I suppose this had to happen at some point. I am, after all, thirty-six years older than Alex and even though our sex is the most incredibly passionate and erotically charged experience ever for both of us, I really could not see a long-term plan for us. I'm sixty. When Alex is forty and in the prime of his virility, I will be closing on eighty. I shudder when I even think of it. Even as a lifetime athlete and with fitness levels putting me in the top one per cent of female bodies, I am not going to be desirable to a man at his sexual pinnacle.
Alex really does love me; I absolutely know that he does. I love him too. I know we have skirted around it, but frankly if he wants to have a family with children, well it's now impossible for it to be with me. However, I dress it up, this beautiful flame will extinguish, and it will be for me that it must surely hurt the most.
My friends can't believe that I am dating a gorgeous, sexy young man. Well, maybe they can, given that I do actually have a toned and lithe body, and I'm told I could easily pass for forty. My hair is grey, but it is long and I love it when my hair is down. Alex loves me to spread it over his body and I know he really does not see the age difference as an issue. They are very encouraging and whilst I tell them very little detail, they can see by the way we are together, that the love is strong in our relationship.
Alex's friends like me, I know that is true. Not one of them has ever said anything to him, and he is always keen for me to come out with them all, whenever he is around. I'm one of them, and whilst some of the references and stories are alien to me, there is enough conversation to make every date with them a lovely, energising experience.
No, the circumstance I dreaded the most happened during one of the happiest weeks of my life since retirement from dancing and running.
Alex had asked me to go on holiday with him. A week in the sun sounded simply perfect. He asked me at the end of a lovely weekend of lovemaking and dinner at my favourite haunt in Central London. Actually, not far from where me first met in the coffee shop.
"Helen, I have a surprise for you?"
"Oh, Alex! I do love surprises. Go on, don't leave me in suspense!"
"Well, do you fancy a week in Spain? I'm thinking sunbed, pool, cocktail bars and you in a bikini. What do you think?"
"Wow, now hang on, let me think. Difficult decision. Can I be out of the bikini as well?"
"God Helen, you can send me crazy with one word! Well of course. I'm hoping there will be lots of opportunity not to wear a bikini."
"Well, let's go have some fun then."
So, three weeks later we find ourselves in Spain. Yes, I am very happy to be here and yes, along the way we have had one or two sideways glances, and one or two people asking themselves why that nice young man is squeezing his mother's bottom.
The second morning was blissful. The weather was perfect. A slight breeze coming into our room from the balcony and the scent of Spring flowers drew me to the window. I unwound myself from Alex's gorgeous body, got out of bed and stepped towards the window. I slipped off the little camisole top that I was wearing to sleep in, so that I was now completely naked. I knew that the balcony gave no view to anyone, as our apartment looked out directly over the sea, and a small wall obscured the view from the beach.
I leaned against the balcony wall, enjoying being nude in the open air. The breeze curled between my legs and I could feel the sensation of movement over my bottom. I stood there for some time, enjoying the view and the morning silence. It was then that I felt the delicious sensation of my beautiful man's hands resting gently around my waist and the thrill of his gentle kiss on my neck.
As he kissed me, his hands stroked my body and caressed me lovingly. His hands gently moved up to my bare boobs and he cupped them at first, then rolled his fingers over my tiny nipples and circled around them, tracing their shape. In a gentle whisper in my ear, came my lover's voice.
"Good morning my darling. You are sensational naked. I love this perfect body and these gorgeous boobs. I'm an addict for your beauty."
He gently squeezed my breasts, slipping my nipples between his fingers as he kissed my neck and back. I felt his naked body behind me, he gorgeous cock gently brushing my bottom.
His hands now explored my waist and around to my stomach, drawing me to him. Both hands slipped along my hips and he gently caressed my thighs. He very slowly tilted me forwards and kissed down my back. I could feel his body next to me, his chest on my back and his legs against mine. He was kissing me softly and his hands had the most delicious firmness. He was simply the most beautiful man I had ever known.
As he reached my spine, he knelt down behind me. His hands brushed over my bottom and he squeezed my cheeks and gently eased them apart.
"You have the most incredible bum, Helen. God you are so sexy."
As he eased apart my bottom, I could feel both the breeze and the warmth of his breath on me. Even now, the sensation is incredible and as I am quite sensitive, it still sends electric sparks through my body. And of course Alex knows that.
His lips kissed my cheeks and then with a soft tongue he moved deeper between my legs, to find my anus and lick every bit of it with love and increasing passion. His tongue circled me, licking and tasting my asshole and then with a firm movement, his tongue pushed inside, exploring his lover's body. I spread my legs a little more, I wanted him deeper and his hands had now spread me quite wide. I was helpless now against the wall, with Alex's tongue buried in my asshole. He was licking me with eager passion and it was all I could do to not shout out with the pleasure it was giving me.
My hands held my bottom open for him. My cheeks are firm and small, and so with my legs spread, he can easily reach deep into me. His hands moved down my legs with gentle strokes and then he held my bare feet. He stroked my soles, one then the other, and ran his fingers around and over my toes. I was lost in his touch. I could feel his tongue pressed deep and I think he was able to feel all my muscles ease for his lovemaking.
His hands explored my feet, the tickling sensation was making me deeply aroused. I could sense my vagina was already wide awake and wanting some attention and right now, I craved for his huge cock to be somewhere in my body, and I really did not mind where.
But Alex was a wonderful lover. He adored my body, he told me often how he loved my shape, my breasts and even my grey hair. He kissed and licked me deeply and I was so wet from anticipation. I felt one hand move from my feet and along my legs to my bottom. He pulled me closer on to his mouth and his hand moved across my stomach and then down between my legs.
He circled my pussy lips, his fingers now wet from my anticipation. He gently eased them apart and began to explore my burning hot vagina. First, he slipped one finger gently inside me and one across my aching clitoris. I was so turned on; I know I cried out when he touched me. He gently moved inside me and then he drew out his finger, to lick my juice from his fingers.
He sighed in pleasure as he tasted me. I sighed as I felt him do it. I had a muscular, sexy, twenty-four-year-old man eagerly tasting my sixty-year-old vagina.
He placed his fingers back on to my willing and wet little cunt and slowly slipped three fingers deeper into me. I was now incredibly aroused and I really wanted to fuck him here and now. He slid his fingers in and then out of me, sometimes taking his fingers out to lick them clean and drink more of my now free-flowing juice. Alex was enjoying the taste of my vagina and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to taste his gorgeous cock.
I felt him gently turning me around, so that he was now able to run his lovely mouth over my soaking wet cunt. I keep it trimmed, sometimes clean shaved, but Alex likes me to have a little hair, and so I do that just for him. I have some grey hairs down there. I had imagined that Alex would have been put off, but the exact opposite is true. In fact, he likes to come on my pussy, just to see his sperm all over it.
He now buried his mouth into my vagina and passionately licked my clitoris, which was rock hard on his tongue. I threw my head back in pleasure, shouting loudly and screaming his name. My hands involuntarily pushed his head on to me, my body slowly wrapping itself around him. My legs twisted around his arms as he held me tightly on to his mouth. I could hear the sounds of my vagina, wet and sticky against his mouth. I wanted him to enjoy my long legs, my thighs and my aching cunt pressed hard against his lips. I love that Alex enjoys my vagina so much. I had very little experience of receiving oral sex before I met him, and having him tell me how sexy I am, makes me want to come for him.
"Fuck Helen, your cunt tastes gorgeous. It is so sweet and slippery."
He pulled me deep on to his mouth. His tongue darting in and out of me, circling my clitoris and then licking it over and over, faster and faster. I felt him swallow my juice and sigh as he did so. My young lover was smeared in my juice as I had a shattering orgasm out there on the balcony, my legs wrapped around my young lover, his mouth deep in my cunt, drinking my juice and licking my willing pussy. I sighed heavily for some time after coming, my breath was shallow and fast, somehow this orgasm was something quite different. The sun, being outdoors, on holiday. All of it.
