Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
This time I decided to allow my latest protagonist to tell the story of how she re-ignited her sex-life at the age of sixty six. Without further ado I give you Michelle Dee.
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A few months ago I was in bed on a Friday evening scrolling through my timeline on the popular new social media site named GossipBook when I saw a post from someone named Ron wishing me a happy retirement. The name seemed familiar but I couldn't place it right away. I didn't want to be rude, so I decided to respond to his post writing, "Thank you so much."
He replied almost instantly and was quite complimentary, writing, "I miss seeing that beautiful smile you always had on your face when I used to stop by your office."
I quickly invited him into my DM so that everyone wouldn't know my business and wrote, "With whom am I speaking?"
"I'm the guy that used to service the copiers at your work about ten years ago," he replied.
As soon as he told me who he was I remembered that there had been sexual energy between us, but we were married to other people at the time...and even if we'd been single I felt like I was way too old for him.
"Hi Ron," I wrote, "How have you been?"
"I'm doing good, thanks for asking," he responded.
"How is your wife?" I asked, hoping to discourage him from hitting on me if that was what he had in mind.
"I'm single now," he replied lightheartedly.
In a later conversation he told me that he couldn't bring himself to discuss the details of his situation at the time so he wrote, "How are things with your husband?"
I assumed he meant that he was divorced, so I wrote, "I'm divorced too, welcome to the club."
He responded writing, "Okay, so what do you do for fun now that you have all your time to yourself?"
"Whatever I want," I wrote then added "lol".
Ron replied with an "lol" too before writing, "Its been a long time, I'd like to see you again, you know, face to face, if that's alright with you."
The awkwardness I felt a few minutes earlier came back and I could only manage to write, "I don't know, I'm awfully busy most of the time, but thank you so much for your well-wishes."
I'd always discouraged his advances, but he didn't miss that I didn't flat-out tell him no, so he wrote, "I'll be in touch."
After writing, "Talk to you later," I then did exactly what you'd expect me to do; yep, I went to his GossipBook page to check him out.
He didn't have a lot of personal content there, but then neither did I on mine. The good news was, there was a picture of him that had been taken since I'd last seen him. It showed a handsome older version of the man I'd secretly lusted for. Looking at his picture caused my clit to thicken and my pussy moistened. If I were honest with myself I'd have to own that I'd always wanted to fuck him, but even though we were now both single our age gap still felt too big for me.
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Ron told me later that he actually hadn't thought about me for years prior to seeing my name on GossipBook a few days ago, when I commented on a mutual friend's timeline. He then checked out the pictures of me on my page. I'd aged, but I'd done so gracefully since the last time he saw me. I'd never been pretty in the classic sense but I was always classy.
That being said, I was more than surprised when he later admitted to me that my looks weren't particularly important to him anyway; the thing that had attracted him to me was my resemblance to his mother.
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In the weeks that followed our initial conversation on GossipBook I kept him at arm's length and frequently reminded him of our age difference, but he kept coming back into my DM. Part of me was saying there just couldn't be anything between us, but another part was flattered by attention from a much younger man. I finally accepted his invitation to lunch so I could see him face to face and make a decision once and for all time.
We met at noon for lunch at A Quaint Lil Bistro where we talked about our lives, and he poured out the thoughts and feelings about me that I've mentioned. To my surprise we connected in a way we hadn't done through messaging each other. Before I knew it three hours had passed and I was enjoying his company so much until I didn't want our visit to end.
When he walked me to my car I invited him to sit and talk for a few minutes before leaving the restaurant parking lot. It must have been obvious what I wanted because as soon as we were inside he leaned over from the passenger seat and kissed me. I held my lips together for a couple of seconds as his tongue pressed against them so he'd have to persist. He did and I gave in, allowing his tongue to plunge into my mouth with force and passion, and after a couple of seconds I began to suck on it.
However he abruptly took his tongue back into his mouth causing the kiss to be broken sooner than I wanted, so I grasped his face in my hands and attacked his mouth with mine and threw a yard of tongue down his throat. I suspect that my kiss caused his dick to stiffen and is hardon must have taken control of his thoughts and actions because he went all in. We sucked each other's tongue and the kiss was wet and sloppy just the way I like them.
We went at it like teenagers for a couple of minutes. I was moaning softly into his mouth as he kneaded my breast; all the while holding him by his wrist to keep his hand from going underneath my clothes. I hadn't been with a man for a long time, and he was young and good looking...and I ended up having a small orgasm from our foreplay. I broke our lip-lock afterwards, then opened my eyes before trying to regain my dignity by saying, "We shouldn't have done that."
Ron mumbled an 'I'm sorry'. I immediately noticed the change in his expression; his sudden long face meant something was wrong. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing really," he tried to lie.
"Don't lie to me," I said."
Ron could only muster a half smile as he said, "You're right, we shouldn't have done that. It just doesn't feel like the right thing to do."
He'd previously told me the basics circumstances of his wife's passing, so I recognized his dilemma immediately. He'd thought of his late wife and it caused a pang of guilt to grip his balls. "Ron, I have a sense of what you're going through," I said in a serious yet sympathetic tone. "I grieved for the loss of my husband even though I'd wanted our marriage to end, and I know dealing with your wife's passing has to have been so much tougher on you. But here's the good news, you can get through it and come out the other side like I did."
Ron looked at me with eyes glistening with tears that he was bearly holding back. I looked into his eyes for a long moment before deciding to try a different tactic. I reached for the large bulge between his legs, then grasped his still semi hard dick and looked deeply into his eyes. Even though I wanted to take it out of his pants and jack him off I said, "You're still alive; you owe it to your wife to move forward with your life and be happy."
We left it there for the time being.
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We didn't message each other or talk for the next few days but I fell asleep every night with him on my mind, and when I woke up in the mornings I was filled with sexual thoughts of him. I hadn't felt that way since I was a young single woman. I'd been adventurous back then but I married a man for love, even though I knew that he was vanilla during sex. He was a good man and a great father, but I owed it to myself to get the kind of sex that I wanted so I was out of there as soon as my daughter left for college.
Unfortunately the men my age that I'd had sex with since my divorce hadn't made my toes curl either. I had no idea what Ron could do, but I reasoned that a forty six year old man would be more likely to give me the kind of fucking I needed than the men my age had. That being said I still couldn't see dating a man his age.
On this particular day I laid in bed a few more minutes before sitting on the edge of it and stretching. It was my sixty sixth birthday, and I was newly retired. My best friend Cathy would be coming by soon to take me to brunch and then shopping. I glanced at the clock and saw that I'd stayed in bed too long, and now I'd have to hustle to get ready in time.
A half hour later I'd showered and was looking through my panty drawer for a pair of undies to fit my mood. I stopped searching for a second when I caught my reflection in a mirror. I then admired my curvy frame; I'm five foot ten, and referred to as big boned by those who find that body type appealing. Overall I'd developed the look of an elegant older woman, but I thought my breasts looked smaller than they used to be, and my skin certainly wasn't as tight anymore. But when I cupped my titties in my hands they filled them to overflowing, and when I rubbed my tummy and thighs before squeezing my ass, it occurred to me that my softness would make me feel more comfy to a man snuggling with me.
