He liked his naps, they rejuvenate, refresh. There is nothing better than a good power nap to reboot the system. Like most naps when he woke up there came the usual stretch, yawn and deep breath, in through the nose, out through pursed lips. Only this time smell from the previous night's passion was still carried on his mustache bringing with it a flood of fresh memories.
The past year has been pure unadulterated hell, due to a nasty divorce from his psychotic Ex; false allegations of abuse, the ex engaging in parental alienations with the kids coupled with the loss of his job and piss poor economy.
Being a professional white male and dealing with a gender biased court system is not fun and had him longing for the old days in the service when he could at least shoot back at those trying to kill him. In many ways he envied those who have lost a spouse to cancer, or other tragic means. To lose the love of your life to mental illness has to be the cruelest of all, there still alive and more than willing to use whatever means possible to make your life miserable. Like he always did, he picked himself up, dusted off and began anew. Dating in your 50's is whole lot different than in your youth, especially in rural New England. He was 6' 3" pretty good shape and could still bang out a mile in less than 6 minutes and can turn a head or two despite the grey hair.
Not being a player and living in a small town, attempting to pick up MILF's in the vegetable isle at the local market was not an option he cared to attempt. So on line dating it was and after many, many months of sifting through the trash, finally made a connection.
Lust often comes with first site, and Lorrie was no exception. Mid 50's she still had the looks that would make a young man say, "Yeah I'd like some of that". She carried herself with a grace and style that is rare to find. Her light flowery sun dress and lacy white top clung to her petite frame, all the right curves and exposing just the right amount of tanned skin above her pert breasts. The subsequent conversation over lunch left him with no doubt that he wanted to immerse himself in both her mind and body. In parting she grasped his hand, leaned back and pulled her sun glasses up reviling her steel blue eyes and a smile that shot straight through his heart and into my loins. Yes they would meet again.
Over the next couple dates they found they had a lot in common, music, activities and that they had both been badly burned in their respective divorces. Though unspoken, they seemed to reach and understanding to take things slow, no commitments and that the attraction we felt was to be kept casual.
The night she gave herself to him took on a whole new level of sensuality he had had never experienced. He was raised to always be a gentleman, hold the door, pay for the cost associated with a date and ladies always CUM first, if not several times. To his horror, and I'm sure as many of you guys in your 50s can relate, about the only wood he could get on demand is from your local lumber yard. Balancing this was Lorrie's shyness of her body. For some unexplained reason Lorrie felt that just because she possessed the most perfect pair of 34A tits that she was defective in some strange way. While some guys like big hooters, but he liked, scratch that, absolutely loved and adore a slim lithe body! Tit fucks aside, tits are tits, and to quote Ron White, "... Once you've seen one, you pretty much want to see them all..."
He felt that he had died and gone to heaven. After 10 years in a near sexless marriage he was like a kid in the proverbial candy store but with the maturity to savor every square inch. Her eyes were most captivating, especially when she smiled. Planting gentle kisses on her face and working his way around the ears and down the neck he couldn't resist another glance. The look of lust he received only fueled the fire. Her skin was so soft, her scent permeated the bed and only got stronger and more intense over the next 30 minutes as he caressed, licked and nuzzled his way down her neck to her "defective" breasts. Defective my ASS! Talk about score! Here he was a 55 year old, grey haired old fart and he gets to nibble on a set of titties that many teenagers would kill for! They are awesome! Exploring their champagne glasses shape, perfect small areolas and wonderful nipples consumed the next half hour.
Delighting in her heavy breaths and soft whimpers he began to explore further. Traveling down her sides, across her flat taunt tummy her fragrance became stronger spurring him on. Lost in the softness of her skin, the whimpers from her coming it was a wonder to savor her body. Reaching her mound he stopped and buried his nose in her nicely trimmed pubs and inhaled deeply. Sinking lower he traced his tongue around her mons and along where her legs framed her pleasure center. Starting from the bottom he continued to trace along the outside of her lips, up over her clit hood and back down. To his delight he found yet another treasure, her labia were undoubtedly the most perfect he ever had the honor to enjoy. Not too big, not to small, perfect for sucking and nibbling.
