those were the only warning signs before he let out a small
groan, his face reddened and the veins on his forehead surfaced.
He drove his cock hard and deep, holding it there. The next
thing I knew, he pulsing inside me. His orgasm seemed pleasurably
endless. After his cock lurched several times in quick
succession, he fucked me a few strokes and it pulsed again. He
did this at least three times, each time his cock pulsing
stronger and longer than the time before. I have never felt
anything like it. Each time, it caused a volcanic eruption
inside me, releasing a river of hot molten cum to leak from my
cunt, trickling down between the cheeks of my ass.
When we pulled our bodies apart, I lay beside him, the
heat from his body soothing me. Neither of us spoke. There were
no words to explain what had just happened. What could we
possibly talk about? We didn't even know one another's name.
The only sound was that of our heavy breathing.
Finally, he dozed off into a deep sleep.
As I crept back to my room, I couldn't stop smiling. I had
just experienced the most fulfilling sex of my life.
I have often heard the expression "Thank God for Older Women,"
well I say, Thank God for Older Men." They know how to fuck.