Most people get the idea that as you get older you lose interest in anything sexual. I'm over fifty and to most, considered dried up and done. BUT I am not done yet. My grown children drive me nuts because I giggle and flirt with guys of any age. My life may not impress the younger generation but to the older generation it may prove inspiring.
I was flirting with a real cutie, 49 and so handsome with sexy eyes that made me wet when he looked at me. I had to tell him I was older, but he didn't seem to mind. I always believed older women made better lovers, more experienced and more understanding. We arranged to meet for dinner and I told him to reserve a hotel room. Why not? I'm an adult and what I do is no one's business but my own.
I still get so hot looking at porn that I masturbate quite often and have quite a collection of sex toys that would shock anyone. No one believes that I still think about sex all the time. I got hot and trembling just thinking about meeting him for the first time. I took a sexy baby doll nightie with me and a few of my sex toys just in case he was into that sort of thing.
Dinner was fun and the walk along the river beautiful, but he had me so hot and agitated that what I really wanted was to get him alone. I held his hand as we walked up on the bridge to look at the water. I turned to face him and was surprised when he put his arms around me, his tongue licking my lips before he pushed it into my mouth, caressing my tongue with his. I molded myself against his hard body and felt him hard and throbbing against me. I moved slowly, my body teasing his.
When his hand cupped my breast, I shuddered and slipped my hands down to grab his ass pulling him tight against me. I loved making out in public, even though it was dark I realized we could be seen by anyone who walked past us and that heightened my excitement. With one hand still on my breast he slipped his hand down the back of my jeans, squeezing the cheek of my ass, and running his finger down the crack.