Many years ago one of the hottest things that ever happened to me, became the start of a lifelong relationship that has been hotter and sexier than any of my life. Until that moment my relationship with this woman had been loving and tender, but never sexual; until that moment. I had always viewed her as sexy, but she was not for me. She was actually married to someone else, off limits, out of my reach, not to mention out of my age range. She was older than me by a couple of decades, but I had had a few lovers that had been older than me, one or two even by more years than her. I often wondered if maybe that might have been a thing for me, older women. She reminded me of my first real relationship, much earlier in life, with a woman named Beth.
I met Beth through mutual friends, in my second year of college. She was older, by quite a lot! My feelings for her had developed kind of quickly, which I found a bit startling. Bear in mind I was 22 years old, in school, surrounded by other students, young college professors, trying to get established. There were always weekend parties, with disparate groups of young people from all over the world, and not a few lovely young women who were game for a laugh. Beth was by then 73 years old! She was slender, even willowy, tall and elegant, confident and very self-assured about what she wanted. As it turned out, she wanted me. I went with her the first day she beckoned.
Beth worked part-time on campus and an art historian. She had worked in the art world her entire career, and was on the board of the local modern art museum. She 'dabbled' a bit in oil painting herself. I was taking a required art history class, not my greatest area of interest, but one day when Beth covered a course I was fully attentive. She was such an authority, spoke with such expertise and passion, that I was rapt. She wore a lovely print summer dress, cut just above the knee, a bit of cleavage with a lacy but elaborate pendant that hung between her breasts enticingly. She was describing the manner in which painters between the wars, represented the female nude, from Paris to Berlin. Weimar Germany was awash in "Freedom of expression", which would land many of the most radical artists into trouble with the Nazis.
I had questions about her lecture on Weimar Germany that day, so stayed after a bit and we chatted at length. So long in fact that as the following class was filing in we had to be ushered out. Our conversation continued as we strolled to the local coffee bar. It was pouring rain and we had darted from cover to cover my trying gallantly to cover her head with my jacket. The coffee shop was almost deserted. From there, we somehow had magically transported to her kitchen where our conversation continued through a light supper.
When at last the conversation lulled, we simply sat there gazing at each other.
"Would it be very wrong of me," she began after a long silence, "to tell you that I find you very attractive?" I was somewhat taken aback, but replied,
"Not if I can say the same."
She stood to take our plates, and slowly bent down to kiss my mouth. She simply set them in the sink and returned to her seat.
"And if I were to admit, ..." she paused, gazing intently into my eyes, "that I would love to have you lead me upstairs, ... to my bed, ... and make love to me?" My head had rightfully fallen off, but led her I did.
Beth and I remained frequent lovers through the balance of my college career. I learned more about art from her than the university could have ever taught me in 4 years. She was fascinating, scholarly, but also naughty and fun! Beth was heaven in bed! After a life spent with 2 husbands, both dead now, and a slew of lovers, some short-term, 2 long-term, she knew, and asked for, what she wanted. She also enjoyed, and knew exceedingly well, how to give pleasure! She sucked me so perfectly! Deep and loving. She very much enjoyed the taste of my cum; she noted that she didn't enjoy some others, and wasn't shy about letting them know it.
Beth had the body of maybe a 60 year old, but it turned me on so much!! Her slender form had an exquisite shape, tiny waist with a surprisingly shapely but pliable bottom. Her breasts had probably been a B-cup her entire life, and though they sagged just a bit carried the most perfect nipples, which she delighted in having them gently suckled. Her skin was a bit loose with the years, but it remained silky soft and heaven to touch and caress. I didn't connect until many years later that she reminded me of my own mother, a very surprising revelation.
Beth and I spent a long loving, rather melancholic weekend together, after graduation, just before my departure for the west coast. We had actually grown in love, but she had always kept a practical view of our relationship, recognizing its temporal nature from the first. Not that she wasn't sad at our parting; she would admit so in a letter much later in her life. She admitted that she spent a week in tears after I left.
Many years later I spent a week in tears when I received news that she had passed away. It was only then that I realized what she had meant to me, how much I had loved her. I attended the memorial service for her in New York, wherein I met three of her closest girlfriends. Quietly and independently, they had each taken me aside to let me know that Beth had related to them the intimate details of our love life, years earlier. Beth had apparently told them practically every detail of our intercourse. It was surprising, and oddly exciting, that these women knew such intimate things about me and my abilities in bed. The last, Candace, had actually been one of Beth's lovers as well. She admitted her firsthand knowledge into the exquisite details of Beth's body, how she responded to certain stimulation, and how wonderful she was giving oral pleasure. Candace and I shared a quiet, rather erotic chat in the corner of the service. Both of us were rather worked up when we stood to part.
"It's a shame that we never met earlier, even when you and Beth were together." She had whispered. "It would have been quite an experience to have joined you two in bed." She whispered. I heaved a deep, aroused sigh.
"That," I whispered back, "would have been quite an incredible experience." Candace grinned widely, biting her thumb, obviously aroused at the idea. I took in her shape, this beautiful woman in her mid-eighties; full curvy figure with beautiful full breasts. It occurred to me that I could take her upstairs right now if I chose. She was fairly offering herself to me with her eyes.
"I fear that my thoughts of Beth would dampen our evening though." I admitted. Candace immediately agreed. We were here for Beth and it seemed wrong to indulge without her. I did however, take Candace into my arms and kiss her passionately on the lips. Her tongue responded in a moment. "But I will," I whispered to her, "Spend a while in bed tonight, thinking of what it would have been like then, or right now, to make love to you for hours. You are very beautiful and sexy." She was practically panting as she kissed me one more time. She admitted the same. I gave Candace another hug as I passed her in the lobby the following morning, as I departed.
"You were incredible last night, in my thoughts." She whispered.
"You were even better." I joked back with a wink.
After my university on the east coast, I then completed graduate school with a degree in Construction Management from a prestigious university in California. I then spent a years working my way slowly up the ranks; too slowly for my taste. By the time I was 32, I was ready to break free and really try something new. To the shock of everyone, including me, I took a position in Saudi Arabia, building an enormous university. I was handsomely paid and hop scotched up a number of rungs, in this one move. The work was thrilling, the design was cutting edge. The amateur nature of the work labor force however, was incredibly frustrating. No one in the field knew anything about what they were doing; utterly unskilled.
I was also frustrated by the lack of contact with anything resembling a female. Saudi Arabia is an incredibly tightly controlled, rather backwards society, wherein no man may speak to, or have contact with a female who is not a blood relation or his wife. They were not kidding about this. The Mutawa, or the religious police, were always on the lookout for such illicit contact. This had an disastrous impact on any love life I might have had.
Skype was my saving grace in those years. I would use it to chat with friends and my mother, thrilling to that annoying boop bee boop sound of a call coming through. I spent long hours sitting on my couch chatting with people, watching them on my big screen.
By my second year in the country I was feeling very lonely. I had to take trips out of the country every 90 days to renew my visa, so would fly to somewhere fun for a week of R&R. This produced an occasional fling with a woman, but nothing meaningful. This was soon going to be my second birthday alone in my apartment. I would go out to dinner with friends, but that wasn't really how I liked to spend my birthday.
Typically it would be in the company of female company, either my current girlfriend, thought they never lasted that long, or in the company of another female. I had occasionally hired a stripper or an escort for the evening to entertain me. My male friends had often taken me out to strip clubs for my birthday. It was fun and a goof, but never all that satisfying. I much preferred the company of a woman I was dating. This was going to be the second year in a row wherein I would be stuck in Riyadh with no female company at all. In the days leading up to my birthday I had whined this complaint to my mother, who was mildly sympathetic.
"Perhaps you can Skype with a girlfriend, who might, ... entertain you, ... that way." She had offered. I admitted that I didn't know anyone that was willing to do that, at the moment.
"No one loves me enough for that." I joked. We both laughed a bit. She asked what kind of 'entertainment' I had proffered for myself in the past when no one 'loved me enough' to do it for free. I told her some vague details of some of the strippers and escorts I had hired in the past, not really wanting to get into the details with my mother. She continued to press for details as we chatted.
After 20 minutes of her interrogation I was offering her some fairly graphic details of my past experiences. Mostly it had been looking and some light touching. I was shocked when Mom asked if I had an sex with any of these girls.
"I don't mean to pry, ..." she began.
"Oh yes you do!" I countered. She was thoughtful for a moment.
