Her name is Helen, and being lonely and single is a drag for old girls like her. In her younger days men practically worshiped her, but at age sixty seven she felt like a dinosaur. What happened? Was it because she got old? Should she dye her long gray hair blonde or get plastic surgery for her wrinkles? That was unacceptable and inexcusable.
Helen attended a nude art class just to get out of the house. At times she felt a bit out of place due to the fact the other students were younger than she and probably more talented. Then one day her luck changed for the better. The latest model was a young man; very well built, good looking, who certainly caught Helen's eye. What really got her attention after he disrobed was what stood between his legs. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen; swollen and full of muscle. She didn't know whether to faint or give him a standing ovation, and couldn't concentrate on drawing anything. It took some time for her to focus on the subject at hand and avoid any embarrassment.
When class was over the instructor looked at her drawing and thought she drew the young man's cock a bit too big. Helen may be old but she saw that cock up close and to her it was big as life. On her way out she spotted the young man, fully clothed and set to take his leave until she stopped him just to have a word. Helen told him she admired his talent when she really wanted to say how amazingly big his cock was.
"It's nice," he said, looking at her drawing.
"Thank you," she said. "I tried to make it as perfect as I could."
"But I think you overdrew my penis a bit. I'm not that big."
"Not from where I was sitting."
He was flattered over that remark and the conversation continued further. Helen thought this was really nice; a young man flirting with an old gal like herself. After they introduced each other it didn't take long until they went for a drink, continuing the conversation. They spoke and they laughed all night, enjoying each other's company. He told her his age and she told him hers. The sweetest thing he said was she didn't look that old and found older women very appealing. His name was Nick. Nick with the big dick. It had a nice ring to it.
By evening he invited her over to his place for a few more drinks and spoke for over an hour. On the couch they smiled, they laughed, and enjoyed each other's company despite the age difference. Helen thought this was going great; a casual conversation with a man for the first time in a long time, reminding her of her younger days. From out of nowhere, Nick asked her something she wasn't prepared to hear from his mouth.
"Do you like to dance?" He asked.
"Um, sure," said Helen, feeling a bit awkward when he asked. "Why do you ask?"
"I like to dance. So, dance with me."
"I-I don't know if I can."
"Sure you can."
Nick rose from the couch, approaching the CD stereo directly behind her, picking out whatever disc that seemed appropriate for the occasion.
"It'll be fun," he said.
"It's been so long and I don't have my dancing shoes on."
"You don't need any dancing shoes."
Helen didn't have any shoes on at all. She came here wearing sandals and slipped those off next to the flip flops he wore.
"It's not so hard," said Nick, "it's like riding a bike."
Helen hadn't danced or rode a bike in ages. Nick turned on his CD stereo and to Helen's luck the first song played was an old song from her past. He didn't waste any time offering his hand to her to join him on the floor.
"Shall we?" He asked.
"No, I couldn't," said Helen, trying to change the subject. "I don't want to embarrass you or myself."
"You won't embarrass me. Come on, just follow my lead."
What could she do? Helen took Nick's hand, allowing him to help her off the couch. She followed his lead, listening to his instructions. They started off slowly one step at a time barefoot on the carpeted floor. Soon it got heated once he shook his hips and Helen following along, immediately enjoying herself. Nick then twirled her around and suddenly Helen felt she could command the dance floor on her own.
It all ended when Nick gave her an old fashioned dip. Helen felt like she was in heaven right about now. Nick stood her up straight, looking at her eyes while they both shared a laugh and gasped for breath.
"You're a natural," said Nick.
"I am a quick learner," said Helen.
Nick brushed her gray hair aside, telling her how beautiful she was. Helen didn't know whether to be happy or burst into tears. Soon she made the first move, kissing him straight on his lips.
"I'm sorry," said Helen, "I don't know what came over me."
"It's all right," said Nick, "I thought of kissing you first."
"Oh."
Once the music stopped, Nick took her hand, leading her straight into his bedroom. Helen was nervous at first, as if she was about to lose her virginity all over again. Gently, Nick took her top off and she took his, getting a feel of his hard chiseled chest. The first kiss from him nearly made her weak in the knees. She was kissed like she'd never been kissed before; sweet, gentle, and especially wet.
Nick sat her down on the bed, unbuttoning her jeans and tossing them aside. With his pants already off, his big cock was already bulging in his underwear right in front of her, leaving Helen excited. They were about to begin until Nick opened up his laptop, punching in a few keys.
"What are you doing?" Helen asked.
"Nothing," said Nick, "just checking my e-mail."
"Now? Perfect timing."
"Yeah, it's best to do it now while I still remember."
"Don't take too long."
"I'm done. Now, where were we?"
"Aren't you going to close up your computer."
"No, it's good."
It was all a lie. Nick actually turned on the camera from his laptop, ready to film all the action. Helen was not the first to be filmed. He had an entire collection hidden in his security box, tucked safely under his bed.
"Hold it," said Helen, "what is that light?"
"Nothing."
"Is that a camera? Are you filming us?"
"No, of course not."
"Come on, Nick. I may be old but I'm not stupid."
Nick realized the jig was up and there was no hope in denying what he really did. He felt embarrassed after his plan was all out in the open.
"I'm sorry, he said, "it was just a force of habit. I'll turn it off, but if you're mad at me and want to leave, I understand."
Helen had no intention of leaving just yet, and she wasn't going to let this little setback ruin her evening.
"No," she said, "it's all right. I don't mind."
"What?" Said Nick, looking surprised.
"I don't mind."
"Helen, are you sure? You're fine with it?"
"Leave it on, but on one condition."
"What's that?"
"I want my own personal copy so I could show my friends."
Nick never had any request like this before, due to the fact he'd been careful and used video cameras in the past, hidden well from any of the women he invited to his bed.
"I", said Nick, "I think we can work that out."
