2 comments/  31158 views/  7 favorites

As Time Goes

By: Victor C. Anderson



"Judy? Sandy? Is that you?" Jean had not expected to have either her daughter or her employee arrive home that evening, especially so early. It was not even 9:00!

"It's me, boss." Sandy said dejectedly as she entered the living room.

Lionel, seated in his leather wing chair, looked askance at Sandy, then at Jean. Sandy's love life was none of his business. He also believed it to be none of Jean's business either. Sandy was wearing a sleeveless chemise whose hem barely cleared her ass, revealing the long, shapely legs that made her the wet dream of Lionel, Alistair, her boyfriend Harry, Lyle and his seven brothers at the Hardcastle estate. She plopped into the upholstered wing chair, crossing those legs and looking at the couple she now regarded as foster parents. Lionel was hiding behind his newspaper while Jean was looking at her expectantly.

"It's the same thing all over again, boss! Harry and I go out for the evening, which means going to a pub where he and his football mates drink beer, sing naughty songs, and talk football all night. And tonight Harry got so drunk he passed out!" Sandy was very, very angry.

"Poor Sandy!" Jean intoned. Before she could say anything else, the front door slammed again. "Judy, is that you?"

"Yeah, Mum," her daughter said as she entered the living room. Surprise registered on her face as she saw Sandy, then the two shared knowing looks.

"You too?" Sandy asked.

Judy sat on the couch next to her mother. "Yeah. Same thing. We go out to dinner and Alistair spent more time talking into his mobile phone than he did to me! Why? He doesn't have to impress me anymore! I'm his for the asking!" The silence was palpable as Judy fumed. She looked at Sandy. "What's up with Harry?"

Sandy sighed. "Nothing. Beer, football, mates. He got so drunk he couldn't even fuck me. And I really need to be fucked!"

"Sandy!" Jean chastised, tilting her head toward Lionel, who now held the newspaper up as a shield.

Sandy looked toward Lionel. "Aww, poor Lionel. I believe he doesn't hear such language from men." She then looked at Jean. "But boss, I really meant it. You've got Lionel. Judy and I've got boyfriends more interested in themselves or their buddies than in us. I haven't had a hard dick in my pussy for three weeks! I've even been thinking about how to take on Lyle and his brothers! If it wasn't for Judy, I'd be a basket case by now!"

Jean's eyes widened and her brows arched. Lionel dropped his paper, matched by his dropped jaw. For the first time in over a decade, Judy and Sandy both blushed, realizing they had let the first of many cats out of the bag. "Judy. ... You. ..." Jean said, looking from one to the other.

Judy spoke. "Look, Mum. We're all adults here. You have two young, sexually active women sharing the same bedroom and neither of us getting enough from our boyfriends. This is an old house with paper-thin walls. How do you think we feel hearing you and Lionel rutting next door when neither of us have had it in nearly a month?'

"Your mother and I make love," Lionel defended himself and his wife. "We do not rut."

"Yes," Jean added indignantly. "We may get ... enthusiastic. But rutting?"

Judy got up and sat on the arm of Lionel's chair, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "Sorry, Lionel." She turned to face her mother. "But you two don't leave much to the imagination."

Jean looked at her, her imagination now much engaged. "Er ... uh ... Exactly what do ... who does ... Oh my, I'm beginning to sound like your Aunt Penny!"

"Well boss," Sandy joined in, "sometimes Judy is Lionel and sometimes I am."

Lionel looked at Sandy, his jaw, only recently closed, dropping again. Jean looked at the younger women with a mixture of shock and pique. "Is Lionel?"

"Yeah, mum," Judy continues. "We got this big strap-on. Whoever wears it we pretend is Lionel jolly rogering the other one of us." Lionel's jaw dropped ever further, if possible. Jean's shock subsided to her pique.

Sandy looked at Judy, sitting on the arm of Lionel's chair, her arm around the top of the chair. "You know, Judy, now that Lionel and Jean knows about us, why can't we use the real thing?"

Judy looked at Sandy, then Lionel, then back at Sandy, Cheshire cat smiles spreading across both faces. Lionel's visage reflected his usual incomprehension of women's talk, especially young women. But Jean realized what they were suggesting--and she was not pleased!

"Judy, Lionel is your stepfather. Sandy, Lionel is your boss's--your boss's--husband. Thou shall not fuck thy stepfather nor thy boss's husband. In this house, that's the gospel!"

"Aww, boss," Sandy moaned in false despair.

"Aww, mum," Judy mimicked.

"Besides," Jean continued, "Lionel's over 60."

"What do you mean by that!" Lionel objected.

"Well ..." Jean rejoined, giving him one of her now famous looks.

"I may not be as studly as Harry or Alistair," Lionel huffed, "but I think I could hold by own with either of these young ladies."

"Oh, could you now?" Jean countered. "I'm tempted to let them at you!"

"Oh could we, mum? Could we? Could we?" Judy cried in mock excitement.

"Yeah, boss," Sandy joined in. "We won't hurt him! Promise!"

Lionel didn't know whether to be hurt or flattered. He snapped his paper in a huff and pretended to be reading. Jean tried being diplomatic. "Alright, girls, let's be serious. Lionel is a ... an adequate lover ... for a man his age." Lionel snapped his paper again. "Oh, Lionel, will you stop that! As I was saying, Lionel is an adequate lover for a man of his age. But he is a man of his age!"

At this Lionel stood up abruptly. "Well, if you ladies will excuse me, I will try to totter off to bed before I fall asleep and you have to throw a shawl over me!"

Sandy came over to him and threw her arms around his neck. "I don't think you're pass it, Lionel. And boss's husband or no boss's husband, you could exert your studly wiles on me anytime." She then pressed herself against him and Frenched him. She broke the kiss only after she felt a certain pressure on her crotch from his. Turning toward Jean she smiled, "I don't think either of you are going to get any sleep right away." She then sauntered out of the room.

Jean looked at the tent in Lionel's pants, conflicted over whether to be glad it was there or angry at how it got there. Judy looked at the same tent, then repeated Sandy's kiss. "If Mum is not available, Lionel, let's just keep it in the family." She let the back of her hand brush against his cock as she too left the room.

Jean stood, not pleased with either the performances of the young women, or the smirk on Lionel's face. "Well, studly, let's see how good your wiles are tonight!" She then sashayed out of the living room, switching her hips as much as she could.

    ***

Sandy had just helped Judy cinch the strap-on in place when the first of a night long of 'Oh Lionel's rent the air. The two women smiled at each other. "Who do you think he's thinking of, you or me?" Judy asked.

"Maybe both of us."

"We're talking about Lionel, not Alistair."

Sandy slapped Judy on the butt, their signal that she was ready. "I don't know, Judy. He never showed any real interest in me, and you went out with him." Sandy reclined on the bed, spreading her legs and her arms. "We can talk about them later. I need to squeeze my cunt around something long and hard."

Judy climbed on the bed and guided the dildo into her friend. Theirs was a double-ended dildo with a good five inches inside of Judy. Over the months, they had experimented with a variety of harnesses and had settled on one which stimulated both their vaginal lips as they moved against each other. Sandy wrapped her legs around Judy's waist, locking her ankles over the small of Judy's back and squeezing her pussy around the nearly flesh-like dildo inside of her. She opened her mouth to Judy's tongue, running her hands over Judy's back. At most other times, Sandy would have enjoyed the sensation of lesbian love--the feel of soft breasts against her own, the nearly hairlessness of Judy's body compared to Harry--well-named! But she had been without a man for three weeks! And only a drunken Harry then! She wanted a real cock in her pussy. She wanted to feel the way a man drives himself into a woman, a sensation no woman can ever truly mimic. She wanted to feel rougher lips on hers than another woman's. She wanted to feel the rasp of stubble against her cheek. Like she'd said: she needed to be fucked! And that need was increased by Jean's screaming "Oh Lionel' again and again!

     ***

Jean could not remember seeing Lionel so randy. Surely he must have been so during their affair in 1953. After all, he was a 21-year old lieutenant shipping out to Korea. But not since they had rediscovered each other. She considered wearing a nightgown--no need to lessen his ardor by showing her sixtyish body. If he wants to imagine he's fucking Sandy or Judy, why spoil it? But she too wanted the feel of manflesh against womanflesh. She too wanted to feel the rasp of his five-o'clock shadow, now a nine-thirty beard. She wanted to feel the hairyness of his chest against her aroused nipples. And she wanted to feel the sweat of his lovemaking. No nightgown.

Lionel was feeling more randy than he had in ages. Ages! He could still taste both women on his lips, smell them just by sniffing. As he looked at Jean he felt a twinge of guilt as he recalled the way Sandy pressed against him. Just a twinge. Jean was a good fuck for a woman of her age. But like she said, she was a woman of her age as much as he was a man of his. He had a fleeting moment of regret that he had not seduced Judith when he went out with her. Damn that trick knee of his! He really wanted to walk down the hall and give Sandy and Judy the real Lionel. But there was his wife, laying in the bed naked--naked!--with her legs spread. Jean never was so obvious! And look at him, standing there in his birthday suit with a horn he never sported in Africa! She was his wife, and she wanted servicing. Duty was calling. He had served England before, and he would serve it again. He marched to the bed and climbed on top of Jean. As his pubic hair meshed with hers and his balls kissed her ass for the first time that night, the first of Jean's 'Oh Lionel's escaped her.

      ***

Something's wrong here, Judy thought. She had been riding Sandy for quite a while and the blonde had not come once. She, on the other hand, had flooded the harness. Her own pussy was not convulsing around her end of the dildo. Sandy's bucking had become rather mechanical, as was the way she dug her heels into Judy's ass to spur her on. Judy buried the dildo in her friend and pushed up on her hands, looking into Sandy's blue eyes. Sandy stared back blankly.

"You're not enjoying this, are you?" Judy asked.

Sandy unwrapped her legs. "No, not really."

Judy pulled out and flopped on her back next to Sandy. The dildo pointed straight up, looking rather ridiculous coming from Judy's wide hips. Butch she ain't. Sandy turned her head and looked at her. "Sorry, Judy, it's not you. ... I just need to be fucked by a man."

"Yeah, I know," Judy said, absent-mindedly stroking her faux-cock. The more she jacked off, the more the butt end of the cock and the butterfly fitting of the harness stimulated her pussy. Soon she was jacking off like a school boy. The image of a pretty woman with full breasts, smooth skin, wide hips and shapely legs jacking a respectable size plastic cock was so incongruous that Sandy could not help but break into paroxysms of laughter. Judy looked at her, realizing how ridiculous she must look, but could not fight the pleasure she was giving herself. She just smiled deliriously and kept pumping the dildo. Sandy reached over and fisted the top of the fake phallus, moving her hand in rhythm with Judy. She rolled over so that she was on her side, facing Judy, their bodies touching from shoulder to toe, both intent on giving Judy pleasure.

      ***

"Oh, Lionel!" Jean cried for the last time as Lionel came inside her, collapsing from the force of his discharge. It was several moments before he was able to pull out and roll on his back. The room reverberated with their heavy breathing. Jean was the first to recover enough to speak. "Oh, Lionel! What studly wiles you wield!"

Lionel only smiled--smirked! He'd done alright for a sixty-something geezer! He got up to go to the bathroom, passing the young women's open door. While not a voyeur, an open door is an open door. Lionel glanced in while passing and stopped in his tracks. Although the room was dark, enough light filtered in through the window for him to see one of the women flat on her back with what looked like a cock pointing skyward where her pussy should be. She was busily jacking her cock, much as he had done as a boy. And not by herself! The other woman, on the far side of the bed, was leaning over her, one hand on the ersatz dick, pumping in unison. Suddenly both women looked at the open door. Lionel quickly scurried to the loo, hoping he hadn't been seen in the darkened hallway.

    ***

"Do you think it was Jean or Lionel?" Sandy asked.

"I don't know," Judy replied. "But whoever it was will have to come back this way." She got out of bed and began unstrapping the harness. Sandy joined her, unhooking hooks, unsnapping snaps. When it was time to remove the cock from Judy's pussy, both women grabbed it and rubbed the harness against the brunette, eliciting a final sigh. Just then they heard footfalls. Their eyes accustomed to the dark, they smiled to themselves as they saw Lionel tiptoeing back to his bedroom. Judy waited a decent interval before going to the bathroom to clean herself and the strap-on.

***

Even in the dark Jean could sense that Lionel was pale and shaken. "What's wrong?"

"You don't want to know."

"If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked," Jean countered, her pique lessening the sexual high she was experiencing. Lionel said nothing. "Well?" Jean insisted.

"Remember when you asked the girls who did what to whom?

"Yes. ... Oh!"

"Well, let me explain that I wasn't spying on them. It's just that their room is between here and the bathroom and their door was open and I just happen to glance into the room and ... well ... It was all different than what I had imagined."

"Different? How?" And what were you imagining!

"I can't really explain it. Let's just say that their Lionel does things I haven't done since I was in knee pants, and their Lionel does it in much more enjoyable circumstances than I ever enjoyed."

"Oh," was all Jean could say. As Lionel began a deep slumber, Jean remained awake, her pussy tingling not only from the fucking she'd just received, but by imagining what Judy and Sandy were doing that so unnerved Lionel.

      ***

Judy and Sandy were in the kitchen drinking coffee when Jean and Lionel came down to breakfast. All were wearing robes; the young women were naked underneath theirs, Jean wore a nightgown, Lionel pajamas. Everyone looked at everyone else as if he or she was the cat that ate the canary. As Judy and Sandy had commanded chairs at diagonally opposite corners of the table, Lionel would have to sit next to one of them, or stand. He stood. Jean poured coffee for both of them, handing him his cup as she sat at the corner nearest him on the same side as Sandy. The young women looked at her, then at each other, then at Lionel, then at Jean, then at each other again, their grins turning to smiles turning to smirks turning to girlish giggling. Laughter shakes the body and their giggling made it very evident that there was nothing underneath their robes to restrain breasts from moving. For the second time in less than twelve hours, Lionel again tented his clothing.

"Aww, Mum," Judy mock-whined as she looked at her stepfather. "I thought you took care of Lionel last night?" The other two ladies looked at Lionel, observing what Judy saw.

"I ... I did!" Jean stammered. She threw Lionel a dirty look, wondering how he could be aroused after last night. Even if he was in the presence of two young attractive nearly nude women, last night should have satisfied a man one-third his age.

"Come here, Lionel," Judy said, putting down her cup. Lionel hesitated, not exactly sure what would happen to him. "Come on, Lionel," Judy restated. Lionel took the three steps that brought him next to Judy. She parted his robe and pajama bottom in one motion, freeing his dick. Lionel nearly dropped his cup as Judy gripped him and swallowed the head of his cock. Jean's jaw did drop as she watched her first blow job. And by her daughter on her husband!

Judy gripped Lionel's cock firmly, more to keep him from pulling away than for any sensual reason. She circled the head with her tongue, noting that all those custard tarts Lionel eats gave his cock the same flavor. She palmed his balls with her other hand, then deep-throated him. She was debating whether to have him cum in her mouth or remain hard enough to service her mother when Sandy began speaking.

"Judy's really good at that." Jean now threw Sandy a dirty look, thinking she was insulting her daughter. But one look at the loving, even envious, way Sandy was watching Judy suck Lionel changed Jean's mind. For her generation, such an act was unspeakable and detestable. She had never even thought of doing that to Lionel--or any other man! And no gentleman would expect that from a lady! At least no gentleman she had ever been with. "I tried it several times, even with Harry," Sandy continued. "But somehow the blokes just want to fuck me and that's it. It's like I'm some sort of trophy and getting to poke their dicks in me is prize enough."

By now Judy had decided that she would let her mother finish Lionel and stopped sucking, tucking his dick back in his pajamas. It would not stay, seeking the presence of pussy. "I think you better take Lionel upstairs, Mum," Judy smiled, proud of her mouthwork.

Jean wasn't ready to be ridden again. Last night was wonderful, but the lips of her pussy still hadn't closed. Sex now would be lying back and thinking of England. Before she had a chance to say anything, Sandy got up and held out the remaining chair. "Sit down, Lionel." Again Lionel hesitated, looking to his wife for guidance. Jean merely shrugged, not knowing what her secretary had in mind. Lionel went to the chair and sat, the movement causing his cock to stand straight up through his pajamas. Without fanfare, Sandy straddled him and sank herself on his manhood. She squeezed her cunt muscles around him, turning to Judy. "Now this is more like it! A real man with a real cock!" She unbuttoned his pajama top and opened her robe, pressing her naked body to his as she began bouncing up and down on his lap. The feel of her breasts against his chest, her cunt around his cock, the exhilaration of her youthfulness, all combined to make Lionel cum.

Sandy settled in his lap, milking his cock and trying to keep it hard. But as Jean had said and thought, he was a man of a certain age who had performed more in twelve hours than a lad in his late teens. He became soft and slipped out of the blonde. Sandy stood and kissed him deeply, then returned to her chair, crossing her legs to keep his jism from pooling on the seat. Turning to her startled boss, she half-apologized. "Sorry, boss. Had to break your commandment. Have one of my own: Thou shall not deny a hard cock to a needy cunt. And mine was needy!"

Jean looked from Sandy to Lionel to Judy. Satisfied employee, satisfied husband, satisfied daughter. Satisfied boss, wife and mother. "Who wants pancakes for breakfast?" she asked.

    -000-

As Time Goes By



My this breeze feels good in the afternoon heat, she thought while slowly swinging on the porch swing.

She being Rose Snow, a 58 year old widow and high school history teacher.

Above the drone of her thoughts she heard a car come up the street, slow down, and pull into her driveway.

Turning her head slightly she verified that a car was indeed sitting in her driveway but she didn't recognize the car and the tint on the car windows prevented her from seeing the occupant.

Rising rather reluctantly, she moved over to the porch steps as the car door opened and a man's legs suddenly appeared.

When the man emerged, and stretched himself a smile appeared on her face as she recognized the young driver, greeted him with a wave of her hand, and said;

"Tony, your mother and father said not to expect you until sometime this evening when I spoke to them on the phone Friday."

He grinned and replied, "The traffic was light so I made better time then I expected, Aunt Rose," as he moved towards the porch, mounted the steps, and greeted this lovely and now gray haired friend of the family, whom he'd always called Aunt Rose, with a hug.

With her hands still on his waist she leaned back to look at him. My, she thought with warmth, he's almost a clone of his father with his 6 foot height, broad shoulders, and red hair. yet he has his mother's deep blue eyes and his smile is surely hers.

Reluctantly letting him go she moved towards the screen door and urged him to come inside, have a seat, and she would see to getting some iced tea for them.

He followed her into the living room all the while watching the graceful body of this friend and now landlady as she walked ahead of him.

The years had been kind to her. About 5'10" tall, he judged, and still as beautiful and graceful as ever. She seemed to glide across the room and yet her sun dress swayed with each step taken by her long slender legs. The only apparent sign of age was the graying hair bound in a loose ponytail gently laying against her back.

As she walked into the kitchen he moved about the room looking at the familiar photographs he'd seen many times before when he, his parents, brother and sister, came to visit during one holiday or another over the years,

Several of the photos were hanging on the wall next to the fireplace grouped to show her personal history: she and her parents, Sam and Harriet Swanson, when she was a young girl, her graduation from high school in 1958, Her graduation from Western University in 1962, and her marriage photograph at the church altar on the day she married Professor George Snow one month after graduation.

On the mantle another set of photographs were lined up: His mother and father, Frank and Maria St. Clair, on their wedding day at the same alter in 1982, the St Clair family over the years as each new St. Clair child was brought into the world, and finally all of the St Clairs' and Aunt Rose in front of the Snow home with its huge wrap around porch, taken by a friendly neighbor several years ago

Before he could move over to the mahogany end table to look at the photos there he heard Aunt Rose softly call his name as she entered from the kitchen and reached out to place a glass of cold iced tea in his hand.

Her movements across the red and blue afghan rug on the living room floor were just as graceful from the front as her back had been during her exit earlier. What had not been as apparent earlier was the gentle wobble of her breasts under her yellow sun dress.

This thought totally jarred young Tony and brought a slight blush to his cheeks as he lowered his head slightly to hide the redness from Aunt Roses' smiling glance. In all of his eighteen years he'd not ever thought of her in a sexual way. For God's sake; she was after all AUNT ROSE, family friend and a school teacher to boot.

Tony was amazed at the warmth of her hand as she touched his own hand while delivering up the glass of tea, and then taking him by the arm she escorted him to the sofa and with a nod indicated that he should join her.

Both placed their glasses atop coasters on the coffee table, a mahogany mate to the end table, and seated themselves on the sofa; he seated upright, and she with her legs drawn under her and a pillow in her lap in a position that only the female of the species can adopt with comfort.

"Whenever you want to, we'll get your things out of the car and get you moved into the back bedroom that you and you brother used on your visits. Its quiet so that you can study in peace and it's close to the back bathroom." Having said this, Rose took a small sip of her tea placed the glass on the coaster, dug her elbows into the pillow, and gently lowered her chin into her joined palms.

Said actions caused her dress to ride up on her thigh slightly and again cause a fluster in Tony as he tried not to stare at the exposed skin.

She pretended not to notice, just as she had pretended not to notice him staring at her breasts swaying as she entered from the kitchen, but she felt an inner smile, none the less.

"Your mother said that you made plans to attend Western University because of the electronic engineering courses and computer sciences. I'm glad that you were accepted., but are those the only reasons? Part of it wouldn't have to do with your parents having attended, Western would it?" Rose teased.

Having somewhat regained his composure and gotten his thoughts under control, he was able to affirm in a calm voice that perhaps all of what she said was true.

this brought a thought to mind and he reached to his back pocket withdrew his wallet and handed her a check.

"What's this then?" she snapped. "You don't have to give me any money. After George suffered his heart attack and died, his tenure at Western, his insurance, and investments, while not making me rich, left me comfortable, the house is paid for, and I certainly don't intend to take this check."

Tony broke into a grin, placed the check on the pillow and rebutted with, "Dad and mom said that would be your reply." They also ordered me to inform you that #1 I'll probably eat you out of house and home, #2 I'd be paying the money if I was staying on campus, and #3 if nothing else, use it to buy items your students need in class at school.

The last seemed to sway her thinking, to the end that she allowed herself to pick the check up and place it on the coffee table.

Tony's smile grew wider when he informed Rose that dad also had ordered him, under penalty of great pain, to give Rose any assistance she needed, such as mowing the grass, shoveling the snow, or whatever else she wanted done while he stayed with her.

Now it was Rose's turn to grin. She knew that was a harmless threat as Frank was the most kind and gentle man on earth, who had never administered corporal punishment to his children, but he did have a very devious mind and when the penalty was paid for an infraction, a beating sometimes would have been preferred.

Rising, she remarked that before he started bringing his things in it would be well to call home and let his mother and father know that he'd arrived safely. Putting words to action she walked over to the phone and dialed the St. Clairs. He knew that his mom was the one who answered as Aunt Rose immediately spoke, "Hello Maria, yes he just pulled in and he's safe and sound." They spoke for a few more minutes when she handed the phone to Tony with a "your mother and father want to speak to you," and went to the kitchen to refill the iced tea glasses so that Tony could have a little privacy in his conversations with his parents.

After giving him a few moments she brought the tea back into the living room and sat down. Tony handed her the phone saying that his dad wanted to say a few words. Rose spoke to Frank St. Clair for a few moments, told him goodbye, and turning around, put the phone back in its holder. They spent a little more time chatting, when Rose stood and asked Tony if he needed help in bringing his gear into the house, an offer he declined. Rose turned towards the kitchen saying she'd get dinner ready and glided out of the room with that same sway that again turned Tony's brain to mush

Tony spent the next several hours lugging boxes and suitcases to his bedroom and putting things away where he thought they would be most accessible when needed. Knowing that Aunt Rose kept a neat house, he had no desire to tick her off by being a typical slob teen age boy.

Speaking of Aunt Rose, he let his mind dwell on this afternoon and the vision of her bodily movements as she moved about the house with the gentle swaying of her hips, the ever so gentle wobble of her breasts, and the heat of her hands on his skin. He couldn't get the sexual thoughts of her out of his mind.

This was most confusing to this poor soul as he had never thought of her in these terms before and he was feeling flustered to say the least, as he couldn't reconcile the feelings his mind and body were generating now with what had always been. Even his penis had tried to embarrass him by starting to harden when he watched her moving about and the way her body parts swayed, wobbled, and bounced. He thought when she touched him that it was all but over and that he was about to lose all control of himself.

He didn't realize it yet, because his problem was unrecognized by himself, but it was simple; he was an eighteen year old virgin whose prior dealings had been with girls, not women. Yes he'd dated, kissed, and groped a couple of times, but that's as far as it had ever gone. his sexual experience was limited, very limited.

As Tony tried to sort his clothes and thoughts Rose puttered around the kitchen preparing the evening meal. The roast beef and potatoes were in the oven, the salad made up and in fridge, the wine cooling, and the bread placed in the small toaster oven to keep warm.

She delved into her own thoughts about the events of the afternoon. She had certainly enjoyed the hug on the porch. She was delighted to observe Tony's reaction of her exit to the kitchen and subsequent entrance with the tea. Touching his hand and then his arm had been truly enjoyable, and the reaction he'd displayed when her dress was "accidentally" pulled up while she and Tony were on the couch was memorable. The vision of his penis trying to snake its way out of his trousers brought a catlike smile to her face. She was truly enjoying herself.

The noise of Tony bounding down the stairs broke her thoughts. She waited a few seconds and bent over the oven to check on the roast.

Tony strode into the kitchen and came to an abrupt halt. The sight presented to his gaze made what had gone before pale and disappear into never never land. 

Rose was leaning over, staring at the roast, her dress hiked up showing calf's, knees and a goodly portion of her thighs. Being bent over as she was her breasts were hanging down away from her body, apparently being held only by her dress, and swaying with each movement of her arms. Covering the roast and closing the oven door Rose stood up, greeted Tony, and asked if he would like to give her a hand setting the table.

By now Tony was almost totally destroyed by this last vision of his own dear Aunt Rose. He could only croak out an ok, turn and flee to the dining room, poor boy.

Rose watched his exit and smiled to herself. It was time to turn it down a notch, for a while anyway.

She went to the CD player and inserted one of her favorite CD's, which included Beethoven's' Moonlight Sonata, Fur Elise, and Franz Lizt's' Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. One of her passions had been, was now, and would ever be classical music.

The table was set, and the meal brought in, at which point they both sat down to enjoy one of Rose's exquisite treats. Tony being underage, Rose made sure that his wine glass was a small one and that he was only allowed one glass of wine.

During the meal much of the conversation concerned the St. Clair family and their events and achievements. In particular, Rose wanted to know everything his younger brother and sister had been up to, which Tony was only too happy to talk about, as he was still shaken by the recent sight of Aunt Rose bending over the oven

The St. Clair family having been disposed of, Rose asked Tony about his plans.

Tony responded that he didn't start classes for another couple of days but he needed to go in tomorrow, and start registering and buying his books and supplies.

Following the end of a most delicious meal Rose stood and asked Tony to give her a hand cleaning up which he was only to happy to do.

During the cleanup Rose said that she would serve dessert in the living room after everything had been put away,

She also revealed that she'd recently had all of her photo albums and home movies put on DVDs by a friend at Western and asked Tony if he was interested in seeing them. Tony's reply was enthusiastic as he wanted to see how this conversion process had turned out.

When everything had been put away Rose suggested they take their showers, dress for comfort and meet in the living room to enjoy dessert and view the DVDs.

Tony immediately headed for his room while Rose climbed the stairs to hers just off the head of the stairs.

If Tony had been confused before he was in total turmoil by now. As he stripped and stepped into the shower. He found his penis rising to a hardness he'd rarely felt before. Yes he'd masturbated when he was sexually aroused, but he'd never in his wildest dreams (nightmares?) had a sexual thought about Aunt Rose and his mind was by now a total quagmire. Part of him was so sexually aroused he wanted to relieve himself as best he could, but part of him was repulsed by the thought of using the thoughts of Aunt Rose as a means of sexual gratification.

His mind tried to bring up other visions and memories, without success, so he finally left it, showered, and donned his pajamas and a robe.

For her part, Rose stepped into the shower and again thought about the days events. Her thoughts drifted into the erotic and she found herself getting horny.

She had an almost irresistible urge to stroke her breasts, play with her pussy and get herself off. 

She finally scolded herself and admonished herself to hold it old girl, now is not the time, so just relax and enjoy the events as they unfold.

After Rose finished her shower and toweled herself off, she stood in front of her mirror to take a good look at herself. Here she stood, a 58 year old woman, widowed, and never remarried. A widow since 1971, 29 years ago and only one lover. No children because her husband had the mumps at the wrong time of his life and was consequently infertile, although that had not prevented them from enjoying a wonderful sex life.

Yes her hair was now graying, her breasts sagged heavily and the cheeks of her ass had a noticeable sag, but she didn't have any love handles, cottage cheese thighs, only a very slight pooch to her stomach, and a few laugh wrinkles around her eyes.

Not too bad for an old broad she thought.

Having completed her inspection she donned a nighty, her old grandmother robe, and headed towards the stairs.

They met at the head of the stairs and descended towards the living room with her preceding him.

Now Tony was confused even further. Here was his favorite lady (other then his mother) and no swaying, no wobbling, no nothing. Was it all in his mind, or was he going crazy?

Rose told Tony to get comfortable on the sofa while she brought the dessert in and loaded the DVD player.

In a few moments all preparations having been made, and with Rose beside Tony, they sat down to enjoy the newly recorded family memories and enjoy a cup, of coffee and home made strudel.

Having put their empty plates and cups on the coffee table, Rose leaned back and laid he head against Tony's shoulder while they looked at the contents of the DVDs.

At the conclusion of the viewing of years of memories, Rose turned the DVD player and TV off with the remote and they both rose from the sofa,. 

Rose told Tony to leave the dishes as she would take care of them in the morning.

Turning towards him, she placed her arms around his back, whispered welcome, kissed him softly on the cheek, and moved towards the stairs humming a song under her breath. The first night had ended.

All of this left Tony murmuring those famous final lines from Steve McQueen in one of his favorite movies, The Sand Pebbles, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED."  
As Time Goes By by A Horny Ol' Sailor Ch. 02

The morning sun woke Rose gently the next morning. She lay gathering her thoughts for a few moments, smiled, threw aside the sheet, and rose to begin her day. First a cleanup, then a rummage through her dresser looking for something sexy in the way of underwear. Finding nothing that appealed to her she promised herself a shopping trip in the next day or so.

She finally settled for her cotton panties, stepped into them, and pulled them up. reaching for her bra, a thought struck her. Reaching to the back of the drawer she pulled out an old worn bra that was no longer able to lift and confine her breasts but rather allowed them to lay lower on her chest, flop around a bit. Moving up and down on the balls of her feet while she watched the results in the mirror brought a smile of satisfaction as she watched her breasts wobble and sway. She completed her ablutions with a spray of her favorite scent, wiggled into a cornflower blue sun dress, making sure the top button was undone, and slid her feet into a pair of work loafers.

Time to put the coffee on and think about the day and the projects she wanted to accomplish.

Sitting at the kitchen table watching the steam rising from her cup of coffee, she mentally made up her work list. The first was to water the flowers in the back yard. Next, clean out the garage so that Tony had a place to park his car. Wouldn't due to leave his car in the driveway and have to bother him when she wanted to drive her own SUV. Finally, to find out if Tony had any things he needed to do other then head over to Western, register, and start buying his school materials.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Tony coming down the stairs. Waiting until he was at the bottom step she rose, lazily poured a coffee for Tony, turned toward the table as he entered the kitchen, and bid him good morning as she placed the coffee on the table. All the while making sure that he was able to watch her walk to the table from the coffee pot and that he got a great view as she bent over slightly to place his coffee cup on the table. 

Her efforts produced the desired reaction. Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he watched her hips sway and breasts wobble as she brought his coffee to the table. When she bent over he noticed a deep crease between her breasts as she placed his cup on the table. Smiling she moved back to her chair and sat with a bump which caused an even heavier bounce of her breasts.

Tony was as bewildered today as he was yesterday. The poor boy didn't have a clue.

"Sit down honey, drink your coffee, and then we'll have some breakfast," Rose said with a good morning smile.

Tony plopped into his chair before the thought flashed into his mind; honey? What's that all about?

"Besides registering and hitting the book store for your school materials, do you have any other plans for today?" Rose queried.

He admitted that he hadn't thought that far ahead since he would essentially be free until Friday for the required Freshman orientation class in the auditorium.

Rose asked him to give her a hand in the garage when he was through with his registration run as she needed to make the two car garage a real two car garage and not a one car garage with lots of things stored in the second parking bay.

Rose then commented that as next Monday was Labor Day and school started the following day for both of them she needed to do some shopping and assumed that he did also, to which Tony nodded in the affirmative.




As Time Goes By



She suggested that perhaps they could both hit the shopping mall tomorrow morning, if he was agreeable, receiving another nod of agreement.

She rose and headed towards the stove to prepare breakfast, stopped and turned towards the table with a suggestion that since next Labor Day would be his first away from his family perhaps they could have a late picnic at the lake and watch the fireworks show put on by several of the local labor unions.

Her turn had been so sudden that her breasts swayed from side to side with the effort and was repeated as she again turned back towards the stove.

He managed to croak out an ok as he felt his penis again trying to embarrass him as it hardened, at the sight he'd just witnessed. All he could do was be grateful he was seated at the table and not in plain view. 

Breakfast was served in short order: eggs, canadian bacon, hash browns, and toast and jam. Rose was not a believer in cooking light or any of the other faddish methods of ruining a meal and the appetite.

when she bent over to place his breakfast before him he found himself looking straight down her open dress at that wonderful deep crease between her breasts and then he was double whammed by the wonderful scent she exuded. The poor boy was blushing again at his impure thoughts, and unable to hide it.

Rose went to get her own breakfast with the grin of the cheshire cat on her face.

After the breakfast dishes were done and things put away, Tony left to take care of his business and Rose set out the sprinkler to begin the watering of her extensive flower garden. 

This love of working her garden was one of the many things that helped her to get over the loss of her husband just before Christmas in 1971 and had helped to stave off the loneliness that accompanied that loss for so many years. Despite the loneliness she'd had no inclination to remarry, perhaps from the fear that she would never again find the love of such a good man as her late husband, and never again relive the great times she'd enjoyed with George. Of course there had also been the incredible sex. From the night she lost her virginity on her wedding bed until George's death, it had all been beyond belief. 

She next moved into the garage to try to figure where she was going to put everything so that Tony could get his car into the second bay. Looking at the huge amount of "things" it was evident that what was needed was several sets of shelves so that the "things could be gotten off the floor. Noted for tomorrows shopping expedition.

Having planned out this remake of the garage she put her mind to yesterdays and this mornings events and wondered aloud if she were perhaps overdoing things or perhaps moving too fast.

After several minutes of reflection she decided not. If things were to proceed she needed to become Rose; a friend, a teacher, and a desirable woman, and most certainly not Aunt Rose.

As for himself, Tony was also running the events of the preceding day and a half through his mind to try to make sense of everything that had happened. 

He had never viewed Aunt Rose as anyone more the a dear sweet family friend, and now he was beginning to see her as a mature sexy woman. Why?

She had breasts, hips, a sweet scent, and a sexy wiggle when she walked. Surely she'd had all of these attributes before yesterday, but he'd never noticed. Why?

Could it be due to his having left home for college with all of the new freedoms that entailed?

Could it be arrested development and his raging teenage hormones had suddenly kicked in?

Running these thoughts through his mind all the way to the student parking lot was useless as he still was unable to come to an understanding of what was happening or why.

The registration process and all that accompanied it took much longer then he had thought possible due to the huge crowd of new students being admitted and the long line at the book store. It was past 4:00 pm when he wearily pulled back into Rose's driveway.

Emerging from the car with what would be the first arm load of several he'd have to make before the car was empty, he staggered to the porch steps and wearily dragged his body and load up to the porch.

"Have a good time tiger," he heard coming from the porch swing. Turning slightly he discovered Aunt Rose in the same pose on the swing he'd observed when he arrived here yesterday.

"Let me get the screen door for you, honey" she said as she stopped the swing and sprung to her feet causing her breasts to bounce in a most delightful manner.

She glided across the porch and opened the screen door part way which forced him to brush against her hip as he entered the house. He was again drawn to the cleavage being displayed and the intoxicating scent which she exuded. 

"Oh God, he thought," penis please don't embarrass me now, but it was too late. He could feel it start to harden causing him to rush to the stairs to try to hide his embarrassing predicament

That was an exercise in futility as Rose had taken it all in with great delight. She decided to cut him a little slack. At least for awhile.

As Tony continued to unload and store his purchases, Rose began dinner, and by the time all of the books and materials were put in Tony's room it was time to wash up and eat.

Dinner was a little less formal then last nights but still featured classic music in the background (Mozart) and a glass of wine.

Following cleanup each retired to take an evening shower and don more relaxing clothing. He his pajamas and robe, her her nighty, robe, and a hint of her favorite scent.

They returned to the living room and ensconced themselves on the couch pretty much as they had yesterday. After several hours of watching the educational channels Rose stood, announced that she was going to bed, crossed over to Tony, leaned down, kissed him on the cheek with a cheery "good night honey," and headed for the stairs.

Her wobbling breasts, her scent, the kiss, and her swaying hips, once again left him a mental wreck.

After breakfast the following morning Rose gave Tony the keys to her SUV and they headed to the mall for some much needed shopping.

Rose said she'd meet Tony at the food court in about two hours and set off to find Victoria's Secret where she proceeded to buy some very sexy underwear, several transparent nighties and other sexy finery and erotic bottles of scents used by women to titillate and captivate their men.

Tony for his part discovered he'd forgotten to pack some personal items and was in need of another pair of pants, more underwear and socks so he headed for Sears.

Shopping completed they met at the food court, ate a light stir fry luncheon and headed for the SUV. On the way out of the mall parking lot Tony noticed a small satellite mall with a computer store in it. Pulling up in front of the computer store he explained to Rose that his mother and father had given him a going away present of money for him to purchase a laptop computer and a printer for his use during his studies.

Rose had never felt the need for a computer at the house as she had access to the ones at school and at the local library, but being curious by nature, she accompanied Tony into the store.

A salesman met them at the door and proceeded to find out what the computer and printer would be used for. His recommendation was a laptop Macintosh iBook and a compatible ink jet printer. The salesman offered to provide a free carrying bag if Tony added some extra memory which was quickly agreed to. 

Rose having listened to all of the conversation, questions and answers began to think that a laptop computer would also suit her just fine, and wrote a check for her own iBook and printer with the same provisions that Tony had agreed to. They were informed that it would take about fifteen minutes to upgrade the memory and then all would be ready for them to take their purchases home.

The days shopping having been completed they headed home with their purchases

The rest of the evening was a repeat of the last two except that when Rose kissed Tony goodnight she softly ran her fingers softly across his cheek as she whispered "good night sweetheart," and the scent was different, more enticing.

Tony was being sorely tried.

The remainder of the week was pretty much repetitive of the first several days as Rose and Tony settled into a familiar routine. Each day Tony would help by mowing the lawn, helping with the weeding, putting up the shelves that Rose had ordered for the garage, and generally being the strong right hand as necessary.

One decision that Rose made during the week was that she and Tony needed access to the internet but that would have rendered the phone unusable, and if he was on line, she couldn't be and visa versa. Rose placed an order with the phone company for a new line into her bedroom and another for Tony to use in his bedroom.

The evenings were also pretty routine except when Rose left for bed she would escalate her goodnight kiss with Tony letting her robe gape a little one evening, touching his cheeks with both hands on another.

By now Tony had come to expect this evening ritual but still hadn't resolved within his mind the why of it.

His inability to accept the obvious was beginning to irk Rose somewhat but she made a diligent effort to not rush him. If he was going to come to her it would because he was doing so willingly.

On Labor Day they packed a basket of food and all of the paraphernalia necessary for a picnic and headed off to the lake. They lucked out and found a nice place to spread their blanket and proceeded to enjoy a great meal of home made fried chicken, potato salad and baked beans. Both of them were satiated from the meal and lay down next to each other to await night fall and the fireworks display. As Tony lay there he could feel the heat from her body and smell her perfume.

As darkness closed in a spectacular fireworks display began with all of the flash and noise one might expect. Somehow during a particularly loud series of bangs their hands found each other and neither felt like letting go so they sat their and held hands until the end of the program. Somehow during the display she'd put his hand in both of hers and somehow ended up pressing it against her soft bra less breasts for just an instant then lowered it to her lap. He didn't fight the move and in fact was amazed at the softness and warmth of her breasts and thighs which felt so nice.

Finally it was time to call it a night so they packed up and headed for the house. After storing everything they were both feeling a little tired from the effects of the sunshine, fresh air, excitement of the fireworks, and lateness of the hour.

They both headed for the stairs to retire and Rose made sure that she got there first. Mounting the first step she turned to Tony cradled his face tenderly with her two hands, gave him a soft kiss on his lips, thanked him for a wonderful evening, and whispered into his cheek "sleep well sweetheart," and headed up to her room.

Rose got to the top step before her mind exploded in sound and light not unlike tonight's fireworks display.

Had she heard right? YES! he'd said it! SHE KNEW HE'D SAID IT. He'd softly whispered "Good night A . . . Rose," as she'd turned to move up the staircase.

That soft phrase brought a blush to her face and a rush of sexual awakening to her body she hadn't felt in years. She'd been aroused during the picnic and the fireworks, but now she was a fully aroused and a very horny woman.

Closing her bedroom door she quickly undressed, donned her nighty, and slid beneath her sheet. But sleep wouldn't come. She was too aroused. Too horny. She needed to be naked so that she could freely feel her body. Hiking her nighty up she sat up, pulled it over her head, threw it down next to her, and lay back down. In her mind she recapped the last week of flirting and teasing she'd put poor Tony through and his reaction to it. Then she pictured this evenings events. She'd started to find herself becoming aroused by Tony's nearness as they lay waiting for nightfall. The sweetness and warmth of laying next to him had started this feeling and later as they sat side by side watching the fireworks. When they joined hands it had sent her arousal to the next level as her body warmed in excitement.

As these thoughts raced through her mind she began to caress her body. Starting at her thighs she gently ran her fingers over them, then up to her stomach, and finally to caress and squeeze her breasts. All of this made her pussy start to weep and her breath began to become shallow moans of excitement.

Remembering the feeling of his hand in hers and the wonderful, exquisite feeling of his hand when she'd pressed it to her breast and then put it in her lap made her pussy weep an even heavier discharge. She knew he was getting to her when she'd felt the dampness in her panties.

She moved her right hand to her pussy, spread her legs, and slowly inserted a finger into her vagina while she rubbed her clitoris. She was rapidly approaching a climax. She wanted to scream out Tony's name and the joy of her forthcoming release, but it had to be done quietly lest Tony hear.

Muffling her noises as best as she was able in light of her arousal and need for release, she continued to play with her pussy with her right hand while pulling on a nipple with her left, all the while wishing it was Tony doing these things to her.

Finally her climax came in a quiet explosion and shudder. Having found her release she started to drift off into a relaxed and dreamy state of gratification and then sleep.

All this because Tony was now aware of her as a woman and not as an Aunt Rose.

As Tony mounted the stairs he was aware of her pause at the top and of her rushing to her room. He finished the climb and moved to his own room, closing the door quietly, he also undressed, donned his pj's and climbed into bed. Sleep was not to be as the days events and all that had gone before rushed through his mind in a jumbled sequence of scenes and events.

The first scene was Rose turning to him, placing her soft warm hands on his cheeks, kissing his lips ever so softly, and whispering, "sleep well sweetheart."

Had he just said Rose and not Aunt Rose? He had, and now recalled his response to her goodnight kiss and now understood everything. The jumbled mess in his mind was gone. In its place was a clear understanding of all the torment, teasing and flirting that had gone on. Rose wanted him to understand that she was a desirable mature woman and not, and never again, Aunt Rose.

With this thought he felt his penis start to harden and his heartbeat speed up. He was beginning to get very, very, horny with desire.

Reaching to the end table he grabbed a handful of tissues. Reaching down he pushed his pj bottoms down and began to stroke his by now very erect penis.

While he stroked himself he ran pictures of Rose through his mind. Rose in shorts and a "T' shirt with large breasts, long legs, and a shapely rear end. Rose in her one piece bathing suit with large breasts, deep cleavage, long legs, and a shapely rear end. Rose leaning down over the kitchen table serving him breakfast and the great view of her large pendulous breasts hanging down and away from her chest.

He remembered the feel of her soft breast against his hand during the fireworks and the warmth and softness of her thighs, even through the dress, as Rose held his hand in her lap.

Yet he'd never really seen her naked. What would she look like? His mind went into overdrive and the speed of his hand picked up as he imagined the look and feel of her breasts and the pleasure of lifting, cupping, and squeezing them while he nursed on her large stiff nipples.

He thought about being able to put his penis into what must be a very nice, tight pussy, and grabbing the cheeks of her butt while he slid his penis in and out of that tight wet hole. He wished that she would feed him her breast as she stroked his head and whispered endearments while he pushed in and out. With this last he knew it was time and as he ejaculated into the tissues, all of the time whispering, Rose I'm coming, I'm coming in you.

Having spent himself and released his tensions he fell into a happy dream-filled sleep.  
As Time Goes By by A Horny Ol' Sailor Ch. 03

Tuesday morning found Rose and Tony both up early preparing for school. As it turned out, they both arrived at the top of the stairs at about the same time.

The "good morning honey," came from Rose and the "good morning Rose" from Tony, bringing a smile to each of them as they descended the stairway side by side.

At the bottom of the stairs Rose asked Tony to make the coffee while she prepared breakfast, two tasks that were accomplished in a reasonably short period of time.

Both of them sat at the kitchen table enjoying the satisfied feeling of having tummies filled by a good meal and their nostrils inhaling the fragrance of the coffee.

Over the meal they'd talked about their expectations for this first day of school. Tony was nervous because of the newness and uncertainty of his first day of school at Western with all that ensued plus the necessity of mingling with the large crowds of strangers he would be meeting in each of his classes.

Rose commiserated with his concerns because she well remembered her first day of school at the university all those many years ago. The strange part was that she went through this same experience each year as she progressed from Freshman to Sophomore, Junior, and finally to her Senior year. It was just a little easier to mingle each year, but not by much.

Reaching across the table she took Tony's hand and gave it a squeeze, telling him it would all turn out ok as his feelings would shortly dissipate as he began to relax and began concentrating on the lectures and assignments given out by his instructors. By days end his mind would be concentrating on the studying that lay ahead of him tonight and in the coming days.

They stood together to tidy up and put things away, after which they headed to the living room, he to gather up his new backpack with all of the things he'd need today (he hoped) and she her large catalog case that contained her school materials.

"Damn," she said, putting the case down and quickly walked into the kitchen. Returning she placed a ring of keys in his hand and apologized for not having given him his set of house and garage keys last week.

Taking hold of his hand she pulled herself into his arm, reached up, pulled his head down, and planted a deep smoldering kiss on his lips.

Wrapping his arms around her he returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster. They headed for their vehicles sharing thoughts about that kiss.

The day turned out about the way Tony expected except that he'd never in his wildest dreams expected the mountain of assignments that had been given in each of his classes. true some were assignments that would extend out over a period of time, but he was going to have his hands full. He'd never been pushed this hard in high school.

Rose also had her hands full during the day, but having taught History and English for these many years, she knew how to get her classes organized with the least expended effort and turmoil, and so was able to relax as she headed for home. 

When Tony walked in the door he was surprised by the wonderful smells swirling about him. Walking into the kitchen he found Rose bustling about preparing supper.

Mystified, Tony asked Rose why she was preparing dinner so early, to which she replied that over the years her experience had been that by eating early during the school term it gave more unbroken time for studying afterwards and a chance to relax before going off to bed.

The meal was a repeat of the previous week with the classic music playing in the background and a nice glass of wine to go with a wonderful meal.




As Time Goes By



During the meal Tony complained about his assignment workload. Rose gave him a smile of remembrance of her own days in college and gave him some advice about the best way to study: "Never, ever try to pull all nighters" was her first. "Limit your study periods to no more then three hours, was her second. "If you still have more studying to do, get up a little earlier in the morning to complete it because you'll be fresh and your mind will be sharper," was her third. "Finally, no, later then 9:30, stop, take a shower, and join me in the living room for awhile so that you can get the cobwebs out and go to sleep with a clear head." she ordered.

"Now get yourself upstairs and study while I clean things up," she said with the tone of a drill sergeant.

"Sounds like a plan sir," Tony said with a smirk and a hasty retreat as he took off for his room.

Rose cleaned up the kitchen and then went about her own preparations for school the next day.

Having completed her work she took a shower, put on her nighty and a new robe that was a little shorter then her old one and one which showed a little more leg.

Touching and looking at her finery from Victoria's Secret, in the drawer she thought to herself, "soon my pretties, soon," and headed for the living room sofa.

Tony showed up promptly at 9:30 freshly showered and also in his pajamas and robe.

This new ritual which was established that evening was one that was to be repeated for many nights over the next four years.

As Tony sat down on the sofa Rose moved down towards him, snuggled up against him and placed his arm around her shoulder. If she was a cat she would have purred, she was that contented. 

Surprisingly, Tony also found himself to be relaxed and in a state of contentment. It somehow seemed so natural, so right, and oh so good to have his arm around Rose and feel her body resting next to him.

The way she lay next to him he could feel her soft breasts pressing into his side which excited him and caused his penis to once again harden. For some reason he wasn't embarrassed nearly so much as he'd been last week each time it'd occurred.

After watching TV for an hour or so, Rose pushed her legs out revealing more leg then she'd shown previously as well as a bit of thigh as she stood up to head for bed. Tony likewise stood and by mutual undeclared agreement they wrapped their arms about each other for a goodnight kiss.

Rose for her part pressed her body into Tony as their lips met so that he would feel her breasts against his chest. Tony also pulled her tightly against him. The fact that his erect penis was pressing between her thighs didn't seem to bother him and he was surprised as the kiss continued that she seemed to press her body harder against it as if she welcomed the feeling of it pushing into her.

Rose being a mature woman and a strong woman knew that the timing wasn't right yet . She'd very carefully laid out her scheduled seduction of Tony and she was damn well going to stick with it. But it did no harm to let Tony know she was interested and she intended to keep up the flirting and teasing. It would all pay rich dividends for both of them in the end.

Reluctantly, she gave him a final kiss, caressed his cheek softly with her fingers, whispered, "goodnight dearest," and in her patented glide headed for bed.

With much regret Tony stood and watched her make her exit. He knew that as aroused as he was right now he'd be playing hand jive again tonight.

This nightly series of events continued until Friday night when things took a much different turn.

Friday evening Tony came down to join Rose on the sofa and everything proceeded as had been normal for the past two weeks, except that when he thought that it was about the time that Rose would normally kiss him and retire she made no move to do so.

What she did totally astounded and delighted him. Still laying against him she somehow managed to reach up with her lips and kiss his cheek. causing Tony to turn his head so that he could return the kiss.

As their lips met she placed his hand on her breast and pressed it tightly against her so that it was pushed heavily into her rib cage.

As they continued to kiss Tony became totally aroused. Desiring to make love to this beautiful woman that he desired so much, he began to unbutton the front of her robe but she gently captured his hand in hers and stopped him.

Still holding his hand in hers she reached up to his cheek and with a soft caress turned his face toward her and softly asked him, "Honey, are you a virgin?"

The question totally floored and embarrassed him. Wanting to be honest with her in all things he murmured an almost inaudible "yes."

"Sweetheart," she replied, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We all start out life being born a virgin."

"Tonight is not the night to do anything about it because we're both tired and the night you lose your virginity should be special and with a special person that you care about. Tony, honey, do you think I am that person?"

Looking into her eyes he now knew everything that the last two weeks had been about. and his reply was honest and sincere. "Rose I want you to be the one who turns me into a man."

"Tony darling, you are a man. The virginity or loss thereof does not make you a man. What losing your virginity does is prepare you for the next step in your life, and if done with love by someone interested in teaching you how to love and appreciate a woman's body helps with that preparation," Rose commented.

Rose continued, "If you are sure you want me and are agreeable, tomorrow evening will be that night. Tonight we will play make believe. I'm your date, someone you're really attracted to and whom you've just brought home from a date. We're sitting in the living room and my mother and father are upstairs watching the TV in their room. The question is how much can you get away with and not be caught in an embarrassing position if they come down stairs. Go for it, but I'll stop you if I think you're going too far."

Needless to say the evening was one of cooing, kissing, groping and all of those sexually arousing things that young men and women try to do after a date and they're in her parents home.

Rose slowly came back from her dreamland. What a night that had been. She and Tony sitting on the sofa playing teenager. He feeling her breasts and stroking her body through her nighty. She playing with his rock hard penis and trying to feel as much of him through his clothing as she could. Finally they were both so hot and horny that they either had to make love or quit. As difficult as it was they both groaned and reluctantly quit.

They climbed the staircase together, paused at the top and held each other for one more goodnight kiss. He could feel her mashing her breasts into him and she could feel his penis pushing into her. Letting each other go they walked to their rooms,

Her panties were sopping wet and she was so hot and horny she had to get herself off. She stripped and climbed into bed without putting on her nighty. Immediately beginning to pull on her nipples with one hand, with the other fingering her pussy with two fingers while she rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. Suddenly she could feel the explosions start in her body as all of the excitement carried her over the edge to a serious of small orgasms. With her eyes closed during these ministrations she pictured Tony's hands doing these things to her.

While coming down to earth again she swore she could hear the sound of springs squeaking in Tony's room just before she dropped off to a wonderful sleep.

Morning broke and it was now time to get up and prepare for the day. She washed up. dressed, and headed for the kitchen to make coffee and get ready to fix breakfast when Tony came down.

Tony finally entered the kitchen about a half hour later. Pouring a cup of coffee and sitting down while Rose finished cooking breakfast. Tony held their two plates as she filled them. Sitting together they talked about about this and that. 

Rose told him that she'd made arrangements for the phone company to come and install the new phone lines in her room and Tony's. Because they couldn't give her an exact time she'd left a key with a neighbor to let them in. Admonishing Tony, that if he came home and there was a beautiful lady in the house next Tuesday to leave her be. She requested that he to try to leave next Saturday free so he could help set up her online account and show her how to send and receive e-mail.

Rose remarked that dinner tonight would be later then usual, about 7:30, she thought, and it would be more formal, so Tony was admonished to take his shower early and to dress as if they were going night clubbing.

Having dinner later appealed to Tony because he would be able to finish his weekend assignments and that would leave Sunday free.

While Tony labored, Rose did too. Stripping her bed and putting on fresh linen. Setting the dining room and living room, slipping out to get her hair redone. Finally starting dinner so that it would be ready at the appointed time.

At 7:30 Rose summoned Tony with the ringing of a glass bell she kept on the mantle. Tony entered the dining room and stopped. His mind went into overdrive as he took in the sight before him.

The lights were off, but the room shimmered with light. Illuminated by what seemed to be a hundred scented candles placed about the room and the big candelabra on the dining table. Alongside the candelabra was a decanter of wine These were surrounded by Rose's best china and silver. Alongside the plates were two huge linen napkins encased by silver rings. In the background he could hear Ravels' Bolero beginning to softly waft through the room.

As he turned his head to look about he spied Rose standing quietly in the kitchen doorway and time stopped while he took in a sight of perfection. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. Whatever bra she was wearing was doing a magnificent job of lifting and supporting her large breasts and showing a deep cleavage Somehow she'd slipped out to have her hair done. It appeared that her hair had a little blond coloring in it and it was much shorter, hanging just to her shoulder. A single strand of matched pearls ringed her lovely neck, matching the pearl earrings dangling from her ears. as he lowered his gaze he noticed that the dress ended a few inches above her knees and that she was wearing light black nylon stockings which were encased in black pointed shoes with 3(?) inch heels and was that an ankle bracelet with a heart on it on her left ankle?

Tony couldn't help it, he whistled and in a murmur of total admiration told Rose that she was stunningly beautiful.

Having produced the desired effect and received the desired response Rose stepped back, reached for something out of sight and pushed a highly polished wooden serving cart, with a silver warming tray loaded with food into the room.

Rose pushed the cart over to the table and glided over to Tony who had taken Rose at her word. Putting her arms around his waist she looked directly into his blue eyes and said with approval, "Your not looking too bad either sailor."

Tony, truth to tell, only had one suit but it was durable, nearly new, of good quality, and had been tailored by someone who cared about their work. It was a medium gray suit, the jacket lay over a very light blue shirt and his maroon tie set it off well. Looking him over she noticed that he was wearing a french cuffed shirt with the cuffs being secured by gold cuff links with the St Clair crest on them as it was on his tie bar.

Taking him by the hand she led him to the table, but Tony demurred and instead escorted Rose to her chair holding it for her until she was seated, after which he seated himself. Rose was impressed. He hadn't forgotten his manners.

The meal was a masterpiece of preparation and presentation: Chicken Cordon Bleu, steamed and buttered asparagus with mushrooms, baby carrots in some sort of a sweet sauce, French bread, and a superb Chardonnay wine.

They ate slowly, talking little, soaking up the atmosphere, the scents wafting about the room, the mood setting music, but most of all just the being with each other in this romantic setting which Rose had so very carefully planned and executed to perfection.

The meal ended as each carefully placed their silverware on their plates. Tony started to wipe his mouth with a napkin when Rose reached to the bottom shelf of the cart and produced two small platters with warm damp towels on them. Handing one to Tony she used the other to wipe her mouth and hands.

"A Chinese custom taught to me by one of my husbands associates," she confessed.

Tony had been listening to the music and begun to realize this must be another special CD made by one of her friends at Western, The music was classical, but all of the music chosen was of a romantic nature, chosen not just to please but also to heighten and re-enforce the romance of the setting.

Again reaching into the food cart Rose pulled out a bottle of Sherry and two clean wine glasses. "Take this into the living room Love, while I bring along the dessert," she said. 

Rose shortly made her entrance, and placed a cloth covered tray on the coffee table. She moved around the room lighting scented candles and dimming lights as she'd previously done in the dining room. Finally seating herself alongside Tony, she removed the tray's covering. Picking up a spoon and a Sorbet she handed it to Tony. The Sorbet was a Strawberry Sorbet, covered with chocolate and topped with fresh Strawberries. Picking up her own Sorbet they began an extravagant and sinful experience. They spent the next twenty minutes feeding each other, sipping Sherry, and thoroughly enjoying the moment.

In Rose's preparations, she'd very carefully prepared the meal so that the amount of food eaten and wine drank would not interfere with the evenings pleasures. It was meant to heighten the setting, not kill it by either of them being stuffed, and it seemed to have worked. They both sat quietly letting their stomachs settle slightly and quietly holding hands.

Rose reached to the coffee table, picked up a remote and clicked it. The music stopped for an instant and a new song started. Tony's ears picked up and a big smile appeared on his lips.

"Rose, you're something else," he said. The music now playing was an old romantic tune that he, his brother and sister had learned to dance to the Summer that his mother, father, and Rose had decided it was time to learn some social graces such as dancing. The boys wanted none of it although his sister Sammie was more then willing. A few words from their father quietly spoken off to one side worked its magic. That Summer they learned to Waltz, Fox-trot, Rhumba, and numerous other dances. They even leaned Swing, Jive, and to dance to Rock & Roll. What had father said? "Like it you may not, but do it you will!" His face said it all, it was not negotiable

Looking over at Rose he saw her head was laying against the back of the sofa, her eyes closed, Sherry glass in hand, and a soft smile on her lips. Tony would have bet all that he owned she was also remembering that Summer.

Rising slowly so as not to startle her in her reverie, he reached down, grasped her glass, put it on the table, and took hold of her hand.

Looking at this beautiful mature women sitting there and smiling up at him he found it hard to get the words out, but he finally said it, "Madam, would you care to dance with me?"

Rose nodded and if Tony was asked later, would swear she glided up off the sofa and into his arms. 

As they danced Tony was amazed at the selection of songs on this CD. Friends at Western again, he thought.

What Tony didn't know was that a lot of collusion went into the CD's that she'd had cut for her by her friends. she'd even enlisted the director of the Music Department to help select and edit the many CD's she'd had produced. she paid for the materials used, but they all volunteered their after hours time to do the actual recordings, so it was all morally and strictly legal.

For the next several hours they danced or sat on the sofa, very sparingly sipped their Sherry, held hands, and like two lovebirds tenderly kissed and stroked each other.

As the dancing continued, they took fewer and fewer actual dance steps and held each other closer and closer, barely moving to the music. When they arrived at the stage that Rose had once heard referred to as dry-humping she knew it was time to begin the final assault.

She told Tony she needed to do something and asked him to put the dessert glasses in the sink while she was gone.

Tony did as she requested and as he awaited her return he picked up her family photo album and started to turn the pages. So many pictures and so, many memories. The album seemed to be almost equally divided: A part for her own Family (Swanson), Her married life (Snow) and her involvement with his family (St. Clair)

This last caused Tony to wonder exactly how and why Rose had come into the St. Clair family life and how she fit in.

His thoughts were interrupted by Rose's arrival back into the living room and her statement. "Like what you see sailor?."

Looking towards the voice he received the visual shock of his life.

There stood his Rose! No longer wearing the cocktail dress but now adorned in a pale blue peignoir. She was bra less as testified to by the sight of her two full pendulous breasts. She was also wearing a matching pale blue thong, matching garter belt, and nylon stockings. Around her ankle was the ankle bracelet and her feet were still ensconced in her black high heeled shoes. She'd carefully chosen to leave behind her pearl jewelry as they would only get in the way.

As she moved towards the sofa Tony found himself in a dream state. The effect of the color and material she'd chosen made it appear as if she was walking in a blue gossamer cloud which swirled around her, hiding this and revealing that, all the time cloaking her in alluring mystery.

He got off the couch and stretched his arms to embrace her but she took his hand to stop him. She nibbled on his fingers and kissed the palm of his hand she used her other hand to unbutton his suit coat. Stretching up she kissed him on the lips as she slid the coat off of him and onto the sofa. Returning to his hand her lips got busy again as her other hand opened his cuff link She repeated these actions to remove the second cuff link. soon the tie was gone and the shirt unbuttoned. The shirt was quickly on the sofa and she was tugging on his undershirt.

When she had the undershirt halfway off him the song on the CD ended and they heard one of Rose's all time favorite songs. "Twelfth of Never," by Johnny Mathis.

In the fastest disrobing ever, the undershirt was off and he was extending his arms to her, allowing her to move into his embrace to dance to a song that pretty well summed up the night. As they slowly moved to the music he buried his nose and lips in her neck, gently licking the neck and inhaling the scent she was exuding. What he didn't know or realize was that only part of the smell assailing his nostrils was her perfume. The rest of it was the scent of a thoroughly aroused woman.

His stroked her back with his fingers, trying to be as light as a feather because he thought that would be the way she liked it.

She was also busy, running her hands all over his back, kissing his chest, teasing a nipple with her lips, and enjoying the scent of him. All of the while she was pressed against him as tightly as her thong was pressed against her wet pussy.

As the music died she shut the machine off and took his hand, gently pulling him towards the stairway with a murmured, "It's time, darling."  




As Time Goes By



As Time Goes By by A Horny Ol' Sailor Ch. 04

Arms around each other they ascended the stairs and moved to her bedroom with Rose pushing the door open as they prepared to enter her love nest.

Tony was not surprised to see the room full of burning candles and to smell the arousing scents accosting his nostrils, and, would have expected it if his mind had been turned in that direction. However his mind had been more intent on worshipping this beautiful mature woman who was gently pulling him into her room and over to her bed. His mind and body were screaming at him that he wanted her. Wanted to hold her, to kiss her, and to make love to her.

Rose gave him a gentle nudge to let him know she wanted him to sit down on her (their?) bed. As he sat she kneeled down and began to untie and remove his shoes. Tony started to object but a softly hissed shh stopped him. His shoes and socks having been removed Rose picked up each foot and kissed each one, gently rubbing her lips and fingers over the skin surface.

Funny, thought Tony, I never knew feet could be erotic.

Rose half-stood, pulled Tony to his feet, and resumed her kneeling attitude. She reached for Tony's belt buckle undid the belt, opened the zipper and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. He stepped out of his trousers as Rose reached for his boxer shorts, pulling them down so he could step out of them as well.

Still on her knees she was finally able to fully gaze upon his naked body. Visually examining him from top to bottom she was pleased. Here stands a handsome, virile young man that I adore, and who will shortly be mine, she thought.

She reached out to his rock hard penis and gently grasped it in her hand. How hard, how soft, and so large, as she kissed it softly. She immediately released it knowing that anything more then a brief worship of this beautiful male tool would lead to disaster and she fully intended that his first release would be inside her in full knowledge that that first coupling would probably be very brief. 

Rising, she stood before him in the stance of a proud woman who wants her man to disrobe her, worship her body, and make love to her.

Her message was as old as man and he received it in the same manner his ancient ancestors had; by a telepathic understanding that she was as eager to be his lover as he wanted, desired, and needed to be hers.

Tony began to disrobe the lady of his desires and dreams. First removing her peignoir, which exposed her beautiful full swaying breasts and erect nipples. He wanted to stop and worship them with his hands and lips, but he also needed to see Rose in all her womanly beauty so he sailored on.

Kneeling he sat her on the bed and removed her shoes, kissing her feet and legs as he removed the shoes and laid them aside. He was surprised at the erotic feeling he received by kissing her through her nylons.

He pulled her up and very gently pulled her thong off of her hips and down her body to the floor. As she stepped out of them he noticed that they were drenched. Curious he lifted them to his face and inhaled the scent. Now he knew what he'd smelled when he was nibbling her neck in the living room. 

"My God, what an aphrodisiac that smell is," he murmured. For the first time in his life Tony was inhaling the scent of a fully sexually aroused woman.

During her disrobing Rose had also been busy. She stroked her lover wherever she could reach, kissed him as she was able, all of the time cooing words of love. She was totally enraptured with how gentle and attentive he was being.

Tony, like Rose before him was now able to examine her body completely,

My dear sweet Jesus, was all he could come up with. So beautiful, so sexy and so desirable.

He looked at the breasts of a 58 year old woman and found their sag pleasing, nay arousing. He looked at her stiff nipples and the only thought was that he had to kiss and worship them Next he turned his attentions to her lightly thatched pussy. It looked something like the ones he'd seen in books, but the lips were spread open and another set of lips were protruding slightly.

He wanted to play with and worship all of her.

Her lover started to remove the garter clips from her nylons, but Rose stopped him with her hand.

Rose whispered to him. "Lover I want you to enjoy the feeling of nylon rubbing against your body the first time that we make love. It is something you'll never ever forget."

Rose sunk back to the bed, scooted herself up to place her head on a pillow, spreading her legs as wide as she was able, and extending her arms, invited her lover to join her.

As she extended her invitation her lover moved over her. She reached down, grasped his penis and plunged it into her pussy. "Go for it sailor she urged."

Tony had no experience, but he had read several books and knew he was somehow supposed to please her so he started to object.

"Sweetheart," Rose countered, "This one is for you."

She wrapped her arms and legs about his body and urged him to do it, because this time was for him and all of the times that followed would be for them.

As he slid his penis into a woman for the first time he was amazed at the warmth, the wetness, and the tightness of her pussy walls as they grasped him in sexual welcome.

Rose for her part lay almost impassive as he entered her. She knew that if she returned his advances as she most ardently desired, he'd come in a few seconds so she forced herself to lay passively and accept his virginal thrusts. 

Surprisingly. when Tony felt that he was about to come he pulled almost completely out of her love temple and stopped all movement. Resting for a short period of time he found that he'd recovered control of his body. Pressing on he once again thrust his penis in and out of this exquisite channel of of love.

He found that each time he wanted to come, if he withdrew and stopped all movement for awhile that he was able regain control of his body and was able to resume making love to the lady who was now his heart's desire.

Finally the inevitable happened. His state of arousal had reached its glorious peak and he'd lost all control over his ability to control his body. With one final plunge he ejaculated everything he had to give into the body of his love.

Rose for her part had been surprised at Tony's ability to control himself. As he struggled for control she found her own arousal rising to a new and higher level. When Tony could no longer control his desires she'd become so aroused that the feeling of his ejaculation into her body pushed her over the edge and she found herself exploding in a series of glorious orgasms from this precious present given to her by her lover.

Tony was concerned about the weight of his body on hers but when he tried to withdraw and move off her she begged him to stay inside her and pulled him closer to her.

It was at that point that he noticed tears rolling down her cheeks from under her closed eye lids. 


As Time Goes By by A Horny Ol' Sailor Ch. 05

With the thought in his mind that somehow he'd hurt her he started to move off of her, but she pulled him even tighter to her body. Finally he had to ask her what was wrong and why was she crying?

Rose opened her eyes and looked intently at him, with a Mona Lisa smile.

"Honey, you have a lot to learn about women, " she murmured.

"Woman cry for a lot of reasons. They cry when they're sad. They cry when they're mad. They'll also cry when they are so overcome with happiness that their whole emotional system goes bonkers. That's what you've done to me." she whispered, pulling his face towards her and planting the softest most sensual kiss on his lips he'd ever felt.

When his penis returned to its normal size and "plopped" out of her pussy allowing their mingled juices to drain from her and run down her thighs to the sheets she finally released him.

As Tony rolled off her body and over to her left she turned to face him. She was now laying on her left side and he on his right. Not much was said for awhile as they came down from their post-coital glow, but their hands and lips were busy. They simply couldn't leave each other alone. Her hands stroked him and her lips lazily sought and kissed the various parts of his body that she could reach without moving her languid body. His hands and lips were returning the treat.

For the first time he reached around her to caress her fleshy buttocks. This first time was a new erotic adventure. Her buttocks were as soft as her breasts only with a different, but also very pleasurable feel, and she seemed to like his touch as she snuggled a little closer to him so that he could explore some more.

Reaching down she put her hand around his penis and felt it start to harden. in her hand. "Show time!" ran through her mind and that thought immediately caused a giggle to escape her lips, bringing a puzzled look from her lover. 

Looking at his face and into his blue eyes she softly started round two with the opening bell. "Sweetheart, ever since you arrived you've been ogling my breasts but you haven't seen fit to do anything about your attraction." Tony blushed. He was busted big time.

Reaching down she lifted her flaccid breasts off of the sheet and holding them up she teased him by asking him when he proposed to remedy that oversight.

Rose continued his education by remarking that each woman was different in the breast department and she didn't mean size. "Some women have very tender breasts and can't stand anything more then a soft feel or caress. Other women like a good caress and love to have their nipples rolled about and sucked. Still other women love it when their man mauls their breasts and really pulls, tugs, and bites the nipples. Baby I'm in the latter group but I like it best when you start slowly and work up to the tuff love."

Tony reached over to replace her hands with his and promptly began to stroke and gently squeeze them.

"Lover," Rose hinted, continuing his lessons about a woman's body and how to turn her to jelly. "Pretend that you're a baby and that inside those two nipples is your supper. How do you propose to get fed?"

Tony was not dumb and he could certainly take a hint. Holding those beautiful lumps of flesh in his hand he lowered his face to a breast, sucked a nipple into his mouth and began to suckle.

The feeling was so exquisite Rose grabbed the back of Tony's head and tried to smother him as she pulled his head into her breast.

After he'd sucked, squeezed, pulled, and caressed her breast for a few minutes she reminded him that she had a matched set and if one received more attention then the other, the one being ignored got very jealous indeed. 

Tony once again took the hint and shifted his attention to Rose's other breast

Rose suggested that he could now step it up a notch, squeeze her breasts a little harder, and perhaps pull and stretch them a little. She also told him that if he were to place his lips on her nipple and bite down (no teeth, yet) he'd be amazed at the results.

Tony being a very bright young man hastened to do her bidding. No fool he.

While Tony ministered to her breasts, Rose caressed Tony's penis for a few seconds to gauge his state of arousal.

When she felt Tony's penis after about 20 minutes of his worship of her breasts and found it to be iron hard she knew that now was the hour.

The worship of her breasts was having a definite affect on her as she felt those wonderful feelings of arousal start to build up and her vaginal juices freely flow.

Removing one of Tony's hands from a breast she slid it down to her slit. Moving her leg to give him access she pushed his two fingers into her dampening pussy and asked him to push them into her. Tony was only too happy to comply. He proceeded to move his fingers in and out for a few minutes and was rewarded by an increase of her fluids and a soft moaning from Rose's lips. Rose requested Tony to push them all of the way inside her and wiggle them around on the walls of her pussy and at the same time to rub his thumb around on her clitoris.

The effect on Rose was almost cosmic. Her arousal factor went from a nice 3 or 4 to a hot horny 7 or 8.

Rose disengaged his hands and mouth from her breasts and pussy, rolled him on his back and proceeded to mount him.

As she impaled herself on his penis, she wickedly remarked, "Sailor, I'm about to give you a ride that you'll tell your grand children about, if you dare."

Sailor? Why does this sailor term keep coming up, Tony wondered.

Rose was not about to tell him,

While searching for some information on the internet at Western awhile back she'd inadvertently found herself on a website called Literotica. At first she was disgusted that she's been lured into a porn site. but looking through the various story sites there she'd found several areas that appealed to her. In one of the stories she'd read a story by an author whose name she regretfully couldn't recall, who'd used that term in his stories. She'd not fully understood the meaning of that word until she used it with Tony.

The term Sailor was a term of familiar affection. It was a term meant to mark her territory. It was meant to declare that others need not apply! 

That having been said, Rose pushed herself down until Tony's prick was completely and happily buried to the hilt. Pulling herself back she pulled herself almost all the way off that beautiful muscle. She then slammed it back into her until it was again as deep as it would go. Rose now started swinging her hips around so that his penis was sliding off different walls inside her love tunnel. After a few seconds of this she suddenly stopped all movement to look at her lover and gauge his state of arousal.

He was definitely aroused but it looked like he was good for awhile yet if she took it slow and gentle and gave him a chance to calm down.

She pulled herself back until only the head of his penis was inside her and then she stopped. Leaning forward she placed a hand under his head and lifted it to her dangling breast. With her other hand she took the dangling breast and placed the nipple in his mouth. "You did such a wonderful job on my breasts before, sugar. You think you can repeat it?" she asked.

Tony reached up to the breast in his mouth and began to squeeze it as he sucked on her nipple and bit it with his lips. With his other hand he began to gently rub up and down her other hanging breast. When he reached the bottom he rubbed the nipple with the palm of his hand and repeated this for awhile when Rose removed the breast from his mouth and fed him the other on. "Remember honey, equal treatment," she said with a giggle.

While he ministered to her breasts, she confessed to Tony that when she was really aroused she sometimes found herself to be somewhat of a smut mouth as she approached her orgasm. "If it happens and it turns you off, lover, I'll try to tone it down, but no promises because by that time I'm a freight train running down the track at a 100 miles and hour heading for a big crash;," Rose told him.

With that Rose pushed part of his penis back inside her and began to move her hips slowly forward and backward. A few of these moves and she pushed that love muscle all of the way inside of her and started the forward and backward moves again.

Tony, in his aroused state seemed to remember Rose saying something about how erotic the feeling of her nylons would be and as she slid back and forth he definitely agreed with her.

By now Rose was starting to approach the crest of her orgasm and all hell broke loose. She started moving up and down, back and forth, and swinging her hips at a furious pace. Her breath was ragged and she was screaming at Tony to pull her tits as hard as he could and to bite the damn nipples off.

Her body was shaking when she orgasmed, but she didn't slow down, As Tony had shown that he wasn't quite ready, she kept going as she might have a few more.

Rose was building up for another come when she felt the first indication that Tony was fast approaching his own orgasm. The thought of bringing them off together really lit her rockets and she became a blur of motion. True to her word she became a true smut mouth, yelling at Tony to fuck her with that big prick, to ram it into her cunt, and to slap her ass.

Tony heard that last in his sexual haze but he couldn't do that. Rose screamed at him again to spank her ass. Complying he gave her a pat on the cheek. Rose yelled. "I said Spank, not pat dammit."

Tony obeyed as if he was in a trance, opened his hand, putting all he had into the slap, and landed it right in the center of her lovely ass cheek.

"Again," she demanded.

The second slap was the one that did it. Rose began to wail and scream and as she started to come as she felt Tony beginning to erupt inside her. This drove her to a higher plateau which produced another orgasm

She finally fell over on Tony's chest so exhausted and drained that all she could do was try to catch her breath as she pushed against Tony trying to capture that wonderful tool and keep it inside her as long as possible 

This last caused a few gentle shudders felt even by Tony as she quietly orgasmed again.

She was staring into Tony's eyes as she put her hands on his cheeks and proceeded to kiss his lips and face all of the time whispering. "Thank you darling, Thank you."

Tony all of a sudden had a vision of John Wayne standing in front of the school marm, and after shuffling his foot telling her, Shucks ma'am, t'wasn't nothing.

With this thought rambling around in his head he started to chuckle and finally break out into a belly ripping laugh. It also caused his penis to rapidly return to its normal size and to pull out of that lovely glove it had been wearing.

Rose stopped her kissing and cooing and sat up. "What's this then? Are you laughing at me?" she asked in an offended and hurt tone.

Tony pulled her off of him, wrapped her in his arms as he explained to her about John Wayne and the school marm. The thought of that scene set him off again and Rose found her self laughing with him over the scene. She told Tony he was forgiven as she gave him a dig in the ribs.

By now they were both laying in a pool of body fluids, and both were just too tired to do anything about it.

With her laying cuddled in Tony's arms feeling content and secure, her last thought before she fell into a deep warm untroubled sleep was, I'll bet my nylons are totally ruined. The thought brought forth a slight giggle, which Tony misinterpreted.

Sometime during the night Rose felt a hand gently cupping and squeezing a breast and pulling a nipple and something hard trying to slide between her thighs. 

She opened her eyes to observe that it was 5:00 in the morning. bending slightly she lifted her leg to allow Tony's penis to slide into her pussy. They gently made love for a few minutes, each enjoyed a soft gentle loving orgasm and returned to the land of nod. 

Later in the morning they each woke within a few moments of the other's awakening. Turning towards him she softly kissed him and stroked his cheek.

He for his part reached out to cup a breasts and reach around her to grab a cheek of her delectable buttocks.

Disengaging his hands, coupled with a gentle loving slap she told him, "Not now honey, it's time to clean up and have some breakfast."

They took a joint shower, each making sure the other was properly cleaned up. Tony went to his room to dress. Rose dressed and headed for the kitchen, but before leaving her room she looked at the mess on the bed and her nylons and garter belt laying in a ruined puddle on the floor. With a rueful smile she thought to herself that it had been well worth it.

They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, retired to the living room to enjoy their coffee, cuddled as usual, and proceeded to talk about this and that. 




As Time Goes By



During their conversations Rose asked Tony if he was offended by her language last night. Tony mulled that over in his mind and replied that it had surprised him a little bit, but she had prepared him for it. With a little more thought he told her it somehow seemed to heighten the moment as he realized that he was helping to bring her to a climax. Rose reached for his hand and kissed it.

Tony did have a question to ask her but was hesitant to bring it up. He finally said, "Rose, what was the spanking about? Are you into bdsm?"

Rose quickly assured him that she was not into pain, whips, chains, or any of that.

"After I married George we discovered that for some reason when I'm about to climax and my lover spanks me a couple of times it heightens my pleasure. That having been said I have to assure you that is the only time I find it pleasurable, so don't even think about getting kinky," she concluded.

After finishing her coffee, Rose stood up informing Tony that she had to put clean sheets on her bed. Tony quickly stood and informed her that he'd give her a hand. 

I know where this is headed, she thought with a smile that approached being a smirk.

Once the mess on her bed had been removed, Rose thanked the gods she'd bought and put a waterproof liner on the mattress several years ago because there was a lake of fluids laying in a puddle. Wiping the puddle up and drying it with paper towel they remade her bed.

That act of housekeeping having been completed, Rose moved into Tony's arms and they began to kiss, bill, and coo, once again.

Slowly they took turns removing an item or two of each other's clothing. Each removal being followed by kisses, caresses and endearing words.

Finally they stood before each other shed of all clothing, at which point Rose pushed Tony unto the bed.

Kneeling before him Rose informed Tony that she was about to teach him how to properly make love to a woman's body.

The thought sprang into Tony's mind. "What the hell were we doing last night?"

Rose reading him like a book informed him that screwing was not making love.

Making love is paying attention to all of your partners erotic parts.

The first thing about making love is to make sure that you know what your partner likes or doesn't like, and what really turns him or her on. To do that you have to communicate. It doesn't have to be a running dialog. Moans, oohs and aahs suffice, and an occasional yes there, harder, softer, says volumes. If your partner won't or can't tell you what pleases her how are you supposed to know?

"Tony, honey," she informed him, "men and women are different, but in many ways they are the same. Keep what I'm about to do to your body in mind What I do to you and you find pleasurable, I will also probably find pleasurable when you do it to me later Don't be afraid to experiment. But always keep this thought in mind. It has to be a mutual agreement or it's a no go."

She concluded her remarks with the axiom of lovers around the world. "Your job is not to get your rocks off. It's to give your partner the greatest pleasure you're capable of giving. It's your most precious present to her. If you do it well your pleasure will increase infinitesimally."

At that point she lifted his foot and began to suck his toes one by one Although not arousing it was pleasurable he thought.

She spent the next 20 minutes slowly working her way up his body with lips, hands, and her breasts; titillating him and generally giving him a good start on his oral education. When she got to his neck and earlobes he really got charged up. He knew from his days of groping young girls what was supposed to be done, Now he was learning how.

Rose turned him over and repeated the lesson to his front finally finishing his first lesson by taking his penis in her mouth and showing Tony just how hot a woman's mouth can be on her lover's penis is as she worshipped it for awhile. She soon left it as she didn't want him to come just yet.

She lay down on her stomach and suggested that Tony get started. 

Tony tried to do to to Rose what she'd done to him. After he settled into it he started to enjoy himself. When a kiss in the hollow behind her knees drew a "yes," a nibble on her buttocks and a lick drew a moan, and kissing the dimples just above her buttocks had her wiggling for more. When he got to her neck and earlobes he hit the big time. He left that area with her starting to breath a little heavier. and rolled her over. looking at the picture she presented he smiled, because he just knew that bringing pleasure to her body was going to be fun and very rewarding if he did it right.

It seemed to Tony that he spent hours making love to her body. The only time she stopped him was when he started to play with her pussy.

She explained to him with a giggle "Honey, the proper care and feeding of pussy's is a separate lesson because they need a lot of care and attention."

When he'd ministered to her waist, stomach, and belly button he headed for his second favorite area, her breasts, but Rose stopped him with a short explanation, "Lover sometimes it pays dividends to pay attention to the areas that are not so obvious and later on to come back to the obvious In other words honey, surprise her and keep her wondering what's is coming next. Don't get into a rut."

Rose and Tony were both in a high state of sexual arousal at the completion of their mutual body tours. They lay doing those thing they had mutually enjoyed and done these last few love sessions and both were totally aroused and in need of release.

Tony started to move between Rose's thigh's but she suggested that he put a pillow under her butt and as he got ready to enter her and to put her long legs on his shoulders.

When Tony entered his lovers pussy it all seemed different because of the angle he was entering from and the depth of her love channel that he was able to penetrate. several times he felt the head of his penis hit something as he plunged all of the way into her. This worried him so he looked at Rose to see if she was hurting.

He looked at a face with a smile (almost a grimace) he'd never seen before and a lover whose eyes were rolled completely up under her eyelids. Fearing that she was somehow being hurt he started to use shallow strokes and slow down his pace.

Her loving words reassured him, "God Damn It, Sailor, Fuck Me! Drive That Big Prick Home!" It was probably no more a half minute later that they both came in great shuddering mutual orgasms.

They continued their lovemaking, only in a much more subdued tone until they both admitted that they were famished. After changing the sheets, again, and cleaning each other up in the shower they headed to the kitchen for some supper. 


As Time Goes By by A Horny ol' Sailor Ch. 06

After supper they lay on the living room on the sofa, gently laying in a stupor of post-coital love and the satiation of a good meal when the phone rang. Reaching behind her Rose picked it up, and answered with;

"Hello Maria."

"We're all fine."

"Of course the invitation is still open and we expect to see you all then."

Finally, "Tony, your mom wants to talk to you."

Rose sat on the sofa leafing through a magazine as Tony talked to his mother, then his father, and finally his siblings. He answered questions, asked a few, and laughed occasionally. He finally handed the phone back to Rose with a - "Mom wants to talk to you again."

Rose listened quietly for a moment or two, then placing her hand over the mouthpiece asked Tony to please go and make some fresh coffee and bring them each a cup.

When Tony returned to the living room Rose was winding up her conversation, telling Maria she loved her, and placed the phone back in it's cradle.

Sitting on the sofa side by side with her head laying against Tony's shoulder they sipped their coffee and silently contemplated the moment. 

Finally Rose reminded Tony that his family would be up for the Thanksgiving Holidays.

Tony groaned and in a petulant voice replied, "I guess that means I have to sleep in my room with Ken, while they're here. We sure don't want mom and dad finding out about us." 

Rose froze; The left shoe is about to drop, she thought.

She known that what followed would come to pass but try as she would she had not found any way to talk to Tony in a way that wouldn't hurt him and hurt their relationship.

Sitting upright, she placed her coffee cup on the coaster, took Tony's hand in hers, and in an almost inaudible voice said, "They know, honey."

Tony sat upright and in a hoarse voice replied. "They know? What do they know?," Finally Realizing what the subject matter was, he could only croak, "Both mom and dad? How?"

The left shoe was now on the floor and Rose was searching her mind at a cyclonic rate trying to find the best way to answer Tony's questions and yet not destroy him or their relationship.

Finally she closed her eyes and began to speak. "Honey do you remember when I came down for the Thanksgiving Holidays, last year?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember when your father took all of you kids out to the do something on Saturday?"

"Yes."

"He did that so Maria and I could have some woman time."

"During our gabfest Maria told me you were getting everything together to apply for admission to Western University. I congratulated her, and wished good fortune for you sweetheart."

"She then told me that she and your father had several talks and she and Frank were in agreement about what she was about to request, and that I was free to turn down their request with no harm done." 

"What request?"

"She said she and Frank thought that you were still a virgin as they kept all of you on a pretty tight leash. With all of the diseases being passed around, and the possibility of a pregnancy with all of your newly found freedoms they requested that I take you in and basically become your lover."

Tony started to jump up to do what? He had no idea.

Rose held his hand and turning she looked at him for a moment.

"Frankly, Tony I didn't know how to reply. I needed time to think about it."

Tony's mind was in a frozen jumble. Had his parents betrayed him? Had Rose used him somehow? He tried to pull away from her but she held fast to him.

She said "Honey, Don't you want to know why I decided to accept their request.?"

This last stopped him because he really knew that with her clear brilliant mind she would have tried to think it all out very carefully before allowing herself to seduce him. With a rueful smile at his next thought. He supposed he had no right to kick because he'd enjoyed the whole seduction and all of the love making, but he was still a little curious.

"Go on," he answered.

Rose resumed her explanation, "I returned home and I spent a lot of time thinking about Frank and Maria's request. The reasons they gave me were all good reasons, honey, but there had to be more, otherwise my seducing you would be cold-hearted and callus of me."

Rose continued, "I've watched you from the day you were born. I spent holidays and Summer vacations watching you take your first steps, learn to swim and all of the things boys and young men do as they grow up and mature. Last summer at the beach I saw you not as a boy but a strong virile young man. Honey to put it very frankly, you are a hunk and you turned me on a little. 

"Just a little?" he smirked.

Rose slapped his hand, and retorted, "OK, more then a little, because I found myself thinking about you more and more as I started to find myself beginning to want to accede to their request and my dreams of you started to become very erotic indeed."

"What finally made me accept their request was the knowledge that I could teach you so much about loving relationships so that when you found your soul mate you would be knowledgeable and secure in your ability to please her," she said simply.

With that she stood and remarked, "There's more that I need to say, so lets get a refill of coffee and we'll talk some more," and headed for the kitchen.

Tony followed along behind her admiring the by now familiar way her hips swayed as she strode towards the coffee maker.

Having re-seated themselves on the sofa, Rose asked, "Where do you think this relationship is headed, honey?"

The question took Tony aback as he hadn't thought about it, he'd only reacted.

"I don't know Rose, I hadn't thought that far ahead," he confessed.

"About what I expected. You were thinking with your little head and not your big one," she retorted.

Rose continued on, "Lover, there has to be some ground rules and parameters which you and I mutually agree to if this affair is to continue." 

"That's fair," he mumbled.

Rose then laid out what she thought was a fair and equitable set of guidelines that would be pleasurable to each of them while ensuring that Tony became the man his parents wanted him to become.

"Let's start with a sign in Las Vegas which says, What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas. In other words honey, no tales outside the bedroom."

He started to accede but she shushed him.

"Next, Our lovemaking has to be mutually agreeable. If I wish to end it it's over. If you wish to end it, it's over."

He almost groaned at that, but bit his tongue.

"Now we are going to lay out the most important rules," she continued.

"You are here at Western to learn. Part of that experience is to mingle with your peers and to develop the ability to carry on meaningful social intercourse with them both in a social and business context. I also fully expect you to attend school extra curricular activities with them on a regular basis and to have a good time doing so. If you don't you will find yourself at a disadvantage in future years when you will have to mingle but find yourself unable or unwilling to do so."

"Sounds fair," he murmured.

"Because of the spread of numerous different STD's, we will be mutually exclusive sexually, or I will end it, and I promise to respect you in the same way."

"Lastly, I'm just an old broad, you're a hunk of a young man, and we don't have a future. We have what we have for as long as we want it."

Turning to him, she took his hand in hers, and looking into his eyes she concluded her relationship parameters, "Sweetheart, I hope, as do your parents, that you'll some day meet a young woman and develop a relationship. We all hope that relationship will be mutual, and you'll begin to find yourselves falling in love. and that you will each wish to marry the other in a life long commitment. If you meet such a woman, I hope you'll respect me enough to inform me that you've met a nice woman. If you decide that you're ready to ask her to go steady or to ask her to marry you, please let me know beforehand. Not because I want to become a jealous old hag and that I will then have time to try to break it up, sweetheart. The night you tell me that you are ready to commit yourself to her will be the last night we will make love in our bed or any other place."

Before he could make any reply she said simply, "When that time comes she needs all of your attention, all of your heart, and all of your time, not me. If you can't or are unwilling to do this, she's not the right woman and to do anything less is cheating, and I won't ever do that or allow you to do it." 

Tony returned her gaze and with as much conviction in his voice as he could muster he simply said, "Rose, honey, I'd never thought about all of the things you've said this evening because it's all so new, but I do agree."

"There may be some things I've overlooked, but we'll address them as I think of them," she said with a smile, thinking it had turned out better then she could have hoped for."

Not bloody likely that she's missed anything, passed through his mind. 

Because both of their minds were still trying to digest what had happened that evening there was no lovemaking that night. Instead they mutually agreed, although no words were spoken, to hold each other and just glory in the warmth of the others presence.


On Monday everything seemed to settle back into their established routine. That night their love making resumed

On Tuesday they arrived home to find that the phone company had installed the phone lines in hers and in Tony's room.

On Wednesday Rose received a heavy envelope from the Western University Alumni Association. Upon opening it she found her season tickets from the Music Department and the Performing Arts Department for their season events. Actually there were two sets as she had ordered hers as usual, but she'd also ordered sets of tickets for Tony. She'd meant it when she told him that he needed to experience all of the amenities of university life. 

During dinner that evening she gleefully told him about the tickets, and the reason she'd bought tickets for him. She concluded her remarks by telling him that any time he had an idea to attend any of the events with someone else he could use her tickets as she was able to obtain another ticket for herself, since she was forever promised a box seat because of her late husbands position and she promised not to peek to see who was Tony's companion, which brought a smile to each of them.

That evening a new element was added to their evening ritual when Tony asked Rose for help with some of his homework. She was delighted and grateful that he had the sense to ask for help when he knew he was in heavy waters.

After doing the dishes and cleaning up she went to Tony's room, asked him if she could come in, and then sat down to help him with his problems.

That night after a very pleasurable bout of lovemaking, Tony lay holding Rose in his arms, and just before he dropped off to a most satisfying sleep in the arms of Morpheus, his final thoughts were, Old son, you have it all. A fine place to stay, wonderful parents who love you and want for you the best, A beautiful woman to teach you the art of love and to be your lover, and finally, a teacher who can guide you through the difficulties of university life.

On Saturday, as promised, Tony began to set up Rose's computer, but first he gave her a present.

"Rose I know that at your school, just as they do at Western, they constantly scream, "Back up! Back up! Back up!" Right now you don't have a back up, so please accept this as a present from me, and he presented her with a box which upon reading the blurb on the front, she discovered to be a six gigabyte external hard drive.

Having only a vague idea of what that meant, she queried him, "And . . . "

"All of the information you put in this computer you may need at one time or another, such as students records and grades, etc. but some computers are prone to crashing and losing that information. The Macintosh is less prone then the others but problems can happen. To prevent the loss of the information you set the computer up so that it periodically scans your computer and this hard drive. When it finds a difference between the two it copies the computer information to the hard drive so that if a problem does occur you haven't lost the information. 

"While I set the hard drive and your system and your external hard drive up, you need to make a couple of decisions. The first is who will be your primary internet provider, and there are several. I'm going to give you brochures from the big ones so that you can make a choice. Next I'm going to suggest you establish an account on at least one of the free sites for e-mail you may not wish to receive at your main site."

"Why don't I just get a couple of free sites?" she asked.

"You get what you pay for," was his reply. "One of the advantages of paying for a server is that they have a greater interest in protecting your privacy. You don't want pop-up ads, you don't want spam, and there are a lot of other things that can occur that you don't want. If you're paying for the service it behooves them to protect you. If it's free they generally don't really care.




As Time Goes By



Gary parked their car in the handicap parking space and, after hanging the decal on the cars rearview mirror, got out and walked to the passengers side of the car. Opening it, he helped his wife, Brenda, out and they slowly made their way into the restaurant.

Even at seventy-six years or age, Brenda was still the attractive wife he had married so many years before. Oh sure, her figure showed some of the ravages of time, but, in his eyes she was still the glamorous woman of thirty-five he had wooed and won when he was the young college graduate of twenty-two. Even though she had difficulty with her legs, she was still the hellion between the sheets that he had discovered, living in the apartment next to his, there in Chicago. 

Right in the beginning, she had warned him that these days would come, but, in the brashness of youth, he had declared his everlasting love for her. While at his sixty-seven years of age, he sometimes found it difficult to quench the fires of passion that still burned brightly in his wife's body, they had found other ways to satisfy her needs; the dildos and vibrators, kept in their bedside night stand, as well as his tongue, which was still more than adequate to bring her to orgasm.

--------------------------------------------------

It had all begun so many years before. 

Gary had counted himself lucky to find an apartment within walking distance of the new job he had acquired in the advertising business there in Chicago, right after graduating from Northwestern. While the pay was not great, the chances for advancement were, for the business, while relatively new, had obtained several big name accounts and was expanding rapidly.

The week following his moving in, he had met his next door neighbor, the beautiful young widow, Brenda Snows. He was immediately attracted to her, even though she was some years his senior. 

The hormones that had remained dormant during his last year of school, while he concentrated on his studies, surged to the forefront and he found himself jacking-off almost nightly to the vision of Mrs. Snows. And what a vision it was; the tall, slender, redhead, with a curvaceous body, a body she had displayed in a form fitting pant suit when first they had met.

It took almost a month, but, flush with his first months pay, he worked up the courage to invite her to dinner. Somewhat to his surprise, she accepted readily and they made a date for that Friday evening at a nearby Chinese restaurant.

It was summer time and they both dressed informally, he in slacks and a sport shirt, she in a light summer dress, a dress that would be fuel for more nightly sessions with his right hand. 

They had been seated in a booth and, over cocktails, as they perused the menu, he told her all about his new job, about his school year and the parents he'd left behind in the small town in southern Illinois. Gary couldn't help but brag a little about his feats as a football player, to hear her laugh and tell him that her late husband had followed the Northwestern games. Of course, that had been before Gary even entered college.

Over dinner, she told him that, Robert, her husband of ten years, had suffered a massive heart attack while at work and had died almost instantaneously. "It was such a shock," she said, that she still wasn't completely over it, although it had happened five years before, right after her thirtieth birthday, not too long before his forty-third. 

"He was a senior partner in a law firm and left me well off, as far as money was concerned, but, I gave up the apartment we had on the Loop and I moved here to cut expenses." She became maudlin, saying, "I still miss him terribly," then, without thinking, added, "he was a wonderful lover." Brenda turned bright red, almost matching her hair color. "Oh, I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out." They both laughed at her embarrassment.

After dinner, they strolled back to the apartment building, pausing to look at some of the store front displays. As they stood in front of a dress shop window, Gary brazenly took her hand in his, remarking that one dress in the window, displayed on a mannequin, would look spectacular on Brenda. She laughed and squeezed his hand in return.

Back at the apartment, outside her door, Brenda thanked Gary for a wonderful evening and, as she opened her door, turned and gave him a light peck on his cheek, before going in and closing the door behind her. For his part, Gary could hardly wait to get to his own apartment, strip, and lay down on his bed to jack-off, before going to sleep. Some time during the night, he woke to find he had another raging hard-on and jacked-off again.

Gary was awakened the next morning to the incessant ringing of his phone. Groggily he answered to hear Brenda's laughing voice. "Hey, sleepy head, how would you like to join me for coffee and toast at Brenda's own coffee shop? You won't even have to leave the building, it's right next door." 

"I'd love to but you'll have to give me a minute to get dressed," his hand again stroking his cock that had stiffened at the sound of her voice.

"Don't bother, just come over in your pajamas, this is a very informal coffee shop."

"You'll have to give me time to find some pajamas then, cause I sleep in my bare skin," he answered, stroking hard and fast.

There was a pause in the conversation as he continued furiously stroking his cock. "Oh. Well, I guess you'd better find something to put on, then. When you're ready, come on over, the door will be unlocked." 

As Gary put the phone down, his cock spewed out a stream of creamy cum. Pausing only long enough to empty his swollen bladder and pull on a pair of jeans, Gary went next door.

Brenda was seated at her breakfast table, a coffee pot, two mugs, a plate of toast and a jam pot in front of her. She had on a brightly flowered housecoat, through openings, Gary could make out a shear nightgown. He was thankful that he had just moments before, drained his balls, for he was positive he would have developed another hard-on. Her red hair was pined up on the top of her head and she looked spectacular.

As Gary moved to sit down across from her, she said, smiling, "Aren't you going to thank the cook for this scrumptous breakfast?" He immediately got back up and moved to her side of the table and bent down to give her a light kiss on her cheek as she had done with him the evening before. Instead, Brenda reached around his head and pulled him to her lips in a long, deep kiss. 

When she released him, Brenda was still smiling. "I really wanted to do that last night, but I was afraid what you might think. Last night was the first time in five years that I felt alive and desirable again." Gary leaned back down and kissed her again, this time without her having to hold his head.

Without saying a word, Gary went back to his seat and sat down. With a very serious look on his face, he said, "Brenda, you are a very desirable woman. I've thought that ever since I met you." He picked up the coffee pot and poured some into each mug. She picked hers up and took a sip, her eyes smiling at him over the rim of the mug.

"I almost asked you to come in with me last night, Gary. I meant it when I said that for the first time in a long time, I felt alive, that I had the feelings of happiness." She paused for a few seconds. "And the feelings of...of needing you to put out some of the fires that you lit." She put the coffee mug down. "Do you understand?" Her eyes were no longer smiling but now had the serious look of a passionate need.

Gary nodded his head in complete understanding. "Do you know what I did last night after you closed your door? I went into my apartment and...and I masturbated. Not just once, but, a second time when I woke up around three o'clock this morning. And when I heard your voice on the phone this morning, well, I just had to do it again, that's the effect you have on me."

Brenda's eyes opened wide, almost as if in disblief as she heard his confession. "My god, Gary," she said horsily, "if only I had known. We could have spent the night making love."

"I don't know about how you feel right now, but this is Saturday and I don't have to go to work until Monday morning. We could spend two days, fucking our brains out."

A noticable shiver ran through Brenda as she put her coffee mug down. "Finish your coffee, my love." she murmured excitedly.

If Gary's cock had teeth it would have gnawed its way free of the jeans he was wearing. "Damn the coffee," he answered, ignoring the niceties, "Let's get to bed and fuck!"

Simultaneously, they rose from their seats and, with Brenda leading the way, went to her bedroom, the flowered housecoat dropping along the way. By the time they had entered the room, Gary's cock had been freed of its confinement, standing straight out from his groin. Brenda merely pulled her nightgown up under her chin to reveal her firm, rounded breasts before falling onto her unmade bed. In a flash, Gary was on his knees between her legs, his cock leading the way. As he fell forward, Brenda grasped the firm rod, directing it to her hungry hole. She moaned in pleasure as it sank into her until the red hair of her pussy was mingled with the dark brown of Gary's pubic hair. "Do it, lover, do it hard and fast," she sobbed. 

Brenda came quickly as their bodies bucked against each other in their dance of love. Her orgasm lasted only seconds and after the pause, they resumed the dance. She was moaning and crying softly when her second orgasm came, it taking longer to achieve than the first and seemingly lasting much longer than the first.

Gary's orgasm came shortly afterwards as he pushed his rod forcefully, as deeply as he could, to pump his seed at the mouth of her womb, with three or four strong contractions of his groin muscles. Then, as his cock quickly deflated, he fell full length onto Brenda's body, exhausted. Both were temporarily satiated. 

It was late afternoon when, after three tiring bouts of intense pleasure, they both fell into a deep sleep, cradling each other in their arms. It was Brenda who awoke first, concious of the sheet under her, cold and saturated with the evidence of their torrid love making. She smiled at the sleeping Gary, next to her, snoring softly. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she disentangled herself from his arms and rolled to the far side of the bed to rise and go into her bathroom to clean herself. Her red pubic hair was matted with a mixture of her own fluids and Gary's sperm and it took several minutes to clean and dry it.

Returning to the bedroom, she found Gary just as she had left him. She bent over his sleeping form and rained kisses on his face and neck. His response was to stir slightly then resume his snoring. Satisfied that he was too deeply asleep, she picked up the nightgown from the floor where it had been discarded some time during their love making and threw it onto the chair at her make-up table. Naked, she padded into the kitchen, they would have to eat something. 

She emptied the pot of now cold coffee, placed their mugs into the sink and threw the cold toast into the trash can. While setting the table for two, she heard the toilet in her bedroom flush and a moment later a similarly nude Gary, entered the kitchen. Without a word he gathered her into his arms and they kissed, deeply and passionately.

Brenda felt his flaccid cock stir against her thigh and, breaking the kiss, she smiled and said, "I see that there's still some life left so I guess we haven't fucked our brains out yet." 

Gary laughed. "No, but I'm glad to see that you need something in your belly besides a hard prick cause I feel the need of some sustenance too." Then, "Where do you keep your sheets, we made quite a mess of the one on the bed. Next time we'll have to put a towel under us." After directing him to the linen closet, he left, saying he'd take care of changing the sheet while she prepared their food. 

Brenda had microwaved a vegetable dinner for two from the freezer, adding some already cleaned and cooked shrimp to the dish during the last few minutes of cooking. Scrummaging in her small pantry, she found a bottle of wine, red, but it wouldn't make any difference if they drank it, instead of the white wine that was supposed to go with seafood.

For the most part, they ate in silence with Gary acquitely aware of the adoring looks that Brenda gave him. Several times they simultaneously reached out to touch each others hand. At the meals end, Brenda stood to clear the table and while rinsing their plates, Gary came to stand behind her, reaching around to cup her breasts and toy with her nipples. Brenda gave up the rinsing, tilting her head back to rest on Gary's shoulder as she enjoyed the attention he was giving her. Her body shivered as he kissed her neck and ear. Whispering into her ear, he softly said, "I put a towel on the bed."

Brenda broke out in a fit of laughter at that. "Were you planning on something that might get the sheets wet again?" With his mouth still at her ear, he replied, "One never knows what might happen." Brenda twisted in his arms to throw hers around his neck to kiss his lips, becoming aware of something probbing against her mons. "Oh dear, lover," she whispered through the kiss, "I think you are having sinful thoughts. Do you have honorable intentions towards my little kitty?"

Breaking the kiss, Gary replied, hoarsely, "I have all sorts of intentions towards your precious little kitty." 

"Good," she replied, "let's put those intentions to work right now, cause my little kitty is getting very hungry and must be fed."

In seconds they had returned to the bedroom and were on the bed. Brenda was quickly in position to receive Gary's stiff cock, but, instead of mounting her, he pulled her atop his body. In a squatting position, she lowered herself onto the ridgid meaty rod,watching it disappear as she impaled herself on it. She leaned backwards slightly, supporting herself with both hands on his thighs behind her. With Gary's hands on her hips, she began to alternately rise then squat again, taking his full length into her cunt. Unaccustomed to such rigorous activity, she quickly tired and moving first one leg, then the other, till she was on her knees astride him, his cock still in her cunt. 

Now Brenda could lean forward, resting both hands on Gary's shoulders, her tits swaying above him as she pumped her hips up and down. For his part, Gary could now reach up and grasp those twin mounds, to tweak and roll her nipples between his fingers. The combination of his cock in her cunt and his hands on her breasts sped Brenda towards her first orgasm. Like each of her previous first orgasms, while pleasurable, it was shallow and not long lasting and she quickly resumed fucking Gary's wonderous cock. 

As for Gary, Brenda's cunt's contractions during her orgasm were effecting him too, and he began thrusting his hips to meet each time she descended on his cock. His actions served only to bring Brenda closer, until with loud sobs and cries, her second orgasm came. Her even stronger cunt contractions drove him over the edge and he gripped her hips to pull her down hard, forcing his cock to its full depth as it spewed out his now, watery cum. He held her until the last spasm had drained his balls and he relaxed his hold. 

As his cock deflated, Gary pulled Brenda's body down onto his own and they lay like that, in each others arms, both breathing hard. Brenda was the first to concede that her 'little kitty' had taken as much as it could. "It's not sore," she said, "but I'm afraid any more of this and it will be. Do you mind?" 

Gary laughed. "Sweetheart, my balls could stand a rest right now. They're getting tired trying to keep up. The spirit may be willing but the flesh is weak." 

The following day was spent in holding and carressing each other, interspersed with short naps, and only twice leading to satisfying intercourse. Gary returned to his own apartment in late afternoon, leaving Brenda in the deep sleep of complete satisfaction. 

On Wednesday evening they again went out to dinner, after which, they returned to Brenda's apartment to fuck. The agreed that they would not repeat the weekends orgy but rather, spend the next weekend in a loving relationship, fucking only when their desires for each other overflowed and they could not resist.

After a month of this arrangement, Gary gave up his apartment and moved into hers and they lived like a married couple. After six months, Gary proposed marriage. Brenda was hesitant at first, arguing that their age difference was too great. "Oh no, don't play that card with me," Gary retorted, "this is the same difference you had with Robert and that didn't bother you. Besides, nowadays, women should always marry younger men who can satisfy their libido." Brenda laughed at that. "Just where did you get that information?" 

Gary paused as though in thought. "I don't know, I read it somewhere. Dammit, woman, I love you and want to be with you forever. If you don't feel that way about me, well, I guess we could just go along the way we are until you get tired of me."

They were married the following May, right after Gary's second big promotion at work.

--------------------------------------------------

Fortunately the restaurant wasn't crowded and they got a booth near the door so Brenda didn't have to walk too far. As they were eating their dinners, they would reach out to touch each others hand, almost on an unheard request, but just on the need for contact. It had aways been this way. 

Over after dinner coffee, Gary continued to gaze at his beautiful wife, no longer the firey red head he had first met, but rather, now crowned with beautiful snow white hair. She caught his gaze and smiled back at him over the rim of her coffee cup. Then, putting the cup down, and with a gleam in her eyes, said, "Gary, my love, would you be kind enough to take this old lady home and ravish her. I feel the need again." 

The waitress brought their bill to the table and, just before leaving, said to Brenda, "I love your hair, it looks so soft and clean, not like a lot of ladies with grey hair." Gary left a substantial tip for the girl.  

After his retirement at fifty years of age, as a full partner in the firm, they had moved to this small town in Indiana and into a small cottage. Brenda had spent many hours, even days in furnishing it, making it as homey as she could. Only one thing was other than the normal country cottage; their bedroom was made a palace of love, with a mirrored ceiling and a king size bed with a mirrored head board.

With Brenda seated on the edge of the bed, Gary helped to undress her till she sat their nude to watch Gary undress. "Oh dear, look at poor Peter," she had long ago christened his cock, "come here and let me kiss the poor dear."

This too had become a ritual whenever 'Peter' had not been fully erect before their lovemaking. Gary moved to stand in front of her and, leaning forward, she lifted the flaccid cock to her lips. He watched as the purple head disappeared between her lips and she began sucking on it, her tongue tracing its way around the bulb. 

Slowly the blood began flowing into his cock, firming it, no longer the hard rod of years before, but adequate for the task ahead. Her smiling green eyes gazed up at him in pride at her accomplishment. Still supporting his cock with her hand, she released it from her mouth. "There now, my love, would 'Peter' like to burrow into my little kitty, it's all nice and warm for him."

"Come on, woman, you know damn well that 'Peter' wants nothing better than to fuck your nice little 'kitty'. Get up on the bed, quick." Brenda obliged and Gary followed, to lay on his back in the middle of the bed so that she could mount him, the position that she had long favored. Before doing so, she bent over and deposited some saliva on his cock for the lubrication needed, then, astride him, slowly lowered herself, guiding his cock into her pussy. She sighed with pleasure when she was firmly seated on his hips, relishing the feeling of fullness. 




As Time Goes By



Leaning forward over him, hands on his shoulders, her once firm breasts were hanging down over his face and Gary raised his head slightly to capture a nipple in his mouth while grasping the other in one hand. Watching their mirrored image in the head board, Brenda began riding back and forth, her always sensitive clit rubbing on Gary's pubic bone. "Oh god, dear one, I love it, I love it," she whispered, as he lightly nipped at the nipple in his mouth, while pinching and twisting the other.

They fucked slowly without the urgency of years gone by. Brenda, using her cunt muscles, a technique learned over the years, kept Gary's cock firm, embedded in her, while she experienced several orgasms, one right after another. After almost a half hour, Gary's prick could take no more and his watery cum flooded her cunt, then it quickly shrank to slip out of her nest. 

It would be a long time before he could again rise enough to fuck her and Brenda was still not completely satisfied. She moved off of Gary far enough to reach into the bedside table drawer to pick up her dildo and vibrator. Returning to Gary's side, she handed him the cock shaped dildo. Laying on his side, his head pillowed on her nearest breast, he guided the dildo to her cum lubricated cunt and slowly pushed it in, to fuck her with it. 

Brenda flicked the switch to turn the vibrator on and moved the instrument to her clit. Her body shivered as it made contact with her bud and her hips began an involuntary humping, as Gary pumped the dildo in and out. 

After a few minutes, Brenda's humping became uncontrollable and she began moaning, crying out, "Faster, faster, oh god, faster, ooohhhhhh, I'm cumming, RIGHT NOW!" Her hips thrust up off the bed and Gary pressed the dildo fully into her, holding it there as the wave of intense pleasure washed through his wife's body. When she could stand it no more, she flung the still humming vibrator to one side as she sobbed in ecstasy. 

When the waves finally subsided, Brenda fell back, limp, gasping for breath. She turned to Gary to kiss him and to press her body to his. She was exhausted. It would be almost a week before the need for such release would arise again. But to Gary's happiness, arise it would.  



As Time Goes By



This day and age we're living in / Gives cause for apprehension / 
With speed and new invention / And things like fourth dimension.
Yet we get a trifle weary / With Mr. Einstein's theory /
So we must get down to earth at times / Relax, relieve the tension...

And yet not too down to earth. A dream vacation, a luxurious fantasy, an escape from the mundane into the realm of delightful possibility. The familiar made new with change of scene. A direct flight overseas, embarking upon a fantastic adventure, we enjoy a private cabin in the plane. A cozy space, large enough for two fully reclining seats with footrests, windows on one side, an aisle just wide enough for the steward on the other. A private lavatory, a Do Not Disturb sign. Soft clean blankets and pillows. Perfect. Dinner is a light plate of meats and cheese, breads and fruits, plenty of wine, a classic movie for entertainment. As we're settled in, about to drift off to sleep, I indulge in another form of entertainment. Reaching across to stroke you, feather-light at first, more firmly as you respond to my touch, a flush of warmth spreads through me as you sigh with pleasure, and I smile. A lovely little nightcap, a delightful taste of things to come. Sweet dreams indeed. 

A kiss is just a kiss...

We awake with the sun and prepare for landing. A long layover awaits in Frankfurt, but the time will pass more quickly for us than for most. Arrangements have been made for a driver to transport us to a nearby hotel, where we refresh ourselves with hot showers and fall into a king-sized cloud of comforters and pillows for a sweet few hours of rest. Reveling in the downy softness, I stretch like a cat as your fingers trace paths along my skin, painting patterns in the shallow hollows around my collarbone, the insides of wrists and elbows, backs of knees as your lips claim mine. I shiver, lost in your kiss, already eager for more, but we breathe deeply, slowly, and carefully tend the fire, bedding down the coals so they smolder quietly and long. We relax and doze. Soon enough it's time to leave. Another drive, another flight. Finally, the Adriatic where further adventure awaits.

A sigh is just a sigh...

There's something magical about arriving at a new destination after sunset. Leaving the airport, snuggled together on velvet leather seats in the back of the town car, we feel the twists and turns of the narrow road as we climb higher and higher, catch glimpses of shadowy limestone and ebony trees close enough to touch, finally turning a corner and seeing the lights of the city twinkling below us, mirroring the stars, the water a patch of shimmering dark. Then another section of narrow curvy road towards the hotel, imagining what this will all look like in daylight. The rest is a blur: we are greeted by our tour guide, presented with an impressive list of amenities eagerly shared by a concierge obviously proud of her hotel's fine services, escorted to our room by gracious hotel staff, until finally we are left alone to settle in for a solid, restful sleep. I'm dreaming as soon as my head hits the pillow, and wake to the sound of birds, feeling warm and snug in your arms. I cautiously untangle myself without disturbing you, smile as I watch you sleeping. 

Oh so delicately, I start feathering my fingers along your arms, across your chest. Slowly, I inch my body lower, my hands following, my heart beating faster with anticipation. So subtle at first, the barest tip of my tongue starts tracing circles around the tip of your magnificent cock, and I hear the first catch in your breath as I begin flicking along the ridges and contours. Stopping, I wait for the steady rhythm of your breathing return, then gradually ease my wet lips just past the corona, exploring that delicious little ridge with my tongue. Pausing. Waiting. Now your breathing is more ragged and your body begins to stir. I apply the barest hint of suction as I hold you there, savoring the textures, massaging you with my lips. Slowly, slowly I ease my lips lower, then up again, until I'm touching you with the barest of kisses, flicking my tongue along that exquisite ventral arrow. Still without hands, still only with the tip of my tongue, I begin to paint celestial patterns, circles and spirals, infinity loops. Carnal calligraphy I think as I invent esoteric alphabets, spelling erotic latin, frenulum, raphe, peninium, cavernosa. Seeing your length and thickness increase, hearing you begin to moan, feeling your fingers in my hair, I start painting in broader strokes, with greater pressure. You whisper my name as my lips return once again to claim their prize, taking you in as deeply as I can, hearing you cry out in joy, shuddering with my own release, drinking in the ocean. 

The fundamental things apply...

Such a sumptuous breakfast buffet, a rainbow of textures and flavors for visitors from around the world. Eggs with rich orange yolks. Ten kinds of fresh bread, pastry, and cracker with local jams and honey. Sweet yellow butter, clotted cream, dulce de leche, chocolate, and raspberry sauce. Crisp arugula, radicchio, romaine, cabbage; roasted red and gold peppers, zucchini, fennel, and eggplant. Prosciutto, salami, fresh green olives, and pickles. Gouda, feta, ricotta, and cream. Kiwi, pineapple, ruby red strawberries. Oranges, apples, bananas. Grapes and pears. Cereals and yoghurt with toppings of hazelnuts, walnuts, almonds; chia, flax, and bran. Dried figs, plums, apricots, papaya. Turkish coffee, tart cherry tea, rich guava-mango juice, and hot milk with cocoa. Food as rich and sensual as sex itself.

We lounge on the patio, basking in the beauty of the Adriatic, sparkling in the morning sun. The blue and blue, green and cream of sky and sea, plant and stone sing their siren songs. Birds swoop and sing; majestic gulls, proud pigeons, and little finch-like songbirds. The wind smells of green things growing, jasmine and rose, and the faint salt of the sea. Refreshed and eager, we set off to explore the old city.

And when two lovers woo...

The stones remember. Walls, which have stood through war and earthquake, sun and storm. Walls which have seen the pageantry of human life repeating itself over time, life's subtle variations like mere waves on the surface of the deepest ocean. We're told an amusing story about two buildings within steps of each other, one a monastery for men whose fathers' wealth did not extend far enough to provide an inheritance for their youngest sons, one a nunnery for women whose fathers' wealth did not extend far enough to provide dowries for their youngest daughters. Stories of secret tunnels discovered beneath our feet, forbidden fornication. As we continue through the monastery doors, towards an inner courtyard, our eyes meet. You grin mischievously, wink, and walk slower. I instantly understand your suggestion. My breath catches, my skin flushes pink as we drift to the back of the group, pretending to be fascinated by crumbling murals near a dim passageway. Momentarily unobserved, we duck under faded hemp rope implying off-limits, clasp hands, dash out of sight. Walls rise high above us, open to the sky. Another passage to the right, this one dusky and dim, thick branches of overgrown bouganvillea filtering the light. Three doors to the left, heavy and old with iron hinges. Pressing ear to oak, we listen at each, quietly testing each handle. Silent and locked. I marvel at the carved figures in the wood, here a laughing satyr, there a plump cherub, seemingly incongruous, yet also quite at home in this ancient place. Another turn at the end, now the wall of the bell tower rising into the sky, casting it's shadow as you press me towards it, a hand behind my head, a hand on my waist, your lips crushing mine with a burst of passion.

Our smoldering coals leap into sudden flame as I hit the edge of a stone table along the wall, stand tiptoe, sit on its edge. Gasping and yearning for bare skin, my hands sliding up under your shirt, your hands sliding up under my skirt, my legs wrapping around your waist. Knowing we could be found at any moment, our sense of urgency drives us towards an explosion of lust we can no longer contain. How many secret lovers have done the same in this place over the centuries? How many forbidden bacchanals when the moon was full and the trees blooming? How much of their energy still resonates within the stone, urging us on to exaltation? Lips kissing, tongues dancing, you push aside linen, pull aside lace, and thrust your velvet cock deep inside me. I cry out your name, shuddering with sharp bolts of rapture. You moan against my shoulder, luxuriating in tight, wet heat. I rock my hips, just enough, just enough, reveling in friction, shameless with desire. Yes. Fuck me. Yes. Now. Such fierce rhythm. Intensity rising. Yes. Fuck me. Yes. Faster. Your kiss stifles my rising scream as I come with you, each eruption a shock wave of bliss. We collapse against stone. Gasping for air. Giddy and giggling at the audacity of us and the greatness of everything.

Suddenly, we hear faint echoes of voices approaching and we hastily stand up, fumbling with zippers and buttons, both stifling laughter that threatens to betray our trespass. Clothing reassembled, we attempt to stand upright, to appear fascinated by the masonry and jasmine, just two tourists who wandered off the path. A door opens and closes, the voices stop. Gratefully we peer around the corner and, seeing no one, dash back to the passageway entrance. We're able to emerge again into public view as if nothing ever happened. Thoroughly pleased with ourselves, we wander back into the sun, through the gates, and rejoin our tour. Meanwhile, the stones remember.

The world will always welcome lovers as time goes by.