Fais Do Do

Fais do-do

This past Sunday, I decided to go to the local fairgrounds for a festival to benefit a local town. I showered and dressed in casual shorts and a "golf" shirt. It was a pretty day outside and I knew I would be outside all day so I dressed accordingly.

I was recently divorced after a 24-year marriage. I was out of the "dating scene" for way too long. Even if I had a flirting personality and I was only 53 years old, it was still a little awkward to be single again.

I arrived at the local fairgrounds and went to the covered pavilion where the band was playing. There was a large crowd, but there was plenty of dancing room. I immediately spotted an older lady that caught my attention. I usually notice a ladies hair first. I guess I feel that if they take the time to style their hair then they are usually someone who respects themselves and has good personal hygiene.

After noticing her hair, I took a quick look of the rest of her. She was about 5 feet tall and a little fluffy. She wore a little make up but she was not overly made up for a lady her age. I estimated she was in her mid to late 60's. She was very attractive for her age. I guess you can say she looked like the typical stereotyped Cajun grandmother.

She wore a pair of dark green slacks with a matching blouse and flats to match. Like I said earlier, she was a little fluffy meaning she was not skinny. I would describe her as a short, fluffy, healthy older lady.

As the band played our typical Swamp Pop genre, I watched as she mingled with another guest. Often, I would see her body moving to the music. I wanted to ask her to dance, but I was nervous to do so. A few times we accidently made eye contact and I would smile to let her know I acknowledged her. I was trying to build the courage to ask her to dance but each time I would start to make a move I would lose courage.

Finally, I decided now was the time. If I didn't make a move soon, I would lose the opportunity completely. I stood up and walked towards her. My plan was that if she moved or I lost my confidence I would continue walking to buy myself a beer.

Surprisingly, as I got near her, she noticed me and made eye contact. There was no turning back now. I introduced myself and asked if I could have the pleasure of this dance. She accepted my invitation and we walked to the dance floor.

Once we faced each other on the dance floor, she introduced herself as Barbara. She told me she had noticed I was looking at her and admitted she noticed me when I walked in. I confided to her that she caught my eye as I walked into the pavilion. I admitted I wanted to approach her but lost courage a few times. She said she was happy that I finally got the courage as she was curious of me also.

After the song was over, I walked her back to the area she was before the dance. We talked a while as the band played the next song. We were really having a nice conversation. Another song came on and it was a slower song so I politely said, Ms. Barbara, can I have this dance? Without hesitation she accepted and we walked to the dance floor again. As was faced each other, I put my right hand on her waist and my left hand in her right hand.

We continued talking as we danced. She told me that her friends called her Barb and she would like me to do the same. She also said I could drop the Ms. in front her name. We were getting along fine and I was really enjoying holding her. I did not want the song to end.

As the song ended and we began walking off the dance floor, the band started another song. I looked at Barb and asked if we could dance again. She smiled and said of course. So, we danced another song. In fact, we pretty much stayed on the dance floor the rest of the afternoon. Time passed by fast and I was not ready to let her go when the band announced its last song.

I told Barb we had been busy dancing and lost track of time. It was later than I anticipated staying and asked if she wanted to join me for dinner at a local restaurant. She responded with, sure let's make it a date.

Since we were both in separate vehicles, I asked her to meet me at the restaurant. Upon arriving, we walked in and were seated immediately. It did not seem like they were busy.

We ordered our meals and continued talking. We talked about what we had done in our lives.

I told her what I did for a living. I showed her pictures of the work I do that I had on my phone and she was impressed as most people are. We were so busy enjoying each other we hadn't noticed the waiter was already presenting our meals. I believe we talked more than we ate. She was such a pleasant conversationalist. She admitted that this was the most enjoyable day she has had in a very long time.

After we finished our meal, we continued talking. We weren't running out of conversation to say the least. She then said she didn't want to be too bold but she would like if I followed her home for more conversation. I did not have any other plans and nothing to do the next day so I accepted her invite. I asked if she wanted me to pick up anything on the way there. She said she had ice tea in the refrigerator and said she enjoys sitting on her back patio sipping tea. That sounded like a nice pleasant evening.

I followed her home. She lived in a nice neighborhood in a neighboring town. She had a nice modest home. It was well decorated like a typical grandmother's house.

As we walked through the house to the patio, I looked at the décor and found her taste to be interesting. The patio was nice and comfortable. We sat at a table and talked about everything from the weather to current events.

The time passed too quickly and 10:00 approached too soon. I apologized and said I better head home and let her get her rest. She didn't want the evening to end but she knew it had to. She asked me to give her a call when I got home so she would know I arrived safely. I was glad she did that so I had her number.

Driving home I felt like I was in a trance. I couldn't get Ms. Barbara off my mind. It was about a 20-minute ride and I honestly don't remember any of it. My mind just replayed the day's events. I had not planned on meeting anyone, especially such a lovely older lady.

I arrived to a home of darkness. I had not left any lights on because I had no idea, I would return so late. I hurried to call Ms. Barbara. I couldn't wait to hear her pleasant voice again. She had a very "small" voice, almost like a young child.

We talked for about 10 more minutes when I told her I better let her get to bed to rest. She asked me to please call her again. She insisted I could call her anytime. She even told me she also does text from her phone.

When I woke up the next morning I had Ms. Barbara on my mind again. I figured I would try to see if she would reply to a text so I sent her "Good Morning" on a text. Within seconds, I got a "Good Morning to you also" as a response. We exchanged a few texts and she asked if I could call her later in the afternoon. I agreed and said I was looking forward to it.

I waited until about 4:00 and I gave Ms. Barbara a call. She said she was glad I called and hoped she was not being too forward by asking me to call. I told her she was fine and guaranteed her I didn't have a problem with her asking anything of me. A couple minutes in our conversation she started saying something. I could tell she was a little nervous so I encouraged her to continue. She said she is usually not so forward but she asked if I would go visit her again. I told her I would really enjoy that. Since it was Sunday and I had a busy week at work approaching, we decided on the next Saturday evening. She told me she would like to cook dinner for me and then we could watch TV or just sit on the patio again. She asked me to be there about 4:30 so we could have a drink before dinner.

The next week dragged along as slow as it possibly could. Even if I was very busy at work, I still had Ms. Barbara on my mind. I could not help but wonder how this relationship would grow.

Every morning, she would send me a "Good Morning" text. I would reply back and sometimes we would exchange text later in the day. I did not want to seem too anxious to be with her in fears it might scare her away yet I wanted to stay attentive so she would know I was interested.

During that week, she mentioned a few times that she hoped she was not being too forward.

Finally, Saturday arrived. I spent the morning cutting my grass and doing some other little projects around the house. After lunch I relaxed a little in anticipation of my evening. Last thing I wanted to do was fall asleep watching TV with Ms. Barbara.

I arrived at her house right around 4:30 as she asked. She greeted me at the door with a big smile. She was dressed more casually this time. I had not mentioned to her before but I like a lady in a house dress and that was what she was wearing. She was more appealing than I remembered her to be. Her perfume filled my nose with a pleasant soft scent. I recognized it as Clinique by Estee Lauder. It is one of my favorite scents for a lady.

She ushered me into the kitchen/dining area. I watched as she walked in front of me. Her walk stride was very lady like. She was very much a lady. You might say she was upper-class and proper.

As we reached the kitchen area, she had me sit at the counter as she fixed us a glass of wine. We talked as she occasionally checked the oven for our dinner. Our conversation got a little more personal as we were feeling more comfortable with each other. I wouldn't dare ask her how old she was but I was curious. Later in conversation age came up. I was amazed that was she 74 years old. She looked younger for sure. Age was not important; it's only a number anyway.

We ate dinner and I helped her clean up and put things away. She is a very good cook. She made a stuffed chicken recipe with roasted potatoes. I really enjoyed the meal and the conversation also.

After we cleaned up, she asked if I wanted to go on the patio or sit in the living room. I left it up to her and she suggested the living room. We visited again and never ran out of things to talk about. The time passed so fast as 10:00 approached so quickly.

Once again, I told her I better get home. She asked if I would spend the day with her the next day. I asked if she was sure she wanted me around again so soon. She said she insisted. She walked me to the door. I gave her a hug and told her how much I appreciated her company.

I called her Ms. Barbara again and she quickly corrected me. Again, she asked me to please call her Barbara or Barb. I said OKAY and once again said good night. I reached in for a kiss and was glad she recognized the gesture and returned it. It was a short friendly kiss on the cheek but I figured it was a start. When I arrived home, I called her again to let her know I arrived safely.

It was a restless night. I couldn't get Barb off my mind. I was up at about 9:00am so I decided to send her a text telling her good morning. She quickly replied back. We exchanged a few texts then she surprised me and invited me to spend the day with her. She told me I can go over whenever I wanted. I told her I could take her out to eat and she insisted on making a picnic lunch for us on the patio. I told her I would shower and then head that way. She asked if it would be okay if she stayed in her house dress as she felt like just lounging all day. I told her that would be just fine. Then, I rushed to my shower and got dressed to spend the day with Barb. I was so excited she invited me to spend the day with her.

I arrived at Barb's house and she greeted me at the door as before. She was so pretty as usual. Her hair was perfectly styled and she had applied a little make up. Her house dress was a floral print and really looked nice on her. She wore some house sandals that showed off her pedicure. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on her sweet lips. She closed the door behind us and I attempted to kiss her again. This was just to get her reaction. I was pleased she kissed me on the lips again and this time was with a little passion.

I could tell she was blushing from the kiss and I assured her that I enjoyed it. She led me to the patio outside where she had a pitcher of tea and the radio was playing softly in the back ground. You can hear the birds' singing as it was a pretty spring day. We sat on the swing with my arm around her shoulders.

We were like two teenagers giggling and conversing. I wanted to kiss her again but didn't want to mess up the perfect atmosphere. Then, without really thinking about it, I reached in for a kiss. Our heads tilted and we kissed passionately. It was more than a few seconds but I was not timing it.

After, we both had smiles on our faces that soap could not remove. Several times during our conversation, I would kiss her again. It felt so natural kissing Barb. After a few passionate kisses and about an hour of conversation, my hand brushed her breast while kissing. Her breasts were larger than the average lady. At that point she suggested we go inside and watch TV.

I helped her pick up the tea and glasses from the patio and followed her into the kitchen. She freshened up our tea and I followed her into the den. We sat on the couch and turned on the TV. It really didn't matter what was on because we were enjoying each other enough not to worry about the TV. It would be on just for background noise.

Our conversation picked up where it left off from the patio. The kissing became more passionate and my hands roamed a little more with each kiss. The passion took over and I soon had her lying on the couch and I was kneeling on the floor. Her house dress was around her waist by now. I suggested we just remove the garment as it was just getting in the way. She agreed and I helped her to her feet to take it off. She then suggested we spend the rest of the day in the bedroom.

I followed her down the hall to the master bed room. She looked so lovely walking in front of me with only her beige colored bra and beige colored panty briefs on. She was carrying her house dress in hand. It was a beautiful sight seeing her walk-in front of me this way. I watched every move her matured body made. She had a couple little rolls of skin and was a little wrinkled in places. Nonetheless, she was a beautiful lady. I was not disappointed at all.

As we got to her bedroom, I removed my shirt. I tossed it on the chair on the left as we entered the room. This is where she laid her house dress so I figured it was good for my shirt too. Before she was able to turn and face me, I unfastened her bra. I took note of the tag on it and noticed it was a 42DD. As I unfastened her bra, the weight of her breasts pulled the bra to the front. She removed it and tossed it on the chair.

This was the first time I saw her bare breasts. She looked a little embarrassed standing there but I quickly assured her I thought she was beautiful. We embraced and kissed for a bit before I removed my shorts. We both were standing there with our bare minimums on. She stood there in her beige panties and I was in navy blue boxer briefs.

She removed the comforter from the queen size bed and we nestled in under the covers. The next 30 minutes or so was spent passionately kissing and talking. She told me that it had been 15 years since her husband passed away and at least 5 years before he passed that they had been intimate. She said it had been 20 years since a man saw her body and so much has changed with it since then.

I comforted her by letting her know I thought her body was a beautiful work of art. The whole time we kissed and talked I was fondling her beautiful breasts. They were a beautiful pair of natural breasts. Her nipples were small and light pink in color. I found them to be very appealing. They did grow a little with my touches.

After I thought she was getting more comfortable with me there, I moved my kisses to her nipples. I gently sucked her nipples as she let out soft sighs of pleasure. My hands were caressing her body as I sucked her breasts. Soon, we were both exploring each other's bodies.

I got out of bed and told her not to move. I removed my boxers then I removed her panties. I wanted to see her most prized possession. Her pubic area was lightly covered in thinning light-colored pubic hair. It wasn't shaved or trimmed, just naturally thinning with age. Again, I was not disappointed in what I was seeing.

I crawled back in bed but this time I positioned myself between her legs. I caressed her legs as I kissed my way to her inner thighs. When I got close to her vagina, she placed her hand over it to cover it.

Obviously, she was a little embarrassed I could safely assume she never received oral sex before. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable so I continued kissing her inner thighs and caressing her legs. I could feel her legs relaxing more and she then moved her hand and caressed my arms.

That's when I kissed her right on her outer lips of her vagina. She took a gasp of air as she was shocked. Without saying a word, I licked inside her lips and touched her clitoris with my tongue. She let out a sigh and I felt her body tremble slightly. Her aroma was intoxicating. I could easily get addicted to her scent. It was a perfect mixture of a fresh shower and a little natural lady scent.

I kissed and licked her most prized possession and the motions of her hips were becoming more prominent. The motions and sighs were uncontrolled as she neared her first orgasm. I could taste her sweet nectar and did not want to stop. Her reactions were more reflexes than anything.

Soon she was begging me to stop as she couldn't take the pressure any longer. She begged me to put my penis inside of her. Not wanting to disappoint my new lover, I made my way into position and rubbed the head of my penis at the opening of her vagina. As she was moaning with pleasure she begged please, please.

I gently pushed to penetrate her. She was very tight as it had been a very long time. I pushed in a little then I pulled out. I then pushed in a little more before pulling out again. I was being careful not to hurt her. I really wanted this to be special. Then I pushed in again, then pushed deeper and deeper until I was all the way inside of her.

By this time, she was well lubricated. I held it there a few seconds so she would get comfortable with it inside of her. Then I gently and slowly began the rhythmic pattern of going in and out. I wouldn't totally withdraw my penis but I would pull it out as far as I could without taking it completely out of her. The rhythm would naturally increase and the tension rose. Our breathing was becoming more rapid as her moans were becoming louder.

Without warning, Barb had a powerful orgasm. It seemed to last forever. At that point I couldn't hold back any longer. Experiencing her orgasm made me lose my load inside of her. The sound of her moans let me know she felt my sperm inside of her and it was a pleasure for her. I reduced my rhythm to a slow steady pulse until my erection was once again limp and it fell out of her vagina.

At that point I told her not to move and I got out of bed and went get a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom. I returned and gently wiped her vaginal area to clean all evidence. Once I felt she felt fresh again, I climbed back in bed to cuddle with my new lover.

We spent the next couple hours in each other's arms talking, kissing, fondling and just enjoying each other. She was such a lovely lady. I really enjoyed caressing her body. Her body was what you would expect of a matured lady. She was very pleasant to be with.

As the afternoon passed by, I wanted to make love to her again. She asked me to be patient as it had been many years since a man had penetrated her and she was a little sore. She told me as much as she enjoyed it; she needed a little time to heal now. She apologized and hoped it would not run me off. I promised her I fully understood and would have patience. I wanted to see her again. I was not sure how long we would last but I wanted as long as possible at this point.