Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: In Praise Of Older Men (MF, older man, rom)
Date: 1996/07/19

(c) Grimalkin 1993

			In Praise Of Older Men
				  by
			      Grimalkin

	For about perhaps the twentieth 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 fifty-four, unhappily married, fun to talk to,
clever with words, wore glasses and was shorter than what I was.

	He knew I was twenty-two, 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 it's a bit late now, the plane
had just landed and in ten minutes we would each find out for sure.

	Melbourne was its usual summer-y self, raining and cold,
thankfully the plane pulled up at one of those movable tunnel things
and I didn't have to walk across the tarmac 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 didn't give me a chance to feel self
conscious, he took my overnight bag, and my hand and we went in search
of my suitcase.

	Just as well Jeff was there with me, or else I would have
gotten lost, Tullar Marine Airport is about twenty 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 Jeff's car, that
was another surprise, the car park was enormous, and it took about
fifteen 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 nonchalance by the time we got to the car.

	When we got into the car, Jeff didn't 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
hadn't made love since he was fifty; apparently his wife seemed to
think that sex was only for young people and as soon as he turned
fifty she said that he was too old and didn't need it anymore. So for
the past three years all the relief he had had was masturbating to
porno movies, and he wasn't 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 wasn't due home from
work until at least 6pm, so we had the afternoon to ourselves.

	When I got back out into the lounge room, 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 against mine, our 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. I was 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 didn't 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 hard, 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 couldn't 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 the room as he took off the rest of my clothes. Then he
made me lie 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 in 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 wasn't 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
woman's 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.

	Lying there in each other's 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 didn't matter that he couldn't 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...

Grimalkin
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