Finding Love Again 2

I had been walking in the neighbourhood for many years, and I had seen her many times over those years, we'd greeted each other passing by, a friendly smile but never more until the day I stopped her and asked her if we could walk together. She said "yes", and we did.

We did more than just walked together that morning. We ended up at her place drinking coffee and chatting while sitting close to each other on the couch. I found out a lot about her. I learnt that her two children had moved out a few years ago, and her husband had passed away about the same time. Since then, she lived on her own and walked every morning. She loved walking just as much as I did.

"I should be going, I have taken up a lot of your time already," I said finishing my now cold coffee.

"Nonsense, if you are not busy then stay. It's nice to have someone here to share a coffee and chat."

"I have nothing on, really. If you want me, I'll stay."

"Just give me five minutes to get out of these clothes. I only wear them for walks."

"Sure, take all the time you need."

"Thank you," she said and leant over to kiss me on the cheek, then left me on my own.

The kiss, her warm lips brought out sensations I had not felt for years, and I touched my cheek where she'd kissed me. It took her more than five minutes to get changed, more like twenty, but I did not mind at all. I killed the time reading the news on my phone.

"Sorry for that, it took me a bit longer, but I hope you'll appreciate it," she said entering the room.

I looked up and there she was, her silver hair freely flowing onto her shoulders, and the ponytail was gone. Her sweater and leggings were replaced by a tight dress showing off her fabulous curves. She was wearing beige nylons on her legs and black mules on her feet.

"Wow! You're gorgeous," I said taking her beauty in.

"Thank you."

I could see a slight blush on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. She sat next to me and put her hands on mine.

"I love when a man appreciates me and takes note of my efforts."

"You are beautiful."

"Thank you," she said squeezing my hand.

"I would love to take pictures of you."

"Really! Now?"

"Yes, I always have my camera in my bag."

"I don't know, I am just an old lady, not a young model."

"A beautiful lady, a beautiful woman. Just let me take a few shots and I'll show you what I see."

"Well, okay I guess."

I kissed her on the cheek and got my camera.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Just stay there as you are, I will take a couple of headshots, I just need a bit more light."

I adjusted the curtains and took a dozen or so shots of her face. I sat next to her, and we looked at the pictures together.

"They are really good, I like the way you captured me."

"You are very beautiful, and the camera likes you. Maybe a couple more?"

"Okay, just tell me how you want me."

I did guide her through a couple of more shots. She was a natural.

"That's it for now, the battery has died, and I don't have a spare one on me."

"Awwww, just when I started to get the hang of it. I like being your model. It's so much fun."

"I will make sure next time I have the battery fully charged."

"I would like to pose for you again."

"I cannot show you the pictures now. You do have a computer, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, I have a laptop."

"Good. I edit the best ones, and I'll put them on a USB for you."

"I cannot wait to see them."

"I better go now. Will I see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, you will."

I put my camera away, got my jacket and walked towards the door.

"See you in the morning then," I said turning back from the door.

"Wait," she said walking to me. She softly kissed my lips, her small hands on my chest.

"See you in the morning," she whispered.

I put my arms around her and kissed her lips, a soft lingering kiss. She did not pull away. I parted my lips as she did hers, and our tongues met the very first time. We kissed passionately, her arms now around my neck. Time stood still while our lips melted into each other, and our tongues danced together. She pulled away, and I left with an extra spring in my steps.

The next morning I was waiting for her where we usually crossed paths during our walks. I saw her coming. We softly kissed on the lips and had a lovely walk in the fresh morning air ending up at her place again.

"I hope your battery is fully charged," she said as she put the coffee cups on the table.

"Yes, they are. I brought a spare one, too."

"Oh, good! Let me change, then you can take pictures of me if you want to," she said kissing me on the lips and living me with my coffee.

"She hasn't even touched her cup, she is keen to be photographed," I thought.

I unpacked the camera, adjusted the curtains for better light and waited for her while sipping my coffee.

"I am ready," I heard her voice.

"Follow my voice and come to me, bring your camera, too."

I did and entering the room I realised it was her bedroom. She was lying on her side on top of the white bed sheets. Her head was propped up by her hand. Her hair was freely flowing, she was wearing a sheer black lace baby doll, black stockings held up with suspenders and her black mules.

"You are so sexy, Baby. You don't mind if I call you Baby, do you?"

"No, not at all. You can call me anything you like."

"Sexy slut?" I said with a cheeky smile.

"If you like that, sure," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"No one has ever called me a slut before, but I like the way you say sexy slut."

"Sexy slut," I repeated the words thoughtfully.

She smiled seductively and I felt the familiar stir in my groin. I put the camera to my eye and fired off a couple of shots.

"You are so gorgeous, just stay the way you are. I will take a couple of pictures from different angles."

"Fire off, Babe. You don't mind me calling you Babe, do you?"

"You can call me anything you like."

"Okay, let's change pose now. Just do whatever you want, and I'll keep taking pictures of you," I said, and she did, she did pose on the bed, at the window, at her dressing table and on the bed again.

"Put your camera down and come sit here," she said patting the edge of the bed.

I put the camera on her dressing table and did what she said. She scooted up next to me, her arms around my neck softly kissing my neck and ear.

"I am so turned on, would you fuck an old lady like me?" she whispered into my ear.

"Any time, you sexy slut," I said pulling her into my arms and kissing her lips. Our tongues met and we kissed with passion and urgency.

"Take your clothes off, Babe. Let me see you."

"Sure, a little striptease for the lady," I said grinning.

I stood back from the bed and slowly removed my clothes. She was watching me with lust in her eyes, and when my semi-erect cock sprung free from my jocks she said: "nice, I want that."

I walked to the bed and pushed her onto her back lying on top of her, pinning her down. I kissed her face, her neck, her ears, and finally her lips, our tongues met in a fiery exchange. I felt her legs around my body, her nylons rubbing on my skin, the final push to a fully erect cock between our bodies. I ground my shaft against her pussy.

"I want to suck your cock, Babe. I haven't sucked one for so long, I don't even remember how."

I rolled off her onto my back, she kissed her way to my cock and licked and sucked it as I had never been before. Her small hand wrapped around my shaft and pulled the skin back then she licked the underside of the head. Her tongue swirled around it before sucking the head into her mouth. Her tongue provided a velvety cushion for my shaft, and it felt heavenly. She kept repeating this until she took all of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. At that point, she held my balls in her hand and squeezed them. I could see a bulge on her neck as my cock stretched her throat from the inside.

"Oh, you sexy slut, I love what you do to me, to my cock."

It did not feel like she was out of practice at all. I guessed sucking a cock was like riding a bike, one never forgot how to.

"I want to fuck you," I moaned, I so wanted my cock in her pussy.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me from behind, fuck me like a dog."

"You like to be a bitch for your man, don't you?"

"Yes, fuck this bitch, fuck my hungry cunt."

I got behind her as she was now on her hands and knees.

"Stop teasing my cunt, I want that cock in me stretching my pussy, my hole."

I had been rubbing my cock head on her dripping cunt till she said that. Driving my cock into her fuck hole she screamed.

"Yes, fuck this bitch you horny dog."

I held onto her waist and fucked her hard and long, well not very long as I could not hold back much longer. Her dirty talk drove me wild. She gripped and squeezed my cock with her cunt.

"I am about to cum," I groaned.

"Me, too. Fuuuuck meeee!"

She shook and squealed as she came on my cock. Her body was trembling as little aftershocks ripped through her.

"Breed this bitch, you horny dog, breed meeeee!"

"I will... I am... I am cumming."

My body tensed up, my cock as deep as it could go in her fuck hole. I filled her cunt, and her belly with my cum. We collapsed on the bed in each other's arms, softly kissing and nibbling each other.

"I loved your dirty talk, it was such a turn-on," I said between soft kisses.

"I have never talked like that before. I am a bit embarrassed."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, I loved it."

"I don't know where it came from, but it was a turn-on for me, too."

"I hope there is more where it came from."

"We'll see," she said sliding her tongue into my mouth.

We stayed in bed for a while then she suggested she was going to make some lunch.

I got out of bed and started to put my clothes on, but she stopped me.

"Stay naked, Babe. I love my man naked around the house," she said smiling sweetly.

I looked at her and threw my jocks back with the rest of my clothes.

"If we are at it, I love to see my woman in stockings and heels, especially in mules like the one you have on."

"You will not be disappointed then, I am a stockings and heels girl."

We made our way to the kitchen, and I helped her prepare a meal, we touched and kissed each other at every opportunity. I watched her, she was a very sexy woman. I loved her style, the fact she wore nylons and heels. After the meal, we sat on the couch and for the next few hours we chatted, kissed and fondled each other. When it was time for me to go, she put her arms around my neck, our lips melted into each other, and we kissed for a long time.

"Thank you for waking up the woman in me."

I kissed her softly.

"I haven't felt this good for a very long time. Thank you, Baby," I said and kissed her again before leaving.

I left feeling young and happy as the door closed behind me.