I was enchanted by the gray-haired lady, or was I obsessed?
She was in my bed yesterday; what an amazing lover. Slim, tight ass, perky breasts, and a talented mouth; the thoughts of her drove me crazy. What a youthful and sexy woman at sixty-eight years old.
The next day, Wednesday, I was anxious to behold her, watch her jog down the shoreline, or greet me on the dune. However, she wasn’t at the beach all day, and yet all I can think of was Linda. I wondered if my wife noticed how distracted I was, but fortunately, she didn’t.
A sad thought had crossed my mind, what if she left the shore town? She had given me her cell number, so I thought to text her but hesitated. I was afraid to click the send button. I entered her number three times, and three times did not click send. Wine helped that evening, but I dreamed of the gray-haired lady.
Thursday, my heart leaped with joy. There was Linda walking up the access path near her home. The sunrise was spectacular, yet seeing her was much better. However, my heart crashed suddenly. She was walking with an older man, presumably the one that gave her the large diamond ring on her finger. He appeared much older than her, but distinguished and handsome. I knew she saw me, but instead of a wave or smile, she ignored me.
Two days earlier, we had shared a seltzer and bed, but now it was like we didn’t exist. Our sex was amazing, and now the memory will be filed away in my brain as fodder for my fantasies.
She walked hand in hand with the older man, giving him a kiss by the ocean. I saw all this; I could not take my eyes off her. I knew I was being creepy, but I felt like a jilted lover. I reminded myself that in a few days we will head home, yet there I was sneaking glances whenever I could. I was driving myself mad!
Later that same day, my cell phone buzzed and I looked at the text, with my wife reading next to me on the beach. The text was from “GHL”, my code for Linda. My wife looked over, so I could not read her message. She returned to her book, and I got up and walked to the ocean and, as nonchalantly as I could, I read the message.
“Hello Thomas, Tom. Miss me? My husband will be taking his afternoon nap soon, want to play with me again?”
I replied, this time acting cool and confident, “Yes.”
Such a lame response. I have been out of the seduction game for way too long. So much for being cool and confident. Besides, my hand was shaking, not very calm, are you, Tom?
She replied, “Great, I’ll meet you by your house in twenty minutes, and bring that nice cock with you and a lime seltzer too.”
Now I was shaking from nerves and excitement. Hopefully, my wife didn’t notice.
As I walk back to my chair, she asked, “Another text from the office? Can’t they manage without you?”
I replied, “I guess not. I will have to go back soon and reply to an urgent email. I am sorry.”
She answered, “Ok, I’ll walk back with you, I have to go to the bathroom.” And added, “Do we have any seltzers left?”
Damn, I tried to think fast to alert Linda. I couldn’t text Linda so off we went. Hopefully, Linda will see us together, but will she head back to the beach, abandoning our sexual liaison?
We crested the top of the dune on the access path, and there was Linda. She looked incredible, wearing her one-piece bathing suit and a translucent wrap. She understood what was happening and walked past us, heading up the street. I desperately wanted to pass a signal that my wife would leave the house in a few minutes, and maybe my look did just that.
Thank goodness for women’s intuition. As soon as my wife went back to the beach, there was Linda, waiting.
I walked up the access path to make sure that my wife was sitting reading her book and the kids were playing with the others on the beach. They were, and the fact that my wife took her pee break meant she wasn’t going to return to the house for hours.
Linda went straight for the kitchen, like it was hers, took a lime seltzer for herself, and handed me another. She opened the can and took a big gulp, and then said, “I need you, Tom. Let’s go upstairs.”
Why does this sexy lady “need” me? The answer didn’t matter. She needed me, and I certainly needed her, my gray-haired lady.
Once upstairs, we practically ripped each other’s clothes off. We were hungry, in fact, I was starving for sex. We kissed like passionate lovers, then I went for her perky breasts, giving both nipples equal attention. Her moans told me that she was enjoying my light bites and licks. I remembered how hot she became when I licked her belly button. She grabbed my head, keeping my focus on her special erotic zone.
I didn’t mind the extra time licking her belly button, feeling her body wiggling, and listening to her moans. This was heaven to me and to her, apparently.
She loosened her grip on my head, so I moved lower, kissing and licking her inner thigh and then her very wet pussy lips. However, she was long past ready, and pushed me onto the bed and took my hard cock in her hands, and began stroking my shaft. Then I felt her mouth, her tongue, licking my shaft and cock head. We were in an erotic frenzy. I tried hard not to cum, but I wanted to, desperately. This was the second time I received oral sex in many years. However, I also wanted to fuck this vixen hard and fast.
I reluctantly withdrew and rolled her onto her back. Our lips met for another long, passionate kiss as I positioned my aching cock over her wet, hungry pussy. I pressed my cock hard against her pussy and then, harder still, I pushed inside her. I hit her cervix immediately and she moaned loud, very loudly. I didn’t care who heard; I wanted to fuck Linda hard.
We fucked so hard I thought the bed would break. Her moans were constant and loud. I couldn’t hold it any longer; I came strong. Sad to think, this was the second time I had cum hard inside a woman in many years. I resolved to find a lover to share my powerful, overwhelming need for passion.
I was still hard when I withdrew from Linda’s pussy. She rolled me over and immediately provided me with another incredible oral experience. She sucked and licked my cock, tasting the remnants of my seed and her own juices. She was a woman possessed. I came again, this time in her mouth.
We rolled off each other and we shared a soft, sensual cuddle. We fought the urge to fall asleep.
Eventually, we sat up and drank more of the seltzer. I couldn’t help myself; I asked who was the man walking with her earlier. As I suspected, it was her husband, fifteen years older. He had dementia. I felt sorry for her and realized that she was a vibrant and healthy woman, still needing and craving sex.
I asked her where she lived, holding out hope that we would become lovers. She said they lived three hours from me, and I thought that this was an easy drive for such a great reward. She might have sensed where this conversation was going, kissed me again, softly, and said her husband would soon be awake.
She finished the rest of the drink and got dressed. We kissed again and then she was gone. She left the shore that night.
