46 comments/ 24778 views/ 13 favorites The Silver Fox Club By: thecarolinadreamer Authors note #1. I have tried to write an erotic story rather than porn. I hoped to produce a product that will be read by mature ladies who like erotica, while at the same time keep those who like their smut just a little dirtier continuing to read my work. Readers of Literotica have always helped keep me on track with their comments and I'm counting on you to continue. Remember, every comment, with the exception of the 'eat shit and die type,' helps me to be a better writer. THANKS FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE IN THE PAST AND WHAT YOU WILL DO IN THE FUTURE. Authors note #2. Although fiction, this story deals with a very real problem with the Fifty to Seventy crowd, and is modeled after a real life case from this area. Each partner must answer the question, "Do I love him/her enough to enjoy this solution, or would I rather be divorced?" Remember, this is not a morality lesson, it's entertainment. Authors note #3. I would love to hear comments from ladies and advice on dialogue. I have tried to follow the advice from a book on how to write sex stories for women vs. men. All advice from anyone is welcome and for those who use my bio page to contact me I will do my best to acknowledge and thank you. ***** Laura's story: Jody's fingers traced their way up my bare leg, starting at the calf and slipping past my knee and onto my inner thigh. There they halted, making little teasing circles, while his lips captured my erect nipple. He then started nipping on first one and then the other, until he had both standing at attention like a couple of Marines. Finally, when I was so turned on my hips were writhing, unable to hold still any longer, that magic finger continued to my furry honey pot and caressed the inner lips. My husband could always drive me crazy with desire. Back in the old days we had many sleepless nights, choosing to make love long into the night. The next morning we could barely drag ourselves up in time for work. God, I miss those times. "Put it in," I moaned, stroking his hard shaft. I opened my legs as wide as I could and helped him roll on top. He propped himself on all fours and I guided him into my waiting slit. The head touched and I rubbed it up and down twice before he gave a push and slipped into familiar territory. I groaned from pleasure as it pushed its way inside and we started the age old dance of love. I couldn't help wondering just how long the music would last this time. I'm sure the same thing was on Jody's mind also, for I was just getting into the spirit of things when I felt him starting to get soft. Desperately I tried moving against him faster and he did the same. It didn't work; before I could climb Mt. Orgasm all friction disappeared and I was once again left frustrated, as was Jody. No, Jody didn't have a problem with premature ejaculation, he simply couldn't stay erect long enough to finish the job for either of us. This had been going on for a few years now, and after many doctors' visits, tests and every home remedy known to modern man, the only difference was in our bank account. It cost a lot of money to get told medicine couldn't find a problem, and had no idea what to tell him to do. Jody always was a 'can do' kind of guy. I remember his words after that last visit, the one when we were told there was no hope. "Well, Laura," he said taking me in his strong arms. "There more than one way to do a job. If women can satisfy each other without using a dick, then I can learn how to do it to. Thus began an intense study about how to preform cunnilingus properly. Poor Jody; he loved me so much he'd do anything to prevent me missing out on the orgasms he knew I enjoyed so much. I must admit, between the two of us—with me telling him what felt good while he tried out the different techniques recommended by the tapes we watched—he became damn good at oral sex. I had some experience back in college. My boyfriend back in those days had no objection to using his tongue to warm me up, as he put it. He did a good job but he couldn't hold a light for the Jody of today. I mean this was the same Jody who always claimed real men don't dine at the 'Y', but I'm here to tell you the Jody of today could make a woman hum using only his tongue. So what am I bitching about? Well, getting off on a tongue and fingers are okay for a time, but sometimes a woman has a deep down itch that needs scratching. At those times, nothing but a good stiff man can do the job. One of the disadvantages to our studying videos on cunnilingus was for the first time I saw that some men had much bigger equipment than Jody's six inches. Six inches was about all I'd ever run into in my single days, but on these videos I saw men sporting what must have been at least seven or eight inches and some of them were so thick I wondered if any woman could really accommodate something that size Anyway, that night ended like many others. Jody did his wonderful best, I finally cum from his manipulations and once again I fell asleep only to dream I was being filled by one of those well hung men from the videos. ***** "Don't forget, our neighbor Ted is taking me fishing this morning, and you promised his wife Sandi you would soak up some sun today." Jody reminded me the next morning while I made us a breakfast of bacon and eggs. "Oh, I won't forget." We had become quite close to our next door neighbors since we moved here three months ago. You might even say Sandi had taken the place of the sister I'd left behind when we moved to Garden City. As I puttered around cleaning up the breakfast mess and waiting for Sandi, my hand kept drifting to my crotch. Damn, Laura, I thought, you're rubbing yourself like a man. Well, after last night's frustrations, I had to admit it felt good. I sat on the couch and started letting my fingers do the walking, as Ma Bell liked to advertise. It was just beginning to feel good—I mean really, really good, when there was a rap on the door. I just managed to jump up and straighten my clothes before the door swung open and the petite blond hurricane from next door blew into the room, throwing her bundle of beach stuff on the sofa. "We don't stand on formality down here," she announced. "If the door isn't locked or the place isn't rocking, we assume you're accepting guests." "Be with you in a sec. Make yourself at home " I said as I rushed into the bedroom to change into my swimsuit, a yellow two-piece not quite skimpy enough to qualify as a bikini, but small enough to show off my mature assets to their best advantage. I had just slipped into the top and was about to step into the bottoms when I heard the bedroom door open. "Damn, Laura! That suit is going to have every man on the beach hitting on you today." She moved closer then caught my shoulder, urging me to do a half turn. "You sure it'll cover that full bush you're sporting?" I was so embarrassed I hardly knew how to respond. A forty-five year old granny like me just wasn't used to having women, even friends, bursting into my bedroom while I'm naked from the waist down. I must admit some of my hesitance was probably due to my not having thought about the hair problem before. I glanced at my image in the full length mirror. It had been awhile since I'd trimmed things up down there. My thick bush formed a hairy triangle, a little unruly maybe but just the way Jody liked it. "It is a little thick, isn't it?" Strangely enough, I was beginning to feel comfortable around Sandi. "I guess we'll just have to check." I pulled the bottoms up, checked the mirror and tucked any stray strands inside, then turned for inspection. "Good enough." Sandi said. She held my cover-up while I slipped it on. As she did so, her hands brushed my shoulders; just about like a man might and I wondered about that touch but quickly dismissed the thought as my wild imagination. In my world, men were men and women were women; there was no room for switch hitters, as Jody referred to them, when we saw girls in the movies take on both sexes. With all our beach gear thrown on the back of our 'Gator' and with what Sandi referred to as, 'the two best looking women on Garden City,' in the front seat, we headed to the water. Sandi directed me to the parking space closest to the, 'best spot on the beach,' and in less than fifteen minutes we had our spot selected, and I was reaching for our tent. "Hold your horses," Sandi whispered. No need to do all that." "Just what do you suggest we do, spend the day in the sun? I burn too easy for that." "You'll see." Sandi started fumbling with the tent as if she was having trouble getting it unpacked from its carrier bag. "Can we help you ladies?" As if by magic, two guys who couldn't have been out of their twenties were taking over the job while Sandi stood aside commenting on how smoothly they were doing it. As soon as the tent was erected and the towels spread Sandi and I sat and started applying suntan lotion. The guys were spot on. "Let me do that for you, pretty lady." The redheaded one took the lotion from my hand. Moving to my back, he squirted a liberal portion on my back and shoulders and began rubbing it in. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't used to having strange men rubbing on me but it seemed rude to protest. Deciding to take my cue from Sandi, I looked over to where she lay. She was flat on her stomach, spread out like a thrown away doll; while the other young fella, his name was Chuck, was kneeling beside her making sure her feet wouldn't burn. I didn't protest, so my guy, Red, continued spreading lotion across my back. He lifted the strap enough to get under it, and then continued down to just above the waistband of my suit. At this time he seemed unsure of how to proceed, so he applied an extra application. I was fascinated by what was happening on the next towel and when I glanced at Red, I knew he was watching also. Chuck was working on Sandi's upper thighs and when he squirted another dollop in his hands, rubbed them together, and cupping her right thigh in both hands, he rubbed upward. "Uhh, that's nice," Sandi moaned and shifted her legs wider apart, allowing him full access all the way up to her bikini covered crotch. Chuck took full advantage, letting his fingers play over the thin material while he pretended to do a good job before moving on up to her back. "Uh—why don't you lie on your stomach so I can finish," Red was clearly the more inexperienced of the two. "Okay, but I don't think we'll exactly finish that far." "No Mam, you just say when and I'll stop." Oh my God! I thought. I had been able to see that Chuck had an erection that was nothing to be ashamed of, but as I eased into position, I caught sight of Red's swimsuit. It looked like he was hiding a sixteen ounce beer can. I couldn't tear my eyes away. God, what would it feel like to have that thing poking on me? A soft voice from deep in the back of my mind kept reminding me I was a Grandmother and this boy beside me could have been my son, but as his fingers made their way up my thigh, I told the voice to shut up. "Don't forget, you have to say when," Red whispered, as his hand touched the gusset of my suit and played there just a little longer than necessary. "Wh-wh-when," I finally managed to stutter, but not before my body betrayed me by lifting my hips and pushing back against his hand. For the first time I realized how hard I was breathing. Red's breathing sounded different also. Could a man like that possibly be interested in an old woman like me? When I thought of the frustration Jody and I were experiencing my mind drifted to places I wasn't quite ready to go. Then I realized I was actually getting moist at his touch. "Now for your front," he helped me turn onto my back. For a few moments I was lost about what to do. I followed his urging, my hormones raging, while he applied lotion to the top of my legs. God, it felt fantastic. I closed my eyes and just went with the flow—right up to the point his fingers pinched my labia together bringing pressure on my clit. It was like an electric shock surged through my pelvis, bring me out of my dream world. "No! I can't—it's not right, I'm a married woman." I caught his hand, pushing it away while I sat up. That's when I noticed both Sandi and Chuck had abandoned their activities and were watching us. I had no idea how long they had been watching, but I sure my face must have turned bright red. "That's saying when," Red said, backing away with both hands in the air in mock surrender. "I promised to only go as far as you allowed, so I'm quitting." That was all he spoke aloud, but his little lost puppy dog look, as he arose to his feet, said volumes. I could tell he really didn't want to leave. Apparently Sandi picked up on this also. "Oh my God!" She said, leaping to her feet. "Don't be too obvious guys, but look about two hundred yards behind you. You see those two goons coming this way? Well they are the men my husband uses to keep an eye on me. You might want to act like you're thanking us for this bottle of water," she handed him a bottle, "and don't be anywhere around when they get here." "Why did you say such a thing?" I asked as we watched the nice young men hurry away, but not before Red had said he'd like to get together another day. "Red was about to want more than you're ready to give. Scaring them away seemed like a good idea at the time." "You're right, Sandi. Thanks." Her words brought the niggling doubt, that I could have stopped Red if he had insisted, crashing to the forefront of my mind. I realized I had a lot to thank Sandi for; I had been on the edge of allowing another man's hand where only Jody's had been since we got married. What was wrong with me? We both ran into the water to cool off. After toweling dry, we settled down to attempt to read our books. I recognized Sandi's as a mystery while I had chosen a hot, steamy romance; one of those where the woman has her legs spread by the end of the first chapter. Wow! Was that a wrong choice! Sandi seemed to have her eyes on me more than the book, so finally I laid mine aside also. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "It's really none of my business." "Don't hand me that bull. We're friends aren't we? If you have something to say, say it." "Okay, I'll say it, but there's no way to sugar coat the questions." Sandi gave up all pretense of reading and sat so we were looking each other in the eyes as we talked. "Look Laura," she began, "It's very clear you're not the same type woman I am. Hell, I'll admit it—if I had been by myself just now, Charles and I would be behind one of these dunes right now going at it like bunnies. I would have been able to go home tonight, pull Ted to the bed and give him the screwing of his life, without giving Charles a second thought." She hesitated while taking a sip of water. "Can you honestly say the same?" "Of course not; I've never been unfaithful to Jody and if you hadn'tstopped me just now I don't know what I'd have done; probably let Red do what he wanted to, if he pushed it, and then I'd have been so eaten up with guilt I'd have confessed everything to Jody." "No, no, no Honey. We never do anything that crazy. All that will do is cause more problems." I agreed but I still couldn't get my mind off my problems. I guess it must have shown for she couldn't let the subject drop. "Laura, there's something you aren't telling me. Anyone can see you're a sexual pressure pot ready to explode. If you can't relieve what's bugging you, you'll blow up and both you and Jody will get hurt." That did it. I knew she was right and somehow it seemed confiding in her was the best way. I started at the beginning, back when Jody first started having problems keeping it up, and went through the whole story. The concern on her face turned to excitement when I got to the part about how good Jody had become at oral sex. "Damn girl! You have a sex god on your hands and you're bitching." "Crazy isn't it? It's not that getting off like that isn't good—it is, but you can't imagine how much I miss a good hard pounding every once in a while." A big grin spread across Sandi's face. "Girl, your troubles are over. All we have to do is convince Jody to go along with the cure and I can't imagine how that could be very difficult." "I told you we tried everything. Nothing helps." "Just listen to Aunt Sandi and keep an open mind. "Have you ever heard of the Silver Fox Club?" "Isn't that the place you and Ted took us the first time we went out together? The place with the great band?" I remembered almost every detail of that night. Jody and I had danced more than we had in years, and as it to cap off a perfect night Jody managed to keep it up until I was sated. "Right, the Silver Fox Club is the name of the nightspot we visited. Six nights a week it serves the public and makes loads of money for its owner; but it's the seventh night that is the answer to your problems." I'm sure I must have looked very confused, since I was very confused, so Sandi explained what the Silver Fox Club really was. It was a group of retired couples that needed some spice in their sex life. They started calling themselves the Silver Fox Club and when they made a deal with the owner to make the club their private meeting place every Tuesday, he renamed his business the Silver Fox Club. Every Tuesday "Private Meeting" flashed on the sign, the band was replaced by a DJ and only a minimum staff worked. Around six each Tuesday cars would begin rolling into the lot, sometimes as few as ten, sometimes as many as twenty five; never more than twenty five since that was the limit on club membership. Inside members would find a light dinner waiting, dancing was available, as was the bar. "The dues take care of the meal, the owner provides the music, but anyone who drinks pays for the booze," Sandi explained. "I don't see how this can help my sexual problems." "Laura, you are something else." Sandi just shook her head and laughed. "How can anyone reach your age and be so naïve? Let me explain exactly what happens once you enter the club. The men place their name on a two piece placard. One piece goes in a box; the other is placed on a table to mark where they are sitting for the night. Promptly at six thirty the front doors are locked, the ladies pull a name from the box and locate the man it belongs to. He's her date for the night." "You mean the woman has to—you know—do the man she pulls, no matter what?" I couldn't imagine such a thing. Uggh! Suppose the man is a total jerk. "Of course not! The couple must eat together and of course civility is a requirement, but that's the only thing that must take place. They can remain at the club all evening; they can take in a movie or one of the shows up in North Myrtle, or anything else they may want to do. Personally, I find a moonlight walk on the beach very relaxing before heading for the bed. Whatever they do is up to them, however the man must take the lady home, and he must leave the lady's house before two in the morning. Of course he cannot go back to his house before two fifteen; that's to keep him from running into his wife's date." Sandi didn't say another word for what seemed like ages. Finally she shocked me with, "Laura, Ted and I have been authorized to invite you and Jody to join the Silver Foxes." Now I was speechless. Yes, I could see the way such an arrangement would help me. At least once a week I could get the deep loving action I longed for. "But what about Jody?" I asked. "How does he fit in? Any woman who draws him is bound to be disappointed." Once again Sandi laughed. "Laura, you're too much, girl. Don't you realize Jody will be the most popular man in the group—if he's anything like as good at oral sex as you claim. There isn't a man in the group who isn't pitiful down there—I guess it must be an age cultural thing, since when these guys were growing up that kind of thing was unmanly. To be truthful, I can't wait to pull his name myself." The Silver Fox Club "I don't know..." I didn't want to admit to myself the idea appealed to me. "But even if I said OK, how would we ever get Jody to go along?" As soon as I had gotten the words out of my mouth her cell phone rang. She listened for a long couple of minutes and then turned to me with a smile. "No problems. While we have been talking, Ted has been explaining things to Jody. Ted says Jody is definitely interested." Now that was shocking news. I would have bet that Jody would never have considered such a thing. "Well, sounds like the ball is in my court, doesn't it? I have to think about it." "Sure," Sandi said. The rest of the day passed quickly—almost too quickly. The only thing I could think about was Sandi's offer and what I was going to say to Jody when he returned home. Did I want to do it? Yes and no, lately all it seemed I could think about, as I lay in bed each night, was just how good it would feel to have a man stretch me to the limit. This sounded like my chance to actually experience mind boggling sex again, with Jody's permission. How could I beat that? At the same time women like me just didn't do things like that—did they? Could I really go through with it? After all, when Red touched me like that, I stopped him. Would I get halfway through the evening and mess everything up by backing out? I just didn't know. We didn't mention anything about the Silver Foxes until we sat down to a meal of fried fish and grits. Jody saved me the embarrassment of having to introduce the subject. "Sandi say anything to you about the Silver Fox club?" "She mentioned it." I could feel myself blushing. "What do you think of the idea?" "Well Laura, it sounds like a chance for you to experience what you want, and if Ted knows what he's talking about, it might be a chance for me to meet women who appreciate what my skills down in the Vee." Oh my lord, now I did feel like a dog. He thought I didn't enjoy what he did for me. "Oh Honey, it's not like that at all." I could feel a teardrop start dripping down my cheek. I rushed to him, pulling his face hard into my bosom. "I do love it when we make love—but you know how good it feels during the time you can keep it up—well sometimes I want to climax while you're still hard and you know yourself, that seldom happens anymore." By then the tears were steadily falling. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. You say the word and I'll tell Sandi to forget it." "Whoa, Baby Doll, I'm not against it. Matter of fact according to Jody it sounds like I might make out pretty good in this deal. My only worry is that we might not be able to handle the changes this will bring to our lives. Blowing our stack once in a while is one thing, but cheating as a regular thing will ruin our marriage." I thought about what he said; he was right. Then I remembered how Sandi explained it was a once a week thing, but still..."I just don't know." "Do you really think you could let another man have you, Laura?" I took my time answering. "It depends on who the guy is, but Sandi says we only go as far as we want. Some couples leave the club and just do whatever until time to go home. So—yeah I think I can handle it, but I'd like to think about it for a while." "Me too, but the decision is up to you. I have to admit, I'm less than enthusiastic about another guy getting between your legs, but by the same token, having a woman who really likes my talent does appeal to me." Jody took me in his arms and pressed his flaccid member against my pelvis. We kissed, clinging together for what seemed forever; all the while his softness reminded me of the problem. "Okay, Baby," he said as we separated, "it's your call. Let me know about your decision, and I'll give them our answer." When I say thought about it, I mean I really thought about it—for over two months. During that time Sandi and I continued hanging out and going down to the beach to work on our tans. Also during that time Sandi continued to try to convince me her suggestion was the only answer to our problem. We'd be stretched out on our beach towels and some well hung stud would strut by. Sandi never missed the opportunity to point out just what that piece of meat could do to me. Red even stopped by one morning and offered to rub my lotion in before I got burned. I must admit, the thought of his hands on my body was appealing, but I fought off the temptation. Anything I did would have to include Jody, or at least be done with his knowledge and while he had the chance to enjoy himself also. Finally one night after a particular unsatisfying bout with Jody, I could stand it no longer. "Honey," I said, "You know I love you, but I just can't take this any longer. I must have a good old fashioned orgasm. I think it's time to call Sandi." He picked up the phone and dialed. "Sandi, Jody here. We're in. Set the wheels in motion to get us to the next meeting, if you can. This happened on a Thursday night. I was a walking wreck for the rest of the week. Finally the big day arrived. Only about a half dozen cars were in the parking lot when Jody eased our Outback alongside a red SUV. He came around to open my door and I swear I think my legs would have collapsed when my feet touched ground, if he hadn't been there to lend support. "Easy, Baby," he whispered while he nibbled on my ear. "Not excited, are you?" I didn't bother to reply, mainly because I wasn't sure my mouth would form words, but I did cling to his arm until we entered the club. From that point, I hardly had time to be nervous. Sandi was waiting as we stepped through the door and she immediately took charge, making sure Jody signed in properly and even escorted him over to where Ted would be sitting. "That way he'll have a little moral support when he watches you claim your seat with another man," she whispered to me after we'd left Jody and Ted. "It can be quite trying for a man to see his wife coupling with another for the first time." We spent the next quarter hour with Sandi introducing me to the other women. We might just as well have sat in a corner, since I was so nervous I don't think I remembered a single name. Finally time was up. The club president blew a whistle, had the staff lock the front doors, and after a few short words of welcome, we women lined up to draw a name from the box. I took a deep breath, reached in and fumbled around a bit before grasping a card. I stepped away before I looked to see which name I'd drawn. "Mike Stanford," I must have said it aloud, for Sandi, who was nearby but in no position to read my ticket came closer. "He's called Big Mike," she whispered in my ear. "He's not a freak, but he's adequate, and I think he'll exceed your expectations. Let me steer you to his table." She led the way toward a corner table for two, where a giant of a man was sitting. "Wait," I said. "Show me your name." "Don't get upset, now." She showed me Jody's name. "Just look at it like this, I'll make sure Jody's first time as a Silver Fox is one he'll never forget." "Be sure you do," I said, then approached my date for the night. "Mr. Stanford, I'm Laura and it seems I'm your date for the evening." He'd stood upon my approach. "Just Mike, Laura, just call me Mike, everybody else does. In fact most call me Big Mike." He motioned to his body. He must have stood at least six-three with the body of a man who'd spent his life in the construction industry. My guess is, he must weigh over two hundred and it didn't look like there was an ounce of fat on his entire body. A full head of snow white hair made him look distinguished, and when he kissed my hand, saying, "I look forward to this evening, Laura," then held my chair until I was seated, I felt a tingle run down my body. Now here is a man, who knows how to treat a woman, I thought. I must say Mike proved my prediction to be true. He started talking the minute we sat down and never seemed to run out of things to say. He wasn't one of these people who hog the conversation either; somehow he seemed to lead me right into the middle of any subject at hand and I believe I talked more about things I knew absolutely nothing about than any other time in my life. At first I was concerned about Jody, and when I saw him escort Sandi out the door I must admit to a moment of jealously. It passed quickly. Since they left so soon, I figured Sandy would rather play than eat and if I knew my Jody that would be right up his alley. He'd want to eat something alright, but it wouldn't be very filling. I also didn't miss the little kiss Sandi blew my way After Jody and Sandi left I found I could relax a little easier. Mike and I paid a visit to the buffet line and Mike bought a bottle of wine, which was a good way to loosen my reservations. After our second glass Mike led me to the dance floor. He was a wonderful dancer and a perfect gentleman. When the DJ played a couple of fast ones we went back to our table where Mike poured another glass. Mike kept telling me how beautiful I was and managed to rub the back of his hand over my cheeks and up my neck to gently tug on my earlobe. When his fingers touched my earlobe and the space just behind, I shuddered. It was like he tugged on a string running from my ear to my vulva. He had just discovered one of my erogenous zones. "I better not." I pulled my glass back when he attempted to top it off. "I'm not much of a drinker." "Well, at least finish what you have." We continued sipping and talking about our favorite romantic movies of all time. "I don't think anyone will ever top 'Love Story' he said. While we were discussing our favorite scenes I realized I was getting to that feel good stage—the stage where I usually said and did stupid things. "They're playing our song again," I said when the Tennessee Waltz began. I pulled him to the floor and soon became lost in his arms. As he glided me around the floor, I slipped both arms around his neck while resting my head on his shoulder. I didn't actively respond, but I didn't pull back either, when he pressed his body against mine. His hand, which had started the dance firmly on my waist, slipped ever lower and finally stopped on my butt. It was soon joined by its mate and Mike pulled me closer. His swollen shaft pushed hard against my pubic area, making my body tingle. We finally stopped making any effort to actually dance, instead we just shuffled our feet while our bodies remained locked together. He continued exploring my mouth with his tongue while he pulled me tightly against his manhood. I was a bundle of contradictions; I liked the feel of the firm flesh pressing against my very being. It wasn't a monster, probably about like Jody's back in the day, but since it had been such a long time since Jody's could do anything except get almost hard enough, it seemed big—very big The important thing was, it remained firm during the entire time. I wanted more, and yet I didn't want to carry this thing any further. Still, even though every nerve in my body was screaming that I was doing wrong, the next instant those same nerves whispered, "once wouldn't hurt, would it?" "Let's get out of here and go over to your place," Mike whispered as he nibbled on my ear lobe. "I, I can't," I finally stammered. "I've never done anything like this before." "Sure, I understand. Believe me; I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do. We can still spend some time together tonight. To tell the truth, I enjoy just talking to you." Mike was the most understanding man I think I've ever met, except for Jody, of course. Jody was still number one in my book. "You don't have anything against taking the rest of the wine and a couple glasses out on the beach, do you? It's usually beautiful this time of night." That sounded like a good idea to me, I loved stretching out on the sand and watching the moonbeams sparkle over the water. That's how we ended up down at the water, sitting on a blanket, while Mike poured another glass of wine. We made small talk about everything we could think of while we continued to sip our wine. The next thing I realized, we were talking about our first loves. Mike told be about his first fumbling attempts at actually going all the way. "I was so embarrassed," he confessed. "We were so hot and ready in the back seat of Dad's old Lincoln. Man! That back seat was almost like a bed, and she was pulling at my pants, trying to get them down, while I had her top off and was working at unsnapping her bra. "Finally she had to do it for me. Then, when were both naked, she lay back with one leg thrown over the back of the front seat while the other rested against the back cushion. She took my rod in her hand, stroked it about twice before guiding the head to her slick opening. As soon as I felt my crown touch her labia, I gave a heave forward, felt it slip in all the way, and then her inner muscles grasped around my shaft—and that was all she wrote. "You're not cumming already?" She screamed, while she tried to work against my rapidly softening member. I never did get her to date me again." His wistful tone made me feel sorry for him, yet I couldn't help laughing. "At least I've learned over the years," he concluded, as he settled back on the blanket and pulled me down with him, until my head rested on his shoulder and seemingly on its own accord my hand started playing with the hair on his chest. I leaned over to plant a quick kiss on his forehead and started telling Mike about Billy, my high school sweetheart. Instead of wine, Billy had pilfered some of his Dad's White Lightning, not much you understand, only less than as a half pint jar full, but God was in His Heaven that night and the world seemed good. I'd had a sip or two, not near as much as Billy, mind you, but plenty to start a warm glow spreading throughout my body, especially in the lower parts, if you know what I mean. While it was my first time, it surely wasn't Billy's. Before I realized what was happening, my top was bunched up around my neck, my bra was someplace, it certainly wasn't on me, and Billy's lips engulfed my nipples and were driving me wild. "I can't, Billy. It'll be my first time and I'm not sure I'm ready." I tried to beg off, but he was having none of that and to be truthful, my young body was on fire, and I really didn't want him to stop. "Don't worry, Laura, I'll get you ready," he said. I lifted my hips while he tugged at my panties. Billy was a skillful lover and when he lowered his head and slipped his tongue through my labia, he could have done anything he wanted with me. I barely remember him spitting in his hand, and then rubbing it over his thing before trying to push it in me. I was on fire and couldn't wait to 'become a woman' as they said in the tame romance novels I loved to read. Then it happened. I could feel the thick shaft sliding along my slick lips. It wasn't pushing inward, just sliding along my burning grove, on every stroke, as the tip reached the top of opening it hit a spot that made me grunt and hug him tighter. I thought I was in heaven. Then he shifted slightly and instead of sliding along the grove, it seemed to catch on something, he gave a hard shove and I screamed. I thought he'd split me in half. I tried to pull away, but I guess he'd had that happen before. "Easy, Honey," he whispered, "it'll stop hurting soon and you'll wonder why you waited so long." So we lay there, me feeling like a stuffed pudding, for what seemed forever, but he was right. Gradually the pain lessened. Finally I tried to move and found it felt good. That's when Billy started humping against me, picking up speed until he was finally pumping like the old dog I saw humping Dolly, my pet spaniel. "Did you go?" He asked, as he fell to one side, panting like he was out of breath. I didn't know what he meant, so I said, "Yeah, I think I did." I wasn't sure what it meant "to go," but it had been a pleasant experience and I liked it. "Don't worry," he replied. "It's hard for a girl to go the first time, but it'll be better on our next date—a lot better." Somehow, we never got around to that next date. One of my friends told me Billy was one of those boys who kept score of the girls he bedded. Once you let him between your legs, he moved on to fresher pastures. I realized I was beginning to get a warm glow down in my nether region and when Mike leaned over to kiss my forehead, I didn't object. Instead, I offered him my lips and immediately I felt his strong arms tighten around me while his tongue tried to probe my mouth. Without thinking about it, I opened my lips and his tongue into slipped into my mouth We remained like that, tongue wrestling, rolling and twisting, our hands grasping for any bare flesh they could find, while we muttered sweet nothings for what seemed forever. My breath once again started coming in gasps. I could have remained just like that all night—all night or until his hand slipped under my blouse to capture my nipple; at that moment, all night was over. I knew we were going to take things at least one step further. Thank god we're on a public beach, I thought. That alone will act as a brake, since we can't get down to the nitty gritty out here in the open. Mike had indeed learned something since that first time, he spoke of. He pushed my top up and with one hand he unsnapped my bra. In less time than it takes to tell about it, his thumb and forefinger were working their magic on one nipple while his tongue played with the other. I lost all thought of Jody and what he might think about what we were doing. 'I can't' disappeared from my vocabulary, as I lifted my upper body to help Mike completely remove my top. With that accomplished, and me naked from the waist up, he rained kisses over every square inch of bare skin. I was on fire before I finally got his shirt off so I could return the favor. We twisted until we were face to face and I could feel his manhood pressing against my vulva. I shifted enough to make it touch me just right, and then we rubbed against each other until I could stand it no longer. I managed to slip my hand between us enough to allow me to unzip his shorts and free his shaft. His manhood felt even larger than before, and when I stroked it, he broke away and finished removing his clothes. I then did something I'd never done before—I always waited for Jody to slip my panties off, but that night I was naked before Mike got a chance to help. That was when Mike started showing more of the skills he'd picked up over the years. His fingers roamed the inside of my thighs, while his tongue explored my navel and the rest of my body, down to the hairline. I kept trying to rub his wonderful shaft, but his hands and tongue kept making me forget what I was doing. Mostly I just spread my thighs as far apart as I could and enjoyed the experience. The enjoyment increased a hundredfold when his lips seemed to lock themselves around my clitoris. While they worked their magic, he slipped a finger into me and seemed to know just how to apply the pressure. Jody had tried this often, but he always tried to work it back and forth, like the action of a penis. Mike, on the other hand, just kept a constant circular motion on a particular spot, and it felt much better like that. My hips began to undulate, but Mike had no trouble keeping his lips locked around my clit. I thought surely he'd soon tire, but it seemed he might keep tugging and licking my clit forever. Maybe he was helped by the fact that I had a well-developed clit and he could use his lips on it almost like a woman gives a man a blow job. I thought it couldn't get better, but I was wrong. Mike then inserted two fingers in me and started rubbing my love channel in a 'come hither' motion. As he picked up speed, something started to happen. I had feelings like I'd never felt before. I thrashed around so much he couldn't continue his tongue's action, but that didn't matter. A wonderful glow began building inside my body; I heard someone screaming and at first didn't realize it was me. The tingling glow built to a peak, I felt like I couldn't get enough air, my heart was pounding and my hips ground against his hand. Just when I thought I'd pass out from pure pleasure, I became as limp as a wet rag. I collapsed, as satisfied as a baby in mother's arms. Mike slipped up to lie beside me and I shifted my position so he could put his head on my shoulder. The Silver Fox Club I absently minded ran my fingers across his face and through his hair. "That was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it." I leaned over to kiss his forehead and realized he was soaked. "How in the world did you get so wet?" "Laura, you're too much; I'm guessing this is your first g-spot orgasm. Baby, you're a real squitter when you get your bell rung." I didn't know what he was talking about, but was ashamed to admit it. I vowed to Google the term 'g-spot orgasm' as soon as I could. We sat on the blanket, quietly hugging and watching the moonlight sparkle on the water. "You must be in misery." My hand slipped between his legs to engulf his still engorged manhood. "We can't have that." I stroked it and he pushed me back down on the blanket. He threw a leg over one of mine. I got the hint and quickly spread mine apart, giving him full access to my burning core. When his fingers took over where his tongue had left off, I couldn't hold my hips still. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they humped against his hand, working the two fingers ever deeper. Finally, after what seemed to me to be an hour, but in fact was probably only a minute or two, he knelt between my wide spread legs. I watched as he hovered over me, both knees between my legs, balancing himself with his left hand while his right aimed his very adequate manhood toward its target. As wet as I was, his glans didn't want slip inside when he pushed it against my slick opening. He pushed harder and I tried to wiggle to help him. Finally I reached down and pulled the lips apart and could feel the head penetrate slightly. Mike was a very patient lover and by working it in and out an inch or so at the time, I found myself gloriously filled. Finally our pubic hair touched and I could feel his sac slamming against my buttocks as he picked up the pace. "Oh yes, Baby," I moaned, then locked my legs around his back and tried to meet him stroke for stroke. I climaxed again and relaxed my legs, fully expecting him to be finished. He wasn't. He continued to plow into my hairy field and I found myself getting turned on again. We were panting so hard, anyone within a hundred feet of us must have heard. I clung to him and tried to keep up with his strokes as he pulled almost all the way out then drove in to the hilt. The long slow strokes had me purring like a kitten and I met his every stroke, becoming more excited by the second. I didn't think anyone could make me feel that good. Mike suddenly stopped the long strokes and started the short fast pumping that indicated he was about to cum. That's when I felt it; the tingling that started in the bottom of my feet and traveled up my legs, continued through my torso and finally seemed to explode out the top of my head. I could feel my muscles grasping and ungrasping his spurting shaft until we finally collapsed, completely exhausted. When our strength returned, Mike checked his watch. He had one of those little buttons you could push to get enough light to tell time in the dark. "Come on," He said getting to his feet and pulling me after him. "We better rinse off in the ocean and get you home. We wouldn't want you to miss your first curfew." I had forgotten all about the rule saying Mike had to be gone before Jody returned. The sandy towel worked well enough, once we shook the sand out as best we could, but I was glad I got back in my house in time to grab a quick shower before Jody came through the front door. I met him in the sexist gown I owned. It was so sheer he would be able to clearly see I had nothing on beneath. He came through the door with an ear to ear grin, and when he kissed me I could still smell the mixed aroma of Sandi's perfume and sex. "Have a good time Baby?" "It was good honey," he admitted. "She wasn't as good as you, but she was very good and as I say, very different. How was your night?" I loved Jody, but a man's ego is a fragile thing. Could he handle being told in detail how it really was? I decided not to lie, just not to go into too much detail. Full disclosure could come later, after we both got used to the idea. "I can honestly say that even though tonight was great, I'd never trade you for him. Let's just say tonight made me realize just what we have." "Know what you mean, I wouldn't want to stop doing this, but once a week is enough. We can use the other six days to practice what we learned with each other," He took my hand and I eagerly followed him to the bedroom. I wanted to see what he'd learned from Sandi, and maybe we could learn that g-spot trick. THE END ***** Thanks for reading my story. PLEASE VOTE—IT WON'T COST YOU ANYMORE THAN IT DID TO READ IT, AND WOULD MEAN SO MUCH TO ME! THANKS AGAIN!