Sex And The Over Seventies

Just something I wrote for my sexy wife. Fiction bet the ending true. I married that sexy lady and we do still have a lovig relationship.

SEX AND THE OVER SEVENTIES
(A Mature Love Story)
Mike had been a really good neighbour ever since he'd moved into the flat next to mine a year before. No matter what I asked him to do for me he was always willing. He'd do little jobs around the flat for me, go to the super market for me when it was raining and even did some laundry for me once when my washing machine packed in. I didn't realise it at the time but that was when the change in him started. There'd never been anything sexual between us up then but suddenly he began flirting with me, telling me how nice I looked and once, when I was getting ready to go somewhere special, I can't really remember where, he even told me I looked sexy. I wasn't at all offended, in fact I felt flattered. It isn't often a seventy two year old woman gets told she looks sexy and over time, his flirting got more blatant and to tell the truth I got quite turned on by it and decided to see just how far he'd go.
My plan meant I had to get him there at a specific time and after some thought, I asked him to call round and have a look at my central heating timer. I've got it set to come on at eight in the evening and told him that it seemed to be going haywire, going on and off at all times of the day. I suggested he came round at the time it was set to come on, eight o'clock and see if he could sort it out for me. As usual he was more than happy to oblige and at close on eight that fateful evening he was knocking on my door. When I opened it, I thought he was going to pass out, he was seeing a side of me that even I'd forgotten existed.
For most of the day I'd been trying on underwear, attempting to find something sexy that still fitted me and eventually found some red silk, knickers and a matching bra that just about fitted. The bra was a bit on the small side but that just accentuated my cleavage and the knickers were a bit tight so when I pulled them up over my belly they clearly showed the outline of my pussy lips. I found a knee length satin dressing gown that went with the bra and knickers and to tell the truth, when I looked at my reflection in the mirror I was quite pleased with what I saw. ?Right you randy old sod Mike,? I laughed, ?let's see how you like this sexy granny.?
For a moment when I opened the door, Mike just stood there, his mouth hanging open with an expression of pure shock on his face. ?Oh I'm so sorry Mike,?I lied, ?I forgot you were coming round. I was just sorting some stuff out to give to the Help The Aged shop. My wardrobe is stuffed with clothes that won't go near me now and I thought it was time I got rid of some of it.? I did find some that still fitted though.?
Mike, who had now recovered from his initial shock just smiled. ?Yes, I can see you did Hazel and may I say you look lovely in them.? ?Well thank you Mike,? I said, ?do you want to have a look at the timer now?? ?If you insist,? he laughed, ? but I can see something I'd much rather look at.? ?Shut up you randy old bugger,? I laughed, ?have a look at the timer and then maybe later......? I left the sentence unfinished and stood aside to let Mike in. I purposely didn't leave him much room and, as he brushed past me it was obvious that my outfit had had the desired effect on him.
Ten minutes passed while Mike checked the timer and I fixed us both a drink and when he came into the lounge I was sitting on the couch with two mugs of coffee on the coffee table. He came into the room and sat on the couch beside me. ?Well, I've checked the timer,? he said, ?and I can't find anything wrong with it but I suppose it's better to be safe than sorry.? He sat there for a moment looking down at his coffee then turned to face me. ?Hazel,? he said, ?honestly now. Were you really sorting your old clothes out or did you put that outfit on especially for me?? ?Well if you want the truth Mike, yes I did. I've noticed how you've been flirting with me and I wanted to see just how far you'd go.? Again Mike sat there in silence for a minute then put a hand on each side of my face and leant forwards. ?Is this far enough?? he asked a split second before his lips met mine and he kissed me hard.? As he did I felt his hand move into the top of my robe and gasped as he ran the palm of his hand over one of my silk covered nipples. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into my eyes. ?Far enough Hazel?? he said softly, ?or would you like me to go further?? I hadn't felt this turned on for years and gasped as he moved his hand across to the other nipple and ran the flat of his hand over that one. ?Further Mike,? I groaned, ?go as far as you like.?
That was it, the flood gates were open as far as I was concerned and, as he slid his other hand into my robe and down over my belly my legs parted as if with a mind of their own. I knew I was wet down there, something I hadn't been for God knows how long, it had been over five years since I been with a man and old almost forgotten feelings began to build inside me. At first Mike contented himself with running a finger along the top of my knickers but not for long though and he soon moved his hand lower, onto my silk covered pussy lips. That was all it took for me and five years plus of pent up sexual abstinence exploded inside me and I came hard, soaking the crotch of my knickers under his hand.
I think the speed at which I came surprised Mike, as he quickly pulled his hand from between my legs and looked down at it. ?You came Hazel,? he said, almost in disbelief,? I made you come. I can't believe it. I actually made you come.? I realised then that I wasn't the only one who'd been celibate for all those years and smiled at him. ?Yes Mike,? I said, after I'd caught my breath, ?you made me come and you're the first in over five years. Thank you, thank you so much.? Again he sat there staring at his hand, wet shiny from the results of my orgasm, then did something I hadn't expected, he slowly raised it to his mouth and licked the palm, groaning softly as he did.
?Oh my God Hazel? he eventually said, ?this brings back so many wonderful memories. There's something I really want to do. Stop me if you don't like it. I'll understand.? I knew straight away what he meant, an ex boy friend enjoyed doing what Mike was hinting at and I smiled at him. ?I know what you mean Mike,? I said, ?and I won't stop you. Go ahead.? As I spoke I pulled the belt of my robe open and slipped it off my shoulders, leaving me in just my bra and knickers and Mike groaned again. ?Beautiful,? he whispered, ?absolutely beautiful.? With that he slid off the couch onto his knees and moved between my legs easing them further apart as he did. ?Oh my God,? he gasped, ?you're so wet Hazel and I did it. I made you that wet. Oh my God.? I was about to answer him when he pressed his lips against the soaking crotch of my knickers and, instead of words coming out of my mouth a loud cry escaped.
As he ran his tongue up and down over the silky covering of my pussy. I felt another orgasm building inside me and pushed my hips up at him. ?Are you coming again Hazel?? he asked, raising his head for a moment. ?Yes Mike, I am,? I almost sobbed, ?don't stop, make me come again.? Mike lowered his head again but this time there was nothing between his lips and my naked pussy and I cried out again as he ran his tongue up and down through my swollen lips. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed what he was doing to me and reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his mouth harder against me. ?I can't breathe Hazel,? he gasped, ?let me lead. I can't breathe.? Realising that I was going over the top I moved my hands to either side of his head, giving him a little more wriggle room and began thrusting my hips up at him. I turned out to be a good move on my part as it meant that now his nose was pressed against my clit and, the combination of that and his tongue dipping in and out of my pussy hole tipped me over the edge and I came again, the second time in less than an hour.
This second orgasm was as intense, if not more so than the first one and wave after wave of my juices gushed out of me. I could feel Mike swallowing as hard and fast as he could, not wanting to waste a drop of my love honey. He was a real trooper and licked, sucked and lapped at my pussy until I had nothing left to give and my orgasm faded then got up and sat back down beside me on the couch. I could see the results of my climax glistening around his mouth and nose and when he leant in to kiss me it was my turn to groan as I smelt and tasted my own pussy on him, again something I hadn't experienced for over five years.
As we sat there kissing and cuddling like a couple of love struck teenagers I realised that even though I'd come twice but Mike hadn't come and it was time to return the favour!!!
?It's been a long time since I did this Mike,? I said, as I unzipped his pants and slid my hand inside, so you'll have to excuse me if I'm not that good at it now.? I think he knew what I was about to do and he smiled at me. ?Don't worry Hazel,? he laughed, ?it's like riding a bike. It's something you never forget. But first!!!? With that he stood up and quickly stripped down to his underpants then sat back down again. ?There,? he said, ?that should make it a bit easier for you.?
I could tell by the size of the bulge in his underpants that for his age, roughly the same as me, that Mike was fairly well endowed but it wasn't until I pulled the top of them down that I realised just how well endowed he was. In my sexually active years I'd taken plenty of good sized cocks, all of them from much younger men and Mike's, at around seven inches, compared well with them. As I wrapped my fingers around the base of it and moved them upwards I saw a bead of pre-cum form at the tip and, as Mike had said, I knew exactly what to do next.
I lowered my head into his lap and took just his knob into my mouth, running my tongue over it and straight away I felt my pussy begin to tingle as the salty taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth. I began to slide my fingers up and down his cock, each upward movement causing another bead to form which I willingly swallowed. It was all coming back to me now and I remembered something an ex boyfriend of mine used to like and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of Mike's cock, pausing just before I reached the vee shaped area on the underside of his knob, the frenulum, as my ex had informed me. He'd told me it was the most sensitive part of his cock and Mike was no different. As I teased it with the tip of my tongue he cried out loudly and pushed me away. ?Jesus Christ Hazel,? he gasped, ?where did you learn to do that. I thought my head was going to explode. It's amazing.? ?Oh that's nothing,? I laughed as old memories came flooding back.
I was in the wrong position to give Mike's cock the treatment my ex liked so got off the couch and knelt on the floor infront of him. ?Get 'em off,? I laughed as I tugged at his underpants. Mike quickly complied and soon he was sitting naked on the couch, his seven inch cock jutting hard and thick from his groin. I shuffled forwards and ran my tongue over his ball sac then up the underside of his shaft again and I felt him tense as I reached that spot once more. I paused for a moment again then ran my tongue over it, eliciting another cry from him I then pulled his cock down and slid my lips over his knob. Pre-cum began literally pouring out of him as I increased my suction and now it was my turn to groan as I felt it trickling down my throat.
All of my ex's had told me I was the best cock sucker they'd ever known and it was soon clear that I hadn't lost my touch as I worked my fist up and down Mike's cock, following it with my lips, forcing more and more pre-cum from it. They'd all said I was one of the few women they knew that actually liked a man to come in her mouth and they were right. I loved the feeling of a man pumping his load into it and that's just what I wanted from Mike, I wanted to feel him come in my mouth. Mike didn't know this though and after a couple of minutes, he pushed my mouth off his cock, warning me he was about to come. The look on his face was an absolute picture, when instead of stroking him to a climax, I brushed his hand away and took his cock back into my mouth and carried on sucking. Shock or no shock, seconds later he came and I felt the first wad of his cumm erupt into my mouth, followed by another then another until it was just too much for me and I had to finish of with my hand.
Once I was sure Mike had nothing left to give, I sat back down on the couch beside him and kissed him. ?You were right Mike,? I said, ?it is like riding a bike, you don't forget.? Mike seemed to be in a bit of daze as he smiled back at me. ?Hazel,? he said, ?you're amazing. If anyone had ever told me that I'd get the best blow job of my life at turned seventy and from a seventy woman plus at that, I'd have said they were nuts. But that's what's just happened. You've given me the best blow job I've ever had. You are absolutely fantastic.? ?Thank you Mike,? I said, ?but I think you need to rest now. You haven't really gone as far as I want you to.? ?Yes I think you're right Hazel,? he said, I do need to rest, I haven't gone as far as I want to either.?
For the rest of the evening Mike and I sat and chatted, filling each other in on our past sex lives. It turned out that in our early years we were both into swinging and had both had multiple sex partners. Mike was really excited when I told him I'd been been with a couple of women and also experienced more than a few threesomes and the conversation quickly got him ready to go all the way. He was wearing one of my less feminine dressing gowns and it soon became clear how ready he was, his cock was forming a huge bulge in the thick fabric. ?Bedroom Mike?? I said, putting my hand in his lap and squeezing his cock. ?Yes Hazel,? he replied, ?I think I'm ready now.? Once we got to the bedroom, I could see just how ready he was, his cock seemed even longer and thicker than it had been earlier.
I was till wearing the red bra and knickers and as soon as we got into bed, Mike was teasing my nipples through the bra with one hand while stroking my pussy with the other and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. It soon became clear that Mike was as fond of giving oral as I was, as he moved down between my legs and began lapping at my silk covered pussy, taking me to yet another orgasm. Now I was really wet and there was only one thing that was going to satisfy me and Mike wasted no time in giving it to me.
Getting up onto his knees between my spread legs, he held the crotch of my knickers aside and, with his free hand guided his cock towards my pussy. It had been so long since I'd had any cock inside me, never mind one as thick as Mike's, that at first I didn't think I was going to be able to take it but as he eased slowly forwards, nudging the tip of his cock into me, I felt my pussy muscles relax ready to accept him and when his knob was fully inside me the pressure eased and he slid deeper into me until I had his full seven inches buried in my pussy. He paused for a moment, allowing me to get used to the feeling then started a slow, rhythmic thrusting, sliding his cock in and out of me with deep, deliberate movements.
Despite me having just come it wasn't long before I felt yet another climax building it was amazing, I hadn't had an orgasm for over five years and my sexy neighbour was taking me to four in less hours than it had been years since my last one.
After a minute or two we both felt my pussy muscles tighten around Mike's cock and he urged me on. ?That's it Hazel,? he said, ?come sweetheart come.? I don't think I could have not come even if I'd wanted to and seconds later my pussy almost exploded around Mike's cock, which triggered his own climax and I felt his cumm pumping into me, mixing with my own juices. Mike continued to work his cock in and out of me until I felt it soften and eventually slipped out of me. My sexy lover was spent and he moved back up the bed and lay beside me as we both recovered from one of the most amazing evenings of my entire life.
Mike didn't leave that night, in fact, he never left. At seventy plus I'd found the love of my life and we we were married less than a year later and spent we the rest of lives in a loving relationship.