The Village Senior Center

Preface

I continue to write about Helen. Even if this is not the perfect lady by physical appearance, she is more of a lady that I could ever dream of. Helen has so much to offer and this is a lesson to never judge a book by its cover. It is a story that acknowledges being sexy and appealing is more than appearance. Every lady, no matter what age, wants to hear how beautiful she is. I realize not everyone will find it to be arousing, but to know Helen is to love Helen. Please enjoy the pleasures given to an older lady who thought no one would ever look her away again.

The Village VIII

Retirement Community

We had both drifted off to sleep. Helen had fallen asleep first and I remember looking at her and seeing how peaceful and happy she looked. We were both completely nude and covered only by the bedsheets. It was completely silent except for the soft background music playing in the background.

I woke up at about 4:00am to go to the bathroom. As I crawled back into my bed, I looked at Helen lying there so peaceful. I instantly got an erection seeing her naked body. It was not just her body that aroused me, but the conversation we had earlier. This lady impresses me in so many ways. I admire her strength to fight the battle she won. Unfortunately, not everyone wins the battle with breast cancer. I think that is part of what makes her so sexy. I wanted to make her feel as special as I think she is.

I laid there for several minutes admiring how peaceful Helen looked. I was seeing her from different eyes now. It was my eyes, but it was deeper than that. This lady was so amazing to me. I could only imagine going through this battle alone. The strength she has but yet she is so gentle. She has so much more to offer than most ladies.

I made my way under the sheets. I tried to position my face between her legs without waking her. I gently tried to separate her legs. The night light in the hall provided enough light that I could see what I was after. I wanted to inhale the aroma of the core of her sexual desires.

I was pulled into to the aroma like a strong earth magnet. Her scent was so natural and pleasant. She had little pubic hair to interfere at me getting what I wanted. I inhaled with a deep breath and then put my tongue against her labia. This startled Helen momentarily, but she quickly realized what was going on. She put her hands on top my head and let out a big sigh of pleasure.

While telling me how wonderful it is to be waken up this way, she reached down and parted her labia for me. This allowed me to put my tongue directly on her clit. She twitched for a second and took a deep breath. I continued flicking my tongue over her clitoris while her body took a natural path to ecstasy. Her body would uncontrollably react with each flick of my tongue.

Helen was caught in the moment and all she would do was mumble how good it felt. She lifted her backside off the bed with her feet and shoulders pushing her pubic mound into my face. I was trying to absorb as much of her flavor and scent as I possibly could.

Suddenly, she squeezed my head with her inner thighs. Even if her body tensed and trembled, I felt her bottom relax to again lay flat on the bed. I felt a gush of her juices against my tongue. As much as I tried to consume every drop, a large portion dripped down my chin and onto the bed. Helen was pushing my face into her pubic area. It appeared she could not get enough of my tongue. Honestly, I could not get enough of her taste and smell either.

Then, she surprised me by telling me to give her my dick. I was surprised to hear her talk that way, but at the same time it turned me on. Helen had gotten so comfortable with me that she was able to relax and show her real emotions and feelings.

I repositioned myself to lay on top of her body. I rubbed my dick on her labia and pushed it in slow and easy. She was naturally lubricated by now. Again, she surprised me by telling me that her pussy needs it slow and easy. I had never heard her talk this way before. I will admit it was a pleasant surprise to hear her talk this way. We were in a private setting so anything was acceptable. Nothing could change my level of respect for this amazing lady.

I looked at her face as I developed a slow and steady rhythm. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. She started thrusting her hips in an upward motion. She was moaning, groaning and voicing her pleasure. Her breathing was becoming more rapid with each stroke of my dick going in her pussy. I tried to keep it slow and easy as she asked for but the anticipation was building. She was very wet by now. So wet that her juices were dripping onto my bed.

With out realizing it, I had increased the pace of my thrust. I had not realized it until I heard my nuts slapping against her bottom. I could not control it any longer and I pushed in as deep as I could then exploded inside of her. Almost as the same instant, Helen let out a soft scream and pushed her pelvis up. I felt a gush of her fluids flow out of her pussy. Helen was having an orgasm bigger than the ones before. I was actually afraid I would hurt her.

I held my penis inside of her to make sure she got as much of my sperm as possible. I did a few little thrusts until my penis went flaccid. I held my position until my flaccid penis fell out of her on its own. The look on Helen's face was priceless. Even if her eyes were closed, I could see deep into her heart. I felt her emotions in my own body as if the process of diffusion was taking place. Diffusion is the movement of molecules of a higher concentrate moving to one of lower concentrate. This is the only way I could describe how I was feeling.

I have slept with many ladies of her generation but this was the first time I have felt such deep feeling for a lady. I would not describe it as being in love but it was an attachment for sure. Was it lust? Perhaps. Nonetheless, it was a feeling I was enjoying and did not want it to end. Did it have to end?

By this time, I did not even notice Helen had a unilateral mastectomy. Let me rephrase that. It was obvious that she had a unilateral mastectomy, but it was irrelevant at this point. I guess there is a point where physical appearance just does not matter. I never found it to be a distraction. It was a part of who she was. I saw her from who she was not what she was. Helen was a beautiful lady who I admired in so many ways.

After cuddling for a while, we decided to get out of bed and take a shower. We got in the shower together and helped each other wash our bodies. I had to do my best not to get too aroused. I knew her bottom was getting sore. I could see the redness around it. We did enjoy each other's company. The sex was great but it was not the main focus any longer.

After our shower, we got dressed and went to the kitchen. I am not much of a coffee drinker but I kept coffee around for moments like this. I offered to make a pot of coffee for her. We sat at the breakfast counter and talked for a few hours before realizing the time. Helen drank a few cups of coffee while we talked.

Once we noticed the time, Helen thought she should get back to her house. She wanted to do a few things around the house and relax the remaining of the day. I had a few chores to do also.

I grabbed her bag and walked her to her car. We kissed and cuddled before she got in the drivers seat. We promised each other that we would get together soon.

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