But when I did start to reply to her question, her lips were pressing on mine and I was immersed in the most wonderful of delving wet French kisses most enjoyed.
Instinctively I could not hold back any longer and there I was, in my mind with Millie again, my fumbling fingers finding her beneath that silk floral skirt, that feeling so good, the succulent warmth of her moist pussy doing everything for my libido and a lot more too.
As if faith knew my disposition she whispered; "you see it is never too late to enjoy the pleasures shared between a man and woman" - that she had tried so many times to attract my attention, and that is why she felt she had to go for it, that she adored me, thought I was the most attractive guy she had seen in a long time, and longed to share some quality time with me, no strings attached, and that is what I wanted.
I felt quite honored, Faith saying that to me, but was I taking too much for granted?, I suddenly felt quite shocked at what my sexual fervor had tempted me do and promptly took my hand away from beneath her skirt.
But do you know something? She would have none of that, and promptly grabbed my wrist and retuned my hand to the place it was, then, eyes closed she moved her hips slowly and wonderfully as I squeezed her, toyed with her there, moving my hand beneath and behind her to enjoy those lovely firm curves and she loved it, she moaned and moaned and then I felt the absolute thrill and joy of her response when the ache I had below was being tended to with such grace and precision, her hand squeezing and molding me over my trousers - I was in a complete reverie.
It was like a fever, I took in her scent, her perfume, the scent of woman - something I'd missed so much - I realised then.
"Want to come back to my flat, Alex?" she asked in such a matter of fact way, in a very sure down to earth way so that I knew exactly what she meant and what she wanted.
I nodded to the affirmative (as if I wouldn't!) - she said that if I didn't mind she'd go first and I could follow in five minutes , just in case prying eyes were looking.
She was prudent too, which suited fine and there was something about watching her walk off, I was looking at her on a way like never before, she was really something and my carnal vibes were reeling very deep and enticing sexual thoughts, that soon I would be inside her skirt again and seeking the gem of woman's mystery.
I don't think I quite waited for the five minutes, more like three when she left me at the greenhouse door, whispering she would get me a coffee after because she thought I wouldn't want one before!
It was so cosy in her bedroom. She'd decorated it all in burgundy and even the bed linen matched, a woman's touch - then I wanted her touch in more ways than one! I sat on the bed like she asked me too, feeling the bulge throbbing inside my pants.
"I think we need to remedy that and pretty darned quick," she said chuckling like a teenager - and before I knew it her hands were busy delightfully undoing my shirt, my trouser zip and all. I had forgotten the last time I was with a woman naked but it was a very magical experience, she seemed delighted enough when she saw my all and wasn't slow to go down on her knees beside the bed and , after some wonderfully gentle and teasing massage, she took me into her mouth like a wild thing, it was easy to see she was so hungry for it.
I'd ripped her skirt off, to see what was beneath, her wondrous charms so tempting just waiting to be caressed. For a woman her age she was so wonderfully unwrinkled and soft .We both worked ourselves up into a sexual frenzy and got up onto the bed each knowing what the other wanted and taking the sixty nine position, I did what I had fantasised to do with a woman for so long - pushed my face between her gorgeous thighs, wanting her to smother me with her beautifully primed pink wet pussy, I was in my element then feeling her deep suck of me as I sucked her, discovering her wants, her secrets as she spurred me on. Holding each other so tight, tasting her and so enjoying the need of woman again, it wasn't long before we could bear it no longer, we wanted the waterloo to gratify our sexual encounter, and like it had all happened before several times, I was deep thrusting inside her, no holds barred and we were as one, enjoying the absolute ecstasy of each other's deep fuck.
And I knew we would be sharing so many more, and I was alive again, so anyone who tells you, you are done for after sixty five refer them to me, I surprise myself every morning now with a very sound hard-on just waiting for Faith.
