She was sitting on the couch, me being close to her on her right. She was lovely in a pale yellow cocktail dress, slightly low cut with thin straps. She wore a pair of olive green pumps with stiletto heels on her bare, beautiful legs. At 69 years old she was a knockout.
It was the middle of the afternoon and we sat quietly in warm glow of fall sunlight. She seemed a little melancholy. I ventured to put my arm around her and rest my hand on her shoulder. Without saying a word she leaned in to me and put her head high on my chest and shoulder and closed her eyes. I instinctively brought my hand up and gently stroked her pretty, dark hair. My petting moved to include her temple and then her cheek. I had never kissed her. This was the first physical contact we had ever experienced. We began to slump into the pillows on the couch and I moved to kiss her forehead. As there was no resistance from her I moved my kisses down to the bridge of her nose and then to her closed eyelids and cheek. Her beautiful mouth was so close, I couldn't resist. I put my hand under her chin, lifted her head slightly and ever so gently kissed her full lips. Without being too eager she returned my kiss. It was a delicious slow kiss with our heads moving slightly so that our lips were in constant motion. As our kiss ended she opened her eyes, smiled and said in a whisper "I liked that."
Never had I heard sweeter words. I knew that she could be away until early evening. I was encouraged as she lifted her face again, inviting me to kiss her mouth a little more ardently. Our second kiss was much the same as the first but much longer. As we kissed we easily snuggled in to the pillows on the couch in almost full recline. Our bodies were perfectly molded one into the other. I felt the fullness of her right breast on my chest while her other breast stood proud and inviting under the delicate material of her dress. As I started to pull my mouth away from hers I felt her part her lips in an invitation to explore her with my tongue. It was absolute bliss. I extended my tongue ever so slightly and was instantly met be hers. It was soft, wet and warm. We used the wetness of our mouths to make our lips glide over each other's as we kissed ever deeper and deeper.
There was something about her that I hadn't experienced in a long time. She was so desirable, so willing and so obviously experienced in love. I felt that we had made an unspoken commitment now, so I carefully began to stroke her back with my right hand. I had a rush of excitement as I noticed through the thin fabric of her dress the lack of a bra strap. As we kissed I moved my hand down to the small of her back and massaged it with firm, tight circular strokes. I moved my hand down to the cheek of her butt where it made that beautiful ninety-degree turn into her leg. My petting met no resistance and I was eager to explore more of her body.
We broke our long wet kiss and as she looked intently into my eyes I moved my hand to her front, up her stomach and onto her waiting left breast. In only seconds I felt her nipple go very hard in response to my gentle stroking through the wonderfully thin material of her cocktail dress. I reached up and slid the spaghetti strap off her shoulder and down her lovely arm. As I reached under the dress to cup her breast in my hand she moved her body to accommodate my desire. The breast was free and I moved my mouth down and over it savoring the softness of the flesh and the hardness of the nipple.
I was greedy for her body. My left arm and hand were pinned uselessly behind her and I desperately wanted all my resources to fulfill my pleasure. I pulled my arm from under her, which caused her to lie flat on her back. As my hand moved over her face she seized upon my index finger with her mouth and used the wetness of her tongue to give me immense enjoyment. God this woman was sexy!
As I continued to work my tongue over her breast I moved my hand down her body to her left leg. She immediately brought her leg up into a right angle bend to give me access to her calf and foot. She had a fantastic pair of legs and she knew it. The stilettos caused that classic pure straight line down the front of the leg all the way to the toes. I used my fingertips to tickle the top of her foot and then moved up and around to the back of her lower leg where I lavished my attention on her calf.