It's Four In The Morning (A new slant on the Faron Young song)

IT'S FOUR IN THE MORNING
One night, I was having real trouble getting to sleep and was sitting in my lounge messing around on the computer, to tell the truth I was logged to an erotic story site. I love reading and writing erotica, and had posted several stories on the site and was checking the comments on them. At one point, I stood up to stretch my back and glanced out of the window. It was in the early hours of morning, around four and I didn't expect anyone else to up, so I was surprised to see a light on in a flat across from mine. I knew the tenant of the flat was a Mrs Evans, a woman in her early seventies. I'd spoken to her a couple of times when we'd bumped into each other in the communal areas of the flats but hadn't really got to know her well, so I was even more surprised when she appeared at the window and waved across to me. I waved back and didn't think anything more about it and carried on with what I was doing.
A short time later, I heard someone tapping on kitchen window. Now all flats in the block are open plan so you can see straight through from the kitchen into the lounge and I could see that it was Mrs Evans. Getting up from the computer I went into the hallway and opened the front door to see what she wanted, I certainly wasn't expecting visitors at that time in the morning. When I opened it she was already standing on the doorstep. ?Having trouble sleeping Mike?? she said smiling. I smiled back at her and nodded. ?Yes, I think it comes with old age,? I laughed. ?Yes me too,? she said, ?I'm getting to be a proper night owl myself lately.? I felt a bit awkward standing on the doorstep talking so I asked her if she'd like to come in out of the cold. It was November and even though she was wearing a thick dressing gown, I could see that she was shivering a bit. ?Yes thanks Mike,? she said, ?it is a bit nippy out here and I wouldn't no to a coffee,? she laughed.
Standing aside, let her in and showed her into the lounge and invited her to sit down while I went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. After checking whether she took sugar and milk I returned to the lounge with the coffee. It was only then that I realised the site been on was still on the computer screen and Mrs Evans was looking at it. I handed her coffee I sat down on the couch opposite her and, for some we chatted about our insomnia. After about ten minutes, she looked back at the computer again and what came next was the first of many shocks I was to get that night!!!
?I go on that site too Mike,? she said, in a matter of fact sort of tone, ?some of the authors on there have really vivid imaginations though,? she laughed, ?one guy writes stories about a place like this.? ?Oh yes,? I said, ?what do you mean, a place like this?? ?Well, he writes stories about the goings on in a block of retirement flats and he makes it sound like a hot bed of sex and debauchery,? she laughed. Shock number one!!! She was talking about me. That was the setting for most of the stories I wrote. ?He has the old folks popping in and out of bed with each other like sex was going out of fashion,? she continued, ?I could just imagine that happening here.? I was a bit miffed that she was criticising my stories so leapt to my own defence. ?Well it's probably not that sex is going out of fashion for them, it's more likely they've realised time's running out for them or they're making up for lost time. I bet most of them are widowed or divorced,? I said. She thought for a moment, then smiled. ?Yes, you could be right,? she said, ?I hadn't thought of it like that. I can't remember the last time I shared my bed with a man.? She laughed when she said the last words and I noticed that she was blushing. As she spoke, she crossed her legs and her dressing gown slipped off her knees, giving me a good view up the side of one of her thighs. Like her, I was wearing a dressing gown and under it, I could feel my cock stirring. The next thing she did though left me in no doubt that I was getting the come on.
She leant forwards to pick her cup up off the coffee table and the front of her dressing gown flopped open, giving me a view down it to her cleavage. I expected her to pull it closed, but she didn't, allowing me a good long look. By now I was almost fully erect but I was doing my best to hide it though. ?How long is it since you were with a woman Mike,? she asked completely out of the blue. I almost choked on the mouthful of coffee I'd just taken but managed to compose myself. ?Too long,? I laughed, ?way too long.? ?Me too,? she giggled, ?I think my errr, you know has healed up.? She uncrossed her legs and the dressing gown fell either side of them and I could now see right up her thighs, not as far as her pussy but damn close to it. Like any red blooded man's would be, my cock was now fully erect and hiding it was getting harder and what happened next was shock number two.
Putting her cup down on the coffee table, Mrs Evans, Hazel, as she'd told me to call her, got up out of her chair and came and sat beside me. As she sat down, her dressing gown fell open from the waist down and now I could see the top of her thighs and the covering of greying, blonde hair where they met. She sat there for a moment, letting me get a good eyeful, then turned to me. ?You know what I miss most Mike?? she asked. I shook my head. ?No,? I replied. I How could I know? Her reply had me choking on my coffee again. ?I really miss oral sex. I used to love sucking my husband off,? she paused for a moment, probably for effect, then added, ?he always said I was really good at it too.? She was now looking down at the swelling under my dressing gown, that I'd given up trying to hide, and smiling. ?Did I cause that?? she asked in a sultry voice. It was weird hearing a woman of her age with that sort of tone in her voice, but I nodded. ?Yes, you did,? I replied almost breathlessly.
Before I could say anything else, she reached over and tugged at the belt on my dressing gown and pulled it open, uncovering my rampant cock. I was so shocked, I froze, as she moved her hand into my lap and wrapped her fingers around it. ?Mmm, it feels nice Mike,? she purred, ?I wonder if it tastes as nice as it feels.? Before I knew what was happening, she then bent over and began licking my knob then started sliding her lips down my shaft. It felt amazing as her tongue moved over it as she took more and more of it into her mouth. It had been months since I had anything on my cock other than my fist, and as she started moving her faster and sucking harder, I could feel my balls tightening and I knew I was close to blowing my load. I warned her I was coming but she just kept on sucking, stroking my balls and running her hand up and down my shaft in time with the movement of her lips. I hadn't come so hard for ages as I pumped wad after wad of my cumm into her mouth while she swallowed every drop. She was moaning as she squeezed, sucked and licked at my cock and balls, swallowing everything I had to give.
When she there was sure nothing left, she raised her head and smiled at me. ?Thank you Mike,? she said, ?I'd forgotten how good that felt. I loved it when my husband came in my mouth.? I just sat there, not really believing what had just happened. My cock was starting to soften, but that didn't last long, as she lay back on the couch and dropped one foot onto the floor and I could see her pussy was already wet. I made as if to return the favour and started to lower my face towards it but she stopped me. ?No Mike,? she said softly, ?it needs something hard inside it.? I looked down at her pussy and thought, ?what the hell?? and got between her thighs and pushed my cock into her. She was so wet that it slid in in one well lubricated shove and she was soon pushing back on me. She was so tight,I couldn't believe it and smiled. ?Maybe pussies do heal up,? I thought.? I could feel her inner muscles contracting as I slid it in and out of her. At first I fucked her slowly but from the way she was pushing her hips up at me, I knew she wanted it harder and faster and being the gentleman I am I was happy to oblige.
I started fucking her as hard and fast as I could and felt her pussy grip me even tighter. I was on the verge of shooting my load, when she said she wanted to suck me again, so again being the perfect gentleman, I got down on my knees at the side of the couch and started fucking her mouth and after the shortest of times, I was pumping another load down her throat. After I'd finished, she licked my cock clean, she got up, closed her dressing gown and re-tied the belt. ?That was great Mike,? she said, ?I think I might be able to get to sleep now.? With that, she walked out of the lounge into the hallway. As she opened the front door, turned and gave me a kiss on the lips. ?Same time tomorrow?? she said as she stepped out onto the corridor and disappeared round the corner.
I still write stories about the fun and games at the retirement flats but now they have a more authentic ring to them!!!