Sexy Again

I opened my email and there he was. The ghost from my past. The figment from my dreams, the object of my obsession. How many times have I dreamed of him walking back into my life? How many times have a fantasized about the things we did when we were young and so into one another that nothing was off limits? FUCK! I can't stop thinking about and remembering the fucking we did. I still remember the way his hard cock felt inside me, in my mouth, the way he tasted. I still tingle and have to relieve myself, thinking of his tongue in my wet pussy as I slip my fingers inside.

"Hey, it's me." That was it. That's all the email said. And here I am, flustered, excited and oh so fucking horny for him. What's it mean? I'm shaking, heart pounding. Can it be possible for us, after all this time, to be together again?

I'm posing this question into the void, can an older woman, a lonely woman still be sexy? Would a man, any man want her? She's a little more filled out. She's a little grayer, but that drive inside her is still there. Can it really be like riding a bike? Can she still suck a cock like she used to? Can she still be sexy enough to say, "Put it in my ass."?

I've been comfortable in my invisibility. That Plain Jane, old lady, no one even notices anymore. And yet, here I am, wanting the attention. Wanting someone to find me sexy enough to fuck the shit out of, wear me out like he used to. I want to feel that breathlessness of being completely drained of energy and cum and sweat.

It's hard knowing men my age are into women my daughter's age. How do you compete with a younger, hot woman? I suppose we are more experienced but does that even interest men, when they can have arm candy by their side?

I can say, for sure that it is possible to feel sexy again, whether you are acting upon those impulses or not. I feel sexy again, just thinking that he thinks of me and what we had in the past. We were so great together. We did it all with no inhibitions and I have never had that again with anyone.

I have to smile as I remember our home movies. We role played as the single lady homeowner and the handyman. I climbed the ladder to pretend changing a light bulb, wearing only a thong and long t-shirt that barely covered my ass. Bending over at the top of the ladder just enough, pretending to almost fall so he reaches to grab me, my ass directly in his face. As I straighten up, turn around and make sure to press myself into him, my cunt in his face so he can smell me. I'm so wet! I'm so aroused. I run my fingers through his hair and push his head down, and I can't help but want to grind my wet pussy into his nose his mouth his lips. God, I want his tongue inside me.

And then he takes over, sitting me on the ladder, sliding my thong off and lifting my legs over his shoulders as he smiles up at me. Whew, the anticipation is almost too much. He swipes his tongue up my slit and then spreads my engorged lips apart. I am so fucking wet. He shoves his tongue deep inside me as my whole-body quivers at the warmth of him. He licks and sucks and then gently slides his fingers in. Before I can move, he reaches around and grabs my ass with one hand and begins to finger my cunt with his other hand, fucking it with his tongue and fingers. I have to grab his head, wrap my fingers into his hair and move my ass to the rhythm of his fingers fucking me. Suddenly he stops, as I am about to explode and he picks me up and lays me on the floor, onto the prop, drop cloth and slams his hard dick inside my awaiting pussy. It is glorious! Oh my god, how I wanted it.

I slide out from under him, away from him and roll him onto his back as I make my way up his body to his awaiting cock. He is so hard, his dick all wet and glistening with my juices, I slide him into my mouth. I swallow that hard cock down my throat and feel him pulsating and hear him gasp. It encourages me to keep going, a little proud of myself I deep throat him and slowly slide back up, my tongue caressing his cock. I start to fondle his balls, licking them, sucking them into my hot mouth as I stroke him.

My tongue finds its way to his tight asshole, and I lick it gently before slipping my tongue in. I know how he likes it. I slide my finger into his asshole, slowly working my way up to that spot. I massage his asshole as I suck and stroke his big dick until he screams and fills my mouth with his cum. I almost choke from the load he has shot into my awaiting mouth; it runs over my lips and down my chin as I slurp him up. I love the taste of him. I can never get enough. And my heart aches...because it is only a memory. FUCK! I can't get him out of my head. My brain tells me it is only a fantasy. But why is my body reacting as if he could walk through the door at any time and take me?

My heart has never stopped loving him, wanting him. It's been so long, we're both old now. But I feel like that giddy girl who couldn't get enough of him. So many times, over the years when I wanted to reach out to him, entice him into coming to me and servicing me like he once did. But the fear of being rejected, too strong that I never made an attempt. Even now, my pussy longs for his cock. I wonder if he would feel the same. Does his body remember me? Does his dick get hard remembering things we did?

I'm out here, I still feel those things, I still fuck myself and enjoy cumming as I reminisce of younger days. I take deep breaths and let them go as I finger myself and imagine his hard hot tongue on my clit...oh shit...how I want him deep inside me.

So, I ask again, just throwing it out there...would you? Would you fuck an older woman? Would you see her differently if you knew how she could make you feel? If you knew how well, she could suck your cock and fuck you and let you do all the things you have ever wanted to do...would you?

Would you help her feel Sexy Again?

To the void, awaiting your reply.