After our second love-making session, it was not late but we agreed to go to bed. Elizabeth came out of the bathroom again in her huge white and shapeless nightie.
I protested, "I love your body and need to see it and touch it unfettered".
Elizabeth turned out the light and undressed and we lay side by side facing each other and caressing. My hardness started returning. She wanted to talk lovey-dovey romantic stuff for a while which I was happy to indulge. She was very contented having orgasmed three times in a week after decades of abstinence (or so she said) but she was also trying to rationalise and explain the age gap. I said that there was nothing to explain. I had always liked older women, the more voluptuous the better. If we over analysed things then we would spoil it.
She started kissing me again. I think that she was just very grateful and perhaps a little bit in love rather than aroused per se. She told me how wonderful I was and what a difference I had made to her life. This was getting a little heavy for me and I guided the subject back to lovemaking in general, what she liked being done to her and what she liked doing. I judged that actually she was used to rather passive lovemaking and that she did not know or could not articulate what she liked to do.
Elizabeth then proved me wrong in her actions if not her words. She raised herself on one arm and started to kiss my mouth, my shoulder and my chest. She moved to my belly and abdomen taking some time. By this time I was very hard. As she turned to face down I brought my left hand up and started to stroke her backside and between her legs. She took my cock and started to kiss and suck it. I asked her to move down and over so that she straddled me and were in a full 69 position.
Her aged vulva was right in front of me and I started licking, kissing and probing with my fingers. I raised my head slightly and put my nose in side her spreading her juices all over my face. I could hear her indistinctly as her fleshy thighs were all around me soundproofing me to some extent. I found her button again and started playing with it with my tongue. It was getting quite hard to breathe so I was a bit relieved when she quivered again and started orgasming. I lapped her up and the warmth and smell overpowered me and I came as she jerked me off some of it coming in her mouth which I think may have been a novel experience for her.
We cleaned up and got back into bed and kissed and cuddled before drifting off to sleep exhausted, my balls aching slightly.
I met her the next evening at 6. The concert was at 8 and we had agreed to go for a meal afterwards.
"I'm still getting dressed," she said leading me into the sitting room. Elizabeth was wearing a pleated grey/brown woolen skirt and a red loose woolen top covering her arms and neck and stockings (or were they tights again?). Smart but not very sexy I thought although I could see her full figure quite well.
I said, "You look fully dressed to me."
"Can't you guess what's missing?" she asked coquettishly.
It could only be one thing. I got down on my knees, lifted up her skirt and saw only her stockings and suspender belt and her naked bush. I put my whole head and shoulders up, grasped her buttocks with my hands and started kissing her there. I thrust forward my tongue and could hear her squealing although the sound was muffled. I came out and looked up at her. Elizabeth was shocked and thrilled. She laughed out loud. I reached up and unbuttoned the skirt and she stepped out of it. She sat back on the sofa and I shuffled forwards on my knees and continued cunt lapping, paying some attention to her upper thighs but mostly on the holy of holies. Perhaps because of the lack of foreplay she took a while to come but then did so suddenly, grabbing my head and forcing it in to her, grinding her hot, wet snatch against my nose, lips and tongue. Not giving her time to pause, I whipped my dripping dick out and shoved it in her but it glided in smoothly. I charged away and came in less time it had taken her.
We collapsed in each other arms, laughing and kissing.
For the next couple of weeks we met regularly. Our lovemaking reached a new level as we explored each others bodies. We became more confident and adventurous and also less hurried. Her dress modified from the slightly dowdy style when I first met her to more modern and elegant while still quite conservative – no short skirts or push up bras. She never looked like mutton dressed as lamb. We dined out, went to the cinema and of course to our regular concerts. Then we went back to her place and fucked each others brains out.
Then something happened that took us in a slightly different direction. Perhaps it was always going to go that way. I went along with the way things were going. I was not entirely comfortable with it but it filled some needs I had and perhaps would not have admitted to. You'll see what I mean.
I had arranged to go round Elizabeth's on a Saturday evening. The part of the city that she lived was notorious for the difficulty of parking and I could not get a place. So I had to leave my car about a quarter of a mile away and walk. It had started to drizzle as I got out but the heavens opened before I had gone about a third of the way and I was caught in a torrential downpour. I legged it to her house as fast as I could but I was soaking by time she opened the door. It was mid November and chilly with it.
"Oh! Do come in!" she said and led me inside.
Despite my bedraggled state I noticed that she was wearing a simple white blouse and a floral print cotton skirt that swished quite a bit around her calves. I took off my shoes so as not to spoil her carpet. Fortunately her flat was very warm and dry. Elizabeth rushed off to get some towels and when she returned I was dripping all over her living room floor. She was a little impatient because she liked everything in her house to be spick and span.
"You'll have to take off your wet things."
I was in a bit of a quandary and under other circumstances the prospect of undressing would have been quite a turn on but I felt as if I was not in control here. Having to be naked and choosing to be so are two very different things. Elizabeth was insistent though and fussed over me firmly but good naturedly and I was soon swathed in towels but with nothing on underneath - even my briefs were damp.
"I'll just pop these in the wash."
"That will take too long, just dry them."
"No, they've got mud on them and I'm not putting dirty clothes in my dryer!"
There were some small splashes of dirty water on my jeans as I had run to her house but the rest of my clothes were clean - I had only just put them on before driving over.
"I've run you a bath as well, we can't have you getting a chill," she said on her return
I protested that I'd just had a shower and that I would soon dry in her warm room.
"There's no point in taking any risks and besides I've already run it."
I gave in as it seemed absurd to dig my heels in but I think she liked being in charge a little. I wasn't sure that this was not going to be some game in which she could come in and soap my back. In principle this would be OK but I would prefer to be in control not her.
