"Don't worry about it" the young blonde woman said as the older man rolled off her naked body muttering.
"Fuck it, I'm sorry Christina."
"Ian it doesn't matter, please don't beat yourself up. It's only a fuck."
They had been in bed for an hour or so. The fifty nine year old married man had made the twenty seven year old divorcee cum three times; once with his fingers as he undressed her standing behind her with his hands in her panties and twice with his mouth as he made awesome, well she thought it was, oral love to her.
It was when he tried to fuck her, though, that things went wrong. His hard on vanished.
Christina had been school friends with Jane, Ian's daughter. She had spent lots of time at Mister and Missus Roberts house and Ian had held some naughty thoughts for her, but had never done anything about them. It had been years since they or Christina and Jane, who now lived in New York, had seen each other.
Ian was a Regional Manager for a large leisure company that owned a number of health clubs, one of which Christina attended. He was due for retirement in a few month's time when they bumped into each other at the gym, had a chat, then a drink. Ian gave her a lift to the station a few times and then they had kissed in the car. Neither knew it then, but it was only a matter of time before they had sex. First in his car in a wood and then at his home when his wife, Phillipa was in Portugal playing golf with 'the girls' from the golf club .
That was the start. The beginning of an affair between a mature man and a younger woman.
After her divorce when Christina got the house in Essex as part of her settlement, she bought three apartments in the East End of London. Although they were not quite in Docklands and not quite in Shoreditch, which were the real boom areas, property prices in Mile End and Bow were rocketing It was a good time to buy for it was just before the British economy started to recover after the two thousand and nine crash.
Christina lived in each of the flats in turn as the usual one year leases finished. She preferred the Mile End flat and it was there where she had carried on a short fling with a guy of her age, Jack, who was part of a group that met at a pub and played darts on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. It was after those times that for a few weeks they would go to her flat and he would fuck her several times during the evening or afternoon. Meeting Ian and starting the affair with him had been bad news for Jack, for Christina wasn't able to cope with both. She couldn't handle being fucked three or four times on a Wednesday and most Sundays by Jack and having long, often three hour sessions with Ian who would only cum once, but would give her countless full and mini orgasms.
"Let me help" Christina said kissing Ian on the lips and taking hold of his hand. She placed that on her fairly small, but beautifully shaped and pert B cup breast. He squeezed it, both gratefully and lovingly, but felt bad about losing his erection.
Lying on her side with Ian on his back she ran her fingertips down his fairly hairy chest, past his waist, over the slight bulge of his middle age spread stomach and into the untidy curls of his pubic hairs.
Although she was a little disappointed that Ian had lost his erection, Christina, being a very 'glass half full' girl, looked forward to the challenge of getting him hard again, although never having been with an older guy before it was uncharted territory to her.
It had happened to Ian a few times with his wife, but he'd put that down to familiarity, her being overweight and too much drink. Worryingly, a few months ago just before he met Christina it had happened at a massage parlour and that had worried him, although he realised it was the sort of thing that happens at his age. He had made a mental note to get some Viagra or Ciallis, but couldn't face seeing his doctor, who was almost a family friend and explaining that he couldn't get it up. Up until now, nothing like it had happened with Christina and he had been able to get erections almost on demand and to keep them for ages. He had even cum twice one afternoon so the idea of taking something for his erectile malpractice had slipped from his mind. It came back though when she muttered.
"Why don't you get some Viagra or something?"
"I couldn't do that."
"Why not? Loads of blokes do" she went on lifting his limp cock with one hand and stroking that and his balls with the other.
"How do you know that?"
"They tell me and I have seen them take them."
"What young guys? Guys your age?"
"Yes, lots take it."
"You're putting me on."
"No I'm not. I swear on this," she smiled squeezing his dick. "Most of the cityboys do, it helps them when they have shoved coke up their nose all day and drunk vodka and champagne all evening, they need some help then."
"Well I'll be buggered I never knew that" Ian replied feeling some mild stirring in his balls and cock and feeling much better about possibly taking the pill. "Maybe I'll get some, you reckon it would help?"
"I'm sure that it would, it does for the druggies, but this should work just as well," Chrissy smiled bending forward, her blonde hair tumbling onto Ian's stomach. She lifted his slightly hardening cock and licked its nearly soft length. "Not sure whether this works as well at staying hard though," she smiled taking it into her mouth.
"Jesus Chrissy," Ian groaned as his fingers slid into his young mistress' straw blonde hair.
Christina was not that experienced at giving oral sex. It wasn't that she was averse to it and, in fact quite enjoyed providing such pleasure to a lover. It was just that her ex had never been keen and with the guys she had been with since her marriage break up there never seemed to be much time for that. They were usually in a hurry and were far more interested in sucking and fucking her than her him. Not that she lost much sleep over that!
Until recently Ian also had little experience of oral sex for his wife Philipa frowned upon such 'diversions!'
Christina let her natural female instincts take over sucking, licking, kissing and stroking Ian's cock and balls. Slowly, but very, very surely she could feel it hardening in her mouth; that was a great sensation.
"Oh yes, yes Chrissy, that's fantastic," Ian moaned gripping her hair more tightly as she sucked his cock and scratched that little patch between his balls and arsehole. He reached out for her again; he had to feel and touch her. Christina realised that and altered her position so he could get his hand between her legs, which she opened for him. He felt her warm wetness and slid his fingers along her soaked, slimy slit, revelling in the feelings on his fingers and sending shudders of sexual delight through the young woman.
At last he was hard. Christina took him out of her mouth and smiling at him said huskily. "Come on old man, you can fuck me now."
And that was exactly what he did; long, tenderly, creatively and in a maturely expert way so that their orgasms coincided perfectly
*
They didn't see each other that often and there was no commitment from either about not having sex with others. No, what they had was a sex with no strings relationship and that seemed to work for each of them. In effect they were what the Americans term 'fuckbuddies.'
It worked on one level for Ian for it provided him with another source of sex. He had very infrequent sex, not even once a month, with his wife Philipa. She seemed to have pretty much gone off it, well at least with him Ian often thought. He sometimes wondered if there was more to the 'girls at the golf club' than she let on to. He also visited a massage parlour where he had a preferred masseuse Sofi. He went there on average once a week and revelled in: being massaged by her, massaging the Latvian blonde, playing with her nice big tits and finishing off usually with a blow job. She let him kiss her and for the short time he was there, she was just like a lover, not a hooker.
Christina also gave something else to Ian, self-esteem. He felt amazingly proud of himself to have pulled the relatively young woman. He knew that he was a bit of an old fart and sometimes couldn't work out why she was with him, but he never took her for granted. She was a stunningly attractive, blue eyed blonde. Great legs, an even greater arse and small B cup, but wonderfully shaped youthfully firm breasts, with fantastically prominent nipples; she was a real head turner. Add onto that her habit of rarely wearing a bra, her strong sex drive and her very open views on sex, and on sexuality come to that and she really was a fantastic and highly desirable package.
At another level it didn't work as fuckbuddies. The more often he saw her, the more strongly he felt for her and he hoped against hope that he wasn't falling in love with her, although he suspected that he might be.
Christina's situation was quite different. She had always been attracted to older guys, but usually about ten years her senior, although at uni she had a fling with a lecturer fifteen years older than her, but nineteen and thirty four did not seem as 'distant as twenty seven and fifty nine did. That said, the idea of her having an affair with a guy thirty plus years her senior who was well old enough to be her father, and in fact was older that her father, would have been unthinkable if anyone had suggested it. Now though, having had a fair amount of sex with him, the idea was not at all unthinkable and to her was perfectly reasonable. Ok there were major differences in their likes and dislikes with stuff like music, books, politics and movies and going on dates was difficult, if they got to that stage. But when they were alone and sex was the only agenda item, age became irrelevant. In fact, Christina often thought that if she was able to cover his face, where his balding hair and wrinkles gave his age away, she wouldn't know from his body that he was so much older than her. It was with his sexual performance that Christina was enamoured. True, he couldn't fuck her several times in an evening; true, once he had fucked her or she'd made him a cum a 'second coming' was a rare event and true he couldn't keep an erection for the hours on end that some of her young lovers could. But he made love to her in a caring, sensitive, thoughtful, languid, experienced and mature way. He made her and her body the complete centre of attention. Her needs were paramount, her desires supreme. He hardly seemed to need to cum, and at times Christina felt he had gone home after they had made love for ages without cumming. Ejaculation almost seemed irrelevant to him. Being treated like this was totally alien to her. She was used to sex sessions where she was fucked several times and where the guy remained as good as hard for hours on end. It took her some time to adjust.
She knew that she wasn't falling in love with Ian, but she had no idea how she would get him out of her system when and if they parted.
*
