Angie called me in the afternoon to rave over the script for telephone sex. "I was so turned on that I decided to email my script to Taylor," she admitted. I voiced my alarm over her sharing it.
"Don't worry. I told him that I wrote it. Who else could have written it?" added Angie. I attempted to defend my point of view, but Angie kept saying how it was so much better than she had ever imagined.
I was surprised that I ended the conversation with a, "Thank you." Yet, it was not because of her compliment; it was because I discovered that my genitals were again throbbing with that new kind of beat.
My mind and body had been very enlivened sexually since confessing to Todd. Then, I could hardly believe the Internet link he gave me. I almost closed it out when all those lewd photographs emerged onto the screen. "How does Todd know about this porn site?" I wondered. But there was only one simple answer. And that was confirmed a bit later when he sent me an email: "The kind of stories I like."
His note included the link, so I negotiated my way past the graphic photos to find the library of stories.
Tonight was different. I had taken a chance and wore a short low-cut leopard print negligee with spaghetti string straps while watching our evening television programs. I waited for a commercial break to tell him about Angie sharing the script with Taylor. I did not disclose my observations of my own ongoing sexual arousal. Todd turned the television off at 9:00 p.m. and announced that he was going to bed early in a manner that invited me to join him.
He was already in bed waiting for me when I entered the room. I slowly lifted my nightie over my head allowing his eyes time to rest on the V at my mons, then my belly, then the revelation of my nipples until finally my breasts while leaving my head temporary hidden. Then I drew it over my head and let it drop to the floor before scurrying nude under the sheets. There I was in bed in bed next to Todd feeling that state of throbbing arousal that had remained with me throughout the day. So, I decided to experiment, and made a request.
"Would you turn on the clock radio's ocean environmental sounds?"
Todd reacted gallantly and studied the buttons. Suddenly the sound of braking waves filled our bedroom. I recalled the words I had written this morning about the ocean waves in Angie's script and imagined the sounds stimulating me even deeper. Along with the throb, my vagina and sphincter muscles went into spasms when I heard the waves break upon the shore.
"Oh my," I uttered upon an inhaled breath. "This feels different," I admitted aloud.
"Just like Angie's response to the ocean waves?" asked Todd. His surprising comment was almost too much, and my hips began leading my body into an undulating and writhing dance as I lay upon the sheets. I laughed and began to mew like a feline in heat. Todd drew me to him, and kissed me deeply. We allowed our tongues to search each other's mouths as we have done since our youth, but this time my hips jerked against him in a different way.
I was a woman in her early sixties, and I suddenly discovered a level of arousal that I had never experienced before. Todd reached down to brush my greying muff and then ran his fingers along my slit. I felt my hips press against his hand in an attempt to force his finger to enter me. And then a spasm hit me, so I stopped suddenly because I was peeing.
"Oh no, I've just peed!" I announced with mortification. I attempted to free myself, but Todd grabbed my hip. "No, that's not pee. You have spurted an ejaculation. You know you often ejaculate, you have just never spurted like this before."
I felt the hot liquid streaming down between the cheeks of my buttocks. Todd's explanation caused my hips to rise and meet his fingers with greater force. But then some concern caused me to reach beneath my buttocks and touch the sheets.
"The sheets are wet!" I cried out in alarm.
Todd leaned over me and smothered my protests by pressing his mouth over my lips. My silenced tongue seemed to search for answers deep within his mouth. I lifted my right leg over his left hip with an urgency to press my urgency against him. Todd then rolled me onto my back, and moved to position himself between my legs.
"Yikes!" I squealed. "That wet spot has turned cold. This won't do," I worried.
"Stay there and do not move," Todd commanded as he rolled away from me and rose from our bed. "I will be right back." I had to smile at myself, because I was acting like the "virgin" in the movie: Moulin Rouge. I heard the lines of a tune in my head: "Like a virgin for the very first time."
Todd returned with a bath towel. I obediently raised my hips as he strategically positioned it underneath me. "This will keep you comfortable." And then, so unlike me ... I giggled. By the time Todd climbed back into bed beside me, I was into full-fledged laughter. I had never laughed in bed before.
My genitals were throbbing below while I was laughing above. Something had changed, and I was both the observed and the observer of this transition. Something new was happening beyond anything I had ever experienced as a younger woman.
This delay and my laughter would have had detrimental consequences any other time. Todd's member was no longer pumped, but I did not care. "I just want to feel you touching me," I pleaded as my hips began gyrating in a surprisingly lascivious manner. Todd took the now-mushrooming tip of his penis between his fingers and began stroking the outer edges of my readied vagina.
"Damn, I love your rosy redness," Todd half growled. I was quickly overwhelmed by his words, and a powerful new sensation preceded a spasm whereby a copious warm fluid gushed out of me onto Todd's semi-erect cock and flowed down his tightening balls. Our treasures were both drenched in slippery fluids.
I reached down and gently pinched the swelling bulb on the end of his shaft before directing it against the opening between my thighs. He thrusted, and my body pulled back instinctively in response the momentary discomfort as his hardened six inches began its entry. And then my hips thrust forward, and the sensation of stretching caused another emission as if my body was lubricating the way for Todd's journey into my tightened sheath.
And then, I just could not help it. These new delights touched me in a way I had never been touched. A giggle re-escaped, and then I broke into fits of laughter. Todd was not offended, and my heaving belly and squeals of delight caused his weapon of pleasures to swell to full capacity.
