I suppose being ninety one has its compensations. They are few, but they are there. First up must be that I am too old to die young, far too old! Second is.... Well that's an altogether harder question. My wife left me some years ago, not because she wanted to she, in the euphemism of today, passed away. Actually she just died, as shall we all sooner or later and I hate euphemisms.
Gradually I became less able to look after myself so I am now in this home. Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely place, the food's good, the company, them's is compos, is good but it's not like our little home. We had three kids, all grown now with families of their own, then we did the down size thing and had a lovely little bungalow on the south side of town. The views were great, the garden easy to manage but our bodies started to let us down.
So when she died, no she didn't pass on, she bloody died, I tried to cope and managed for a few years then I came here. So what am I whinging about? Not the comfort, that's great, not the heating, no problem there, not the freedom, I can come and go as I like. I hope I shan't shock you when I say, the thing I miss most is the sex.
I know what your thinking. Sex at ninety one? Well let me ask you, when you had your first sexual encounter did you think your parents still did it? No? Wrong they did. Did you think your grandparents still did it?. No? Well wrong again. Why do people always assume that sex only happens in their decade any just possibly In the next but definitely not in twenty years time? If you are sixty, I bet you didn't expect to have a sex life now when you were in your twenties!
OK so sex changes with age, we weren't fucking, no euphemisms here, not making love or getting it on, we both liked to talk about fucking, well we weren't fucking like rabbits, of course not, but we often went for a "rest" in the afternoon, took all our clothes off and held each other close. Sometimes we just dozed, sometimes it was far sexier and we would stroke each-other intimately until we were satisfied and fell asleep. I know you don't want to think about it but old people like sex too. So what I was missing, more than anything, was the closeness to another human being.
This is where it gets whacky! This bit is not for the faint hearted! I decided that the "til death do us part" bit had been fulfilled and I really missed the close human contact. So what did I do? I started to google. I googled "sex and the elderly" and was that a revelation?
There were sites covering all aspects and one area in particular attracted my attention, "service providers". That is how I found Amanda. Amanda is a wonderful girl, I call her a girl because, at fifty eight, she is younger than my daughter. Amanda takes care of my needs.. In her own words, Amanda is a prostitute. No, she doesn't call herself an escort or a masseuse, she's not a gentleman's companion or a care giver, no euphemisms again, she calls herself a prostitute.
That conjures up so many negative images that I just have to tell you more. She is a very sophisticated, lovely, caring woman who sells her time and best of all, she just loves sex. We are friends, we laugh and joke and so much more and she is rewarded for her time. There are no tight corsets, fish net stockings, embarrassed fumblings under the sheets or seedy overtones, we get on like very old friends.
Anyway, most human interaction is prostitution when you think about it. My employer wanted something from me, I sold it to him and, for as long as he paid, I kept providing. If he'd stopped paying, I would have stopped providing. Sounds like a perfect description of prostitution to me. Anyway she is proud of what she does and she does it very well indeed so prostitute it is, get over it.
Amanda is a wonderful girl. Nowadays she usually comes to my home about twice a month to see me. She is my "niece" because the home could never admit that we oldies have desires. So my "niece" visits about twice a month. We take tea in the lounge with friends, we chat about this that and not very much but all the while I know that very soon we shall be naked together in the same bed. I know, a ninety one year old and fifty eight year old naked in bed together! Outrageous or what? Why? Why do you young folk have a monopoly? After all if we hadn't done it you wouldn't even be here, so grow up!
I have decided to reveal more about my relationship with Amanda than is really necessary because you all need to understand that old people need affection too. Brace yourselves. Amanda usually finds some pretext as to why we need to go to my room.. Family photographs or something.
When we get there she usually undresses me slowly, very slowly. She strokes my skin and makes me feel good. Then she removes her clothes, again very slowly. For those of you having trouble getting excited about a fifty eight year old mother of three taking her clothes off just think of the age difference! As long as it's even legal, imagine the scenario with someone thirty three years your junior!
When she is naked she gets on the bed beside me. We usually start with a massage and, as long as I don't fall asleep, we cuddle up afterwards. Sometimes I massage her but I'm not very good at it. She usually makes me lie on my front and starts with my shoulders and back then moves to my ankles and legs. It's the anticipation that is so exciting, I know what's coming. She works on my thighs and my bum.
The first time I felt her fingers on my anus I was slightly shocked but the pleasure was exquisite as she rolled her forefinger round the hole and then just pressed it gently inside. This is the bit where my massage gets really exciting. I am asked to roll over and after my chest she will massage my cock and balls. This is really wonderful because, actually you don't need to know why, just try going without sexual contact for a couple of years and you'll know why.
So what? In your eyes all we have here is a middle aged lady masturbating an old man. Well it gets better! If I start to stiffen, and sometimes even if I don't, she slides down my thighs and takes me in her mouth. I hardly ever come in her mouth, but it feels great as she rolls my cock around with her tongue the sensations are terrific. If I get hard, well not hard as in really hard but more of a slight stiffening, she looks straight up into my eyes with a mischievous grin. It's just so very naughty, her generous tits resting on my balls and the suction on my cock.
