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"Kelly, honey, we're not 22 anymore, haven't been for a long time. I thought long ago that you were beautiful, and I knew that I wanted you." I put my hand on her belly. "I love all of you, even the parts you don't think are so pretty. As you can see, I'm not going to win any body builder contests," I said, placing her hand on my ample gut. "But I think you've accepted that. And I have done the same with you." I knelt in front of her, kissing her just above her navel, then down to her bush. I stood up, looking into her eyes. "OK??"
Kelly looked up at me, her eyes watery. "OK," she said. I leaned down and kissed her, a long, deep, loving kiss. We parted, and resumed washing each other. The rest of our time in the shower was sensual, if not sexual. We washed all over each other, front and back, all the intimate places two lovers get to know. It was like making love without the sex. When we were done, we dried off. I had to go out to the living room to retrieve our clothes, which Kelly found amusing. I watched her brush her hair out, making it smooth and full. I kissed her on top of the head, making her smile. I could see her eyes light up in the mirror at the dressing table.
"You're beautiful," I said softly, putting my hands on her shoulders.
"You're blind," she said, smiling.
"You're still beautiful." Kelly reached up and held my hand for a moment. "You sure you don't want to stay a couple of years longer??" I asked.
Kelly squeezed my hand. "Someday. Maybe someday."
I walked Kelly out to her van telling her I hoped she enjoyed the brownies as much as I will enjoy the enchiladas. She smiled at me. "I don't think I'll enjoy eating them nearly as much as I did making them," she said, leaning up to kiss me softly.
I took her hand in mine. "Hope everything goes OK at home. I know this arrangement is unusual. If it becomes a problem for us to meet like this and you can't continue, I'll understand."
Kelly looked up at me, uncertainty in her eyes. "Today was wonderful, everything I dreamed would happen if we ever had this chance, and more. I love Walter, but, yes, I want this as long as we can make it work. But as you said, sometimes these things don't work out as well in reality as you think. Walter first suggested this to me about a month ago. I dismissed it at first as an idle thought, something he'd never really let me do. I don't think he had any idea I'd actually do it. He mentioned it a couple more times, then again a couple of days ago. Even though I pooh poohed the idea, I was intrigued by it, and the thought of having you took over many of my waking moments. Then, when be brought it up again this week, I thought, I have his blessing, and even his encouragement. I'm going for it."
"Calling his bluff, eh??"
"Exactly. Except that I wanted this more than he wanted me to have it. I don't think he knows my feelings for you. I'm not sure how he'll react if he figures out my interest is more than just a favor to a friend." Kelly looked up at me. I took her face in my hand, caressing her cheek..
"Well, let's see how he responds to you coming home full of my come. That reality may change his feelings on the matter. If we're lucky, he'll be as good with it now that you have followed through as he was when it was purely a suggestion. I'll keep my fingers crossed."
Kelly gave me a weak smile. "I will too. Stay tuned." She reached up to kiss me, and got in her van. I watched as she backed out of the driveway, blowing me a kiss as she pulled away. I went back inside and waited for the inevitable tearful phone call.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoGood premise.
But lacks needed details as it moves along too quickly.
OK. He played with her breasts through her shirt/blouse. But how did that happen? Did he just put his hand on her breast? Did she react? What did he feel? Did she say anything? What? Did she urge him on? How? How did her breast feel to him? What was the nipple like? Large? Small? Stiff? That's just the beginning of the problems/issues along a similar vein.
Three stars.
oldgraycatover 2 years agoWonderful story. All of us older men need the love of woman who cares for you.
Anonymousover 3 years agoWhat a lovely story. When I was 59, I could still orgasm 5-6 times within 4 hours. I'm HER age, now and I have to wait about three to four days to recover from ONE, but my tongue still works great and I adore the taste of a woman. As I've gotten into my 70's, I've noticed a huge increase in enjoying GIVING sexual satisfaction much more than receiving. There is nothing more wonderful than your lover orgasming from your touch.
Anonymousover 4 years agoWas not going to comment on what seemed idealizing sex into old age. But when I read the comments that were along the same line, especially WatcherRob and his wwife enjoying sex into their 70's (I'm happy for him), I thought I'd provide some balance.
Many years ago, my wife remarked, "I don't have the sexual drive that you seem to have." So, for most of our 44 married years, I have definitely gotten less sex than I wanted, and my wife possibly a bit more than wanted.
This gradually changed about 4(?) years ago, with my decline. Regular, doctor prescribed, testosterone shots boosted that somewhat, but more aging erased the gain from the shots, plus more decline. At age 72, my ability to get erections and perform is almost completely gone. Not only ability, but libido/desire is drastically affected -- which in one way is good, since I do not have the same craving for what I now cannot have. (Except by proxy from Literotica stories.)
This does not bother my wife, but then she never had as much drive for it as I did, or for that matter talking about it, which she might feel uncomfortable with and was sometimes reticent to even talk about. Some months ago, I actually got hard enough (but not like my youth) and barely long enough to have sex and give her a climax. Even so, I did not cum. She definitely welcomed it, and would probably prefer it more often, but is OK doing without. I offered to use my mouth on her (cunilingus), but that has never been important to her (although she sometimes allowed it). She did not reply to my offer, and, months later has shown no interest.
I am still able to carry on with retired life enough to take care of myself at home, walk a few blocks (but not long walks, like 2 or 3 years ago), and go shopping, but my ability for work and for sex is mostly gone.
When a young man, I was visiting with a senior (possibly older than I now am), and wondered aloud how his present ailment affected his sex life. He brushed it off with, "That was gone a long time ago."
Many years ago I read a bit of autobiographical sketch by an actress. She commented on her grandmother seducing a young guy, admiring that in her 80's grandma still had it!
Maybe grandma and WatcherRob are exceptions.
What is inevitable is that aging will take its toll, not only in sex, but also sight, hearing, ability to get around, etc. Some more so than others or sooner than others. There is a way to escape it. An elderly comedian as a guest on a TV talk show was asked how he liked getting old. His immediate response was "I infinitely prefer it to the alternative."
As a balance to this story, I suggest Oral Satisfaction by ainu2, which has as it's "hero" a 70's man with ED (erectile dysfunction). Even that, more realistic, story is still planted in Literotica fantasyland. Which is where I want most of my Literotica reading to be. Stark realism is not nearly so appealing to me. That's why I read Literotica, plus experiencing by proxy in Literotica characters what I cannot IRL (in real life). There's enough stark realism on TV news and in the newspaper -- I do not need nor want that from Literotica.
However, to maintain a balance I/we need to remember that Literotica provides a good bit of idealism that is inherently different from real life.
Looking forward to the next episode of
A Little Help From a Friend,
I am
Paul in Oklahoma
Paul in Oklahoma
chytownover 4 years agoTwo seniors knocking boots like the old days. Sexy read. Thanks for sharing
