Velma Ann

Velma Ann

I had become a big Facebook user when it was at its most popular presence. I met a lot of people of all ages and nationalities on the social media platform. It was a great way to network in like interest of subjects. People formed groups of hobbies, professional careers, politics and just about any topic imaginable. Your social network grew through business acquaintances, family, friends and friends of friends. Social media was the new way to voice your thoughts and opinions.

Often, I would look at the profile of people that commented on other posts. I would send a message or try to contact ladies that looked interesting. Sometimes people would contact me also. Facebook would also send out suggested friends to people who had mutual friends listed.

When I came across a lady named Velma Ann, I thought she was attractive and sent her a message. She did not respond for a couple days but I did get a return message from her. From there, we sent messages back and forth for months. The messages got more private as time passed.

I learned that she lived about 2 hours away. I had family very close to her so I was able to talk about local events. I knew of restaurants and entertainment places near her. My dad was in an assisted living home near there and she was familiar with that area as well.

Velma told me that she was married but not happily. It was her second husband and he did not treat her like he should. Intimacy had disappeared from their marriage long ago. They were just man and woman living in the same house.

Even if Velma was 27 years older than I, I took an interest in her. Age is only a number to me. She never asked my age until we were corresponding for several months. By this time, she had developed a special bond with me. She was surprised at my age because of the way I corresponded with her. She never suspected I was only fifty-three, while she was eighty.

Over the next couple years, we had gotten very close. We had gotten to the point where we talked about sexual pleasures and such. She was typical of a lady of that generation. Her husband was from the generation that thought sex was for his pleasure only. The wife was there to satisfy his needs and to bear children.

While talking to me, she learned that sex was supposed to be mutual. The lady should enjoy it as much as the man. She admitted that with in the last 20 years, she learned to satisfy herself with her hands. She learned that there was a spot that she touched that sent chills up her spine. She also learned how sensitive her nipples were.

Suddenly her husband passed away. Her heart was not broken at the time but then society made her feel guilty about not being hurt that she lost her husband. Society had no idea what type of marriage they lived, but they were quick to judge. This prompted her to tell me she had to stop corresponding with me. I will admit that I was heartbroken but I had never met her in person so I got over it.

About a year after her husband passed away, I got a message from Velma Ann. She apologized for pushing me away. I told her that I understood and if we would just move forward, it would be okay with me. We quickly caught up from the past year and became intimate online once again. Velma was missing intimacy in her life for a very long time so she was open and happy with the attention I gave her.

After a couple weeks of reuniting, I decided to see if we could meet for lunch. I told her that I was planning on going see my dad on a weekday and would like to have lunch with her. Once she accepted the idea, I asked what was the best day for her. We agreed on the following Wednesday.

I thought it was best to request off of work on the Wednesday and Thursday. I booked a hotel room at a nearby casino. I did not tell her about the room until the night before our scheduled meeting. I simply told her that if she wanted, we could dinner also since I was staying the night.

I think I caught her by surprise with me staying the night, but I often did that when I visited my dad. It was just easier to spend the day with him and not worry about driving back late. The casino had horse racing also and I enjoyed watching the races. I was not a gambler but I found it interesting to watch. It was not racing season so the only reason I got a room was so I could spend more time with Velma Ann.

On Wednesday morning, I traveled to see my dad in the assisted living home he was in. We spent a couple hours together then I told him I was meeting a friend for lunch and would return after. Dad never questioned who I was meeting because he knew I had friends all over that I went to college with or met with work.

I met Velma Ann at a local restaurant that she picked. She was a very attractive lady. I thought she looked better in person instead of the pictures I saw of her. She was about five feet two inches tall. She was not skinny but not fat either. She had mentioned to me before that she weighted about a hundred and eighty pounds. Her hair was sort of grey and white mixed and cut short with what looked like a loose perm. The back at the neck line was straight, much like the style common to grandmothers.

Once she walked from the side of her car, I could see her whole body. Her breasts were average, she had a rounded belly and a rounded backside. She was wearing a dark blue A-Line skirt that fell below her knees and a matching printed blouse. I noticed her ankles were thin and her small feet were covered in stylish flats.

We met each other on the sidewalk to the entrance of the restaurant. I took her hand and reached for a kiss on her cheek. We exchanged pleasantries before I opened the door for her and let her walk in first. The hostess quickly greeted us and asked us to follow her to a table.

I walked behind Velma Ann so I could see her from the backside. I watched as her bottom swayed as she walked. Each cheek of her bottom would rise and lower alternately with each step she took. I got lost in the moment and had to snap out of it so it was not obvious to the other patrons that I was looking at her backside. I was really undressing her in my mind.

We sat at the table and began talking. We both ordered water with lemon for our drinks. I was not that hungry and I ordered an appetizer for my meal. Velma laughed and said she never thought about doing that. She said she never eats a whole entre so ordering an appetizer for a meal was a good idea.

The conversation never went quiet. Velma was an interesting lady. I enjoyed watching her talk about much as hearing her. Even with my southern accent, I thought she had an accent also. She had a very pretty smile with beautiful brown eyes. I was happy to see that she did not wear her wedding ring any longer.

Our meal was served and we slowly ate as we talked. We were both enjoying each other's company. We sat there for nearly two hours eating and talking. I am sure I must have told her a dozen times how nice she looked.

The waitress kept passing by and I considered it a hint that they would like us to leave and not occupy a table this long. I asked Velma if she wanted to join me for dinner also. I told her I was staying at the casino and maybe we could eat at the casino. She thought that was a good idea and we decided on meeting at six that evening. I walked her back to her car and opened her door before helping her in. I reached in and kissed her cheek again. I told her I was looking forward to this evening.

Velma said she would go home and take care of a few things before coming back to meet me. I wanted to go back and visit my dad for a couple hours. I always wanted to pick up some things for my hotel room just in case Velma decided to join me in after dinner.

I sat up with my dad for a couple more hours and told him that I was going to the casino for a bit before dinner. He already knew I was spending the night but he had no idea I was meeting a lady close to his age.

I located a grocery store and thought I would stop in for a bottle of wine. She had already told me she enjoyed a glass of red wine every now and then. I also saw the store had a wide selection of candles. I picked out a scent that I thought was romantic. I made sure I picked up a cork screw as well. I was not too worried about the glasses, the hotel had real glass for the glasses and not the plastic ones.

Once I arrived back at the hotel, I went to my room and got things ready just in case Velma wanted to visit in my room. I put the wine to chill in the ice bucket and lit the candle to get the aroma started. I did like the scent and thought it would be perfect to light once Velma came to my room. My room was on the third floor and I had a balcony looking towards the paddock area of the race track.

I freshened up knowing Velma would arrive soon. I did not want to seem too anxious but I wanted to be ready. I was not sure if she wanted to meet in my room or the restaurant once she arrived. I had even bought a small tube of lubricant at the store just in case it was needed. I put it in the drawer on the night stand beside the bed. I wanted to be prepared for anything that might take place.

Just as I looked to make sure my room was ready, my phone rang. It was Velma telling me she was in the lobby of the casino. I told her I would be right there. I knew there was sitting area in the entrance area so I asked her to have a seat while waiting for me.

I rushed to the elevator so I could get to Velma as quick as I could. This had to be the slowest elevator I had ever been on or I was just that impatient. Once I got to the ground floor, I rushed over to the casino. As I got to the hotel entrance, I slowed down so I would not seem so eager to Velma.

When Velma saw me walk in, she stood up to greet me. I almost did not recognize her. She was not wearing the skirt and blouse from earlier. She was now in a pretty knee length pastel colored dress. She wearing a different pair of flats than earlier too. Velma definitely dressed like an elegant lady.

When I complimented her on how lovely she looked and that I was surprised she had changed. She had a silly grin on her face and said that she wanted to look extra special for me. She told me that she had purchased that dress for her grandsons graduation from medical school last year. That was a special occasion and this is the second time she wore it. She then turned all the way around to show me the entire outfit. There were no words to describe how lovely this matured lady looked.

I took Velma by the hand and started walking towards the steak house inside the casino. We passed by the slot machines and some of the card tables. There was a lounge to the left and she suggested we go in there first.

We each ordered a glass of wine and listened to the piano player located in the far corner. Velma had positioned herself sitting close to me. I was really enjoying the evening so far. I was excited to be seen with such a pretty lady on my arm.

One of my favorite songs came on so I asked Velma if she wanted to dance. With a shy look on her face, she questioned if that was not too slow of a song. I said I did not mind dancing slow with her if she didn't mind. With that said, we stood up and walked over to the dance floor. We joined a few other couples dancing also. Velma fit in my arms perfectly. I pulled her in closer to me and she cuddled her head on my shoulder.

Once the song was over, we walked back to the table and one of the other couples told us how well we danced together. Velma laughed a little and I said that it was the first time we ever danced together. They introduced themselves as Gayle and Henry. For the next hour or so, we danced almost every song together and Gayle and Henry were right alongside.

During one of our conversations with Gayle and Henry, we had mentioned we were wanting to dine in the steakhouse later. Gayle said they had just been there and it was not so great. Henry suggested we go about a mile down the road to another restaurant if we wanted steak. While we danced the next song, Velma told me she was not very hungry and could do without a meal.

I asked what she would suggest we do. I then suggested we get a glass of wine and we can go to my room and watch TV. Velma's eyes lit up and she smiled. I did not have to hear an answer. I knew that meant yes.

With that, we told Gayle and Henry that we would call it a night and said how much we enjoyed their company. They told us they come here often and might see us again sometime. Velma and I looked at each other and agreed that it would be nice.

As we walked away from the couple, I told her that I had wine in my room so we really did not have to get a glass here. She said she could not drink much more if she had to drive home. I told her she did not have to drive anywhere until after check out in the morning if she wanted. She smiled and said that we should stop by her car on the way to the hotel lobby and get her bag.

With out a second thought, we walked through the casino exit door and to her car. As she unlocked her car, I asked why she had a bag packed. Her answer was spot on. She told me the same reason I had a bottle of wine in my room. As she bent over to get her bag out of her car, I could not help but look at her backside.

I took her bag from her and we walked back to the hotel lobby. We approached the elevator and as soon as the door closed behind us, I reached to Velma and kissed her unexpected lips. She purred as I gently pressed my lips against hers. I felt her body relax as my hands wrapped around her torso.

As I felt the elevator stop on my floor, I released Velma before the door opened. I would not want to be displayed for unexpected visitors. As Velma backed away from me, she looked at me like a little puppy dog and said how nice that was. The doors opened and we both tried to look as innocent as possible.

I gestured to Velma Ann to exit the elevator and go to the left. We walked 3 doors down and on the right was my room. The entrance doors to the rooms were set back in a little nook. There was a little tan acrylic plaque on the side the door indicating Suite 312.

As I inserted my room card into the door, I held it opened for Velma to walk in. As she walked in, she almost came to a complete stop and looked around. There was a nice size living room to the left as you walked in. On the right was a huge bathroom with a walk-in shower and in the far corner was a garden tub. The toilet was located behind the shower, out of the view of anyone walking in.

When you continue walking into the suite, there was a galley area next to the bathroom. There was a small refrigerator, coffee maker and a microwave oven. In the far end of the room was a king size bed and a work desk against the opposite wall. Several decorative lamps were placed in various places throughout the suite. Each wall had one or two pieces of art displayed.

I placed Velma's suitcase on the luggage rack in the corner next to the desk. I asked if she needed anything to come out the luggage now. She said she wanted her overnight bag to put in the bathroom. I unzipped the suitcase for her and let her get what she wanted out. Once she got her bag, she disappeared in the bathroom for a few minutes.

While Velma was in the bathroom, I lit the candle I bought earlier and poured two glasses of wine. I did not want to be too forward so I waited to turn the bed down. I put the TV on in the living room and the bedroom.

When Velma stepped out of the bathroom, I was seated on the couch in the living room. She slowly unbuttoned a couple buttons on the top of her dress and asked if that was the most comfortable place in the room. I took that as a hint and I leaped off the couch and took her hand in mine while I escorted her to the king-sized bed.

We were standing by the bed and I went to kiss her. I wanted to give her a passionate kiss before I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her dress. As my lips gently pressed against her lips, I felt her tense up a little. I felt that she was all of a sudden nervous. She broke the kiss and nodded to the two glasses of wine I had placed on the desk. She asked if that was for her. I laughed and said one of them was hers and one was mine.

I took a couple steps with Velma and we took a sip of the wine. While we were sipping the wine, I kicked off my shoes. Velma saw me take off my shoes and she did the same. I admired her feet. Her toe nails were painted a tender shade of red. Her toes looked nice and were proportionate to her small feet.

I reached for a button on her dress as she took another sip of her wine. She did not object this time so I continued with the remaining buttons. The buttons stopped at the waist line of the dress. She then let the dress fall to the floor and she was standing there in just her panties and bra.

I put my wine glass down and took my shirt off and tossed it across the room and it landed near the living room couch. I unhooked my belt and dropped my pants and stepped out of them. Now we are both standing there in our underwear.

I am not sure what type of underwear she was used to wearing but she had to remember what I told her I liked because she wore just as I liked it. Beige panty briefs are my favorite panties for a senior lady. The panties had a lined gusset and the front panel was solid however there was lace on the sides of the panel. She wore a matching bra also.

Before pressing my lips against hers, I told her how lovely she looked. She blushed a little and commented that she knows I was just saying that. I took her hand and led her to the bed. While kissing her again, I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let if fall in front of her and I reached for it and tossed it to the side.

The focus now was on her breasts. Her double D breasts were a lovely sight. Yes, they did sag, but were still full and rounded. Her nipples were light pink in color and about the size of the tip of my pinky finger. The areolas were slightly larger than a US quarter and the same color as her nipples. As I passed my hand over her breasts, her nipples reacted to my touch.

I began caressing the back of her torso then down to her back side. She felt so soft and cuddly. I put my thumbs in the waist band of her panties and pushed them down to her thighs. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and once again I told her how beautiful she looked.

With out being forceful, I gave her a gentle nudge to sit on the edge of the bed. While she lowed herself to sit on the bed, I dropped my boxer briefs and let them fall to the floor. My erection popped out and almost hit her in the face.

We now had our clothes scattered about the room. Clothes just tossed around like no one had any housekeeping training. Neither one of us cared at the moment. We were both caught up in the passion and nothing else mattered.

She gently touched my erection and as she looked at it, I told her that was proof I thought she was beautiful. She admitted to me that she had never really looked at a penis like this before. She continued by saying that her husband, as much as she remembers, did not look as appealing as this. I told her that he must not have been circumcised. Well, she said, this is much prettier that he had.

I knelt down in front of her and removed her panties, one leg at a time. As I went to toss them with the rest of our clothes, I took a quick sniff of the gusset. I knew she had never experienced oral sex before and I did not want to rush into that. No matter how much I wanted to smell and taste her, I knew I had time to do that later.

I took her right foot in my hands, and gently caressed her small tender feet. I was amazed at how soft and young her feet felt. Her toe nails were neatly trimmed and painted. Her heals and bottom of her feet were not rough and callused as I expected, but soft and maintained. I kissed the top of her right foot and Velma laid back on the bed.