Still Hot At 70

Like velvet, her skin cascaded down from neck to shoulders, on and on down that beautiful, interminable back he'd loved since it was young and endlessly supple. Past that special place at the base of her spine, just above the flare of her ass. The one that he just had to graze with his fingertips to get their hips mashing together with youthful urgency.

And onward went her skin, plumping over those amazing hips and into the impossible sexiness of her thighs. Her hips and ass so much more substantial now at 70 than decades ago, so good to grab ahold of and pull her in further, letting the energy undulate up and down both of their bodies. Bellies touching, her soft mature breasts squeezed against his still-firm chest. Groins straining into each other.

It was Sunday afternoon. Half an hour ago, he'd looked up from his Kindle to her on the sofa and gently asked, "Would you like to try some afternoon delight today?" His heart thumping, even after four decades. Still afraid she might turn him down. Proud to have the courage to ask, and the maturity to take a No as simply a choice in the moment, not a forever rejection. His cock swelling and shrinking almost at the same time, in anticipation of both a Yes and a No.

She didn't say yes, but her body said it. She simply looked at him over her glasses, smiled the slightest, most infinitesimal smile, and put down her book. "First, I'll take a quick shower."

A few minutes later they were in bed together, enjoying those acres of fresh, soft skin. No longer young but so alive. Tongues rippling out into welcoming lips. Hands skimming so they just skipped over his nipples and hers the way they both liked: promising direct touch soon, inviting the nubs to wake up and stretch like flowers towards the sun.

So good to be in bed in the daytime. It had always been their favourite playtime even as young people. Now, aging joints and fading energy made the evenings more difficult. His erections, seldom very strong anymore, tended to fall below the horizon with the sun. Now, her hand caressing his soft uncut cock could feel a definite swelling.

She reached down and cupped his balls the way he loved, and was rewarded with a bit more swelling of that old, wise, loving wand. Nestling in its bed of grey curls, it felt almost hard enough to stand up, but not quite there. She knew how to enjoy it like this, thick and swollen and full of love and soft desire.

He also knew his cock would be up and down a few times as they played. In their 70s and after his prostate surgery, they both knew there could be some precum and other juices, but there would be no ejaculation and not much chance of a really hard erection. And for both of them, no longer more than a 50-50 chance of a full orgasm. They had both learned not to worry about it, just to enjoy the delicious pleasures of making love in the afternoon. He had learned to enjoy his own full-body sensations as he worshipped at the temple of her soul.

Worship he did as he slid down her body, feasting on her skin with kisses and licks and nuzzles all the way. He loved her neck, rubbing her jawline with his nose as he licked and kissed this amazing rich, proud flexible pedestal that had born her magnificent head for more than seven decades.

He loved every inch of her, and revelled in the subtle aroma of her skin under the scattered tresses of her silver-flecked hair. On to her shoulders, a lap of the tongue in the groove under her clavicle. A hand meanwhile holding her side-boob, yearning to go to the nub but knowing her body needed time. Rejoicing in the substance of all that flesh, the promise as it swelled up from her ribs.

Sliding down further to kiss all around her pillowy-soft mature breasts -- knowing not to touch her nipples yet, just loving and sucking on the rich flesh up to the edges of her areolae. Feeling the flood of woman power flowing out of those breasts. Grateful to sense her releasing that flow into his mouth, his face, renewing the ancient cycle of energy circulating between the two of them.

Further down -- oooh, the lovely slight curve of that belly, the one that had born them children so long ago. He lost himself in that belly, loving it as if he could bury himself in the soft, generous flesh.

But he needed to move on before too long. He knew she couldn't quite understand how much he loved her belly and would get anxious if he tarried here too long.

And there was so much more to look forward to! Turning around, he got his nose into her lovely grey bush as they they turned onto their sides, leaving his soft cock in front of her face, opening up his most intimate spaces to her attention.

He nuzzled first. All along each side of her secret garden, where her endless thighs met her furry mound. Knowing there were much richer prizes so close. Knowing how much she loved the gentlest of teases. How her labia would slip infinitesimally against each other as he nuzzled the groove between outer labia and thigh. How she thrilled with the subtle promise of that barely-perceptible pleasure.

At the same time her tongue snaked out towards his long foreskin, still covering his cockhead. Catching the delightful sensitivity of skin and the tiniest bit of cockhead peeking out. Revelling in the softness that had reasserted itself as he was journeying down her body.

And yet, of course, her tonguetip on his cocktip generated an equal and opposite reaction. Swelling. Growing, that lovely cockhead pushing out a fraction further from its suppler foreskin hood. Thinning the skin of the hood, making it shine a bit. Increasing his delight tenfold.

They were building. Building together as they had done for so many years. The same and yet so different. So much softer, so much slower. Less demanding, more giving.

Languidly, he let his tongue dance down over her still-closed vulva, lightly tracing the barely visible parting in the grey wisps of her bush from her mound to her perineum. Knowing the pathway so well. Aware of the pleasure for her in the gentlest of skimming, just enough to awaken those lovely lips without pushing into her folds at all. Enjoying the subtle aroma and flavour of her earliest arousal.

Meanwhile she kept his cocktip in her mouth, and began to stroke his shaft gently. No longer so short and pudgy, it was swollen enough for her fingers to move up and down. Not hard enough to jack but long enough to trace the firming sides extending now between the plump head in her mouth and the base disappearing into his pubes. Fingers probing further, gently massaging those big balls in their hairy sack.

Eagerness rising to his lips and tongue as they parted her labia, sliding down each side the way he knew she loved. Delicate pink membranes harnessing energy born of joy: on the outside, the lapping of his warm wet tongue. On the inside, her flesh swelling up to stretch the exquisite pleasure even more.

And her spine curling, urging her hips towards the source of the pleasure, her thighs parting to give more access as he buried his cheeks in his favourite place on earth.

Urgency felt in the sinews and bones, yet keeping it subtle and slow. Her tongue gently sliding around as his swelling cock drew back the foreskin to expose the purple plum beneath. His tongue darting around and occasionally flicking over the blossoming tip of her clit. Building together. Feeling the loving touch all along their bodies, each took a hand and ran it down the other's leg as far as they could reach toward the toes.

He felt his nose rubbing against her perineum. It excited him. It had been years since they had much ass play together but it still held a thrill that vibrated deep in his balls. Even though he no longer got hard enough to fuck her tighter hole, it didn't stop the desire. His tongue ventured into her cunt, and he tasted her sweeter nectar, the one that only flowed when she got really hot. Of course that made him all the hotter.

Hotly his tongue urged deeper into that lovely, sweet sexy pink hole. Not much space to breathe now with nose up against perineum, lips locked all round her lips, and tongue deep in her cunt. His hips thrusting against her face. His cock so soft she could take all of it in her mouth. Her tongue sliding over his most sensitive spots.

The pressure built even more. His heart thumping. Her body tensing in response to his urgency, his heat. He grabbed her ass tighter and pulled her crotch even further onto his face, loving the way her cunty lips smeared over his cheeks, her pungent juices slathering his cheeks and his jaw. He was really tongue-fucking her cunt now, so hard his tongue almost ached. His own sensitive soft-on straining to fill her hot mouth at the same time.

Still his fingers kneaded her lovely rich ass cheeks. And they inched closer to the centre. Her asshole was like a magnet winking and calling him, reminding him of the tight heat within. Something deep in his belly and his balls and his soul welled up, urging his hand forward to let go that luscious ass for a moment, grab a dollop of their combined juices from his tongue and her hot cunt, and rub it into her lovely tight asshole.

Then popping just the tip into that tight, hot, special place.

Ahhhh, such a deep connection is plugged in at that moment. Not always a hit with her, but today there's just enough of a flaring of the ass and a wiggle for him to know his finger is welcome in there today. She's hot enough. Her ass grips his finger just one knuckle deep, so tight, so exciting. He grunts as he feels the energy rising from all sides. He is plugged into her all over now. Tongue in her cunt, finger in her ass, cock in her mouth, her thighs locking him in. Barely able to breathe. Bucking with sheer joy and now the tingle starts in his toes and rises.

It rises up his legs and gathers energy, electric now. It's been ages since he came with her like this, but he knows he's past the point of doubting his own orgasm. Energy, set free from any link to the semen he no longer produces, is free to go anywhere. It builds in his thighs, trips his balls, surges in his chest and then explodes into and beyond her mouth. And it bursts out of his chest in sheer love and joy. It almost rips his thrusting tongue out by the roots as it slithers even further into her hot cunt. His finger, gripped so tight in her hot ass, is so close beyond his nose that stays buried in her sweaty crack. Ah, the rare pleasure of a soft cock orgasm!

And the afternoon delight is not over yet. He can feel her hot sexual energy coursing through her body. Her ass tight and exciting, but not yet pulsing. Her cunt hot but not yet clamping. And she calls him back up for a kiss. Reluctantly he lets his fingertip slide out of her beloved ass and he turns. They lie quietly together for a moment as the last aftershocks of his massive orgasm abate and her energetic tide flows in.

Loving kisses mingling the tastes of his precum and hers. Resting and feeling their long bodies still so closely intertwined.

As his most extreme vibrations ease, so he finds his hands sliding back down that glorious body again. Somehow her whole body seems more swollen, more voluptuous, as if all the excitement has expanded into her curves.

He cups a breast again and now the nipple is rock hard. She is ready for them both to focus purely on her pleasure, her body. His fingers grab her nipple and it is swelling. One hand snakes down to her cunt and slips between those lovely wet folds. He knows she doesn't cum from penetration. It's all about her clit and her nipples. And her heart.

So they begin building again, heart to heart, tongues dancing, his hand giving so much delight to her thick nipple and receiving such rich womanly power. Meanwhile his finger knows how to slip and slide on that delicious swollen pleasure peak that is her wonderful, capricious clit. The one that often swells and slips away again, just like his cock.

Now it feels bigger, thicker, harder as she lies on her back and parts her legs. He lies facing her from the side. He curls his long back round and swings his upper thigh over between her legs, spoon-scissoring around so his cock comes up into the folds of her vulva and rests in its soft wetness. His cocktip slides up and down her vulva, rubbing over her clit. She loves that and her breath quickens.

His fingertip, the one she trusts with her cum, finds the right spot on both her clit and his soft cocktip at the same time, and strums the melody of their lives together.

The signal passes through their reptile brains. She is going to cum. Her breast in his hand starts to swell. Her whole body feels like an Amazon, bursting with womanpower and arousal. Her nipples thickening back deep into their areolas. Her clit almost bursting.

Her vulva thick and fat and swollen, pushing aside her matted pubes. His cock swollen and rubbing up just under the hood of her clit. His fat finger on her clit-tip in sync with her clit's ancient rhythms. Wet and hot and steamy and fragrant.

And eventually she feels herself falling, relaxing, overflowing into her own orgasm that just goes on and on and on. Her cunt clamps rhythmically. Her asshole too -- she feels it in the space where his finger had been. Lightning bolts of pleasure sizzle from her nipples to her cunt and radiate back out to her fingers and toes.

And she sighs and moans as wave after wave crashes effortlessly through her body, spreading and reverberating and repeating, echoing to the valleys and the hills of their joy and desire and loving connection. Her orgasms last so much longer now than when she was younger.

The two lovers lie so closely intertwined that they scarcely know where one's body ends and the other's begins. Breathing slows and synchronises. Their hearts mingle as the ancient energetic pathways circulate, joining their hearts and their wet sexes in an infinite cycle, as they slip into blissful relaxation together.