A Lost Memory Resurfaces

For many years, I had forgotten about an extraordinary weekend I spent with a truly special man. Then one night, the entire weekend came back to me in a dream that left me waking with my juices running to the point that I wondered if I had had an orgasm in my sleep.

Shortly after I graduated from high school, my parents divorced, and my father moved to Las Vegas for reasons of health and because my dad loved Vegas. He had been living there for about six months and was sharing an apartment with a man who would become his best friend until the end of his life. His name was Norman and he was fifteen to twenty years older than my dad.

In my twenties, I was always attracted to men who were in their md thirties to late forties. At nineteen I gave my virginity to a man who was 27 years my senior. I have always been thankful that I chose that man to be my first. He was a patient and kind teacher and lover, and it was at his experienced hands I learned to freely give and receive pleasure from the intimacy of making love. After two years together we both knew the time had come to go our separate ways and we remained friends for many years.

During those two years, my dad and Norman both were hired by a local attorney to manage apartment complexes that he owned. It became a weekly ritual for the three of us to meet for dinner on Thursday evenings. Both men were retired other than managing the apartment complexes while I had a front desk position on the Las Vegas Strip.

One Thursday evening, I left work and drove to Norman's apartment for our weekly dinner. When I arrived, Norman advised me that my dad was running late due to a maintenance issue at his complex. After I arrived, Norman offered me a glass of wine which I gratefully accepted after a stressful day at work. Whatever Norman was cooking smelled divine. Both my dad and Norman were really terrific chefs and I always enjoyed dinner with them.

But unbeknownst to me, Norman had a tightly held secret. He was enamored of me. He often flirted with me, but he was my dad's best friend and forty plus years older than me. Not once in the years I had known him, had I ever considered his flirtations to be serious nor had I any attraction to him whatsoever.

I gladly took a seat at the table in the dining room and watched Norman as he put the finishing touches to dinner. After receiving the call from my dad about his maintenance emergency he had adjust the timing of his dinner, so we were in no hurry to eat and content to await my father's arrival.

When the memory of this experience, rose from the depths of my mind, I started to laugh because I cannot for the life of me, remember how Norman got me to agree to spend a weekend with him. I clearly remembered growing increasingly nervous as the agreed upon date drew nearer. As I had never had a sexual attraction for Norman but I also had a deep emotional attachment to him and I neither wanted to hurt his feelings or disappoint him.

During the following days as I prepared for the anticipated weekend; my feelings ranged from nervousness to fascination as I wondered how and why Norman had decided that he wanted me. Over the years I had known Norman, he had occasionally shared stories with my dad and I about conquests from his past and the one thing that stood out as I remembered those occasions, I was always struck by the far away look that Norman would get as he discussed the experience as if he was watching an old movie that starred his favorite actress.

My thoughts began to shift from wondering how Norman had gotten me to agree to this weekend. to whether Norman would ever get that far away look after spending our weekend together.

Nearly fifty years later as I sit here putting my memories to paper, I will be forever thankful that I kept my word and spent that weekend with this wonderful man.

On the agreed upon evening, I drove to Norman's from work. I walked into his apartment and it smelled heavenly with the dinner he was preparing for us. He took me into his bedroom and began to undress me. Once I was in the nude, he gave me a chaste kiss and asked me if I had any idea how beautiful and sexy I was. I am many things but beautiful is not what I have ever considered myself. I held my tongue though and did not debate him as I could sense the sincerity in his voice.

Instead of lying me down on the bed, he walked me into a bathroom and began to draw a bath. After the tub filled, he assisted me into the tub. For the next twenty minutes, he bathed me. It was the most sensuous thing I had ever experienced, until he helped me out of the bath and began to dry me off. As he dried each part of my body, he would kiss me lightly. I had the most difficult time trying to stand as he dried me. My legs were trembling and where there hadn't been as much a spark, a kindling fire was starting to burn deep inside of me. He walked me back into his room and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He slid a beautiful blue nightie over my head. As the nightie slid over my head, he bent over and kissed me again quite chastely. Then he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "I saw this, and it matched the color of your eyes." A shiver ran through my entire body. (Even more surprising he had guessed the size perfectly).

Next, he splashed a little cologne on me, and I was surprised that it was my favorite, Glorious by Gloria Vanderbilt. (Unfortunately, they don't make it anymore). He told me that it had taken him awhile to find the cologne, sniffing one bottle after another. (What kind of a man goes to so much effort to have sex with a woman?)

He helped me up from the bed and put his arm around me, so that he was able to cup my breast as we walked back to his dining room table. The memory of what we ate has not resurfaced. I just remember that I was nervous but again he plied me with wine as we ate, and I began to relax. I also had a small blaze between my legs that was growing and desperately needed release.

I tried to help him with the dishes, but he would have no part of that. So, I sat at the table drinking another glass of wine and we talked while he cleaned the kitchen. What apprehension I had been feeling was melting away as the minutes together passed.

When he had finished the dishes, he walked over to me and helped me off my chair and again stroking my breast, walked me back to his room. I was a fairly confident woman about my sexuality at this point in my life but as I walked with him towards his bedroom, I became as nervous as the first time I had made love to Keith, which was a little disconcerting. I was worried that I might disappoint Norman and I desperately did not want to do that.

We were standing next to his bed and he kissed me, there was nothing chaste about this kiss. I felt his desire in that kiss and I was breathless by the time it was finished. "Honey, I have wanted this for so long." he whispered in my ear. I was startled having never been aware of his feelings.

He removed the nightie before lying me down on the bed. Then he walked around the bed and lay down next to me. He began to whisper endearments in my ear as he began stroking my breasts with his hand. He told me, "Tonight I want all of you. But if I start to take you somewhere you don't want to go, all you have to do is tell me stop. I couldn't enjoy this unless you are enjoying it too."

He kissed me once more before he began to trail his lips over my chin and down my neck. I have a very sensitive neck and I nearly lost my mind when he began kissing me there. Then he moved down my chest until he kissed my entire left breast. As he began to tease my nipple with his teeth and tongue, he used his fingers to tease the nipple of my right breast and I felt as if there were an electrical charge going straight from my nipples to my clit. I began to moan with the intense pleasure he was creating in me. I have no idea how long he savored my breasts, but I was in seventh heaven and the sounds of pleasure seemed to spur him on.

He released my breasts and began kissing me, down my abdomen. Using his legs, he spread my legs and slid his body between them. I didn't shave my pussy then and as he ran his hand over my muff, he smiled up at me."I knew you were a natural blonde. You smell good enough to eat."

Then I felt him kiss my mons before parting the lips of my pussy and sliding his tongue from the bottom to the top. I was tighter than a spring by now, and the electric shock from his tongue caused me to buck, my ass leaving the mattress as I cried out in exquisite pleasure. Using a hand, he pressed me back down to the mattress.

I was quivering, and he hadn't touched my clit yet.

He parted the lips of my pussy with his thumbs and gently blew on my clit and I moaned as my entire pussy was tingling. When his tongue finally, mercifully touched my clit, I felt a tear slip out of the corner of my eye. There aren't words to describe the intense feelings that were encompassing me at that moment. When he took my clit between his teeth, he reached up and grasped my wrists, it held me down but I pressed my throbbing clit harder against his mouth. I think I might have been praying because I do vividly remember calling out to the heavens. Within mere moments of him nibbling and sucking on my clit, fireworks exploded in my head and I called out my pleasure, loudly and without a cognizant thought of how loud I was. Finally, he released my clit, and began kissing one thigh than the other as he traced a trail up my legs, my abdomen and beck to my breasts. He ran a tongue over each nipple before he lay down next to me at which point, he pulled me hard against his body and encircled my body and held me close as I descended from one of the most astounding orgasms I have ever experienced. As my trembling lessened and my breathing returned to normal, I tried to free myself from his arms. You see. the first thing I crave after I cum is to suck my lover's cock. But he denied me and held me firmly, kissing me gently, lips, eyelids, cheeks and my lips again. His hands were already caressing my back. In a low voice he said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever made love to in my life. Let's get some rest." He then began rubbing my back and my ass and I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to the smell of bacon frying. I awoke slowly, stretching my arms above my head. As I became more alert, I took my glasses off the nightstand and put them on. I got out of bed and looked towards the dresser expecting to see my suitcase, where I put it but it wasn't there. The blue nightie was at the foot of the bed, so I pulled it on and made my way to the bathroom. When I exited the bathroom, Norman walked to me and kissed me and asked me to wait for him in bed. I returned to the bed and fluffed the pillows against the headboard and smoothed the blanket over me. The nightie accentuated my breasts and I tried to imagine what I looked like sitting there.

Moments later, Norman came in with a tray with two plates of bacon and eggs, a small plate of toast, one glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee and a small vase with a single yellow rose in it. He sat across at the foot of the bed with the tray between us. As we ate breakfast, he told me, "Last night was as wonderful as I knew it would be."

I could feel myself blushing. I smiled, "For me yes. It was heavenly, but you wouldn't let me give you pleasure."

He smiled broadly. "I got exactly what I wanted, and it was more beautiful than I had imagined."

After breakfast he instructed me to stay in bed and went out to do the dishes. When he returned, he climbed into his side of the bed and scooted across the mattress and pulled the nightie off me. Using his hands, he gently rolled me over on my tummy. He began to massage my back and trail kisses down my back too. I was purring with pleasure. He was so slow and gentle as it was if he didn't want to miss a square inch of my back. I felt my juices starting to coat the sensitive folds of my pussy. As if sensing what I was feeling, he kissed the small of my back and slid his hand over the bare rounded cheeks of my ass and then between the glistening lips of my pussy. While he stroked my clit, he told me, "You were as sweet as I had anticipated. I could eat you for hours."

He turned me over and kissed me again. "See, how sweet you are?" he asked before kissing me again. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded yes. He removed my glasses and without warning slid a sleep mask over my eyes. He moved away from me and I could hear him doing something but could not make out what he was doing. I felt something cold and metallic slide between the lips of my pussy and knew immediately that he had inserted a speculum into my vagina. I could feel the cool air entering me.

"Are you comfortable? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, and I noted that his voice had gotten deeper and huskier. Apparently, what he was doing was arousing him and I was glad to hear that. So, I assured him emphatically that I did not want him to stop.

Gently he began moving his hand inside of me. Other than an OB/GYN I had never had a man slide his entire hand into me. I have never been able to adequately explain to any man how wonderful a feeling it is having a lover's cock inside of you. But a lover's hand is much more intense. The feeling of fullness and the sensation of his fingers moving inside of me is beyond description.

I had had a lover try to fist me, but it just proved to be too painful and we had both stopped because of the pain. But I had had fantasies and they were being fulfilled that night. At first, he just used his hand to explore my vagina. Then he fisted his hand and began to slowly slide in and out of me. The pleasure was so intense, I mewed loudly. I began to push down on his hand and then clamp my vaginal as he started to withdraw his fist. He kept a slow pace. I didn't understand how this could be pleasurable to him, but I could see from his face that he was enjoying this immensely. Then he began to massage my clit with his other hand. My arousal increased accordingly, and my breathing was rapidly becoming more ragged.

I could feel my orgasm taking shape deep inside of me. I went from praying as I am wont to do when I am thoroughly enjoying my sexual pleasure to telling him I close I was to cumming. In a low, husky voice he encouraged me to reach my orgasm. "Cum for me sweetheart." He whispered to me. It amazed me how much pleasure this man took in my orgasms. It didn't take long before my orgasm was cresting, and I cried out in pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers from my clit but kept his hand inside of me. He removed the blindfold and I smiled up at him. "Norman, what are you doing?" I asked through my blissful descent from my heavenly orgasm.

He smiled back at me. "Not only are you tight but your vaginal muscles are so strong. I am feeling you clamp down on my hand." Shortly after that he withdrew his hand from me, and I felt so empty inside. He withdrew the speculum and I felt emptier. He left the room and returned with a hot moist washcloth and began to gently clean my vaginal area. The sensation was beyond heavenly. I lay there wondering where this man got his doctorate in pleasing a woman. He had made me feel such intense sensations. He walked out of the room and I was so relaxed, so sated, I drifted off to a light doze.

I lay there with a light film of perspiration covering my skin, my eyes closed and giving in to a drifting feeling. I was so relaxed that my body felt as if it was floating. I roused a little as I felt him lie down next to me and begin to lightly run his hands over my body. I moaned and felt a tremor pass through my body. I had lost all sense of time, but I felt myself becoming aroused again.

He began kissing me again. I smiled up at him and asked weakly, "Norman, when do I get to please you?"

"You've been pleasing me since you arrived. I knew you would be a wonderful lover and you haven't disappointed me at all. "He began sucking one of my nipples while he teased the other with his fingers. Immediately I felt an orgasm starting again inside of me. Then putting one hand on the outside of each of my breasts, he pushed them together until he was able to take both my nipples into his mouth at the same time. Another first for me and the sensation was beyond description.

After a few minutes he released my nipples and began kissing me abdomen moving steadily down towards my pussy yet again. Using his legs, he spread mine and slipped between them and continued the downward trail of kisses over my mons. When he lightly dragged his tongue over the right lip of my pussy and then the left, a tremor passed through me and my moan of pleasure filled the room. I felt him part the petals at my entrance with his thumbs and then without warning, his tongue slid into me and he began lapping my juices into his mouth. I could feel it and I could see it in my mind's eye, and the sensations sent an electrical shock through my entire being. I cried out softly and a shiver passed through my entire body. I could feel my nipples growing taut with need and I began pulling on them as he continued with the tongue lashing, he was giving me.

He knew exactly where to place his tongue to give me the most pleasure. I felt my orgasm growing quickly inside of me and I felt it rushing towards my climax. I began telling him how close I was as I drove faster towards the cliff. Suddenly every muscle in my body tightened and I screamed out his name for the first time as my orgasm crashed over me .I grabbed his forearms and with my hands and held on for dear life, pressing my drenched pussy harder against his mouth.

As I slowly floated down from the heights where he had taken me, I would not be dissuaded. With my heart pounding, my breath still rasping, I crawled onto my knees and slid between his legs forcing them apart. I began kissing the inside of his thighs as I made my way towards his groin. I took his flaccid cock into my hand and began to stroke it, as I slid one of his balls into my mouth. He reached down, putting his hands on my arms trying to pull me away. But I slapped his hands away as I continued my efforts. I sucked each ball before dragging my tongue up to the base of his cock.

As his cock remained flaccid in my hand, I started to realize that he might be impotent. As I slowly licked up the underside of his cock towards the head, I heard him say, "Honey, you're wasting your time. I haven't had an erection in years."

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

He smiled, "No. It feels wonderful but nothing else is going to happen."

I crawled up until my face was over his. "Then shut up and lie back and enjoy it." Before I kissed him and slid between his legs again. I cupped his balls with my hand, as I began to tease the tip of his cock with my tongue. For a few minutes, I lavished attention on his cock with my tongue. My reward was to hear him moan with pleasure. I moved up a little so that my breasts were wrapped around his cock while I licked the head of his cock. Then I slid down, pressing my breasts against his balls, as I slid his cock into my mouth. I took it all in until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock and it laid on my tongue. I took a deep breath and began to suck his cock hard. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft while I constantly sucked on his cock as hard as I could. When I was sliding his cock out of my mouth, I would squeeze his cock tightly with my hand. After about ten minutes, his cock became semi-hard.

How this development excited me. I continued what I was doing. He never got harder but after a few more minutes, I heard him call out my name as he shot cum into my mouth. I was so ecstatic, I nearly came again myself.

He put his hands under my arms and pulled me up the length of his body. My breasts were flattened against his chest, and he put his hands on my head and brought my mouth to his and kissed me deeply. When I looked into his eyes, I could see his excitement. I rolled off of him, but he held my body tight against him. He began kissing me, over and over again. At some point, we both drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long we slept but it was dark when I awoke.