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I have made a habit of reading those classifieds whenever possible from which my last two narratives were taken; and every time I get the opportunity to visit the website that hosts this page, I take advantage to read as many advertisements.
I'm a woman of little more than sixty years old, unhappy and ill-loved; my husband says that he has no attractive women but prefers the newer ones.
I confess that I read and re-read this advertisement a few times, because I could not believe it was true; besides being excited, the words of this woman intrigued me so much that I ended up sending her an e-mail in which I described myself and expressed my interest to meet with her. And when I finished writing and sent the message, I felt that anxiety characteristic of man who longs for something worth living.
Two weeks went by and nothing happened! I gave up hope of my message, . . . decided that I needed to clear my mind and looked for a distraction. One afternoon as I was returning from work, I saw a woman in her sixties or so walking uphill the same direction as me.
I slowed down and tried to get a better look at her: short gray hair, face with few markings, curious eyes that soon caught my attention; she was wearing jeans and a thick red knit blouse which gave her an air of nakedness.
However, the casual and informal clothes were not able to hide a certain insidious feminine attractiveness which she revealed with her natural gait and way of looking at me discreetly without losing sight of me. And such was the awakened attraction that I took it upon myself to venture a little further; I slowed down, stepped forward a bit and parked by lowering my passenger side window.
I thought she would even give me the ball, and go on her walk; but to my surprise, not only did she slow down as she approached my car; she leaned back supporting her forearm over the door and gave me a smile.
I told her that we were going in the same direction, and offered to give her a lift. "If it's just a ride", she said with a smile, "I will take you... this climb is killing me!" I opened the car door and let her go inside. On my short way home, I found out her name was Lucinda; she was sixty-five years old, widowed, childless, living alone since her husband had died unexpectedly. When I came back, she wanted to know everything about me; I gave her what she needed to know, and after a few minutes of silence she surprised me!
"So you and your wife don't climb anymore?" she asked in a curious tone.
-No, we don't climb any more. I replied with an air of no intention. We are just good friends and companions...
- And why do you live together? <unk> She interrupted me <unk> If there's nothing else between the two of you, what is holding them back?
- A little affection..., a little fondness <unk> I replied, wishing to change the subject.
At that moment, as she had informed me, I parked the car in front of her house; Lucinda turned to me and stared at me with an enigmatic look; I looked back and waited for a demonstration on her part ..., after some time, I thought she would give up and go away. Without warning, she approached me, held my hand and smiled, asking: "Don't you want to have coffee with me?" I felt my heart beat faster, and my first instinct was to decline the invitation (I remembered that wise popular advice not to get a lover near home), but on the other hand something inside me urged me to do just the opposite.
-Well..., as you said ..., if it's just a coffee <unk> I responded with a playful tone <unk> What harm is there in that, right?
Lucinda's couch was modest and a little cramped, but very cozy; as we walked to the kitchen I kept thinking how sad it would be to live alone in that house with no one to talk to or touch life.
When you were climbing with your wife, she started asking what did you like to do most?
I was just curious.
What did you do that she liked so much?
Um, I think she'd rather fuck. "I replied thoughtfully". But I always preferred to taste a hot and wet kiss!
"Oh, that's very good!" said Lucinda with a silly smile.
I only asked to tease my hostess.
"You have no idea how much!" she replied emphatically.
"Would you like a repeat?" I asked again, provoking Lucinda.
Lucinda looked at me with a dazzling look, and without delay stood up, took my hand and led me to her room. It was very shy but well-kept; in frightening haste she stripped off her clothes, lay down on the bed opened her legs and began caressing her bouquet. "Come here, come ..., see how wet it is!" she said, not neglecting the fondness that he had for her vagina.
Before long I was naked, kneeling at the bedside with my face plunged between Lucinda's legs, savoring her warm and very wet mouthpiece; I licked the whole area, moving my tongue in circular gestures until it reached the clitoris which I wrapped between my lips, sucking on eagerly; Lucinda was taken aback by an almost endless sequence of orgasms each more intense than the previous one into a growing spiral of enormous pleasure.
I had to make a great effort, since this woman has not enjoyed herself for so long and no matter how much pleasure devastated her body she still wanted more! With my mouth sore and tongue slightly numb, I didn't give up and kept on licking Lucinda's bottle while enjoying the involuntary trembling of it, its incoherent profanities and its hot female moans.
"Oh, I can't take it anymore! Please give me a refreshment, you tasty boy!" Lucinda finally asked without knowing that she was granting me a truce.
I lay next to her on the bed and we remained silent, recovering from a simply unmissable oral sex session! At one point I felt Lucinda's hand holding my scroll; I looked at it and saw its gaze full of intentions.
"I'll tell you a secret", she said in a low voice, looking into my eyes.
- Of course you can! <unk> I replied, enthusiastically <unk> do it your way!
Lucinda then turned to my side and started masturbating me, while her other hand played with my balls ..., it's unbelievable but that woman knew how to masturbate a man ... at certain moments when she sensed I was about to make fun of him, she would squeeze the base of my dick, pressing on the area between the base and the balls, holding back the momentum of my orgasm as if she were absolute master of my pleasure.
Lucinda did this for a long time, driving me to the brink of insanity several times. As much as I craved intense enjoyment... her manipulation was so singularly special that I let myself be carried away by its pornographic mastery!
Finally she gave a smile, speeding up the movements of her hand while saying in an inciting tone: <unk>Now the male will mock because and female wants him to enjoy ..., not by his own volition but because she does!<unk>. Unable to react or resist, I caudally mocked, ejaculating voraciously, licking my belly and even my face! After all this Lucinda gave me a delicious tongue kiss.
She gave me a towel with which I cleaned myself as best I could, putting on my clothes while nervously looking at the clock.
- Calm down, man ..., if you dress slowly <unk> she said at one point, trying to help me in the best way possible <unk> And while dressing up, think of an excuse for "the boss" ... but from what you've said any nonsense will do, right?
I stopped acting shrewdly, looked at her and agreed with a nod of my head; in the exit door Lucinda still gave me a kiss and said: "When you want to kill your thirst for bouquet ..., remember that I am here ... You already know the way and the door will always be open "...
I went home feeling a tremendous satisfaction with that casual and surprising adventure; and even more amazing was to see on my cell phone, accessing my personal e-mail, a message from the woman in the ad ..., finally she gave sign of life ... , and wanted to meet me!
Immediately, I pulled over to read the message, which was short and quite objective:
Hey, I got your message. Sorry for the delay in answering. Here's my cell phone number; when you can... if you still want to call me, OK?
Without really understanding the reason, that message moved me. I don't know if it was the advert or a chance encounter with Lucinda or even my very objective response itself which made my body respond ... so without thinking about anything else while parked just meters away from my house I recorded her cell phone and added it to my Whatsapp.
With a pounding heart, I suggested an informal meeting that same week; she readily agreed and we made time to see each other in person.
It was a cold and gray afternoon, with a thin gauze that made everything half-obscure, the one we had marked our meeting; at first I knew only her name: Maura, and also the agreed place, a tea house on the other side of town. Maura asked for my photo so she could locate me as soon as he arrived. And even fearing possible early disappointment, I sent the picture ..., without any reply back, went to the meeting worried about not succeeding.
I asked for an exotic tea while awaiting the arrival of my companion ..., and almost choked when she arrived waving at me; Maura was a slender blonde, with well-defined silhouette and perfect shapes that rhymed with her wide smile, bright eyes, fleshy lips and self-possessed air ... somehow this image did not correspond to the words contained in the advertisement, especially as regards its attractions. Any man who is sane and has good sense would be able to refuse the company of a beautiful and elegant woman.
Within a few minutes, we were sitting across from each other having another delicious cup of tea; I quickly discovered that Maura was not only beautiful and charming and alluring but also intelligent and witty. This set of attributes definitely did not reflect the woman who had written that ad to which I responded. Something didn't fit in with what I saw at the time. And it was when I asked her about the reasons for her announcement and the truth about marital infidelity that she collapsed prostrate before her harsh reality.
-My husband doesn't want me anymore! <unk> she started, trying to hold back the tears that were dammed in her chest. <unk> A long time ago he made it clear I was too old and him too impetuous; told me this and much more!
I commented in a vain attempt to console her, but why did he do that?
-First to punish me <unk> she replied, with a shattered look <unk> Because I felt desire for my father-in-law, who besides being more man than my husband was also much more affectionate ..., then to trample on myself because I had refused him in bed ...
"And why do you stay with such a man?" I asked, insisting on knowing his reasons.
I wanted him to be my father-in-law, but he was very hurt by his son's reaction and left for Europe ..., so I decided to look for someone ...
"And what must this 'someone' be like, tell me?" I asked curiously.
-Nothing special <unk> she replied, right after a smile <unk> Or rather ..., someone understanding, caring and fiery!
"Well, I think you've found that person", she said with a big smile.
There was then a deep silence as our eyes peered into pure sinful idyll, exploring the possibilities, imagining the consequences.
- Listen, I don't know what your hours are like but there is a motel nearby. <unk> Maura said finally breaking that torturous silence
-And what are we waiting for? I asked, holding her hand.
Before long, we were entering the motel suite she'd mentioned and as soon as she got out of her car I grabbed hold of her, pulled her towards me sealing our first fiery, intense kiss.
It was difficult for us to reach the interior of the suite, since we had become so engulfed in each other that our movements were hindered by a wave of overwhelming excitement; we undressed together, almost tearing off the coats which restricted our movement and caresses; Maura's nakedness was something ecstatic; her middle breasts had delicate hard nipples surrounded by small haloes which were also itchy; I kissed every one of them, holding their chests with my hands before pounding on them, sucking at them with immense voracity.
Maura groaned and threw her head back, caressing my face and urging me to continue in that delightful caress; her slender body was glued to mine, allowing me to feel its pleasantly suggestive warmth.
I squeezed her middle buttocks, whose firmness was impressive (especially after discovering that Maura had passed sixty!), making her feel all the rigidity of my lust for her; once again Maura groaned as she pressed her belly against my member, rehearsing a dance with boundless surrender at its end.
I kissed her face, her eyes, nibbled on her chin and licked at her ears, leaving Maura completely overwhelmed by my affectionate male passion; made her lie down on the bed, and climbed up onto it, allowing my rock-hard member to rub against the glans between the big lips of her little vagina, feeling its warm moisture subtly pouring out.
The libidinous scene of our insatiable lust ended when Maura opened her legs, and with a licentious smile invited me to penetrate it; my roll slid into hers as if in a glove; the pelvic movements flowed so spontaneously that they surprised us both; kisses followed each other alternating with the female's groans at every orgasm which shook her body, forcing her to twist involuntarily.
We lost ourselves in the labyrinth of pleasure that I was providing to this woman, whose age did not correspond with her intense sensuality.
We fucked for a long period, where time and space did not exist, and where pleasure hovered in the warm sweaty environment of our bodies in more than perfect synchrony. Suddenly I felt an estertor announcing the inevitable ..., joy overtook me...I announced to Maura that it was her turn to hold my face and with a velvety voice said: "Enjoy, my man..., fill me with your hot and tasty semen!"
I enjoyed it! Ejaculating bubbly, incontinent, feeling my whole body shiver and my vital energy drain away leaving me exhausted but happy. At the end of it all, I lay down next to Maura and together we tried to rest a little bit, trying to recover some energy that would put us back together in any way.
I slumbered for a while, woke up to the sound of shower spraying water; got up and went into the bathroom. Inside Maura was bathing in herself without noticing my presence; I stood there enjoying the delightful sight of that woman whose discreet exuberance gave off such intense sensuality that my manhood burst forth..., or rather reborn as a Phoenix full of power and stamina!
I approached the booth, carefully opened the door and walked in, gluing my body to hers; Maura turned towards me with a look of surprise but also joy; she looked down and then stared at me with an inscrutable smile whose naiveté was profusely indiscreet and inviting. We embraced and kisses flowed exploding into almost youthful abundance.
I squeezed her against me, letting her feel the enormous lust that had been reborn inside of me as an invitation to the inevitable new beginning.
Firmly, however, without losing the sweetness, I caused her to stand backwards towards me, rubbing my hard pin between her buttocks; I passed my index finger over her lips, and Maura wasted no time in holding it between her teeth while her tongue played with its tip as if it were my rolling into her mouth, insinuating an irresistible invitation.
We continued in this dance of bodies, with my penis brushing her buttocks, one hand on her mouth and the other fingering her clitoris whose bulge also denounced my partner's excitement; before I could outline any reaction, Maura turned to me, got down on her knees and holding my roll by its base made it disappear into her mouth! She masterfully sucked the roll, sucking and spitting with a voraciousness that showed how much pleasure she derived from doing so.
I had to control myself not to ejaculate into her mouthful of food. And just when I thought it might all end right there, Maura once again surprised me; she put aside that unmissable blowjob, stood up and looked at me. She turned off the shower and walked out of the booth, leading me by the hand. We went to bed where she sat on four legs flaunting her butt in an invitation for penetration. I got into position and after licking that juicy bottle, leaving it well lubricated, moved forward with a roller coaster ride through my glans.
There was a delightful resistance which was soon torn by the longed-for invasion; I tightened my roller slowly, taking care not to cause too much discomfort for my partner. Then I felt the whole roller inside her and wasted no time in initiating pelvic movements, striking forcefully at that tight neck protected by juicy buttocks.
I bent over Maura's body, allowing my hand to reach her vagina where I applied a well-timed thumb strike celebrating the moment when she began moaning defeated by the orgasms that I was giving her...the synchronization of pelvic movements with my finger struck such an unexpectedly pleasurable effect that Maura found herself surrendered to pleasure which scandalously scourged her whole body with involuntary shivering and trembling running from top to bottom without respite or rest.
At last... another orgasm came, whose hot and flowing charge I poured into my partner's bowels, whose moans and cries celebrated the reception, putting an end to a daydream that seemed eternal.
Later, we took another shower together full of caresses and kisses and touches and teasing and manipulations that went on uncontrollably. After getting dressed, Maura asked for a vehicle via an app because she had left her car in the parking lot at a supermarket near the teahouse where we met hours before and came with me in my car. I offered to drop her off but all she did was smile and kiss my face.
-I hope you had success with our meeting <unk> I asked her, while we were still hugging each other and kissing like lovers.
-You have done much more than that, my dear <unk> she replied with a sweet smile <unk> You rescued my femininity ..., and gave me back the sweet feeling of being a woman, to feel like an entire female! I will never be able to thank you..., it's too bad we probably won't see each other again ...
-I would love it too <unk> completed, unable to hide the happiness that had taken possession of my body and soul <unk> But perhaps the best thing is to leave our fate in his hands. He knows what he's doing.
We smiled, kissed and said good-bye. I left thinking that this announcement was the best thing to happen in my life!