Many, many apologies for the tardy follow up everybody, but I must admit I'd never written a sex scene before and was nervous about disappointing people.
So, I very much hope people appreciate my efforts, as always comments are welcome, as are suggestions for the plot of the follow up!
Enjoy!
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Jamie pulled the strap of Agnes' dress all the way down her arm until it revealed the top of her breast and her bra. Then he pulled the other down just as far until the tops of both breasts and the whole of Agnes' bra was revealed to Jamie's hungry eyes. He looked down at Agnes, as she self-consciously tried to stop herself from fidgeting nervously. Although Jamie had told her why he liked her (for reasons that she still could not totally believe) she was still afraid that he would come to his senses, pull the rug out from under her and she would never see him again. Therefore, Jamie looking down at her body, the body of a 73 year old woman, for the first time terrified her.
Jamie, on the other hand, looked down at Agnes' body with pure lust. He remembered the excess skin on her neck, the birthmark high up on her cleavage and how her aged skin highlighted the freckles across the tops of her breasts. But now he could see a lot more, he liked the way that, even in the bra, Agnes breasts sagged away to either side of her chest, looking well-used and wrinkled. He loved the mass of wrinkles in her cleavage and was looking forward to tasting them with his tongue, as well as her upper chest which was also cracked by network of flaws and creases on her aged skin.
Jamie wanted to savour this moment, so he drew his right index finger to Agnes' mouth, stroked her lips with it and slipped it between them. He moved his finger around her mouth, (she looking slightly bewildered), over and under her tongue, coating it in saliva, then pulled it out and drew a line from her mouth... down to her chin and further down, savouring the feel of her liver spotted neck, with its soft wrinkles and excess skin as he went.
Then, past her neck he spread his hand over her body and moved it down, feeling the uneven texture of Agnes' fragile and aged skin, until the heel of his hand was touching the tops of her breasts. After a second or two, Jamie noticed the hammering pace of Agnes' heart and then, her heavy breathing.
Agnes, although she was initially bewildered by Jamie's actions, soon became turned on by the feel of his hand moving down her body, exploring it and she closed her eyes to concentrate on it. She loved the calming feel of his wide, strong hand on the top of her breasts and then he moved it down...
Jamie moved his hand down and briefly tucked his finger into Agnes' cleavage and felt the warmth of her breasts either side of his finger, making her gasp and, if possible, harder than he already was. Then, suddenly, he moved his hands down to her hips and slowly pulled her dress off so that he could take in her body as it was revealed to him. He loved seeing her breasts in their entirety, loved their granny sag, the way they sat on her large belly, like two old, slightly deflated, balloons. Then Jamie pulled the dress lower and studied Agnes' belly, in all its flabby, chunky and wrinkled glory. He realised he was staring when she self-consciously crossed her arms over it trying to hide it, at which he uncrossed her arms and lightly kissed her stomach dead in its centre.
'Didn't I say I loved this?' he asked her softly.
'Yes, but you might have changed your mind and if you did... ' Agnes began.
'I'm not going to change my mind Agnes, I want to see you naked.' Jamie cut across her firmly,
Agnes heard the words, but she couldn't make sense of them as she lay there with her saggy breasts on show, her large belly exposed and still this young man claimed he wanted to see more of her. He dragged the dress lower kissing each of Agnes thick thighs as he did so, the feeling of his lips so near to her pussy sending shockwaves through her. Then the dress was off and Agnes was just in a bra and knickers with this young stud, his body so fit and tight in contrast to the age and plumpness of hers. But then Agnes forgot all that when Jamie leant down and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and playfighting with hers. They kissed for a couple of minutes before he rose back up to reveal the body which Agnes had been wanting to see ever since he had walked into the house and kissed her.
First Jamie threw off his jumper and barely had he done that than Agnes had her hands on him to take off his t-shirt as well. She reminded herself of the feel of his body after her brief touch before her son phoned two weeks before. He was so young and smooth and Agnes felt privileged to have him in her bed as this young man could surely have his pick of the girls his age, but instead here he was with a woman 4 times his age who could barely remember what sex felt like. She had believed he would run at the first sight of her body, but he was still here and now she just dearly hoped she didn't disappoint in the bedroom in comparison with all the young girls he'd likely had in the past. Sure, Agnes knew she was well past her prime but she felt that now she had him here in her bed her considerable, although rusty, skills would take over.