Part III
One of the guarantees of growing old is that, at least once during the night, you will have to get up to use the bathroom. After I finished in the bathroom, I looked at Arlene. The dim light hid any signs of age. There before me was a womanly figure underneath the sheets. I could only see the outline of Arlene’s body. Still naked, I just stared at her admiring her large boobs but also appreciated who she was. Arlene was cultured, but not snooty. Further, from her many supportive comments in chats before we met, she made me feel better about myself.
I don’t like sleeping in the nude. I found a pair of boxes and crawled back into bed. Even though I was as quiet as I could be, Arlene awoke. She kissed me and then excused herself. Some during the night, she had put her panties back. I watched those panties as they walked away.
When Arlene reentered the room, she said, “Well, hello, handsome.” She crawled into bed next to me. She started kissing me, and in no time, her hand lay upon my cock. She started stroking me. The pills had fully kicked, and I was hard in no time.
I started to play with her pussy, but she pushed my hand away and said, “Just relax.” She straddled me, not over my cock but my waist. She rubbed my chest and lightly drew her fingernails over my nipples. She leaned down to kiss me, but the kiss did not last long, as it was just too awkward for our older bodies to remain lip-locked in that position.
Nimbly, she got between my legs and pulled off my boxes. I was pointing straight up. Arlene leaned down and started sucking my shaft. I hadn’t had a middle-of-the-night blow job since Obama’s first time. I followed her advice and just let it happen.
Guys with huge dicks have one disadvantage, they can never be fully deep-throated (at least by most women). When all of me disappears inside a woman’s mouth, it just feels so right or, in military vernacular, “mission accomplished.” (Incidentally, from time to time, purely out of scientific curiosity, I’ve wondered what it feels like to have a mouth full of cock and have it explode down my throat but I will leave that thought for another day).
Arlene picked up the pace. She stopped and fingered herself briefly. She ran a wet finger on my lips and kissed me. I wanted her to straddle me, but she had other plans. She returned to her sucking. She was laser-focused on giving the best blowjob I had in the past decade. I usually last with blowjobs, but a small part of me wanted to get back to sleep, so I didn’t hold back and exploded. Arlene swallowed it all. We cuddled and wordlessly drifted back to sleep.
The next day, we had breakfast in our room. Arlene enjoyed her bagel with coffee. For me, bagel or toast, breakfast includes a glass of milk. As planned, we took the subway to Battery Park to board the boat to the Statue of Liberty. We took pictures of each other. Arlene and I grew up well before “selfie” was a thing. One of the joys of travel is asking some stranger to take your picture. We asked a few strangers to take our picture. All were happy to do so, and I think seeing an older couple out enjoying life and each other warmed their hearts.