I was sitting around the kitchen counter the other day with Lila, my sexy, GILF girlfriend, and her best friend, Sandy. Both are 61 years old, in terrific shape, both blondes, both with lithe, limber and well preserved bodies, as they both work out religiously. Lila's about 5-8, weighs a willowy 125 pounds, and Sandy's a bit shorter, 5-5 or so, and a more solid, thicker 130 or so pounds.
They both drive me nuts, sexually, Lila of course, because I'm with her, but Sandy as well, though I'd never let that on to Lila, who I'd thought might not think kindly of me finding her best friend so hot. But this one day changed all that.
We were drinking wine, having a few laughs after the girls got back from their regular Monday night tennis game down at the local club, and just bullshitting. Somehow, and I swear it wasn't me, the talk got around to sex. Now Lila and I have a rousing sex life, she's very sexual for her age and seems to really enjoy me performing oral sex on her, and believe me, I love doing it. As is most older women's wont, she doesn't shave down there, and I find that superbly appealing, something just sexy about a full bush, gray hair and all.
Well, in the course of discussing things, Sandy, who's been divorced for 10 years, let on she hadn't had any in all that time. Nothing, nada, zilch. She rarely dated, didn't seem to like men all that much owing to the bitter divorce, and just hadn't found anyone worth bedding, or so she said. Lila knew of course, she is her best friend, but I was clueless.
"Yes, it's been awhile, that's for sure," said Sandy, a bit tipsy by now, as I looked on in astonishment, and also checking out her incredible legs in her little white skirt, all supple, tanned and muscular beneath the usual sags and wrinkles of a woman her age.
"How...I mean...don't you...uh..." I stammered.
"Well, I take care of myself, from time to time, but not all that much," she sighed.
"Honestly, honey, I don't know how you live without it, it would make me crazy!" Lila laughed, draining her glass and pouring us all more. "Not to brag or anything, but we, uh, go at it three, four times a week!"
Sandy looked at me, I swear, with a lusty look in her dark eyes, a little smile curling on her slightly wrinkled mouth.
"You're lucky, Lila," she said sadly. "I mean, I'll be 62 in a few days, and I can't believe I haven't had...well anything since I was almost 52!"
We drank and chatted some more, me taking more and more notice of Sandy's really hot body, her small but well turned tits in her little tight t-shirt, those tawny, sexy thighs and muscular calves bulging above her little white socks. I was in another world watching that, when I heard Lila say something I couldn't believe.
"Well, Rob here is...well, he's very good at ....at oral sex, he's absolutely the best," Lila said with a seductively low voice. "And..."
There was silence as we looked at Lila, our mouths hanging open.
"And...?" Sandy asked brightly.
"Yes, and?" I added.
Lila smiled. "Sandy, for your birthday, I'd like to give you the gift of one of the best orgasms you will ever have! Rob would be happy to perform oral sex on you, honey, you could use it, believe me!"
I was stunned. I looked at Lila, who was looking at me with the sexiest look I've ever seen, then at Sandy, who was blinking, looking back and forth at us both.
"I....I...I..." I babbled, not sure what to make of it all.
"Lila," Sandy said slowly. "Are...are you sure about this? I mean, you'd let him..you'd ask him...to you know...go DOWN on me?"
"I don't think I'd have to ask him twice, honey, I always see the way he checks you out, your legs in particular!" Lila laughed.
"No, really, that's not...not true, I mean..." I stammered, looking away.
"Oh, bullshit, you never fool me," Lila laughed. "And it's fine. This one time -- and this one time only -- I give you permission to sexually satisfy my best friend in the whole world with your talented tongue and mouth!"
"I...but...uh....when?" Sandy asked, seemingly more enchanted with the idea, a slight smile on her pretty face.
