“Oh, yes, I have three, all girls, all married. I am a grandmother six times.”
She wasn’t at all what he’d imagined the previous evening. He had actually thought she was trying to pick him up. He had thought she was a call girl. He smiled now at his silliness. She was a grandmother.
“That surprises you?” Michelle asked.
“I guess,” Hal said.
“Ah,” Michelle said. “You thought I was just a silly old woman, hungry for the company of a mature man like you.” She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made Hal think of naked breasts and parted thighs. “Well, in a way, you are right.” She reached over, took his hand, and placed it on her knee. “I like men. It’s as simple as that. I particularly like men with that look in their eyes that says, I want to make love to you.”
“I never said that.” Hal snatched his hand back.
“Yours words did not, but your eyes did. And they say that now when you look at me. I like that.” Michelle took his hand and again placed it on her stocking-covered knee. “Wouldn’t you like to be with me?”
Hal remained silent, unable to say yes but also unable to lie.
“Sit there and let me help you decide.” She stood and walked around to the far side of the small coffee table. She placed her right foot on it, allowing her robe to part. “I like men to look at me,” she said. She slid her hands up her thigh to the top of her stocking. She was wearing a black lace garter that she slowly stretched and pulled down to her knee, then down her calf to her burgundy mule. Delicately, she pulled her foot from her shoe and pulled the garter off over it. She leaned forward, took Hal’s left hand, and put the garter around his wrist.
As she bent over, Hal could see her breasts, unconfined under her robe. Her flesh was white, her nipples smoky brown. He swallowed hard, unable to speak, knowing he wanted to touch those breasts more than he had ever wanted anything. He looked down at the garter around his wrist, then up into Michelle’s deep blue eyes. Michelle put her foot back on the coffee table and slowly rolled the black stocking down her shapely leg, finally pulling it off so her red-painted toe-nails showed. She slipped her mule back on, then pulled the garter off her other leg the same way and placed it on the table. Then she rolled down her second stocking and placed it beside the first.
“You know,” Michelle said as she walked around to sit beside Hal, “I very much like the way you look at me. Would you like to touch me?”
Again, Hal swallowed hard. “Yes,” he whispered, unable to believe what was happening.
“Why don’t you start by unbuttoning my robe?”
Hal grasped one tiny gold button and pushed it through the velvet loop that held it, then a second and a third. When the robe finally fell open, he gazed at Michelle’s breasts, exposed above the wide black waist-cincher she wore. He had only glimpsed the loveliness of her breasts before. Now he saw them in their full glory. Neither large nor small, they were round, soft, and incredibly white. He extended his fingertips and brushed the silky flesh, so smooth and warm. He slid his fingers beneath them and lifted so they filled his hands.
“Do they please you?” she asked.
“Oh, they do,” Hal groaned. “They are so beautiful.”
“Would you like to kiss them?”
It was as though she knew what he wanted, what he needed, before he himself did. “Yes,” he said, slowly lowering his head. He kissed first one globe, then the other, not yet trusting himself to touch or kiss her nipples. God he loved her breasts.
“Yes,” she said. “Do what pleases you.”
He buried his face in the valley between her breasts, inhaling her perfume, surrounding himself with the odor, the feel, the taste of her. He was in heaven, his body trembling with the need he was filled with.
Michelle leaned close to his ear. “We must please you,” she said, her warm breath caressing his neck. She turned and slid forward until her hips were facing him, her body stretched on the sofa. Her bush was trimmed so that her pouting lips protruded, her flesh dewy and moist.
Hal, his face still pillowed between her breasts, felt her take one hand and guide it toward her inner thighs. “I think you would like to touch me,” she whispered. “Explore my body. Know it well, so that when you enter me, it will be like entering an old friend who is new again.”
“Oh Michelle,” he purred. He sat back and used his fingers to get to know every crevice, every fold of her wetness.
“Touch me here,” she said, guiding his finger to her clit. “Rub along and just to the side—slowly. Feel how hungry I get for you.”
Glad to learn where and how this wonderful woman wanted to be touched, he rubbed where she showed him, watching her lips swell and her juices flow. He saw her eyes close and a small smile cross her face. “You make it hard to stop,” she said softly, “but now I want to see you, too.” When he hesitated, she said, “Please. Stand up and take off your clothes so we can touch, your skin against mine.”
He stood, not knowing how he was going to disrobe in front of this woman he had known less than a day. He gazed into her eyes and saw her desire there. She wanted to look at him. He ran his fingers through his gray hair, then sighed and opened his light sport shirt. As he pulled it from his slacks and off of his shoulders, he saw Michelle smile. “You are very exciting to look at,” she said softly. “Will you also take off your slacks for me?”
He could. A moment before he hadn’t been sure, but now he was. Her eyes guided him. He opened his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them and his shorts to the floor. Pulling off his shoes and socks in the same motion, he was suddenly naked, his penis semierect.
Michelle sat up and placed her palms against his belly. Slowly, she stroked first his chest, then his legs, then his buttocks. She placed her lips on the tip of his cock, then sucked it into her mouth. Then she released him and lay back on the sofa. “I don’t want your cock too hard. I like it when a cock slides into me only a little hard. Then I can feel it grow and fill me.”
She urged Hal to a position above her; then she used her fingers to place the tip of his cock against the entrance to her wet channel. Then she pushed it inside. She reached around and grabbed his cheeks, forcing his cock deeper inside. “Yes,” she purred, “like that. Now as we love, I can feel you grow inside of me.” She pulled his cheeks apart and fondled the flesh that only he had touched in the past.
Then she shifted her position and slipped one hand between his legs, cupping his balls, scratching them with her long fingernails. With her other hand, she lifted one breast so Hal’s lips could suckle. “Oh, so good,” she purred.
As she rubbed the sensitive skin between his testicles and his anus, he felt his cock harden. Slowly, he began to move inside of her, his mouth still sucking at her nipple.
“Rub me,” she said, and she pressed his hand to the front of her mound. He easily found her clit. “Yes,” she said, “like that.”
As he moved, he rubbed her as she had shown him. “Yes,” she said, her hands grabbing at his hips, pressing him hard against her. “Don’t stop doing that.” A moment later, she squeezed his flesh hard and said, “Now don’t move your hips. Hold very still and feel how my body needs this.”
Although it was difficult, Hal stopped thrusting and rubbed Michelle’s clit. Slowly, he felt her tighten, then felt waves of clenching muscles ripple along his cock. He felt her climax. He had never experienced anything like this before, but the sensation was almost irresistible. It was as if she were pulling him along into her orgasm.
He tensed, unable to hold still anymore. As if she had read his mind, she moved her hips and said, “Yes. Come with me.”
He thrust only two or three times before he came, pumping his semen into her.
“Honey,” his wife’s voice said as she entered the bedroom. “I’m sorry. Were you asleep?”
“No,” Hal said. “Just daydreaming.”
“What’s that you’re reading?” She picked up the magazine and looked at the picture.
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sp; “I was actually thinking about getting that for you for your birthday,” Hal said. “I think you’d look smashing.” She would look so good in that robe!
Hal’s wife grinned. “I’d look like a lady of the evening.”
“Yes, you would,” Hal said, grinning. “And what’s wrong with that? That was just what I was dreaming about.”
“Mmm. I like that thought.” She looked back at the page. “How about we get the garters and stockings to go with it?”
“What a great idea,” Hal said.
CONCLUSION
Making a long-term relationship work isn’t easy. I read somewhere that the average length of a marriage two hundred years ago was ten years. Men were killed in battle; women died in childbirth. Now, however, we want our relationship to last thirty, forty, even fifty or more years and we want the sexual side of it to be fun, now and forever. And it can be, but that takes thought and effort.
Since I was a newlywed, society has changed radically, and many of these changes make it easier to have fun in the bedroom at all stages of life. Now that people talk more openly about sex, there are books like mine, articles in magazines, TV programs, and Internet sites—all aimed at helping partners make the most of their long-term relationships. And if more serious problems arise, doctors, sex therapists, and counselors are available to help. These professionals are easy to talk to, as well as being understanding and knowledgeable. And they have many new techniques and therapies at their disposal.
I am more active, healthier, and younger in attitude than my mother was at my age, and I expect my daughters to be healthier and younger still. Ed and I tease each other about our eventual demise. We want to go together while experiencing simultaneous orgasm in front of a roaring fire in our retirement home, at the age of at least ninety-five. And if we have anything to say about it, we will.
I hope you picked up a few tips from this book to keep your relationship new year after year. Maybe, while reading, you bookmarked a few ideas. Maybe you tried telling stores in the dark or playing out a control fantasy. Maybe you ordered from a catalog or logged onto a “hot chat” line. Or maybe you will.
Perhaps the ideas in this book have merely started you thinking along different and more creative lines. Or maybe you have your own new and exciting ideas, things that I didn’t mention. But I certainly hope that something you read triggered one or more evenings of terrific lovemaking. What better result could I hope for?
Whatever you’ve gotten from this book, I hope you’ll share your thoughts with me. Please write to me at: Joan Elizabeth Lloyd, P.O. Box 221, Yorktown Heights, NY 10598. And if you have a computer at your disposal, please visit my Web site at: http://www.JoanELloyd.com. Or E-mail me at: [email protected].
I love hearing from my readers and I promise to answer everyone who writes. In addition, I’ll put you on my mailing list so you’ll know when my new books are published.
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