2 comments/ 24051 views/ 0 favorites Cold Morning in November Ch. 01 By: Grey Beard The sound of the backdoor opening woke me about 6:30 am, and in that dull sleepy haze, I suddenly realized that with my daughter away at college, this might not be a good thing. Then I relaxed when I heard Carol's familiar footsteps on the kitchen floor. We had been dating for several months, and although we had quickly moved beyond being just sex partners and were now close friends and lovers, neither of us wanted to give up our homes, let alone our independence. She was 42 years old and still had two teenagers living with her. I was 15 years older with one son on his own, but my daughter stayed with me when she was not away at school. A face with bright blue eyes, framed in long blonde hair appeared at my bedroom door, and she smiled and said " opps, I didn't mean to wake you. I just put the kids on the East Bound Amtrak so they could spend Thanksgiving with their father, and I just didn't want go home to an empty house." She yawned, and said, " uffda!! is it cold out there this morning. " I patted the bed and said " why don't you crawl under the covers and later I'll make breakfast." She undressed, but continued a habit that she started as a little girl and left her panties on. When she slid under the sheets and started to push her small butt into my groin, she felt herself being poked. I always slept naked except when my daughter was home, and although I really just wanted to snuggle and go back to sleep, I still had what men call morning wood. She said " just let me lift my leg a bit and I think we can fix that". I slid my penis between her legs and then reached around and pulled her close to me so that we lay like two spoons. It seemed like I had finally dozed off when Carol whispered " Bob, are you awake ". When I did not respond right away, she pushed her butt back into me and then pulled forward a bit, and then back again. That got my attention, probably because my semi erect penis was still between her legs. " Bob", she whispered, " do you want me to roll over so you can take off my panties?" Carol learned on our first date that one of my favorite parts of foreplay is to slowly pull her panties down and be greeted by the beautiful sight of her small rounded globes emerging like a twin sunrise over shimmering water. " No, not yet, I want to sleep a little. " Well then " she laughed " stop playing with my nipple." She made her point by pumping my penis a couple more times between her legs." OH, my God, that feels good " I groaned " I have not done that since I was a teenager." Carol said " huh ... you mean this " and she did it again. I told her that we called that dry humping. Something we did when you were with someone who didn't want to go all the way, and maybe were too shy or unwilling to try oral sex. I twirled the nipple of her left breast between my fingers and at the same time started to thrust my very erect penis between her legs. When she clamped her legs together, the topside of my penis slid along the length of her cotton covered vulva but the other three sides were treated to the feel of warm, and now damp skin. She bent forward just enough to cause the head to brush up against her clitoris and within moments we were both starting to breath heavy, and my groin was starting to tighten up. I gasped " there is only one thing better than this." I pulled my penis out from between her legs, rolled her over on her tummy and started to pull on the waistband of her panties. And then I finished the sentence by saying " and that is not having to do it at all." Carol arched her back enough to let me pull her panties down to her knees, and I pushed a doubled over pillow under her groin. The sight of that beautiful and oh so accessible upturned butt was almost enough to make me cum without even touching her. Balanced on my knees and one hand, I hovered over her naked body, and guided the dripping head of my aching shaft between the wet and swollen lips of her love tunnel. When I started to thrust, while still balanced above her, she looked over her shoulder and said " lay on me, I want to feel your hot body against mine and feel your weight ." I eased my chest down on her back and started pumping, my hips up and down until I felt her body started to stiffen. She yelled " Hold Me!!". I shoved my hand between her body and the bed, grasped her breast and kissed her ear just as she started convulse. The hot walls of her vagina rippled and milked my penis and I shot my semen deep into her body. It was not very often we both climaxed at the same time, but when it happens, it feels as if we just chased each other up a mountain. We lay there catching our breath and then we rolled, still connected, on to our sides. When I heard her snore, I slipped out of bed, and after a quick stop at the bathroom I started breakfast. The coffee was ready, and I was putting the baking powder biscuits into the oven when Carol came into the kitchen. She was wearing one of my sweatshirts that hung down to her knees, but when she bent over to look into the oven, I could see that she had pulled her panties back up. " Hey, if you had waited a few more minutes, you could have had breakfast in bed". She smiled and replied, " that's all right, I needed to get up anyways, besides there seems to be wet spot on the sheets". Carol watched as I cut up the onion, and threw them into a pan with crumbled sausage, and flour. The timer above the oven rang just as I finished stirring the milk into the pan. I piled the biscuits on our plates and started pouring on the sausage gravy. Carol spotted the squirt bottle of honey on the table, and said " you didn't leave any extra biscuits. what are you going to do with the honey?" I grinned and said " oh, we will think of something". After we had finished breakfast, and I was washing the dishes, Carol came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She kissed my neck and said " how about a kitchen quickie". I looked down and only found a slight bulge in my sweat pants, so, I said " we might have to wait a little while." She laughed, and said " hummm; maybe I should be dating younger men." I thought for a moment and said " yes, you could, but are you willing to trade quantity for quality? For some young men, satisfying themselves is more important than satisfying their partner. If I felt like that, by now you would have been up on the kitchen table, with the crotch of your panties pushed to one side. 10 minutes later, you would be standing here with cum running down your leg and frustrated as hell." I turned around and gave her a hug, and looked into her blue eyes, and said " but I am much older, and in fact I have been ejaculating since before you were born, so the only thing I need to prove is my ability to make you happy." She looked up at me and whispered, " and just how do you plan to do that?" I cupped her butt in my hands and lifted up on to the kitchen table and said " where did I put that bottle of honey?" Carol sat on the kitchen table watching me heat the squeeze bottle of honey in a pan of warm water. I told her that this was for her to do with as she wished, and wherever she squirted the honey, I would lick it clean. " You mean here" and she put a spot on her nose. I kissed her nose and said " anywhere." I locked the door, and closed the drapes while she took off the sweatshirt and lay back on the table on a couple chair cushions. She pulled her knees up and lifted her butt, so I could take off her panties and slip another cushion under her. First she stuck out her tongue and covered the tip with honey. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, and squeezed her breast while our tongues danced tip to tip. Then a glob of honey went first to one nipple and then to the other, and I licked lazy circles around the pink flesh before sucking on the nipples. She shut her eyes, and started to moan. " OK, Bob, this is a lot of fun, but how about this?" She squirted honey into her tummy button, and I licked it right back out. Carol looked down between her knees, and gave me an impish grin as she stuck the nozzle of the honey bottle into her vagina, and said " go for it". I sat down on the chair, and put my head between her legs and tried to stick my tongue as deep as I could into that dark opening. She started to breathe heavily, but still managed to shoot another shot of honey on her clitoris, but before I could cleaning it all off, she was convulsing. She clamped her thighs tightly against my ears, but I could hear the cry of passion. When she had settled down, she said" pull down pants and come over here, I need to taste some of this honey myself." She squirted it on the head of my very erect penis and sucked until I was afraid I was going to pop. But then she let go and grinned again, and said " I think you better give me a soapy washcloth before I finish off this bottle." I watched as Carol carefully used the washcloth to first clean the extra honey from her swollen lips, and then rub the cloth down farther between her legs. She touched the skin just below her vaginal opening and squeezed the last of the honey and it slowly oozed downward and started to cover her brown eye. My first lick was around the edges, but when my tongue touched the very center, she gasped, and then between her clenched teeth, she cried out " Bob, I need you in there now." The opening was slick from a combination of my spit and a flow of her fluid from her vagina, so when I pulled her feet upwards around my neck, the head of my penis broke through the initial resistance and impaled her rectum on my second try. I waited for a moment just in case she wanted to change her mind, but she nodded, and shut her eyes. The last and only time we had done this before was in a whirlpool bath with her clitoris being stimulated by a water jet. This time she reached down and caressed herself while I slowly pumped deep in and then almost out for about 5 minutes. The climax came more quickly this time, but I was able to hold one until I finally exploded deep inside her bowels. I pulled my limp toy out and leaned forward to kiss her. She smiled, and said " Yes, you are right, old men are more fun. And if you are still in the mood to please me, you can wash my hair when we take our shower and , I'll show how grateful I can be." But that is another story. Cold Morning in November Ch. 02 She was naked. Her petite body was tanned to a light brown, except where her bikini had protected the creamy skin of her modest breasts and shaved pubic area, from the assault of the Sun and prying eyes of Voyeurs. Her breasts were quite taut in spite of her forty plus years, and although it was very warm, her nipples were engorged. She appeared to be asleep, as she lay on a beach chair adjusted in a semi erect position, but there was an earthy purr coming from her delicate lips. When I looked at her reflection in the mirror that covered half the opposite wall, I also saw a tall man with a grey beard standing behind her. He was also naked, his thighs were still pasty white and his penis was also in a semi erect position. I reached down and slowly massaged her temples and then gently pulled my soapy hands upward through her wet hair. I leaned over, kissed her forehead, and then squirted a little more hair shampoo into her golden bangs. Before the soap had a chance to flow, I stroked it upward and let my fingers slowly massaged her scalp. I tried to pull each and every strand of Carol's hair through my fingers. When my hands started to pulse, great gobs of thick creamy suds started to emerge. She did not open her eyes, but a smile appeared on her lips and she said " Oh my God, if there was ever a time for you to go slow, it is now." We had finished our game of Honey Marks the Spot on the kitchen table, and had taken a shower together. Now after pulling a lounge chair into an oversized bathtub, I was treating Carol to one of her favorite forms of pampering, having her hair washed. The room was still very warm from our steamy shower, and the heat lamp in the ceiling glowed brightly. We were both finally dry, so I was careful to rinse her hair without getting the rest of us wet. She sat up and I gently massaged her scalp once again, but this time with a fluffy bath towel. I was almost finished when she turned her head to look at me, and my fully erect penis stabbed her in the ear. We both laughed, and she said " hey, Bob you have put that into some very tight spots, but I really don't think it will fit this time." I smiled, and said " so, you thought that you were the only one who gets excited around here? " Carol laughed, and said " no, but I didn't expect such a quick recovery. Come around front, and let's see what I can do to quiet you down." I quickly replied, " if you are thinking of using that puffy thumper trick they taught you in Nursing School, I think I'll pass." "Well, maybe that was a poor choice of words. How about release the tension?" I stood straddling the lounge chair, and looked down at her golden topped head. She reached around and with one of the cheeks of my butt in each hand, she guided my penis towards her open mouth. Just as I was about to enter that perfect O formed by her lips, just pulled her head back. Her tongue darted out, and she slurped the head, followed by a puff of hot breath. She looked up at my startled reaction and said " That's my only trick, and I learned that from you." Then she took a deep breath and quickly sucked my penis into her mouth. This was her chance to be in total control, so I resisted the urge to thrust, and I put my hands on the top of the chair and let her rock my body back and forth while her tongue fondled my shaft inside her hot mouth. Soon, it felt like my whole groin was alive with waves of rippling vibrations. We had done this enough times so she recognized the subtle signs that my semen's journey was about end. My breathing was now coming in short labored breaths, my penis was getting harder, and I started to moan. She was still gripping my butt, and just as I was about to blow, she pulled my cheeks apart and shoved a middle finger into my brown eye. Soon nature took over. My hips started to jerk, and when she felt the first spasm in my rectum, she pulled her head back, and my semen quietly dribbled into her other hand. I just stood there for a moment, while she wiped off her hand on the bath towel and surveyed her handiwork. As she gently caressed my deflated penis she said " well that seems to have really settled you way down, but I am still excited." I just smiled and kissed her upturned nose, and said " I think I can return the favor." I kneeled down, next to the lounge chair, and gently pushed her legs apart and started to lick the spot between her lips and her brown eye. When I moved upward, something scratched my tongue. I had not noticed the fine stubble on the outer lips of her labia earlier, but now I was prompted to ask Carol " would you like a shave?" She sort of looked off to nowhere in particular and said " no one has done that for me since the night we practiced on each other in Nursing School." I asked her if she enjoyed the experience, and she surprised me by saying " yes I did, almost too much. Her name was Glenda. Someday I'll have to tell you that story." I was sure that it would be an interesting story. In fact, I also had a story to tell about a time many years ago when a nurse shaved me. But we really did not need any ghosts in the room right then, so I started preparing for what I was about to do for her. I pulled a small basin from under the sink, and my razor and shaving cream from the vanity. I let the hot water run over the can of shaving cream for a few minutes before I filled the basin. Carol moved her feet on to the floor. When I laid a hot wash cloth between her legs and started to rub very gently over her labia, Carol shut her eyes. I squirted a thick mound of shaving cream on her public bone, and her breathing became short and labored as I gently pulled that warm silky foam down between her legs. Her lips were starting to swell, and I could smell the faint odor of arousal. I whispered " Carol, if you think you are going to go over the edge, it might be better to do it now before I start using the razor." She looked down and said " don't worry, I'll be alright, but when you are done ..." and her voice trailed off as she laid back on the chair cushion. . I started at the top and worked my way down both sides of the outer lips of her labia, and outward on to her legs, going over the same area several times until I had found every last hair. Back in my youth when I used to shave, I found that keeping my chin taut made things go a little easier. So, a couple times I gently tugged at her lip from the inside. After I rinsed her off with another wet wash cloth, I was relived to see that I had not cut her, but the skin look very pink and raw. I found a small bottle of hand cream on the vanity, which I warmed in the basin before squirting some into my hand. I started to slide my slick fingers over her freshly cleaned mound, and my thumb was gently rubbing her love button when Carol started to pant again. She cried out, " suck me." I put my lips over her clitoris, and inhaled it into my mouth. At the same time, I pushed my middle fingers, palm side down, deep into her vagina and pressed my thumb against her brown eye. She opened her mouth and let out a deep guttural cry as she started to shake. I held on when the convulsions lifted her butt off the chair, and when she came down she had impaled herself on my thumb. When it was over, Carol opened her eyes and said " hold me, darling." I scooted up next to her on the lounge chair and she lay in my arms. Although it was still very warm in the room, and she had recovered from her orgasm, she was still shaking. We looked at our reflection in the large mirror over the vanity for what seemed like an eternity. I broke the silence and said " Is that what Glenda did for you?" Carol thought for a moment, and then whispered " yes, but now that I know that you can do it too, I'll never have to dream about her again." Oddly enough, this was not the first time that I had been in bed with a partner who had experimented with other women. I kissed her on the neck, and said " I think we need another shower. We stood under hot spray, and Carol buried face in my chest as I ran a large soapy sponge down her back and on to her butt. When I slipped my fingers into the crack between those two delicate globes, she bit my nipple and said " Bob, don't you ever think of anything else?" I smiled and asked " do you want me to?" She got up on her toes, and kissed me gently, and said " No." After we dried each other off, we went back to bed and fell asleep cuddling spoon fashion. Later that day, I did my best to give Carol the kind of pleasure that she could never have received from a woman. But that is another story.