Ageless Erotica

by Ageless Erotica [MF] (retail) (epub)

  We stood so close to each other that I smelled the sweet scent of her flesh. “Want me to dry your back?” I asked. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Actually, I wanted to dry her everything, but realized it would be better not to rush. If it had been up to me, I would have carried her to the bed and made love to her just the way she was.

  Suddenly, a towel was draped over my face. “Why, that would be nice. I didn’t know you Yankees were such accommodating gentlemen.”

  “I’m sure the pleasure will be mine.” Not to seem too anxious, I started with her back, found a slightly tapered waist, a delightful ass, and two legs that had been made to be curled around my neck. Caroline’s body was exquisite. I gently spun her around, took care of her shoulders and arms, brushed the towel over her breasts, and had to say something. “You’ve got nice boobs.”

  “And you’ve got a very soft touch,” she said with a sensuous voice that obviously wasn’t fake. It was also obvious that she wanted me to continue drying her.

  “And you’ve got a very soft body,” I whispered hoarsely and spent a few more seconds on her breasts than I had to.

  “Thank you,” Caroline said and quieted as the soft, fluffy towel glided over her stomach and the front of each leg. Her breathing rate seemed to increase while I dried the inner sides of her thighs. But she broke the silence with a soft moan while I gently patted the underside of her vulva dry.

  Putting the towel aside and resisting the urge to knead her breasts without it in my hands, I had to do something. “Um, this goes with the service, too.” I lifted her chin with two fingers and pressed my lips to hers. Her feminine, naked body felt wonderful in my arms.

  Caroline curled her arms around the back of my neck and smothered my lips with hers. Apparently having felt my slowly developing erection, she pressed her pelvis against it and moaned to signal me that we were going to do more than just kiss that day.

  Damn. Her lips were fantastic. And her tender body smelled so clean. I slid the tip of my tongue into her mouth and circled the tip of hers with it. Caroline needed to be loved, and I wanted to make love to her. My only fear was that my occasional impotence was going to cause a problem.

  “I think, Sir,” she began with her Southern drawl more obvious, “we’d better lock the door.”

  I kissed her again while holding a firm buttock with each hand and growled before responding. “I locked it when I came in.”

  “Well, aren’t you the sly one?” Caroline chuckled while leading me by the hand to her bed.

  I hardly got my shirt off when Caroline’s fingers slid over my shoulders and her lips found mine again. We fell sideways onto the bed, wrapped in a hungry embrace while each tongue searched for its mate. Her soft, warm body begged to be loved. Each nipple responded instantly to nibbling lips while my hands explored a delicately tapered waist, rounded hips, and contracting buttocks. That surprisingly torrid woman smelled so clean, so delicious, ready to be eaten. And the way she had been breathing heavily said she was ready for that and more.

  “I was hoping we would get the chance to do something like this,” Caroline whispered hoarsely while tracing the outline of my lips with the tip of a finger that was as gentle as an angel’s breath.

  “I’ll admit the thought had entered my mind once or twice,” I groaned and suppressed a snicker.

  “You fibber,” she said with a chuckle in her voice and combed her fingers through the hair on my chest, moving her hand downward.

  We groaned in unison when the telephone rang.

  “I’ll be right back.” Caroline walked to the dresser, picked it up, and listened for a few seconds. “Yes. I’ll be there in about an hour. I’m kind of wrapped up in something now and can’t leave just yet.”

  By the time she returned to the bed, I was completely undressed. She reached towards me and her hand rested on my bare stomach. Startled by my nudity, she stiffened.

  “We’ll take our time,” I told her. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. May I use my tongue on you for a while?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  I sighed and curled a hand around the base of a breast while she grunted approvingly. The tip of my tongue circled an areola while its nipple expanded and parted my lustfully sucking lips.

  Caroline moaned when I switched to the other breast and continued to knead the first one. “My, how you Yankees do carry on,” she said with a Southern drawl that was more pronounced than it had been earlier.

  For the next few minutes, we touched each other sensuously. My fingertips traced the outlines of her lips, her cheekbones, her jaw. While she explored the muscles in my chest and arms, I slid a palm over a shoulder, a hip, the side of a thigh. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her flesh and dipped the tip of my tongue into her navel.

  “This is wonderful,” Caroline whispered and caressed the backs of my shoulders. “I thought these days were gone forever.”

  Not saying anything and keeping in mind that she had to attend a meeting, I licked a line across the bottom of Caroline’s flat, trembling stomach, momentarily savored the scent of womanly arousal, and tasted a honey that was sweeter than her voice. She parted her legs wider and raised her knees. I plunged my tongue inward. I tenderly nibbled her flared vaginal lips, lapped their soft, inner flesh, and lovingly circled her quivering clitoris.

  Caroline hissed loudly through clenched teeth, holding bunches of my hair. She ground her sopping pussy against my sucking lips. When she came it was like a dam bursting, a longtime need being satisfied, the fulfillment of a craving.

  I held Caroline in my arms and combed my fingers through her shoulder-length hair. She slid a hand down my stomach and found what she was looking for. “My word,” she groaned. “They do make them big in New Jersey.”

  “That’s not from New Jersey,” I quipped, surprised I had a full erection for a change. But a new woman will do things like that to a man. “It was imported from Italy.”

  Caroline chuckled while she slid downward. “Good. I just love pepperoni.”

  I was about to say, “Not sliced, I hope,” when her warm, moist lips slid over my glans and glided down about three inches. This wasn’t the time for jokes.

  While she gently caressed my scrotum with one hand and slowly masturbated me with her other hand, Caroline’s mouth and tongue did wonderful things to my throbbing cock. And it was obvious that she wasn’t doing it just to accommodate me.

  I wanted to spend the next twenty minutes doing that, but twenty seconds was all I could handle. “I’m gonna come,” I sighed and put a hand on her shoulder as a tentative warning.

  Caroline shrugged it off and took my shaft in to her limit. She sucked harder and rolled her head from side to side while a purring sound came from deep in her throat.

  I grunted and felt my entire body stiffen. “Ohhhhh, that feels so good,” I groaned, caressing the backs of her shoulders.

  While Caroline swallowed my semen, she slid her lips up and down half of my length. It was obvious that she hadn’t been a stranger to oral sex.

  After about a half dozen passionate kisses, we quickly dressed and went to several separate meetings. We finally met again for dinner, during which Caroline made a few excuses for not spending the evening with other friends. I casually caressed her ankle with mine under the table. “I’m fighting off a maddening urge to kiss you right here.”

  “Well, we can always go back to my bathroom where it began,” Caroline said and giggled.

  “How ’bout your bedroom?” I murmured, hoping no one was close enough to hear us.

  “My goodness. Are all you Yankees a bunch of sex fiends?” She paused to giggle again. “Maybe we should leave now.”

  When the weekend was over, Caroline went home to her husband, and I went home to my wife, feeling lively in a way I hadn’t in years. Something in my manner must have clicked with Joann, because not only did she respond to my touch, but she let me throw those pajamas in the trash and agreed to buy a few sexy nightgowns. I
probably won’t see Caroline again, but the cassette tapes we continue to exchange do wonders for my libido!

  AFTER DINNER EUPHORIA

  Peter Baltensperger

  Richard stepped up behind Celia as she was busying herself with the dishes in the kitchen sink, wrapped his arms around her, and took her soft breasts into his hands. Celia sighed deep down in her being and leaned lustily against him, the last plate still in her hands. Richard caressed her breasts through her thin blouse, rubbing and squeezing them until they blossomed in his hands. Then he took her eager nipples between his fingers and squeezed them until they were big and firm. Celia put the plate back in the water and turned around in his arms to face him. She flung her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him, and kissed him tenderly.

  Richard held her close while they lingered in the familiarity of their kiss. He ran his fingers through the abundance of Celia’s beautiful gray hair. Keeping one arm around her waist, he let the other glide down from her hair over her shoulder, and then slid his hand between their bodies and to her breast. He squeezed and rubbed her soft globes gently until he could feel her hard nipple in his palm and she moaned against his chest.

  “Feeling frisky tonight, are we?” she asked with a smile.

  “I took a pill earlier,” he confessed. “It’s allowed, isn’t it?”

  “It always is, Richard,” she replied. “It always is. You know that well enough.”

  “I do,” he concurred. “I certainly do.”

  It surprised him every time how much they still enjoyed their intimacy after all the years they had shared and how much he still loved her breasts, despite, or perhaps because of, the passage of time. They had been married for fifty-two years, and they still thrived on the tantalizing sensations, the sheer pleasure of kissing and fondling each other whenever they were in the mood.

  He remembered as clearly as if it had been just a short time ago when he had held her breast in his hand for the first time.

  They had been out on a date, dancing with some friends at a local hall, and he pulled into a deserted parking lot on the way to her parents’ house, as he always did at the end of their dates. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, while she slid over on her part of the front seat and snuggled up to him. They kissed hungrily, snaking their tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, tasting each other, and pressing their bodies together with the passion of young lovers. He took her breast into his hand, the way she had let him do almost right from the start.

  Only that time, when he let go of her and started to unbutton and then slip off her blouse, she didn’t protest—nor when he reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. It was the first time in their relationship that he saw her beautiful young breasts with their soft contours, the delicate white skin, the crowning nipples yearning for his touch. He noticed that she wasn’t looking at him but kept her face pressed against his chest. Yet when he touched her naked breast for the first time and ran his trembling hand over it, she uttered a deep, guttural groan he had never heard from her before.

  She still did that whenever he took off her garments and started to stroke her naked body. It always made him feel special. He wanted her all the more for still reacting with such desire and enthusiasm to his advances. It never took him long to get aroused by her sensuous presence and his desire for her, pill or no pill. The pills just facilitated the process and made it more enjoyable for both of them.

  The intensity of their sexual encounters was certainly still there, especially after a prolonged period of inactivity. It was just the frequency that wasn’t what it used to be. They didn’t mind that at all. They knew enough people, several of them in their own circle of family and friends, who were sleeping in separate bedrooms and, in some cases, had for a long time. They couldn’t even imagine not being in the same bed together, let alone in different rooms, despite being together all day.

  Richard pressed his erect penis against her belly, pushing her against the sink. He let go of her breast and started to unbutton her blouse.

  “Richard!” Celia exclaimed. “I’m doing the dishes!”

  “They can wait,” Richard brushed her objection aside. “I’ll do them later on.”

  “Yeah, right!” Celia chuckled. “You won’t feel like doing anything later on. You’ll be sound asleep, and I’ll have to finish them.”

  “All right, then,” Richard continued. “If I fall asleep, you can wake me up and I promise you that I’ll finish the kitchen.”

  “That would be nice,” Celia purred. She reached for the buttons herself and helped him undo them in eager anticipation.

  Together they finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off. She wasn’t wearing bras anymore and hadn’t in quite some time. They made her feel uncomfortable, she said. He didn’t have any problems with that. It just made everything easier. As soon as the blouse was off, he took both her breasts into his hands and let the feeling of her soft contours rush through his body. It was a familiar feeling after their years together, and yet it was always excitingly new as well.

  Her bare breasts invariably felt good in his hands, soft globes crowned by roseate beacons, warm skin against his, molded into his hands. It always felt as if it were the first time all over again, especially when she leaned against him, pushing herself away from the sink and into his hands.

  He took her hand. “Come,” he said, leading her out of the kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom, her breasts beckoning. He took off his clothes while she pulled off her slacks and stepped out of her panties. He couldn’t help staring at her gorgeous breasts, letting his eyes travel over her well-shaped body, her titillating buttocks, her slender legs—as if he had never seen her naked before. It was always an intriguing moment for him when they first shed their clothes. In his eyes, she was still the same desirable woman he had married so many years ago, her beautiful skin soft and white, her chiseled features as attractive as ever. Her luscious curves were as inviting and alluring, only more mature, fuller, and more substantial, always an exciting fit for his arms and hands.

  “You’re beautiful,” he beamed and walked towards her to take her into his arms.

  “Oh, Richard!” Celia sighed. “You always say that!”

  “And I mean it, too.” He put his arms around her and pulled her naked body against his.

  They kissed, the warmth of her bare skin on his, her breasts against his chest, her pussy rubbing his hard erection, their eager tongues intertwined. She moaned deeply, letting her hands roam all over his body, folding them around his neck, and drawing him deeper into their passionate kiss. He groaned with their shared passion, pulling her closer to himself to deepen the arousal of their kiss. As if on cue, they pulled apart to ready themselves for the next phase of their evening encounter.

  “Isn’t it time for our shower?” Celia purred.

  “I’d like that,” Richard agreed. They always loved their shower times together, when they could just be in the cozy retreat of their bath enclosure and enjoy fondling each other’s bodies, without any pressure on either of them to do more than delight in their intimate togetherness.

  Celia stepped into the tub first and adjusted the water to the proper temperature. He followed her in and pulled the curtain shut behind him. Taking turns standing under the comforting waterfall, they wet their bodies for the next step. Celia was always the one to start the ritual by reaching for their bottle of body wash on the shelf, filling her cupped hand with the aromatic liquid, and rubbing it all over Richard’s chest. He stood there quietly, holding on to the curtain rod for balance with one hand and bracing the other against the enclosure.

  It tickled when Celia first moved her foam-covered hands from his chest to his underarms, but the feeling quickly turned into the sensuous pleasure of a sensitive body part being stroked and soaped with loving care and attention. Before long, she moved back to his chest, made her way down over his belly, and took his throbbing penis into her hands. He groaned with del
ight, enjoying the familiarity of her lathering his erection and his balls and covering him completely with the rich suds.

  “You’re really hard tonight,” she commented, stroking his erection with her eager hands.

  “The pill seems to be working particularly well this time.”

  “I’m glad,” Celia moaned, lovingly manipulating his penis, watching it grow and harden from her ministrations.

  She turned him around in the tub, replenished her hand with the body wash, and went to work on his back, massaging the liquid into his skin, loosening his muscles. He moaned quietly as he felt his back relax under her skilled hands, felt her move slowly down to his lower back and come to his buttocks. She lathered him lovingly, thoroughly, stroking and rubbing his cheeks, running her fingers up and down his crack with great delight and expertise.

  He spread his legs and she soaped the insides of his thighs. She rolled his balls between her slippery hands. He loved it when she did that and groaned throatily with appreciation. She gave his balls a quick, playful squeeze, her signal to him that she was done.

  “My turn,” she gasped, her voice full of excitement, impatience.

  He turned around to face her, picked up the bottle of body wash, and poured some of it into his own hands while she anchored herself between the curtain rod and the tub enclosure. Her beautiful body was waiting for him, and he didn’t lose any time in reaching for her breasts. He rubbed the creamy liquid all over them, relishing every moment of lathering her breasts and feeling her nipples harden under his hands. He could have stayed like that for a long time, just handling her breasts and spreading the suds all over them.

  After pouring some more lotion into his hand, he soaped her belly lovingly before moving down to her pussy. She spread her legs invitingly and he slipped his hand into the proffered space, his other favorite place. Her pubic hair had become quite thin and gray over the years, but he still enjoyed teasing it with his fingers and rubbing the suds into the curls. He continued rubbing the soap all over her belly and her mound until she, too, was covered in bubbly foam. Then he carefully rinsed his hands and her pussy until no suds remained anywhere. He ran his eager fingers all over her dripping labia, into her secret nooks and crannies, into her wet vagina. She groaned with delight as he probed her delicious cave, pulled his finger in and out, stoked her arousal with his intimate exploration.