A dream of a summer night after 50

A dream of a summer night.
I'm going to narrate one of my deepest dream fantasies and invite you, dear reader, to join me on this crazy journey of pleasure.
I love Buzios, it's one of the most beautiful coastal cities that I have ever known.
Its cobbled streets, bustling bars frequented by famous personalities... and its wonderful beaches.
It was in shells that I met Olga.
Olga lived all the exuberance of a woman in her fifties: beautiful and vigorous, sensuously chubby with long black hair and a round feminine face adorned by a provocative smile. She had a lovely pair of Medusa-like eyes that petrified anyone who dared to stare at her as she did me when I first saw her on a luau underneath a kiosk dancing and having drinks.
Firm and bulky breasts, thick thighs, a full ass... an irresistible woman.
For days I've been following her lonely wanderings from afar... sitting at a kiosk table on the beach, watching her every late afternoon and early evening with hair adorned by a beautiful flower, singing in floral patterns that she sensuously slipped onto the sand flaunting that appetizing ass and the most stubby pair of thighs
One night I went for a walk by the seashore... and found this goddess. Couldn't resist approaching her, stomped on it for a couple of hours, sat in the sand looking at boat lights out to sea listening to waves, beautiful full moon-- perfect scenery.
In a moment of absolute silence, in that romantic atmosphere under the moonlight from Buzios we glanced at each other... it was impossible to resist her and I think she me.
We indulged in a sensual, erotic kiss with lots of moisture on which I could feel the velvety softness of her electrifying tongue and the aphrodisiac flavor of her luscious flesh-filled lips... between kisses and caresses we went through an entire night until dawn.
Our hands were strolling through each other's bodies, and I was living a dream of touching the goddess... soft smelling skin. We both caressed one another's genitals; it was delicious! But there seemed to be something very subtle about us: if we let ourselves go at that moment, then all the romance would have been ruined by this date, and it would just be an ordinary climb, which is not what we wanted.
The magic of that encounter was intense, and this woman had something very special about her... she seemed to be spiritually attuned with me... as if guessing my tastes and needs through gestures and caresses.
After watching the sunrise together, I accompanied her to her cottage.
I slept with her in my dreams. She was among the trees of the forest, she floated on air through clouds and communicated with flowers and animals. She came out from the sea to take me by the hand...
Needless to say, we meet again later... this time at a dinner party in her lovely cottage.
It was a chalet of extreme good taste... much straw and rustic wood in the decoration... very airy before the strong heat... flowers left the environment well perfumed... half-light in the living room, coupled to the canopy, and a large carpet at the center leaving huge free space, created a very romantic atmosphere...and here between us ...that rug ...it was impossible to see it except as a big stage on which that night promised a beautiful private show for both, starring by ourselves.
She, beautiful with a very transparent white crest... seemed to be without the bra... and in red bikini panties ...
Candles, perfume in the air, soft music... sound of the sea... a beautiful and sensual woman... it was a real dream. How good!
Cold beer, tropical fruits and seafood... nothing more romantic.
After dinner, few words but a lot of looking (that's good!).
At one point, she says in a very sensual voice: "Don't you think these clothes are bothering us?" I replied that they were. She got up and let slip the white cloth which revealed those delicious breasts, and sensually took off her panties, held them on and looking at me sexually began to rub it all over her body, especially around her nipples.
I took off all my clothes and we were deliciously naked when she hugged me, kissed me and rubbed her panties on my back.
For about two or three hours we kissed a lot, and our hands went over each other's bodies all exploring, scratching, kissing and sucking...
For a moment she lay on her back, legs spread wide open in an obvious invitation for me to kiss her genitals. The hair was very abundant and well distributed without dispensing with that sensual but discreetly smooth bridge going up the navel. I noticed no treatment applied to her hair; there were no allergy marks from blades, much less artificial shapes of distribution. A soft and plentiful pubic coat quite natural and fragrant, with that provocative concentration of hairs just above the clitoris. Just like my dream woman!
After a few brief hand caresses exploring that beautiful cheek, I gently licked the opening for several times without penetrating it with my tongue. The pleasant smell of her sexual secretions announced that her vagina was preparing itself for the pleasure to come by lubricating herself naturally. A certain moisture even flooded out from her big lips and I could literally feel its sensual taste.
And it was delicious, unforgettable.
We had all night and the next day, so we were in no hurry.
It was a video starring women just like her: mature, in their 40s and 50s and 60s, variously blonde, Oriental, Latina and black.
There were a lot of lesbian orgy scenes, and they ranged from skinny women to very fat women.
Straight scenes as well, lots of them-- orgies, double and triple penetration, swapping partners.
At this point, Olga was lying on me caressing her breasts and frantically masturbating with both hands completely focused on the video.
She moaned and gasped.
I thought Olga was joking, because sitting next to me her excitement is so great that she's already giving birth while manipulating the cricket... in a sudden gesture she stops, turns around and looks into my eyes and says:
We kissed romantically and long, I believe for more than half an hour our mouths stuck together as we slowly descended exploring every inch of the descent with his tongue until finally he found my cock.
She touched him in such a subtle and feminine way, with her beautiful soft hands and lovely long womanly nails painted bright red, an excitement of color. I would tie it up and caress it with my hands and breasts... almost went crazy. Experienced and perceptive, just threatening to touch it with his lips. A delightful torture for me that patiently waited until rewarded by delicious oral penetration.
When that happened I was practically in a trance, but not so much as to refrain from reasoning and responding. Lying down without taking the roll out of his delicious mouth which took such good care of my dick,
I was so excited to feel Olga's smelly, hot sexual fluids flooding my mouth with their feminine flavor.
Hot, very hot, that delicious little face rubbed itself on my cheek with its velvety plumage and sensuously black pubic locks in abundance gently to the rhythm of Olga's providential bouncing.
At this moment I remembered the mythological stories of ancient Greece. What made Aphrodite so irresistible to men? Medea succeeded in casting a spell on the shrewd and cunning Odysseus. Zeus turned himself into golden rain only to seduce beautiful Alcmena and beget Heracles, the god of strength.
Since ancient times, men have called goddesses women who knew the mysteries of pleasure.
Then I had no more doubts. That was not Olga; that place wasn't her cottage. I was the most privileged of mortals. The gods, when they were interested in mortals sought them out, and undoubtedly there I was with Aphrodite herself inside her temple. Divinely the goddess offered me her sweet nectar which flooded my lips, and she was favouring me with the most intimate demonstration of her magic power. Forgive unbelievers, but what happened here was not from this world.
Women can be very good at love, writers may try to describe the power of gods but only I was in that moment knowing Aphrodite who came down from Olympus for me.
Over the centuries, artists have tried to represent it -- El Greco, Raphael, Michelangelo, Ingres, Phidias, Dali... no matter how brilliant an artist he was, I'm sorry.
It was at this moment that I experienced my first delusion, a state of ecstasy so intense that even the most powerful hallucinogen could not approach it.
My hands strolled over those delicious thighs and especially her plump velvety ass, a veritable tabernacle of pleasure.
The copious fluids were spreading all over her genitals, and it served as a great natural lubricant for the many digital penetrations I performed on her ass.
We stayed like this for a while, of which I have no idea but at one point she returned the same way from my dick to my mouth in exactly the same manner and after offering me an ardent kiss invited me to drink some ice-cold white wine well providential as a break in that tiresome game.
She walked up to the fridge, and it was a sight to see that fair skin and beautiful ass move before my eyes. And she came back with an ice-sweetened bottle and two very delicate crystal mugs. The goddess understood not only sex but also romance.
After we had our first cup, she poured a few drops on one of her breasts in the auricle and offered me with a smile: drink, love...
From then on, the game went wild... we covered ourselves with white wine: belly, backs and legs... licked each other very happily.
At one point, she splashed on her snout and offered me... my cock looked like it was going to explode I wanted more but didn't know how.
She then simply laid me down on the carpet, and now as Hippolyta the queen of the Amazons mounted me, causing me to delightfully penetrate her.
With affectionate yet vigorous movements, she provoked the back and forth of my cock into her vagina which enveloped it with taste.
I was again led to the state of ecstasy, only this time it was different. I saw myself among the nymphs, daughters of Zephyrus, with their diaphanous bodies dancing and playing their instruments in a gentle bucolic and pleasant melody. When I looked at her, above me there stood Titania herself, queen of the nymphets, with her dilapanous body, her gaze more than penetrating; from her eyes gushed cascades of pleasure into pure water that most resembled gauze, which enveloped me as never before, making satans jealous. Her hands spread over my body fragrant herbs that Titania plucked from the flower garden on which we lay.
She stood up, lay on top of me, offered a kiss that was more like an Eros arrow. Then she turned around and went to the foursome... tenderly took my cock in her hands and led it towards her ass. After delightfully brushing it over and blinking at its tip making me scream with pleasure...
But before I dared to interrupt Olga's plans, I got down on her ass and started applying lickety-licks onto her butt.
Then she returned the caress in kind. I was delirious...
Carefully and gently, well lubricated with a gel providentially left there very close by, I repositioned the stick on your delicious ass.
Slowly and carefully I began to penetrate her, in order to obtain the maximum pleasure with the certainty that I shared it with her.
Quickly, his ass dilated and we were able to have intercourse in a pleasurable way for both of us with penetration going back and forth.
At that moment, she turned and again gave me this enchanting look which I had already tasted several times in the evening. The pleasure for us was so intense that I was now transported to a place more like a description of a Greek temple.
I stretched out my hand and, manipulating her little cricket, visualized that image. Her groans were very loud and high, and at this moment I could visualize: we stood in the rooms of Aphrodite on Olympus itself... Greek columns, steps, veils and torches adorned that room whose colours, difficultly explainable as a lysergic effect varied from soft blue to pink.
I had barely noticed, but it was Aphrodite in person who stood there moaning whose vulva I manipulated and whose ass I penetrated.
Shrinking with pleasure and moaning loudly, Aphrodite magically flashed her ass on my stick, driving me to delirium.
At a certain point, together we began to rise into an indescribable state.
A mystery so profound, greater than the power of lightning that Hephaestus forged for Zeus, larger than Athena's wisdom, so intense that not even the sound of her goddess-of-wisdom cymbals could match it... a mystery whose knowledge was so deep that the harmony on the harp of Apollo, Athens' twin brother, couldn't compare.
Aphrodite had chosen me as the one who would be her driver in Helios' chariot to the ends of the universe... and not even Theseus himself, with whose strength he slew the Minotaur could achieve such a privilege.
Time stood still... and I felt as if in the center of a huge atomic explosion, worthy to generate an enormous mushroom cloud.
In that supreme moment, we merged with all the energies that made up the universe... even before Cronus planted Hesperides' garden. Even before Titans were banished and Atlas was condemned to shoulder the sky on his back... long before Poseidon took over as king of the seas
None of the Pythonesses at Delphi could have foreseen that moment.
We became pure energy... united, tightly embraced as one substance. Together we attained the supreme pleasure... and looked upon the whole universe as if it were an integral part of all this joy.
Olga and I both lost consciousness at that moment, falling on the carpet.
We woke up with the sunlight in our eyes, smelling the tidal wave, listening to the sound of the sea and wind and birds, breathing fresh morning air coming through the balcony.
We got up, took a warm bath together, ate something, put on our bathing suits and joined hands to enjoy the beauties of Turtle Beach in Buzios.
We didn't talk... we looked into each other's eyes, smiled, kissed and made a thousand vows of love.
We bathed in the sea together, our laughter was very loud. It attracted attention from other people who instead of condemning us smiled because they were touched by that encounter's magic.
A little girl even offered flowers to Olga, saying that Buzios had never seen a couple so in love as we were, whose joy was contagious, raising the spirits of an entire community.
The day passed in all this joy. Another night was approaching. And I, once again, was anxious to know what magic Aphrodite would reserve for me that evening.
My dear reader, if you identify with Olga, come and make this dream a reality. Who knows? Maybe we'll realize it in the company of one or more Olgas!