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The deeply inhaled smoke escaped from her lips with an audible sigh. Allowing her head to surrender to my pillows, she collapsed on her belly beside me. As I looked at her she smiled the most satisfied of smiles. She was in the clouds. She was happily sailing to her own tune. I silently drank in every inch of bare skin in admiration. Her back had a way of sweeping down to the most perfect butt that had defied age in the 10 or 12 years that I had known her. Still, her body was that of a much younger woman and the envy of women even younger still.

My right hand traced down her copper skinned back until it came to rest on her firm round buttocks. I paid close attention as I searched her eyes for the slightest sign of approval. Her amazing steel blue eyes gazed back at me, unwritten approval so obvious in her smile. That was all the encouragement I would need. Molding her beautiful ass cheeks in my hands seemed like the logical continuation of this dance. She moved gently beneath my hand as her smile widened. The softest of moans escaping as she gently writhed. I would have honestly been happy to remain just as this for much longer, but she had plans of her own.

She turned closer to me and exposed her firm ample breasts and her flat and beckoning tummy. She looked like a goddess. I am not going to question 'why' she was with a man like me, although still a shock to me, I chose to simply enjoy it for what it was. To ask why could only create a possibility of losing out, so I refused to even consider. I don't necessarily believe in God but if there is one, I have would encouraged him to do things like this more often.

She used both hands as she directed my head to her chest. Firmly I gripped the nipple of the breast she was feeding me. I was becoming dizzy from the excitement and passion that was crazily pushing me on. Her passion was sparking so much of my own. We both felt it and we both reveled in its being. I would have happily been smothered by her demanding attentions as she held me close until I could feel her strong hand pressing me downward. Yes! A more willing participant could not be found. I knew she was excited, her breathing and little whimpers gave her away. It trembled through her bones everywhere. I knew where she wanted me.

It was taking me some time as I placed a trail of kisses so many times across her belly. Have I mentioned yet that perfect skin looking like a darkened version of a still lake surface? Tiny wisps of almost invisible hairs stood up to my gentle breath as it run across them. Her fragrance was intoxicating! A gentle teasing of Cinnamon insistently embracing my excited nostrils. I was dizzy, I was consumed, as I consumed her. Nothing could convince me greater could ever be my reward.

I knew where her hands were leading urgently. Her breathing betraying her as she rose to her boiling point. Perhaps cruely I hesitated as I was not in such a rush to get there yet. My passion knew of no honor in its delay for I wanted to get there as badly as she, but had we not reached this burning moment only because of all of the patient moments taken before? Let the fires build. Oh yes, let the fires consume us both... lol

Her bush was gone, shaved away to such smoothness it may lead one to believe none had existed before. She was a goddess! She was perfect! Fine but puffy outer lips traced out the pattern of inner pedals so pink and glistening. And like framework, over hung by tiny cloaking folds trying to hide a seemingly shy but aroused clitoris. I wish I could tell you of a taste. Maybe I should make it up but there was not one. The Cinnamon perfume still consumed most of my senses but she was just so wet! She was amazing!

Her breathing sped up the closer I got. Underneath the tip my tongue I was able to trace her fine pink lips to her growing clit. I liked to pretend in my mind that there was a single drop of olive oil resting upon the edge of her clit. My job was to use my tongue to gently push that fragile bead of oil up her clit, without breaking it, to its top, and let it slide down again. Over and over again would I have to race that bead of oil back down her clit so I could push it back up again. Sometimes I would break pattern by using my tongue like a ladle between her lips before returning to her clit. Always spurring me on were her fingers tugging on my hair. I was in heaven!

Something inside suddenly brought me back to earth. I am guessing all of the blood I was used to having in my head was being a little short changed by now. But it came to me in a rush as I realized. When she lay writhing beneath my hand on her ass, I was happy. When I was kissing her breasts and her belly, I could not think of anything that I could enjoy more. But then when I was guided to her pussy I grew to know that there I could not enjoy anything more. What could be next by any compare? What could possibly be even better than this? I had no idea what it would be until it just happened.

I cannot say if it was conscious or if it just happened on its own. My body rose itself up until we were laying face to face. My penis had just slid in to her as I rose. She was so wet that even the tightness of her insides could not hold me out. You have no doubt heard of the saying, "fit like a glove"? Well, maybe you can understand how it felt to me like shaking hands with the President. A female president of course but you get my meaning. Do I dare even consider what could be even better than this? No, I think I will just enjoy this for the duration.

Her legs instinctively seemed to embrace me with even more force than her arms did right now. Her head was tossed back mostly in passion I am sure but she was also trying to become more comfortable with my large size penetrating her tender folds. I moved slowly back seeing her more able to relax. I taste the sweat on her neck as I pull back further still, but only for a moment. Without any will of my own I am drawn back deep inside of her again. The dizziness returns and I try to fight for control as I feel her body pulling me back in again and again. I must gain some composer and control because the passion has a mind of its own. I am far from wishing this to end and must do something quick.

I pull out almost abruptly as I roll onto my back. She knows just what she is doing as she sits tall on my shaft. In such a quick and deliberate move she has me stuffed deep inside her again. She looks stunning as she rides me without restraint. Her tits bounce only slightly which is such a surprise being as big as they are. They stand like ski slopes with the most perfect nipples I have ever seen. My only thought now is that I wish I had more hands. I wanted to massage and caress her tits while at the same time I had such a desire to hold her firm little ass cheeks in my hands, helping her to rise up and down on my cock. Her juices were beginning to run down the shaft of my cock, across my balls and ass cheeks. Now if you try to tell me that anything could be better than this, I would probably hit you.

How long we went on I could never tell you. No one wanted it to end and so it would not. Her breath was hurried and I could tell she was tiring from all of her efforts atop. With no warning she rolled off to her hands and knees. I wish I had the words to describe the look in her eyes as she looked back to me signaling me of my next obvious invitation. Of all I did that day, this was the quickest. I got behind her in record time. Almost as a way of recognizing my speed in rushing there, slowly and deliberately I reentered her still amazingly tight pussy. I could tell that she felt every inch of me as I pressed onward, deeper. The feeling was incredible to us both. She pressed back at me with more demand than I could have imagined. Our pace would slow and then become rapid and powerful again. On and on we went. What could ever even possibly feel better than this? I grabbed hard onto her ass cheeks in an effort to hold myself on the bed. Have I used the word amazing too much already?

I knew I had to stop. Just for a moment. Just for a breath. To take a second to gather my head and pull myself back together. I pulled out gently because the risk of just stopping while inside of her would have never worked. I could feel her pussy pulsating with a mind of its own. As if it were trying to literally milk my cock dry. I was not about to let this end. Just a breath.

My cock was harder than it had been in many years. Perhaps it was the half of Viagra I had taken when she first arrived. Maybe it was all just due to her. Either way, it was making us both happy. Her juices had coated it thick with a glistening sheen like I had never seen before. I was so hard and pointed right up as it rested on her ass. I held her by her sides from behind and could feel her pushing back upon me. I immediately realized that the head of my cock was resting directly on her anal opening. She was pushing back on me and the juices of her pussy created a natural lubrication which easily allowed me to enter her ass as she continued to push back on me. This was new to me. Never had I been in a woman's' ass before. Always had I been afraid to ask or was never directed there because of the size of my penis. I had always felt it too big to have a woman want it there.

I stood there still not wanting to move but to allow her to decide how to go forward. Deeper and deeper she slowly took me. I had no idea how far she would go but when she reached what she found her limit she slowly pulled her ass back from me. I was losing my fucking mind! Again and again she took me in deeper and deeper. Her rhythm increasing each time. Her moans turned to groans as she reached her arms high above her body with her tiny ass cheeks in the air. Louder and louder she cried out. She was so far gone with passion you could not have caught her with a train. "Fuck me! Fuck me! She screamed as she pounded back on me. I grabbed her hips and used all of my strength for what seemed forever but was in reality only a few minutes. I exploded deep inside of her like never before. I now know why we call it 'exploded' after all. I truly felt like my cock had self destructed in her ass. I was out of breath, I was exhausted, I no longer had the ability to stay upright.

I collapsed on the bed. My mind was spinning. I think I finally knew how she felt when she first collapsed on the bed exhaling the smoke of her first moments. I was in the clouds and sailing to a tune I had never heard before. I knew that there was no where else to go from here. What could possibly be even more amazing than this? I was sure that there was nothing else. Well sure that is until she lie down beside me and rested her head on my chest. My arm went around her as its last contribution to any energy. I could hear her struggling to regain her breathing. We lay there and nothing else would ever feel so good.

Some would say that this would be the perfect end. And it was. As we lay there I could not think of one instance in my long, long life that had been so wonderful. A woman half my age taking the time to bring such joy to an old man. Would the initial shock of my fading off to black be a scar to her or would the knowledge that she had given me the most wonderful gift, in my fleeting past be enough to make her smile one day as she remember. Nothing could be more wonderful than that in which I had just lived. And died. But that won't stop me from moving on to the next moment, now in Gods hands, hoping again that I am wrong.

Tom Heartwood