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In praise of Older Men
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In praise of Older Men
© Grimalkin 1993
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
were what the other expected, I knew the basics about him he was 54,
unhappily married, fun to talk to, clever with words, wore glasses and was
shorter than what I was. He knew I was 22, single, taller than him, also
wore glasses and just looking for some fun, and that was as far as the info
on each other went. Oh well I thought its 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 didnt have to
walk across the tarmack 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
didnt give me a chance to feel self concious, he took my overnight bag, and
my hand and we went in serach of my suitcase, just as well Jeff was there
with me, or else I would have gotten lost, Tullarmarine Airport is about 20
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 Jeffs 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 over
night 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 managed some semblance of
noncholance by the time we got to the car. When we got into the car, Jeff
didnt start the car, he said he had some things he wanted to get out in
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 hadnt made love since he was 50, apparantly 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 didnt need it anymore, so for the past 3 years
all the relief he had had was masturbating to porno movies, and he wasnt
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 wasnt due home from work until at least 6pm, so we
had the afternoon to ourselves, when I got back out into the loungeroom,
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 agaisnt mine, out tongues and lips saying hello,
then he kissed down the side of my face, and around my neck, and back up to
my lips, and 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 my
back, and down my arms, I just stood there as his hands moved over my body,
I almost jumped when his reached under my top and stroked my bare flesh, I
wasn't wearing a bra, standing there trembling, wanting him to touch my
breasts, caress my nipples, his hands were warm and soft, and I was
tingling all over, he stroked me everywhere, except my breasts, when I
didnt think I could stand it anymore, he made me raise my arms and he
pulled my top off, standing there exposed to his view, my nipples standing
erect, just aching to be touched by him, finally after what seemed an age,
he reached out and ran a fingertip across one nipple, I gasped as shivers
of delight ran through me, I was aware of a gathering wetness between my
legs and of a deep arousal, then he bent his head and kissed both my
nipples, I went weak at the knees as the combined effect of his teasing and
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, 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
made a noise of protest, Jeff smiled at me and said that I must remember
that he was an old man, and that even if my legs could hold out, his
couldnt 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
teh room as he took of the rest of my clothes, then he made me lay down on
the bed, his hands running over my body, exploring, finding all my
sensitive spots, touching and caressing me, arousing me even further,
finally he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, and slowly around the
lips of my cunt, one finger parting the lips, and softly caressing my clit,
I moaned and he increased the pressure, his finger making circular rubbing
motions across the tip of my clit, he bent his head down and started
sucking on my nipple, and kneading and rubbing my breasts, his finger
moving around and around my clit, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, up and
down, around, sometimes just with the tip of his fingernail, he played my
clit like an instrument, increasing the tempo into time to my gyrations on
the bed, then with an explosive rush I came and lay panting on the bed, his
hands still moving over my body, gently caressing me and bringing me down
slowly.
Then he leaned over and we kissed some more, my hands roaming over his
body, helping him off with his clothes, even after all the arousal of my
orgasm he still wasnt hard, and he apologised, 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, I slowly kissed my way
down his neck and chest, stopping at his nipples and flicking them with his
tongue, moving down his body, then I turned around so I was facing his
feet, I leant 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 womans 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 round 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, a few minutes of that and he was very hard, then slowly
I took his full length in my mouth, gently biting along the underside, and
using my teeth gently, his hands were on my breasts and pinching and
squeezing my nipples, I sucked,licked and gently bit on his cock til he was
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 til he begged me
to stop.
Laying there in each others arms, he thanked me for reminding him what
making love was all about, we made love orally a lot of times during my
weeks visit, and he showed me a thing or two, he was the best lover I had
had til then, much better than some of the young ones, and it didnt matter
that he couldnt sustain a full hardon, he showed me that there is more to
making love than just in and out cock in cunt... I have a soft spot for
older men still..
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