I have been thinking a lot recently about relationships and aging. Two obvious reasons come to my mind. My wife and I just got back from a reunion and I had to bump up the age in my Literotica profile. I'm not complaining. All things considered, my wife and I have had a pretty good life. Judging from the events of the last reunion, that's not about to change any time soon.
This story is about aging and the perseverance of desire. An older man remembers a brief relationship years earlier with a foreign student that ends abruptly, just as she is about to give up her virginity to him. They meet again at a reunion with their spouses in tow and find that age has not diminished their affection for each other. Has time removed the barriers to the fulfillment of their desire?
Really! If you don't already know the answer to this question, then you shouldn't be reading stories posted to this site. If you are as comfortable with sagging breasts being sucked as you are with firm tits jiggling, then welcome aboard for the ride. In the sense that this story is written by an older man who enjoyed his youth and still enjoys sex with his older wife and their aging friends, then it's all true. Otherwise, it's a work of fiction.
Strokers warning! Like all mature relationships, this may take a little time to develop.
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Many happily married couples have amusing stories about how they first met. Ours is hilarious, but it's a lie. We had to make it up.
Of course, I remember the first time I saw her rosy cheeks. She was leaning on her elbows with her butt in the air. I put my hands on the bare flesh and pushed firmly. Her crack parted enough for me to see cum dripping from her pink slit and sliding down her thigh. I slid my woody into her fleshly creamed hole just as my buddy let go in her mouth. I was fully sunk in before she turned to see who was fucking her. She smiled. I'll never forget that smile.
Yes, we met at an orgy. That was a long time ago: a little longer than it took to raise 3 kids and pay off the mortgage. The sexual revolution was in full swing. My wife and I were happy to be invited to each and every victory celebration.
But this story is not about my loving wife. It's about the one that got away. She was the stunning virgin in the miniskirt whose promise to her mother was stronger than her desire for cock. This story is about our second chance for a first time.
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Wendy's parents owned the cabin. Carl owned the van. It was the perfect arrangement.
Her parents had moved on to the finer things in life. They preferred an ocean view from their hotel room with fresh towels in the morning and a chocolate on the pillow in the evening. A rustic cabin with a Franklin stove for heat and a hand pump for water no longer interested them. For Wendy and her boyfriend, it was ideal. The nearest neighbors were a couple miles away on a dirt road. Wendy and her friends could sit naked on the front porch swing if they wanted. Who would know?
I wasn't a virgin when I got invited for the first time, but I had never seen more than one woman naked at the same time and had never watched another couple have sex. Wendy's parties were by invitation only and no one was supposed to talk about what happened, but it was an open secret on campus that an invitation to spend a weekend at Wendy's cabin was an invitation to an orgy. There were 4 couples packed into Carl's van on the weekend that I was invited.
I had been dreaming of an orgy ever since that first quickie at freshman orientation with a girl I'd just met. My dreams were filled with undulating naked bodies when I went to bed alone, which was almost every night. I was aching to get an invitation, but I knew I couldn't just walk up to Carl and ask for one, at least not without a girlfriend who wanted to share me with her friends.
Paula was my ticket. I knew she had been at several parties and was Wendy's best friend. Physically we were a perfect match. Both of us were tall and thin. We both played soccer. I had almost no chest hair. Paula had almost no breasts. The difference was personality. I was shy and held myself back, while Paula was always at the center of everything.
I planned every detail in my campaign to seduce her. The effort turned out to be unnecessary. Paula gamely agreed to go out with me when I had only suggested the possibility. I got what I thought were choice concert tickets for our first date. We never made it to the auditorium. She hauled me back to her dorm and gave the tickets to her roommates so we would be left alone. Almost before they were out the door, she had her clothes off and my zipper down. I must have performed adequately because Paula asked me to join her for a party at Wendy's cabin the next weekend.
I enjoyed the lewd banter in the van on the way up and the dirty dancing that started the evening, but I had a major case of the jitters when all of our clothes had hit the floor. I had assumed that I would spend at least the first part of the evening with my "date". Paula had other ideas. She lay sprawled on the couch with her long legs wrapped around the back of a rather athletic looking young man who was intently plowing his cock into her. I just stood there in the middle of the floor looking out of place with my jaw slack and my cock stiff. My previous idea of a wild romp was doggy style with a girl who had a filthy mouth. This was way beyond any experience I had ever imagined.
Somehow I got over the shock of having my date blow me a kiss while riding another man's cock. After some awkwardness, I even got to know a girl from my chemistry lab rather intimately. I must have been in the spirit by then because I don't remember being bothered that someone else's cum was dribbling from her lips. I enjoyed myself but I never really felt comfortable. Paula, on the other hand, moved easily from one partner to the next. All three of the other men at the party had penetrated one of her openings before she got back to me. I was just happy that she hadn't forgotten me entirely.
My relationship with Paula didn't last. There had been no real commitment so there was no real heartbreak. She always waved to me when I saw her across the lawn in front of the student center. Of course, she waved to a lot of men. I wasn't really surprised when I saw her chatting up an eager young man or later when I heard that he'd been invited to a party at the cabin. I did not feel snubbed. My curiosity had been satisfied. I was also convinced that I was not cut out for the party crowd.
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I returned to college the next year intent on just getting my degree and moving on. I had pretty much given up on a social life. My priorities changed when I met an exchange student from India that my advisor asked me to tutor.
I had only tutored a few students. It was satisfying to help someone get through a tough course. It was frustrating to try to help someone who was bored by what I found exciting. On the best days, I was glad to help them and they were glad for the help. On the worst days, they thought I was a geek and I thought they were slackers. There was something about the new student that told me this time would be different.
Gita was attractive. That was obvious. Unlike some beautiful women, she did not try to draw attention to herself. Her features were delicate. Her deep brown eyes matched the dark mahogany hue of her skin. She had a smile that was at once inviting and mysterious, at least to a young man raised in an American suburb. Her dress was one that my grandmother might have worn, but it still could not hide her full breasts or her narrow waist. Her legs would remain hidden from view until she traded her wardrobe of ankle length dresses for tight shorts and miniskirts.
Gita had been the brightest student in her all-girls school in Bangalore and shared my interest in science. She had no difficulty with the math or any of the other course material. In fact, she was better prepared than I had been in my first year of college. She just had no practical experience in a lab. She had never wired a circuit or even lit a Bunsen burner. With my senior research project in full swing, I had access to the lab after hours. We spent many late night sessions going over the practical aspects of getting equipment to work. She was a quick study. By the middle of the first semester, she was near the top of her class. Her eyes would light up whenever she slipped her lab goggles over those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I had met my soul mate.
We continued to make excuses to see each other even when she no longer needed my help. I suppose these were "dates". We talked about everything from Darwin's Origins of the Species to the nature of true love. I knew Gita better than most women I had held naked before Gita and I even held hands.
She was a rarity in India. She was an only child. As the daughter of a prosperous family, she was both sheltered and pampered. She had passed through puberty in an all-girls school without ever having the opportunity to talk to a boy alone. She had been sent abroad against her mother's wishes to learn skills that were essential to maintain her family's business in the emerging global economy.
Kissing her seemed like an impossible dream until late one night near the end of the semester. I had begun to notice the changes in her a few weeks earlier. She wore shorts for the first time. They were baggy shorts that reached to the middle of her thighs, but, hey, they were shorts. Then it was the blouses she started to wear. Nothing exceptionally daring. Just a little bit of cleavage or a more translucent fabric. On the 'night of the first kiss,' she was stunning. She had never worn a skirt that short or a blouse that sheer. She was a little wobbly wearing such high heels for the first time. She grabbed my arm when she stumbled. I looked down her dress and actually caught a glimpse of nipple. She smiled up at me. She knew perfectly well the effect she was having on me and she was enjoying it.
When the coffee shop closed, I walked her back to her dorm. That was usually the end of the evening. I was surprised when she invited me up to her room. She explained that she had traded roommates with another girl who had wanted to move off campus. Her new roommate was nearly always out of town on the weekends. I was not about to decline her invitation.
I was disappointed when the door closed and she made a point of carefully hanging up her coat. Maybe I had made too much of the various clues. I reached into my book bag prepared to spend another evening together reading about chemistry. Her long slender fingers wrapped around my hand and stopped me. As I turned around, she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine. The kiss was long and deep. She must have felt my cock stiffen in my pants. As our lips parted, she sat back on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. We were both still fully clothed.
Our lips molded together again. When her mouth opened, I tasted the sweet warmth of her breath. My tongue explored her lips. She sucked in gently with her next breath and my tongue followed along. Our tongues played together in the warmth of her mouth. As I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed me back and pressed against my lips. I let her in.
