I have been a nudist for a long time and I visited nudist beach and resorts with my deceased husband regularly. I love the sea and I still go with friends of both sexes whenever I have the chance. I traveled a lot with friends as well as with my husband. After getting over the grieving and mourning state, I needed time alone and went on tours. I'm not alone in my solitude to 'relax and get away from it all,' as I met and made friends with others on the trip.
It was on one of the tours, I had a marvelous encounter with a man who led the tour. He was friendly with all the group tourists but he paid exceptional attention on me maybe because I was alone. On the sideline he chatted up with me even after the group settled for the night we continued in the lounge. He interested me in other exotic places I never been to. Since my husband passed away I never have a man so attentive to me. Despite our age gap, no doubt I don't look my age, we enjoyed our conversation. To draw my attention he would touched my hand to emphasize a point gave me goose pimples and sensational feeling creeping my whole body. He was to put it simply charismatic, a woman charmer. I got swooned over by him.
It was late and I said I need to go to bed. He obligingly walked me to my room. At the doorstep, without my expectation he held my waist and drew me close to him then smooched my cheek saying good night. Maybe seeing I didn't object glided his lips onto mine and kissed me. My innocence disappeared the moment our lips touched and as expected it led to more excitement and began a sexual affair that night. I was excitingly astonished without slightest expectation he advanced on me so daringly. A spur of hot adrenaline rushed through my body, feeling of palpable excitement shown through my body trembling and shivering.
I didn't resist, instead responded hugging him and lingered on kissing. I sensed what he wanted and I wasn't complaining a charming young man so attracted by me. He asked if he could stay awhile and had a drink. I wanted the sensation to last and invited him into my room. I took out cans of beer and we sat on the couch and chatted idly. He looked at me intensely hardly blinking, his eyes looked me over and I felt uncomfortable getting such amorous glance from a stranger I knew only recently.
He dropped his mobile, landed close to my legs on the floor and bent to pick it up, gave him the chance to look up my hemline. He noticed a slight redness on my thigh and expressed concern if it hurt and before I asked him he placed his hand to rub my thigh. I got a sensual thrill as he massaged my thighs so softly and tenderly. Taking that I didn't object, his hand crept further up and fiddled the crotch of my panties. Fixing his lusty eyes on me to gauge my reaction. His gaze fixed on my reaction to his creeping hand. I closed my eyes enjoying his fondling fingers on my crotch and offered no objection which he took as approval. The other hand moved on my bosom while his lips planted on mine.
I was meek, with no resistance as I allowed his wandering hands on my body. I lay limp on the couch to indulge on the pleasure with groans and moans. Then pushed aside the crotch of my panties, slipped one finger then more to touch my clitoris and labia. I was moist and wet, he had me submissive to his advances. He fingered me deeply, reached for the G spot and I gave a shrilling exciting scream, quivering to a climax.
Being emboldened he started to unbutton my dress, lifted the hemline. I helped by lifting my bums so he could undressed me lifting my dress over my head. I was left in my undies. He muttered I was sexy with a full figured body and so enchantingly beautiful. It was the room ambient with soft lights or an occasion I think he set up to get intimate with me, a good feeling pervaded in me. He was experienced to recognize nonverbal cues on my emotional state, coupled with vaginal lubrication that I was in heat.
I had no reason to stop his advances as I crave for a man since my husband bereaved. I felt blessed that I didn't need to seek out a younger man who showered attention on me even if he was taking advantage of my predicament. I had a need for a man, made me a slut which didn't matter to me so long I enjoyed the pleasure. I lay lame as his hands wandered free rein on my body, stretched his hands behind my back to unhook the bras and my buxom breast fell free to his expressed delight. Both his hands cupped them and brought one at a time to his mouth to suckle. I was driven to exasperation groaning and moaning screams filled the room. He tucked at the panties waist band, pulled it down and slipped off my legs.
For a moment I felt stunned realizing I was completely naked, shyly with my hands over my bosom and groin. It was a long time I was naked in front of a man besides my husband though I flirted in my young days before settled down. Staring at me with a sly smile, he stood up and undressed himself, pulled down his briefs pop his erect penis right at my face. I gasped in awe at the huge size. I evaded looking at him directly still coy and embarrassed. He stood naked by my side took my hands and let me felt his majestic manhood, a size I never seen before, 11 inches or more and wide girth. I knew he wanted to sex me, could my pussy take it I worried? My fingers held it couldn't encircle the girth that was how big its circumference!
My embarrassment gave way to eagerness to fondle it up and down as I looked at him closed his eyes and enjoyed me wanking him. My libido shot sky high, couldn't expect to feel so sexually excited. I was flattered he made advances on me that I could aroused him. I took care of my body went to gym, spent considerable hours in nature openness. I didn't look my age. My sexuality gone overdrive.
I thought I had left my lively sex life at the door! I got it back and looked forward to a time of splendid joy and pleasure. I was aroused. My pussy dripping moist. I didn't need to be ashamed of as women have the same choices as men in this age. He merely stood there eyes closed enjoying my wanking. I put my hand on his bum pulled him closer to put it in my mouth. I blew him and he reeled off soon to pump his semen in my throat. It was so voluminous, dripped from my mouth as I swallowed all I could. I had my fill but I was still sex starved, hungry for more. I wanted in me down my other mouth.
He was still erected, pushed me lay down on the couch, parted my thighs, lifted one leg over his shoulder and he came ramming me, my pussy wet slits opened to accommodate his big cock. He thrust and pressed with increasing force to penetrate, rocking in and out motion, heaving with deep breathing. I grinned with pain as he pushed harder and harder. First the forehead went in, slowly inch by inch the cock tunneled in as I wriggled and tossed about on the couch. I felt his cock ramming my pussy in an endless time. It was pain immersed with pleasurable sensation. I endured but let out screaming in pain and pleasure all rolled in.
Finally its intruding journey ended hitting my womb and I shriveled loudly. A good length remained out of my pussy. He perspired, dripped onto me while breathed heavily. Once conjoined with no more room to penetrate further, he collapsed onto my sweaty body. Taking a proactive role, I hugged his neck, lifting my bums to continue the in and out motion while clamping my pussy muscles on his probing cock. He locked his lips on mine, our tongues darting passionately to taste each other saliva. I dug my finger nails on his back as I reached climax successively, spasm continued to invade my body.