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For Love of E
by Dhragúin Múinteoir (greybeard.dragon@gmail.com)

***

A still-trim executive in her mid fifties has a spur-of-
the-moment encounter with the super of her apartment 
building. She soon finds that there is more to the 
retired military man than meets the eye. (MF, exh, oral, 
affair)

***

Chapter 1

As Eliza fought her way awake from a fitful dream, she 
reminded herself, not for the last time, that she HAD to 
get a social life that did NOT depend on a bottle of 
Black Jack and bar food. "Damn, my mouth tastes like I 
hosted a track meet inside," she muttered to herself as 
she slowly made her way to the bathroom. "Maybe a hot 
shower will help."

"YEEOWCH! DAMMIT!" she screamed at the shower when the 
water temp went from a comfortable 101 degrees to what 
felt like sub-freezing after only a minute of her 
shower. "I'm gonna kill that stupid bastard of a super 
today, I swear it!" she raged as she dried her dripping 
body off. She was still fuming when she wiped the fogged 
mirror off so she could see to dry her hair. She thought 
to herself, "If he could see how mad I am right now..." 

Suddenly, the thought of the super seeing her at this 
moment sent her into a paroxysm of laughter; "He'd have 
a heart attack! I'd bet he hasn't seen a woman naked in 
forever" she thought to herself as she toweled the last 
of the water clinging to her still attractive body. "Not 
bad for an old girl pushing the double-nickel," she 
thought, admiring the way her butt and breasts were, if 
not as perky as when she was younger, still not bad at 
all. 

"Maybe I should call him now, while I'm still mad, and 
see what he can do about my problem... or problems," she 
mused, with the beginnings of a wicked smile curving her 
lips up in a way that they had not for a very long time. 
"Perhaps..."

Five minutes later, after calling the super and raging 
at him about the water temp, Eliza giggled as she 
anticipated the look on Kit's face when she opened the 
door in her towel when he arrived to repair the 
antiquated plumbing. As if in response to her amusement, 
at that moment came a knock on the door. "Super! Ms. T., 
are you there?" came the familiar voice of the 
building's 58 year old superintendent, a retired 
military man who was a jack of all trades, and 
unfailingly polite whenever he met with any of the 
building's tenants.

"Just a minute!" Eliza answered, trying her best to keep 
the giggle out of her voice as she wiggled to the door 
in her bath towel. She figured that she would get better 
service if she was still dripping, so she had not 
bothered to dry her hair, after all, but had run it 
under the faucet just a moment before to keep it wet. 

"Come in, please; this shower's a pain today, and I have 
to meet someone downtown this morning" she said, trying 
to replace her amusement with a stern-sounding voice, 
and barely succeeding, " and today WOULD be the day the 
shower takes to screw up!"
	
"Sorry, Ms. T., really I am," said Kit, as he followed 
her back to the bathroom to look at the old shower. "I 
hope that it's just the water control valve, 'cause I 
can fix that right quick. If it's anything else, I'll 
have to get parts from the hardware store."
	
"Aw, man," Eliza groused, "how long would that take? I 
don't have all day, and I still haven't finished my 
shower."
	
"Well, depends on what's wrong," answered the slightly 
heavy, but still not-unattractive super. "Let me take a 
look at it." With that he opened up his toolbox and 
extracted a screwdriver and a small, goose-necked 
flashlight. Expertly, he removed the cover from the 
water valve and peered inside the opening in the wall 
with the flashlight. "Hmmm," he muttered.
	
"What do you mean, 'Hmmm'?" said Eliza as she looked 
over his shoulder, letting the towel loosen slightly.
	
"Well," said Kit, "it looks like the valve has split 
just below the plenum."
	
"What the he—I mean, what does that mean?" asked Eliza, 
moving closer to Kit's strong back and shoulders. "Is it 
bad?"
	
"Unfortunately, yes," answered Kit, as he surveyed the 
damage. "I will have to replace the whole thing, which 
means that you will be without a shower for at least 
four hours." 

As he sat back up straighter, he bumped into Eliza, who 
was virtually on top of him as he knelt beside the 
shower stall. When he did this, Eliza took the 
opportunity to allow the towel to "slip" further, 
noticing that Kit had gotten a good look at her rear end 
when he turned after bumping into her. "Oh, I'm sorry, 
Ms. T. Are you OK? I didn't mean to..."

At this, he slowly ran down as Eliza allowed the towel 
to slip completely off and stood there in all her glory 
in front of Kit. "Are you sure it won't take a little 
longer?" she inquired, with a raised eyebrow. "After 
all, you wouldn't want to hurry the job, would you?"
	
"N—no, ma'am!" Kit stuttered, as he tried, in vain, to 
take his eyes off of what was probably the finest 
example of female pulchritude he had seen since he left 
the service. "I surely would not want to do that!"
	
"Well, then, what shall we do first?" inquired Eliza, 
pulling the bewildered man up from kneeling on the 
floor. "You look as if you need some help," she said, 
noticing a distinct bulging in the hapless man's 
trousers. "Do you think I could assist you in any way?"
	
She didn't give Kit a chance to answer as she slowly 
reached her hand out and caressed his growing erection. 
She took his hand, and placed it on her right breast, 
with an encouraging smile. "Go ahead, I won't bite," she 
murmured, "unless that's what you like, of course." 

At his wide-eyed expression, she giggled like a 
schoolgirl, and took his head in her free hand, and 
kissed him hungrily on the lips. "Come on, big man; show 
me what you got," she said huskily, as her passion began 
to rise as fast as his obviously was doing in answer to 
her skilled manual ministrations. "I believe you can fix 
another problem I've been having..."

She backed out of the bathroom, leading the entranced 
man down the short hallway into her bedroom, where she 
pushed him backwards onto the bed. At once she deftly 
unzipped his trousers, and yanked them down to his 
knees, while she engulfed his (surprisingly) large 
erection with her mouth, eliciting a long, heartfelt 
moan from her hapless victim, who was still a bit taken 
by surprise by all this. 
	
"Good God, Ms. T.--" he started to say, only to be 
silenced by her hand placed gently on his mouth.
	
"Don't talk; just enjoy," said Eliza. "I think that 'Ms. 
T.' is a little bit formal for this occasion, don't 
you?" and then didn't give him time to answer when she 
took him in her mouth again. By the time he could speak, 
all he could say was, "Yes, ma'am!"
	
As she expertly sucked his manhood, he took the 
opportunity to remove his shirt, and then gently removed 
her from his most cherished part so that he could remove 
his shoes and pants. "Now," he said, as he picked her up 
and laid her on the coverlet, still tousled from her 
dreams the previous night, "now, it's your turn." 

With this, he started to kiss her inner thighs, 
alternating from knee to knee, thigh to thigh, getting 
ever closer to her center, which had begun to burn with 
a passion that threatened to overwhelm her control, 
until finally, with great gentleness, he breathed softly 
on her wispy pubic hair, causing her to shudder with 
delight.
	
"Please, please," she moaned, straining to raise up her 
hips to meet his mouth. But he moved away just far 
enough to prevent contact, as he continued to blow 
gently at her sex. He was teasing her, he knew, but 
figured that she deserved it after what she had just put 
him through. Besides, how much better would a little 
delayed gratification be?
	
"If you don't touch me, I'll scream!" she said, grabbing 
his head and trying to push it down. "I can't stand 
anymore breathing!" At that moment, Kit dove down to her 
lips, and parted them with a swift lick of his tongue 
from the bottom of her labia all the way to the clitoris 
which was fully extended from its hood, there to circle 
the little nub with the tip of his tongue before closing 
his lips upon it and sucking gently. "NNGGNNH!" she 
moaned, writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy as his tongue 
drove her to a quite forceful orgasm. She shook with the 
force of her passion, as Kit mercilessly lashed her 
clitoris with a tongue that was like silk in its 
smoothness, but like steel in its relentlessness and 
strength. He would not let her down from her peak for 
what seemed like hours, but was closer to minutes. As 
she came down from her peak, she felt as weak as a 
kitten, unable to move or protest as Kit stood and 
positioned himself at the center of her opened legs.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked in a voice that was 
all at once gentle, but ragged; not surprisingly because 
he had a raging erection, and had almost come himself 
when she did. "I don't want to hurt you."
	
"Please, take me!" begged Eliza, by now starting to grow 
inflamed again at the thought of Kit's handsome 
erection. "Put that thing in me!" she almost screamed. 
With that, Kit smoothly placed the head of his member at 
the entrance to her glistening opening, and with a 
gentle shove, slid inside her all the way until their 
bodies met. 

"OH, MY, GOD!" she breathed as the full size of Kit 
registered in her brain. "MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD!" She 
was filled as she had never been before; this from an 
old ma—a most able man, she corrected herself as Kit 
began to stroke strongly but smoothly, in and out, 
filling her with every stroke, leaving her almost crying 
out with every withdrawal. "Fill me!"

Kit, as he expertly plowed the younger woman, thought 
fleetingly that this call would rate as one of his 
favorites; suddenly, as Eliza started to shake with her 
second (or was it her third? Lost count) orgasm, he felt 
himself start to go over. 

As he started to withdraw, Eliza grabbed him about his 
hips and said sternly, "Don't you dare! This isn't over 
yet!" She wouldn't pay heed to his protests, answering 
only, "Neither one of us has to worry about anything at 
our age. I'm careful, and you don't look unhealthy. 
Besides, you are not finished yet!"
	
At this, Kit came more violently than he could remember 
in many years. He continued to stroke Eliza until she 
finished her orgasm, squeezing the last of his strength 
with her spasms, and collapsing over her onto the bed.

When he could speak again, Kit asked Eliza if she was 
all right. She answered archly, "I am more than all 
right; I am EXCELLENT!" to which Kit had to agree. She 
was the most excellent he had ever experienced. Eliza 
then surprised Kit by saying, "Well, I guess that I will 
be late for my meeting. I'll just tell her that 
something important came up..." With that, both 
dissolved in laughter, as she reached out to kiss Kit 
again; she added with a glint in her eye, "and hopefully 
again, and again, and again..."

To be continued...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex
with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it
isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around
the world contract HIV every year. You only have one
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