I was reclining in my usual spot at the harbor, reading and waiting for Olivia. I was sure my watch was broken because time stood still while my mind wandered. Liv and I had grown close faster than I anticipated; it was almost like the stereotypical whirlwind, movie romance. We began out relationship based on mutual attraction and sex and while that remains a constant, there was something growing between us, something far more meaningful. I desperately wanted to bring the subject up, but every time I opened my mouth Olivia seemed to sense it and she would change the topic. I had always been so careful to avoid relationships in the past but with her I found myself hoping that things might be different. She insisted our age gap didn't matter, but at the same time I knew it wouldn't be so easy for her friends and family to accept. I shuddered at the thought of her losing friendships and having to create a whole new set of friends while we were together, yet how many other couples did we really know who similar to us?
I'd decided in college to remain single, which allowed me to pursue my sexual desires. In my twenties that was pretty easy because I was young and there was the hangover from the hippie era, when free love reigned and men and women were open to more progressive arrangements. Women were readily available who also wanted a brief crazy encounter before they settled down. In my thirties, I added nice clothes and frequented more expensive artsy bars and found hot women who enjoyed experimentation. In my forties, I was now a seasoned hunter of this Serengeti but the creative, sexually open woman was in decline. In my fifties, I'd earned enough money and relocated to Florida to learn the laid back way of life where I could prowl in different game lands. Through acquaintances, I found my way into the swinging community and couples looking for a single guy to fulfill a fantasy or an older but still attractive woman who wanted some fun. In my sixties, I was coming to terms with the realization that my sex life might be coming to an end because younger woman thought me old and older woman primarily wanted me for my money. Then I met Olivia.
Liv was all I could think about. She took the place of my favorite pastimes, reading fiction, playing tennis, and cooking. My mind would wander down paths that only led to her, leaving me unable to focus on anything else. Whenever I wasn't with her, I felt a weighty pulling that redirected my thoughts toward her like a magnet. When we saw each other, she couldn't take her clothes off fast enough and even when she was naked it seemed like she still wore too many layers shrouding her perfect skin. I wanted her more than anyone or anything before in my entire life. Her face was that of an angel, her boobs were the epitome of femininity, her bare pussy was perfection, god those long thin legs but her ass was my dark mistress. I craved it.
"Rob, I don't understand what's happening to me," Olivia confessed one evening after a particularly energetic lovemaking session. It feels like I can cum so easily sometime just by looking at you. I don't get it, it's always been difficult for me but now its so simple, almost like magic. I'm cumming all the time." Sweat dripping from Olivia's freshly fucked body and it smelled like afternoon rain falling through spring leaves.
Rob, never knew a woman, who turned him on simply by existing. The way she looked at him, the way she touched him, the way she smelled, talked, ate, even the cute way she peed and wiped, made him want her more and he got hard just by thinking about her.
It was a typical Florida summer day, high 90's and heavy with humidity. Olivia returned from a five mile run just before the afternoon showers began. Sweat poured from her body, her clothing were soaked and dripping, her hair plastered to her head Standing with hands on hips in the entrance way foyer, she caught her breath and asked for water. Rob returned with the liquid, seeing the puddle of sweat on the floor he had an immediate desire for her. Olivia didn't or couldn't comprehend his meaning when he demanded she strip right now, and saw his eyes flashing with intensity.
"Rob be serious, I'm sweaty and nasty," she deflected. "Are you crazy?" His voice was low and demanding and he couldn't comprehend why she resisted. Didn't she feel the same urges he did?
"You don't understand, I need you now. I must have your dirty, sweaty body just as you are." he said through clenched teeth.
Olivia gulped the water. "I smell, I need a shower!" She could feel the heat radiating off her flesh and sweat rolling down her skin as she cooled down. Most of her recoiled in disgust at his desire to have sex in her current state but a small part of her relished that he wanted her. Her wilder, darker self, was drawn to the fantasy of being forcibly taken in this filthy state. She recalled a fantasy of being thrown naked into knee deep mud and repeatedly being pushed into the muck by the boot of her tormentor. She was thrilled by the idea of being roughly taken in the rear and never seeing her assailant. She hesitated for a moment before he stripped her and led her to the bathroom to be used and dominated.
Rob pulled her close once in the confines of the guest bath room. He roughly handling her tits pulling her nipples from her boobs and pressed his cock against her like hot branding iron. Their sweat and body odor ignited Rob's passion and lubricated their body movements against each other. A single hard thrust happened without warning as Rob drilled his cock passed her inner labia and penetrated her pussy. He inserted his cock all the way in, in a single motion. She felt a shiver inside from the feeling of being used and taken by this man.
"Your pussy feels so hot. If I don't keep moving it'll burn me," he breathed into her ear.
"You're...so hard, Rob. You could split me in two if you wanted." He withdrew quickly, then wickedly slammed back in. Olivia felt delicious, totally under his control but it was all over in less than a minute. Rob pulled out too soon for her and sprayed her ass with his cum. The intensity of what transpired between them suddenly caught up to Rob and he had to rest on the toilet cover.
"That was...so weird," she said smiling before straddled him on his lap. She liked what happened, as unexpected as it was and wished the encounter lasted longer.
"Are you okay," he asked.
"I'm okay, are you okay? What just happened? You've never wanted me like this," surprised that her sweaty and smelly body had got him so excited?
"Liv, I want you any and every way, even if you protest, I think, in that moment, I would have taken you."
"How am I sexy when I'm dripping in sweat?" His eyes said everything to her but he said nothing.
"I told you, you have to say it," she insisted.
"Liv, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'm having a hard time controlling my desire for you because it's stronger that I've ever experienced. When you say smelly, I'm think bewitching. Your body just makes me want to do things."
"Oh, sweetie, you know Livy's here for you. My body is yours." They kissed and talked more, admitting to the feelings they were navigating. Weeks passed as they made love at every opportunity, just like their first time. Both cared and felt love for each other but neither was ready to put words to their feelings.
A few days later, Olivia said, "Let me just check confirm something with you... we're agreed we want plenty of sexual experiences because I've always imagined I could handle being totally open minded. In a totally free relationship where we're both allowed anything sexually, even with other people."
"I trust you," Rob said, giving her a kiss. "Trust is key.''
"Okay, this might be unexpected but I have this friend from work. She's in her fifties, divorced, and in desperate need of an ego boost. Translation, she feels sorry for herself and needs a good fucking."
"So your thinking we could be her medicine?"
"That thought crossed my mind."
"Are you sure she's the kind of woman that would even consider what I think you're proposing?'' Rob asked.
"I've no idea but she keeps talking to me about how she is lonely and no guys will pay attention to her.''
"So let me just say this out loud. You're thinking a three way with this woman will make her better dating material?"
"I think it will give her more confidence which she desperately needs," she replied.
"So a three way, have you ever gone down on a woman," Rob asked?
"Once, in college," she replied.
"You mean, Olivia Miller's dating calendar wasn't always filled," Rob teased?
"I wasn't always the perfect specimen you see now," she said smiling. "So do you agree I can suggest this to Ellen?" she asked.
Rob agreed and asked, "Why don't we have dinner first and I can be a naked waiter, making drinks, serving dinner, and being the dessert? It'll put things in the right mood."
"I like the idea. Our goal is to make her feel desirable and worthy of a relationship," she explained. "After a night with you, she'll feel attractive and maybe realize what she's been missing."
