I was looking at Faith completely in a different way then. I was thinking for a fifty nine year old she still held her feminine stance very well and that wonderful slim form bum., need I say more. Faith knew what she was doing ,she had to know about my swelling unless she was blind or something, She replaced the cactus plant to its original place at the back of the staging and again I was treated to another rendering of sheer beauty as again she bent over, more provocatively this time.
She wore a loose taffeta dress which did wonders for her curves and looked every inch like a thirty year old from behind - and she looked good from the front too, very ample boobs nice a firm and enticing, all at once I knew I wanted her.
She turned again, quickly as if she wanted to catch my glance below, smiles so sweetly, closed to me, then I knew she had seen my swelling, the way she brushed herself against me there, her lips almost touching mine.
"Hope you don't think I am too forward, Alex but it has been such a long time since I have been with a man, and I do miss the warmth and comfort a man can give a woman."
I was stuck for words, this was so lovely and good, I felt like a teenager again starting all over with a girl called Millie who, ironically, I lost my innocence to in a greenhouse me working as an apprentice gardener there, she one of the office staff who it turned out, had me for a bet with her mates. That first fuck was wonderful and soon I had it with two other of her mates too, I was ain big demand in those days and now it seemed I still was.
But when I did start to speak her lips were pressing on mine and I was immersed in the most wonderful of delving wet French kisses most enjoyed.
Instinctively I could not hold back any longer and there I was, in my mind with Millie again, my fumbling fingers finding her beneath that silk floral skirt, that feeling so good, the succulent warmth of her moist pussy doing everything for my libido and a lot more too.
As if faith knew my disposition she whispered that you see it was never too late to enjoy the pleasures shared between man and woman, that she had tried so many times to attract my attention, and that is why she felt she had to go for it, that she adored me, thought I was the most attractive guy she had seen in a long time and longed to share some quality time with me, no strings attached I that is what I wanted.
I felt quite honoured, Faith saying that to me, but was I taking too much for granted, I suddenly felt quite shocked at what my sexual fervour had made me do and promptly took my hand away from under her skirt.
But do you know something? She would have nine of that, and promptly grabbed my wrist and retuned my hand to the place it was, Her eyes closed she moved her hips slowly and wonderfully as I squeezed her, toyed with her there, moving my hand beneath and behind her to enjoy those lovely firm curves and she loved it, she moaned and moaned and then I felt the absolute thrill and joy of her response when the ache I had below was being tended to with such grace and precision, here hand squeezing and moulding me over my trousers and I was ins a complete trance.
It was like a fever, I took in her scent, her perfume and the scent of woman - something I had missed so much I realised then.
"Want to come back to my flat, Alex?" she asked in such a matter of fact way, in a very sure down to earth way so that I knew exactly what she meant and what she wanted.
I nodded to the affirmative (as if I wouldn't!) - she said that if I didn't mind she'd go first and I could follow in five minutes , just in case prying eyes were looking.
She was prudent so which suited fine and there was something about watching her walk off, I was looking at her on a way like never before, she was really something and my carnal ways were reeling very sexual thoughts, that soon I would be inside her skirt again and seeking the gem of woman's mystery
I don't thin I quite waited for the five minutes, more like three when she let me in the door, whispering she would get me a coffee after because she thought I wouldn't wanted one before!
It was so cosy sin her bedroom. She'd decorated it all in burgundy and even th4e bed linen to match. I sat on the bed like she asked me too, feeling the bulge throbbing inside my pants.
"I think we need to remedy that and pretty darned quick," she said and before I knew it her hands were busy delightfully undoing my shirt, my zip and all. I had forgotten the last time I was with a woman naked but it was a very magical experience, she seemed delighted enough when she saw my all and wasn't slow to go down on her knees beside the bed and take me into here mouth like a wild thing, easy to see she was so hungry for it.
I ripped her skirt off, to see what was beneath, her wondrous figure so tempting just waiting to be caressed. We both worked ourselves up onto the bed each knowing what each other wanted and taking the sixty nine position I did what I had fantasised to do with a woman for so long - pushed my face between her gorgeous thighs, wanting her to smother me with her beautifully primed pussy, I was in my element then feeling her deep suck of me as I sucked her, discovering her wants, her secrets as she spurred me on, holding each bother so tight, tasting her and so enjoying the need of woman again, it wasn't long before we could bear it no more, we wanted the waterloo to gratify our sexual encounter and like it had all happened before several times, I was deep thrusting inside her no holds barred and we were as one, enjoying the absolute ecstasy of each others deep fuck.
And I knew we would be sharing so many more, and I was alive again, so anyone who tells you, you are done for after sixty five refer them to me, I surprise myself every morning now with a very sound hard-on just waiting for Faith.
