In Praise Of Older Men
A 22-year-old woman has an affair with a 50-year-old married man. An older man sex story.
For about perhaps the 20th time I wondered if I was doing the right thing. So ok, we had talked on the phone lots of times, sent each other letters and e-mail, but meeting face to face was different, what if neither of us was what the other expected.
I knew the basics about him he was 50 unhappily married, fun to talk to, clever with words, wore glasses, and was shorter than me. He knew I was 22, single, taller than him, also wore glasses, and just looking for some fun, and that was as far as it went. Oh well, I thought it’s a bit late now, the plane had just landed and in 10 minutes we would each find out for sure.
Melbourne was its usual summery self, raining and cold, thankfully the plane pulled up at one of those moveable tunnel things and I didn’t have to walk across the tarmac in my summer dress, feeling very nervous I walked out of the tunnel, I saw him before he saw me, so I had a chance to watch him for a bit, ok, so he was short and balding, but he had a nice face, and his eyes lit up when he spotted me.
We smiled at each other, and he didn’t give me a chance to feel self-conscious, he took my overnight bag and my hand, and we went in search of my suitcase. It’s just as well Jeff was there with me, or else I would have gotten lost. Tullarmarine Airport is about 10 times the size of Hobart airport, and it seemed like a million miles from the tunnel to the luggage carousel.
After what seemed an eternity my battered suitcase appeared, and then we went off in search of Jeff’s car. That was another surprise, the car park was enormous, and it took about 15 minutes to get to the car. Jeff, playing the gentleman, had both my overnight bag, and suitcase, and I was looking around in amazement.
Not wanting to be seen as the ultimate country hick, even though this was my first time away from my home state, I did manage some semblance of nonchalance by the time we got to the car. When we got into the car, Jeff didn’t start the car immediately. He said he had some things he wanted to get out in the open first before we went anywhere. First, he explained about his marriage, not that that worried me, then he seemed rather embarrassed, and admitted that he hadn’t made love since he was 50.
Apparently, his wife seemed to think that sex was only for young people and as soon as he turned 50 she said that he was too old and didn’t need it anymore. So, for the past 3 years, all the relief he had been getting was masturbating to porno movies, and he wasn’t sure if he could manage anything more.
On the drive to the place I was staying at we just chatted away and my first opinions of him were confirmed, he was a very nice man, and nice to be around, and very sweet, and whether or not he knew it, quite sexy. When we arrived, I invited him in, while I changed out of my dress into something just a little bit warmer.
The place I was staying at belonged to a friend of mine, and he wasn’t due home from work until at least 6 pm, so we had the afternoon to ourselves. When I got back into the lounge-room, Jeff was sort of standing around looking a bit lost, so I walked over and put my arms around his waist from behind and gave him a cuddle. What happened next surprised me a bit. He twisted around and the next thing I knew was his lips pressed against mine, our tongues and lips playing hell together, and then he kissed down the side of my face, and around my neck. We just kissed for what seemed like hours, I’d never been kissed like that before, and I was in heaven…
Then he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me, his hands caressing back, and down my arms. I just stood there as his hands moved over my body. I almost jumped out of my skin when he reached under my top and stroked my bare flesh. I wasn’t wearing a bra and just stood there trembling, wanting him to touch my breasts and caress my nipples. His hands were warm and soft, and I was tingling all over. He stroked me everywhere, except my breasts and I didn’t think I could stand it anymore.
He made me raise my arms and he pulled my top off. I stood there exposed to his view, my nipples standing erect, just aching to be touched. Finally, after what seemed an age, he reached out and ran a fingertip across one nipple. I gasped as a shiver of delight ran through me and I was aware of gathering wetness between my legs and of deep arousal. He then bent his head and kissed both my nipples. I went weak at the knees as the combined effect of his teasing my arousal made the slightest touch exquisite agony.
Slowly, very slowly his mouth covered my nipple, sucking gently at first and then harder as he grew more sure of his effect on me. He moved to the other nipple and his hands were caressing my breasts and his teeth gently biting the tip of my nipple. I was standing there, with my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations and the growing warm feeling. When he stopped I gasped a noise of protest. Jeff just smiled at me and said that I must remember that was an old man, and that even if my legs could hold out, he couldn’t and that it would be much better if we retired to the bedroom.
Taking him by the hand I led him to the bedroom. I stood in the middle of the room as he took off the rest of my clothes and made me lay down on the bed. He ran his hands over my body, exploring, and finding all my sensitive spots. He touched and caressed me, arousing me even further when, finally, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, and slowly around the lips of my cunt.
One finger parted my lips, and he softly caressed my clit. When I moaned he increased the pressure, his finger making circular rubbing motions across the tip of my clit.
He bent his head down and started sucking my nipple, and kneading and rubbing my breasts, his finger simultaneously moving around my clit, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He played my clit like an instrument, increasing the tempo in time to my gyrations on the bed. Then with an explosive rush, I came and lay panting on the bed while Jeff’s hands continued over my body, gently caressing me and bringing me down slowly.
He then leaned over and we kissed me, my hands roaming over his body, helping him off with his clothes. Even with all the arousal of my orgasm he still wasn’t hard, and he apologized, not that it worried me. It was a challenge, I pushed him down on the bed and straddled his waist, my breasts just out of reach of his mouth and hands.
Kissed his cock…
I slowly kissed my way down his neck and chest, stopping at his nipples and flicking them with my tongue. Moving down his body I then turned around so I was facing his front. I leaned down and gently kissed his cock, and down his thighs, and back up to his cock. He stiffened when I did that. I’d forgotten that it had probably been many a year since he had felt a woman’s lips on his cock.
I aimed to make up for it though, his cock was beginning to show some signs of life as I ran my tongue over and around the head, and down to his balls. Licking and sucking as I went. I moved so I had better access and I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking on it softly, then harder, my tongue flicking across the tip and into the hole. My hands were stroking his balls and arse. After a few minutes, he became very hard. Then, slowly, I took his full length in my mouth, gently biting along the underside.
His hands were on my breasts and pinching and squeezing my nipples. I sucked and licked and gently bit on his cock till he moaning under the touch of my tongue. He moved his hands to my head and knotted his fingers in my hair, holding me to him. As I sucked and licked on his cock he came with a long moan. There was very little cum, but I swallowed what there was and continued sucking on his cock till he begged me to stop.
Lying there in each other’s arms, he thanked me for reminding him what making love was all about, we made love orally a lot of times during my week’s visit, and he taught me a thing or two. He was the best lover I had had till then, much better than some of the young ones. He showed me that there is more t making love than just in and out, cock in cunt… I have a soft spot for older men still…
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