The marriage of Jeanne and Don had happened only seven years ago, but as seniors, they had not forgotten the playfulness of young love as they "courted.". Both had been married before, one spouse developed ovarian cancer, the other had a terminal heart problem, so the excitement sexual passion had been placed on a back burner during those years as they cared for their failing spouses. Almost as if by some quirk, both lost their spouses exactly one month apart. During those long periods of stressful dedication to their spouses, Don and Jeanne had become re-acquainted following a class reunion where they exchanged stories of their spouses illnesses and what they were both going through. Tit was the first time they had actually seen each other since the summer after high school graduation when both went in different directions for college. The brief talk they had during the reunion was really more about their current lives and how difficult it was seeing a spouse in a terminal condition.
Those long dreadfully sad days following those losses, both had called the other to tell them of the death of their spouse, but neither could muster the effort to call after that, although both
had
often thought of each other in the months following. Jeanne was living in the Southwest U.S. and Don was in the Midwest-Great Lakes area, some 2,500 miles apart. But it is strange how things sometimes work out.
Being attractive individuals, both were eventually pulled into short term relationships, some even involving a bit of sexual exploration. For Don, the "casserole brigade" was soon out in force, and a number of women who considered him to be a great catch, literally tried to seduced him with food (among other things) in bold attempts to capture this eligible widower. At sixty, he was still handsome, charming and had a wonderful reputation in the eyes of women for wonderful and loving care he had provided for his late wife. Likewise, Jeanne, a striking blond, had no trouble attracting men, having had one even approach her at the funeral, suggesting she consider him for a date not too far down the road. He was immediately rebuffed for his poorly timed move, but as a woman with an above average sex drive and good looks, she was destined to become the object of attention of a number of men, both younger and older than she.
Don was approached by a number of women as the months went by. He was a charismatic master of seduction, but he decided to use a different technique, waiting for the woman to make the first move. In doing so, he marveled at the subtle approach they used to get "into his pants" and his plan never seemed to fail. Waiting until the third date, the woman always made her move, as if that had been a "proper waiting period." They all invited Don to dinner for that third date, and under the guise of "dessert" made their move. He began to wonder if they had all read the same book. Similarly, all of them made some sort of an initial statement before the first date, claiming they were NOT looking for sex and that he should understand they were NOT easy nor were they looking for a one night stand! He always responded that he had no expectations and just hoped to enjoy their company. So, having made no move before the third date, some began to wonder if he might possibly be gay. To that end, some decided to try a seduction approach to check his response. Ultimately, none of them were ever disappointed!
Often during conversation after dinner, the women would managed to steer the subject to sex .... having moved to the sofa with an after finner cordial .... a successful approach in most every case. Some used the casual "boob in the the arm approach" as if by accident, a couple began a well planned scenario of innocently stroking his leg and gradually working up toward "the junction!" The two who used that persuasion were not disappointed when they encountered a stiff and rising erection, already awaiting their maneuvering fingers, which usually happened in the middle of a well executed French kiss. When one of Don's hands sought out a breast, there was never any resistance and he knew that "dessert" was about to be served. He was always amused, that, once a woman decided "that night was the night," how determined she became to accomplish her goal.
In Jeanne's case, she found herself wanting "something" much sooner than she had expected. About five months after the funeral, she acquiesced to a couple of casual dates with an older friend and on the third one, he decided to make his move. They had returned from a lovely dinner where he had treated her to an expensive dinner with good wine and ample smooth talk, all of which she rather enjoyed. Neither were feeling any pain at the end of dinner. They were just feeling good and enjoying each other's company! They had made an early evening of it and were back at Jeanne's where she invited him in for a "9:30 night cap" ..... and so the stage was set. Jeanne loved to be kissed and soon they were locked in an passionate embrace in the den and George (age 72) was rapidly raising her blood pressure as their tongues dueled. On the to previous dates, she has received a polite kiss good night, but George had not gone any farther than that. Before she realized it, he was caressing a breast and, though surprised, she decided she didn't seem to mind that at all. In fact, it felt good to be wanted again! He eventually got around to undoing three buttons on the front of her blouse and without realizing it, he had pulled the blouse from her skirt. As the kissing continued, he worked the blouse up high enough up her back to reach the hooks on the back of her bra. Once unhooked, she felt his hands massaging her back as he hugged her to him. The sensation was wonderful and as they broke a long kiss for air, his hand slipped around her side until it had slipped under the cup of her loose bra and was caressing her breast. Almost immediately he felt a very erect and sensitive nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His lips soon followed.
It seemed like
forever
since Jeanne had felt that thrill of pure passion, that internal roar in her ears .... that undeniable horniness she was feeling at that moment, as his tongued teased and sucked on both her nipples. She totally surrendered to the pleasures of his touch as she thought back to her days in high school when she had that first experience of allowing her steady touch with her breasts for the first time. Now however, her urges to advance this passion, instinctively caused her hands moved to his belt and zipper and soon Jeanne had expertly exposed him to her cool, manipulating touch. His excitement was definitely a match for hers as he sought out her womanhood. She had rolled to her side on the sofa to be more accommodating, she was very aware of his hand as it move inside the elastic and of her slacks, inside the top of her pantyhose and down across her abdomen. She was experiencing for the first time in years that fluttering tremor in her stomach as his fingers continued on their journey. The shock of feeling his middle finger suddenly dipping and stroking it's way through her rapidly moistening pubic hairs, set off alarms and passion she could barely remember and she felt no desire to fight off his advances. They simply felt TOOOOO good! His erection, fiercely caught in her grip, was twisting and turning like a snake caught in a trap.... but he, too, was loving every twist and turn of it. She was, after all, a true expert!
Then, as if in slow motion, George released Jeanne long enough to allow her entire body shift and pivot on her hip, her face beginning a slow decent to the front of his unzipped trousers. Her hand still held his manhood, captured and stroking it up and down through her teasing fingers. It was at this point that he fully began to realize exactly where she was headed. His body twisted, too, to align his erect cock on a direct path to Jeanne's lips. Like those two attracting dogie magnets, their bodies were rapidly drawn together until her tongue slithered out, snake-like, searching until it made contact with the tip of his rigid cock. A slight smirk danced across her hidden face as she felt him respond to her flicking tongue. She was about to enjoy getting back into the swing of things! Her fist felt him flex and thrust in an attempt to bring it to her mouth. But she needed no encouragement .... she just wanted to tease it a bit first!
"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned. 'Suck it, Jeanne," he moaned, surprised at his own words, as she thought to herself, "Beg me, beg me a little first, George!!"
Unable to restrain herself any longer, her tongue lapped across the head of it before she finally engulfed the colorfully engorged head of his cock and slowly pushed head of it up and into her mouth. Her lips slowly slid down the first half of his throbbing cock as her tongue teased the sensitive underside as her mouth began some serious sucking. While her mouth slurped up over the end of it, her hand continued to jack off that portion that was still not buried in her mouth.
In the meantime, and almost with out her awareness, his hand had moved to push her slacks and pantyhose down and instinctively, she had raised her fanny to let him push them down beyond her knees. Turning on to her side and raising the knee of her top leg, his fingers had complete access to her smoldering pussy. His middle finger was once again buried deep inside her, curling back and up against her aroused G-spot while the pad of his thumb rotated on her hard and erect clit. She was easily guided her to her first thundering orgasm of the evening, the first of many that night! Agonizing moans were finally transitioned into muffled shrieks of passion followed by the flailing of her abdomen as a genuine orgasm exploded in her for the first time in more than two years. Most of her body remained levitated above the sofa for moments, her mouth now gasping, removed from his saliva covered cock, before she crash down to earth again with a magnificently "lung clearing" sigh that almost muted the words she spoke, "Oh, my gawd, George, did I ever need that."
She lay there limp for a couple of minutes before her hand began searching for his softened cock. When she found it, it quickly began to stiffened back to life and her mouth moved to capture it for more of her "world class sucking." George moved around until he was on his side and in a position where he cold thrust it easily into her sucking mouth. The sensations he was feeling were like nothing her had ever experienced, a combination of a wonderfully soft, wet and suctioning mouth. Gradually, he pulled her abdomen closer and eventually managed to wedge his face between her thighs as he sought her pussy with his tongue. The commonly referenced "69" was not among her favorite positions, but the playfulness of his tongue was driving her crazy as she attempted to get as much of his cock in her mouth as possible. With about a seven inches to work with, a majority of it fit.
This scenario continued without words for another ten or fifteen minutes when he heard garbled sounds emanating from Jeanne's still filled mouth, ...."Oh God, George, I have to have the real thing in there!"
