Lunch Part 3
Joe E Hartley
September 2022
Readers,
Part 2 of this story was a risk for me and several readers hated it, but there were also many of those who follow my work who liked it and a few asked me to continue. Since the votes of the haters count much higher than those who do like the story. I concluded that I had at least four people who loved the story for every one person who hated it.
I decided to honor those who asked for a part 3.
For those who hated part 2, this is more of the same.
This story deals with seniors, those over 65, having sex, if that is not your thing then this story is not for you.
Joeehartley
Susan headed home feeling empowered. She had never been a mistress before. She had always been on the receiving end of the flogger and knew what it felt like. She knew that when the sensation was allowed to build, the satisfaction was far greater. What was depicted in the porn videos was violence and pain. It crossed the pleasure/pain line for her.
Initially she got her mistress costume to look sexy, not to play the role of a mistress, but Bill seemed to like the idea and before she knew it, she was playing the role with a willing partner
She considered herself lucky to have found a man, like Bill, who could finally admit to what he liked. Some may call it submissive, but there was nothing about Bill that was submissive. Susan likewise learned that she enjoyed playing the role of a mistress, even though there was not much about her that anyone would call dominate. Bill denied his desire initially, but as they talked, he found he liked feeling the kiss of the flogger.
She had told him that she would enjoy alternating roles in their sex play. She too enjoyed the intimate feel of the flogger's tails against her sensitive skin.
Bill had never had orgasms before that even came close to what he experienced with Susan and her flogger. The pleasure he felt from the first blow of the flogger had surprised him and he wanted more. It wasn't until later after Susan left that his mind took over and told him that real men don't do this, no matter how good it felt.
It took a long conversation with Susan to help him realize that he'd been allowing his perception of what society dictated to hold him back from exploring what he might like as an individual. He was not a carbon copy of some made up caricature of what a man was, or wasn't. It took some time, but he finally realized that John Wayne wasn't real. He then regretted spending the majority of his life denying himself anything other than what the so-called real man would do.
Bill turned on his computer to research stories of men being spanked by women, to explore what turned him on and what was too far over the top, He knew he enjoyed the sting of the flogger when Susan used it on him, and even more so when she directed him to spread his legs.
The next day Bill got ready to meet Susan at the buffet just as Susan boarded her bus leading her to the same location. She had her bag filled with the toys she planned on using today. Both Bill and Susan tingled with a level of excitement, knowing that they had each met a person who might take them to a level of satisfaction they hadn't experienced in a while.
Bill arrived first, he knew he would, he'd been coming here for a quite a while and he knew what time the bus arrived. He chose his normal seat and went to fill his plate. Susan had just placed her ticket on the table they were to share when he returned.
"Hi Bill," she announced, "Let me get my plate and I'll be right back. I'm looking forward to today. Are you too?"
"That's all I could think about last night," he commented, "but we do need to wait until we get back to my place."
"True," she agreed. "We might get carried away if we start here and I don't want to be forced to explain why I was spanking your naked ass on the buffet line."
Bill laughed with her, but at the same time felt a warmth creeping up his body. His butt started to tingle. How could mere words get him all worked up?
They finished their meal and headed over to Bill's house. They walked together not touching for fear of starting their play time too soon. Their minds filled with ideas of what lay ahead, but they walked in silence. Luckily Bill lived close by and soon opened the door to his home.
Bill headed into the kitchen to pour wine for the two of them while Susan stepped into the bedroom with her bag.
Bill brought two glasses of wine into his living room and set them on the side tables by his couch. He felt that, if past history was a gauge, the coffee table needed to be free of anything breakable.
Susan stepped out of the bedroom and Bill's mouth dropped. He'd seen this outfit before, but it still turned him on.
She took the same pose she had when she first wore this for Bill with one foot resting on his coffee table and facing him. He saw, as he did that first day the same vision that had been a part of his nightly dreams ever since, of her wearing a black vinyl shelf bra displaying her erect nipples, a black vinyl garter belt holding up a pair of black net nylons encased in a pair of black vinyl boots. She wore no panties, but she did wear a sultry smile and held a black leather flogger.
Bill's pants grew tighter seeing her with that flogger. He had watched several videos last night of floggers in action, and looked forward to feeling it for real.
Susan felt herself getting wet as she watched Bill stare at her mostly exposed flesh. She shifted her stance so that her legs were more open to his gaze.
"Strip,' She demanded.
Bill quickly followed the instruction given and stood in front of this erotic vision, with his cock standing at attention, awaiting her next instructions.
Susan's mouth watered seeing the naked cock ready for her, but knew she had to remain in control, at least for this part of the game, "Lick me," she instructed.
Bill dropped to his knees and pushed his face between her thighs.