6 comments/ 23234 views/ 13 favorites Lifeline By: vegasokie03 I thoroughly enjoyed writing this story; mostly because it was fun to watch these two characters come together and forge a relationship out of heartbreak, but more so having them teach the other about what they like in bed. I take full blame for any mistakes and I welcome all feedback. All characters are over the age of 18. Enjoy! ***** Untangling myself from Henry, I walk into the adjoining bathroom and softly close the door so I don't wake him up with the running water in the shower. I was used to working nights at the hospital so I tended to not sleep much on my days off. Letting the warm water run over my body I lean my head on the wall and think about everything that had happened over the past week. While it had all seemed to happen so fast, it had been slowly building for two years between us and now here we were. I knew we might be at a crossroads in our relationship and I wondered where it might go from here... // I was new to the Oncology floor at the hospital and had just transferred from the ER as a nurse. One of my first patients had been Ruth Pepperdine who was dying of brain cancer. I had quickly formed a bond with the 56 year old woman and we had spent hours talking about everything from her two boys to her husband of 37 years. She had revealed to me that she wanted her husband to move on after she died and to be happy. She worried about her family and what would happen to them after she was gone and somehow she had made me promise to look after them. Ruth quickly became a second mother to me and I loved her like she was family. During the whole four months that she was in my care, Henry or one of their boys would always be around to keep her company during the day. One of their boys, Steve, had just gotten married when they had found out that she was pregnant with their first child. Ruth so badly wanted to be around to see the birth of her first grandchild and it tore her up that it just wasn't going to happen. Those four months were a test for Henry as well. We too formed a bond and would grab a bite to eat or a cup of coffee several times a week down in the cafeteria to just talk. About a week before Ruth had passed, Henry just lost it and had cried deep, soul-wrenching sobs that broke my heart. I had taken him into my arms outside of his wife's hospital room and had just rocked him like he was a baby. His arms had clung to me like I was his only lifeline as he'd sobbed into my neck for what seemed like hours. Steve had been inside the room with his mom and had lost it when he'd seen his father crying in my arms when he'd come out for a break. I had held out my arm to him and had let both men cry; eventually letting them hold each other while I'd gone to grab a box of tissues for them. As I'd passed by Ruth's door, I could see that she was awake and with a huge lump in my throat, I watched as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. I knew she had seen her husband and son become emotional and it was times like this that I regretted having become a nurse at all. Seeing the heartbreak at the loss of a loved one never got any easier as time went on and not for the first time I thought about a change of career. The day Ruth passed was one of the hardest days I've ever had to deal with. I took it harder than I should have and had even had to take a day off to deal with my own heartbreak at losing a dear friend to such a devastating disease. Henry had had to deal with an emergency which seemed to happen a lot when you were a plumber. Bobby had been at his mom's side with Steve on his way from another plumbing job. Ruth had had a burst of energy the day before which had given the men a sense of false hope that she had taken a turn for the better but I had known that it was only temporary. The days that followed were a blur. I don't think that Henry was aware of much of anything. At the funeral he had sat stone-faced as a line of friends and family had consoled him. His dark eyes had seemed to look right through me as I'd taken his cold hands into mine. On behalf of the hospital I sent a condolence card but the Lily of the Valley plant was from me. They had been Ruth's favorite flower and she had talked a lot about the flower garden she had at home while we had talked late at night. Over the next two years I had sent cards for birthdays, flowers for the birth of the first grandchild and then the second, the engagement of their second son to his long-time boyfriend, and periodic phone calls to check in with Henry to make sure he was doing alright. I had formed a bond with the Pepperdine family but I quickly learned not to let it happen with other patients because it was just too hard to handle when I had to watch them take their last breaths or hear the sobs of grief-stricken family members. I was just sitting around my apartment doing nothing but talking on my cell to my best-friend, Trevor, who had also just gotten engaged to his long-time boyfriend when I heard my house phone ringing. Not having anybody use that number except for my grandma and great aunt, I had quickly hung up, diving for the cordless on the end table. "Hello?" "Hi. Is this Allison?" Trying to hide the surprise from my voice I had managed to get out, "Yes. Is this Henry?" "It is. How are you?" I could hear nervous tension in his voice along with his slight Greek accent. "I'm good! How've you been?" I wait for him to clear his throat before he answers. "I'm fine. Listen. Do you have time to meet me for coffee? I'd like to talk to you and I want to do it in person." "Um...sure. What time were you thinking?" "When do you have to go to work?" "I actually started my vacation today so I'm free whenever for the next week or so." Another pause greets me but I still don't interrupt. "How about an hour from now at Cuppa Joe on Russell Street?" "I know where that's at. See you then." An hour later I walk into the shop and see Henry in the corner sipping on a small cup of coffee, another one waiting on the table for me. I'm sure it's black so I grab two packets of sugar and a stir stick on my way over to him. Catching sight of me, he moves to get out of his chair to greet me but I stop him by walking over and giving him a big hug around the neck. Hugs aren't exactly new to us but the way he clings to me is. Tucking his head under my chin I soothingly rub his back with one hand and hold his head to me with the other. He finally releases me, giving my hands a quick squeeze before clearing his throat with a cough and releasing me so I can sit down across from him. We don't say anything for a minute while I fix my coffee the way I like it, watching him from the corner of my eye. He's always kept his salt and pepper hair short but I notice that there's more silver than there used to be and fresh lines are etched into the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. His dark eyes briefly glance at me several times through his silver-framed glasses and I can see the shadow of his beard under his skin. Ruth had told me once that even after he had shaved that he always looked like he needed to shave again. He was of Greek heritage and she said that she had always loved it when he had a beard or goatee, claiming that he was so handsome that she could never keep her hands off of him. Finally turning to face him fully, I notice that he looks more alert and rested than I'd ever seen him. "Hi." "So..." We both talk at the same time then stop to wait for the other. His boyish grin sends flutters inside my chest and I briefly wonder, 'Where the hell did that come from?' Smiling back at him I wave my hand for him to continue. "So...I guess you're wondering why I asked you to come here." "A little, yes." A little my ass; I'm about to die from curiosity! Fidgeting nervously with his coffee cup, he continues, "I wanted to thank you for all of your help and for not giving up on me or my family. It really meant a lot and I never have thanked you for everything that you did." "Ruth was a special lady," I softly say. I want to cover his hand with mine to still his fingers but I hold back. "Yes, she was." "How are you really, Henry?" I ask. Sighing and looking out the window he pauses for a second before turning back to me. "It was hell, Allison. Every morning for 37 years I woke up to her beautiful face and then she was just gone. I never thought that she'd ever go first but she did. She missed out on so much, you know?" This time I give in and squeeze his cold fingers in my warm hand. In a move that takes me by surprise, he covers my hand with his for a minute before letting go. "Valerie will be two soon and Junior is almost one. I guess you heard that Bobby got married to Justin a few months ago? They're talking about adopting a baby from Korea. Guess I'm gonna be a grandpa again." Shaking his head in wonder and grinning he takes a sip from his coffee. "I don't remember much after my Ruth died. I wanted to die and even had a plan." I feel tears stinging my eyes but I don't say anything. How could I? The man is baring his soul and I'm afraid that if I say anything that he'll clam up and this will be the end of whatever the hell it is we have. Glancing around the almost empty coffee shop he looks back at me and holds his hand out for me to hold. Hesitating for only a second, I give in and feel his fingers tightly hold onto mine. "The day I was going to put a bullet in my brain I got a phone call from you..." Henry pauses for a few seconds as looks out the window then back at me. "You were calling to check on me and somehow it was your voice that pulled me out of the depression I was in. I looked back at that gun after we hung up and I thought about everything you had done for me and about the happy times over the years between Ruth and I. It wasn't even five minutes later that Steve called and said that he'd gotten a card from you for Valerie's birthday." I try to pull my hand away but Henry only holds on tighter. Using my other, I wipe the tears from my cheeks and swallow a lump in my throat. "I pulled myself together after that day and moved on. I started spending more time with my sons and grandkids and started living again. One day I looked at Ruth's clothes hanging in the closet and at her side of the bed and it just didn't hurt as bad anymore. I bought a new bed and donated her things to Goodwill so others could enjoy what she had. Do you remember the plant you sent for the funeral?" Reaching over to wipe a tear from my cheek he waits for my nod. "I made a special flower bed for her and that plant is what started it all. She loved gardening and it made me feel close to her again when I saw that flower bed after I was done. So, Allison; I'm here to thank you for making my Ruth's last days as comfortable as could be and for saving this old man from himself." "It was my pleasure, Henry." My voice comes out choked and strained. "There's actually another reason I asked you here today." Reaching over to wipe my face again he pauses to let me compose myself and releases my hand long enough to let me wipe the mascara from under my eyes. I'm sniffling but in control again so he again takes my hand. "I realized that just because my wife died, it doesn't mean that life has to end. I thought about asking some widows out on a date from church or some of the single female customers we service but none stood out like you did. You were the one that I thought about when I'd think about another woman. You're more than young enough to be my daughter but you act mature beyond your years and you know how to act in any situation. By the way, how old are you?" "I, I'm...uh. I'm 34." I manage to stutter out in surprise. "I can't even begin to imagine that you might feel the same way that I feel about you but I'd like to take you out on a date. No strings attached. If one, or both of us, feels weird in any way we'll just go back to being friends. Deal?" Why am I just sitting here like an idiot? Say something! But all I can do is sit and stare for a full minute before he lets out a nervous laugh and smiles crookedly at me. Over the pounding in my ears, I manage to say, "I'd like that." His eyes light up and his voice is surprised and hopeful when he answers. "Really?" With a more confident voice, I say, "Yes." "How about tonight? That way we don't have a lot of time to think it through so we won't get nervous." "Okay. When and where?" // I had called up Trevor and asked him for help in picking out a nice dress for our date as soon as I'd left the coffee shop. After filling him in on all of the details, he'd quickly agreed and was now here looking through my closet. Everything that was a "no" was piled on my bed which left very little to choose from. "Really? Even the yellow dress?" I ask in frustration. "It's just dinner at an Italian restaurant. Nothing fancy." Rolling his eyes he pulls out a sexy black dress with red lace trim on the hem and sleeves. "This one." Looking at it and the pair of black pumps he's holding I just glare back at him. "No. It's too sexy." Turning away I find a green jumper and hold it up but he's not having any of it. "Girl, you can't show up in that. You'll look like a toddler going to the park. Now, stop arguing with me and let's figure out what to do with your hair." "What's wrong with my hair? I figure I'd just wash it and throw some gel in...What now?!?" I yell when I catch him throwing his hands up in the air and staring at the ceiling in horror. "Just go get in the shower and I'll pour you a glass of wine to help you relax. I'm not letting you walk out this door looking like somebody from the 80's." Smacking my ass as I walk by I give him the finger and listen to his laugh as I head to the shower. Trevor and I had been best friends since nursing school and I trusted his judgement. He'd talked me out of pursuing a relationship with Dr. Bilson, or Dirk the Jerk, as Trevor liked to call him. I had to admit that he was a jackass and had just used me for sex the whole six months we were together. The last I heard he had knocked up another nurse and was already cheating on her with another. Making sure to shave my legs smooth I quickly rinse the conditioner from my short blonde hair and finish up. True to his word, Trev had left a glass of red wine on the bathroom counter for me. Taking a sip, I dry off and pull on a sexy pair of panties and a matching bra before stepping out of the steamy room and into my bedroom. Trevor works his magic; blow drying my wet hair and working it so it framed my face nicely, then artfully putting on my makeup. It's not that I can't do my own hair or face. I just don't do it very often and Trev didn't trust me to do it right. It's not until I'm fully dressed that he finally lets me see myself in the mirror. My blonde bob hasn't looked this good since the day I'd had it done and my brown eyes pop with the purple smoky eye look that I could never replicate. The body of the dress lightly hugs my curves and pulls tight across my wide hips. A hint of cleavage shows in the vee of the neckline and I can see a hint of shimmer on my collarbones where Trevor had dusted some highlighter to show them off. I was wearing nude thigh high stockings with lacy tops (Trevor's idea); the hem of my dress stopping just above my knees. The heels gave me enough height to look normal. At 5'2" I needed all the help I could get. Turning in the mirror one more time, I can't help but think that I look beautiful. Trevor had done an excellent job in making my ordinary features become extraordinary and in picking out the right dress to show off my curves and not accentuate the fact that my hips and legs were thicker than they should be. "Honey, you're a genius," I whisper before planting a red kiss on his tanned cheek. Unabashedly he replies, "I know, love. Now, go take his breath away." // The traffic is horrible tonight but I manage to find my way to the restaurant with five minutes to spare. We had decided to try a new Italian joint that had just opened in an up and coming area of the river that was becoming popular with its variety of restaurants and small shops. Popping a Listerine patch onto my tongue I walk into the restaurant and look around for Henry. "Can I help you find somebody?" I hear and turn to find a tall, blonde man standing at my elbow. "I'm just looking for my date." "I'll be your date if you want sweet cheeks." "The lady's with me." Hearing Henry I look behind the blonde jerk to see that he's standing just behind him and is now staring the other man down. Shrugging his shoulders, the guy glances between the two of us in surprise and turns away with a shake of his head. Henry eyes me appreciatively and lets out a low whistle from between his teeth, twirling his finger around for me to model for him. Feeling my cheeks get hot in embarrassment, I do as he wants but I can see the looks that we're getting and I start to feel bad for Henry. I don't want other people to think badly of him and I start to think that maybe this was a bad idea. Ignoring their stares, Henry takes my hand and tells me how beautiful I am as we're guided to our table in the corner. Ordering a glass of Cabernet I settle on lasagna for my entrée as he orders a whiskey and a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Making small talk while we wait for our food, we fill each other in on what's been happening for the past two years. Well, it's more me talking as I tell him about transferring to the Pediatrics floor and my disastrous relationship with Dr. Dirk Bilson. I'm on my second glass of wine while he's still sipping on his first drink when he starts talking about Ruth again. I'm not offended because I know that she was an integral part of his life and for him not to talk about her would be weirder. Smiling and laughing as he tells funny stories about their years together, I realize that I'm falling for him. Maybe I've always had some feelings for him but tonight has made me realize that the way I feel goes way beyond caring for a beloved patient and her family. "Can I get you two anything else?" Looking up at our waiter in surprise I glance down at my watch and with a start realize that we've been here for over two hours! "Would you like another glass of wine?" Henry asks. Having just finished my third and not wanting to risk getting drunk, I shake my head no. "Just the check then. Thanks." Pulling his wallet out to pay, I think that this man is incredibly sexy in his black sports coat and blue button down shirt with just a hint of chest hair showing in his open collar. Catching me staring, I blush, as he smiles back at me. "There's a path along the river. Do you want to go for a walk before we call it a night?" Thinking it might be a good idea to clear my head I agree. Taking my hand, we weave around tables and into the crisp night air. "I can't believe that Halloween's almost here," I say as a small shiver sends goosebumps dancing across my arms. It had been in the 70's this afternoon but an approaching cold front had dropped the temperature about 20 degrees while we were inside the restaurant. The wind blowing across the water definitely wasn't helping to keep me warm. Feeling me shiver, he releases my hand to pull his jacket off; draping it over my shoulders before he takes my hand again. Keeping pace with my shorter legs, we slowly work our way down the path until he pauses next to an old building. Looking around nervously, he steps closer to me. Slipping his arms around my back, he pauses and looks into my eyes like he's asking permission. Raising my arms to circle his neck, I step closer until my breasts are touching his chest. I can smell the whiskey on his breath as he leans his forehead against mine. I know that his feelings are conflicted right now so I wait for him to make the next move. I want him, yes, but I don't want to push him too far too fast. This day had already gone down a path I'd never in a million years have expected it to when he had called me and now here we were...one step away from kissing for the first time. Lifeline Pulling his head back slightly he rubs his nose against mine, lowering his head further until our lips are almost touching. Raising my head up so our lips brush together, I pull back. Closing my eyes I can still feel the tingle of his lips against mine when I feel him press another kiss against me. This time he pulls back but it's only for a second before he comes back for more. His arms tighten around me to pull me in closer as his lips press harder against mine. Deepening the kiss, he starts to open his mouth slightly. I copy his movements and make a noise in my throat when I feel his tongue reach out to run across my bottom lip. God, he feels so good and I'm getting so turned on that I slip my tongue into his mouth. I hear his sharp inhale and then his deep groan as he chases my retreating tongue with his into my own mouth. Sucking lightly on his tongue I feel him start to lose control as he backs me up against the building. His hand finds my ass to press me harder against him. I feel the beginnings of an erection against my belly and moan loudly when he tangles his hand in my hair to press my lips against his. I can't believe that we're making out in public and I'm only mildly concerned that somebody might see. Henry is an excellent kisser and his lips and tongue are heaven against mine. Our tongues swirl and tease the other while hands reach to explore hidden areas. His fingers are at the bottom of my dress, my hand resting on his covered cock, when we hear laughter and talking coming towards us. Breaking apart with guilty looks, we compose ourselves and head back to our cars. Pulling the keys from my hand, he unlocks my door but stops me from getting in. "I had a great time, Allison. Would you mind if we did this again?" I can't make out the expression in his eyes but my pussy is practically yelling "Yes!" Nodding my head shyly he runs the back of his fingers down my face as he leans in to kiss me on the cheek. Handing him his jacket I slip into my car and start the engine, cranking the heater for some warmth. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" "Okay." // A week later and I haven't heard anything from Henry. I don't know if I'm angry, relieved, hurt, or all of the above. Still being on vacation, I'd had nothing else to do but stew and think over everything that had happened. I had tried to call him three days ago but had gotten no answer so I had given up. Pacing the floor I wait for Trevor to pick up the phone and am only mildly surprised when I hear Ivan, Trevor's fiancée, answer the phone. "Hello?" "Hey, Ivan. Is Trevor up yet?" "Hey, girl! Hold on a second." I can hear voices in the background before Trevor gets on the line. A deep yawn fills my ears before I hear him say, "What's up, honey?" Briefly feeling guilty about waking him up I quickly fill him in on everything that had happened since our date. Finishing, I wait for him to say something Trevor-wise to make me feel better. "What should I do? Do I just pretend that nothing happened and go on with my life or do I find out what's going on?" "And you tried calling him?" "Yes!" "Hmmmmmm...well love, maybe you should just go over to his house and confront him. Maybe he's ashamed at how quickly things went and he can't bring himself to tell you. Or maybe he's embarrassed at how much older he is than you and feels like he could never please you. I don't know; but if you care for him as much as I think you do...and by the way, you ain't foolin no one honey...then you better get your ass on over there and figure this out before he gets away. If you get back with Dirk the Jerk I'll never speak to you again." "But Trev..." I start to say before he interrupts me. "I've gotta get ready for work. Get over there, Allie. I love you." "Love you, too," I mutter before hanging up. Pacing some more I finally get up the courage to walk out of my apartment and drive over to Henry's. If he won't come to me first, then I'll just go to him. I'm trying hard to calm down but the more I think about the past week and the lack of communication on Henry's part, the more pissed I get. I don't get mad very often but when I do it takes me a long time to calm back down. Pulling onto his street, I see his truck parked in the driveway. Parking next to him, I get out and storm to the front of the house and pound on the front door. Blowing out a breath of air to try and calm myself, I stand on his porch and wait for him to answer. A minute later I hear the locks click and the door opening. "Allison! What are you doing here?" Henry asks in a surprised voice. Looking at him now I feel some of my anger drain away. It doesn't look like he's slept much since I last saw him and his clothes are wrinkled as if he just pulled them out of the hamper. "Look Henry. I'm not the type of girl that gets mad about these sorts of things but I can't understand what happened last week or why you didn't call me when you said you would. You can't lead a woman on and then expect her to just forget everything. You owe me an explanation." Feeling my anger rise again and hearing my voice get a hard edge; I stop and wait before I say something I shouldn't. My grandfather had always said that it was best to not say anything in anger than to say something that you could never take back. I had tried to follow his example but when I was really pissed, like now, I sometimes couldn't help myself. Stepping to the side to let me in, I enter and turn to watch him close the door behind me. "I'm really sorry, Allison. I do owe you an explanation. Come in here and I'll explain." I follow him into the living room and perch myself on the edge of the couch while I wait for him to sit in his recliner. Clasping my hands tightly in my lap I patiently wait for him to start. He's looking everywhere but at me but I refuse to look away from his face until he finally turns to face me. "Things went a bit farther than I thought they would last Friday. I never thought that you could feel the same way that I felt about you and when I realized that you did, I got carried away. It's been a long time since I've kissed a young woman, hell, any woman really; and I think that we might have gone further if those people hadn't been coming down the path." Pausing to take a breath he waits to see if I'm going to say anything. My silence is the only answer so he continues. "You are so young and vibrant while I'm old and used up. I've only ever been with Ruth and I got scared. You deserve to be with somebody closer to your own age who doesn't have a dead wife, two grown sons, and two grandkids." 'He's pushing me away,' I realize and feel like I've been punched in the gut. He's not even giving us a chance and he's already giving up. Feeling my anger slip away, I get up to leave. I'm numb at being rejected but I do understand. "Henry..." I have to swallow hard to talk around the lump in my throat and my words come out hoarse, "...I never cared about any of that. I'm a grown woman and if I want to be with you, then shouldn't I get the chance to make up my own mind? I wanted you so badly the other night I would have gone with you in a heartbeat but I respected you more for holding back. The least you could have done was to call and tell me this like a man instead of hoping that I'll just go away." "I never said I was a good man, Allison." "You are, Henry. You just don't know it. I never said that I wanted anything more than friendship from you. But I think that I love you and you had better decide now where you want this to go because I'm not going to wait around forever for you to make up your mind. You've got-" I'm still talking but stop mid-sentence when I see a big smile spread across his face. "What?" "You said that you love me." His voice is full of wonder at my revelation and my eyes widen in shock. I hadn't meant for that to slip out but now there it was out in the open. Getting up he slowly walks over to where I'm standing and stops mere inches from me. "Did you mean that?" Not letting myself think, I say yes and tilt my head up to search his handsome face for guidance. I'm in new territory and I'm not sure where to go from here. Taking my hand, he leads me to the couch and sits down next to me. His free hand comes up to lightly run the backs of his fingers down my cheek and I close my eyes at the contact. I feel him shifting and open my eyes to watch him bring his mouth close to my ear. His soft, "I love you," is all I need to hear and I close my eyes in contentment. He's not done though. It's like a sexual monster is now awake as he trails kisses along my jaw, stopping to suck my neck before moving up to my waiting lips. His kisses are full of passion as our tongues slide around each other in deep kisses that take my breath away. The first touch of his hands on my bare back make me gasp in shock. He's moving faster than I would have dreamed but I'm not going to complain. Running his hands up my sides and back, he drags my sweatshirt along with it and breaks our kiss long enough to pull it off of me, throwing it across the room. Making quick work of my bra he quickly bares my breasts to his gaze as he maneuvers me around so my back is against the arm of the couch and he's between my legs. Kissing me again, he wraps his arm around my waist to pull me tighter to him. Trailing kisses up my other jaw to my ear, he stops to suck on the lobe before working lower to where my shoulder and neck meet. He sinks his teeth into my flesh and I yelp in surprise before groaning out my pleasure when he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. "Easy, baby. We've got all night," I whisper in his ear. "You can't break the merchandise just yet." Henry's lips still on my neck before coming back up for a kiss so soulful it takes my breath away again. I've never been kissed with the intensity that I am now. "Henry...please..." I whimper when he gets close to my stiff nipples. To my disappointment he backs off to lick and suck up along my collarbone instead. Repeating his pattern, he again gets close to a nipple before backing off. I buck my pussy up against his belly in search of some friction on my aching clit but he just clucks his tongue and tells me to be patient. I'm not used to a man taking his time with foreplay. My hands press his head against my chest to guide him to my nipples but again he refuses me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he says in a husky voice and pulls me up after him. Taking my hand he leads me up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. I feel weird being topless in the same room that he shared with Ruth and start to rethink what we're about to do. Sitting down on the bed he pulls me between his legs. His hands are resting on my hips but all I do is rest mine on his shoulders. Correctly reading my mood he raises a hand to the back of my neck and pulls me down to him for another deep kiss. "You're thinking that it's weird to be in my bedroom, aren't you?" I nod my head in agreement. "Ruth and I shared many hours of intense pleasure in this bedroom but never on this bed. I gave our bed away because I just couldn't bear to sleep on it anymore. I want to create new memories on this one, with you." Finally he swirls his tongue around my nipple, making me cry out with pleasure. His hand leaves my neck to trail down my back, pressing me to him. Arching my back, I press my breast further into his mouth and look down to see him staring back at me. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and pulls on it gently with his teeth. "Henry..." He ignores me and continues his assault on my breasts, alternating between one and the other until my pussy throbs strongly with my heartbeat and my pussy gets soaked with my juices. Standing up, he turns me around so my ass is against the bed and works the button of my jeans loose before tugging them over and down my hips, my underwear quickly following. Losing my balance when he pulls them down my legs, I'm forced to sit on the bed or risk falling forward. I had forgotten that I was wearing tennis shoes but he makes quick work of the laces and soon I'm stripped naked and sitting on his bed with a fully clothed man kneeling between my legs. I had thought that I would be the aggressor if we ever had sex but he is full of surprises as he turns the tables on me. His hands find my ass and scoots me closer so I'm barely perched on the edge of the mattress. Bracing myself on the bed with my hands, I spread my legs wider so he can get closer to my pussy. He's not in any rush as he slowly runs his tongue from my pussy opening to my clit, stopping to suck one of my lips into his mouth before repeating the process. Ducking his head lower, he lightly runs his tongue lower, across my ass, before running back up to dip into my pussy. "Damn you taste good, baby. Sweet and tangy...mmmmmmm." He doesn't say anything about my neatly trimmed pussy hair so I take that as a good sign. Most men my age expect women to be completely hairless but I'd never liked the feeling of it and just kept my blonde bush trimmed short. "I want to suck you, Henry." My words come out in gasps but I badly want to feel his hard cock in my mouth. "Mmmmmmm...in a minute," he says before taking my clit in his mouth and sucking so hard my hips buck up against his mouth. "Let me take care of you baby." Not one to argue with a man who clearly knows what he wants, I lean back on the bed and let him lick and suck to his heart's content. He spreads my legs wider so he can get closer to me then slides a finger into me. He doesn't do anything but slowly slide it in and out of my slick vagina but I can feel his tongue sliding down and around where he's penetrated me. It's almost like he's trying to get more of my juices out of me with his hand so he can lick me clean. At one point I look down my body to watch him. His eyes are closed but I can tell he's thoroughly enjoying himself by the groans that are vibrating against my pussy. "God, that's good baby!" I call out and close my eyes to enjoy what he's doing to me. I can feel when he pulls his finger out of my pussy and trails it down my ass crack to find a hole that I've only ever let one man touch. He had been one of the best lovers I'd ever had and he had known how to bring me to sexual heights I'd never been to before or since, until now. I let my mind wander to how it would feel to have Henry's cock sliding in and out of my ass and feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. He has gone back to finger fucking my pussy but I think he has two fingers in me now. I can feel a finger slowly working in and out of my ass as he stops to gather up my flowing juices to lube it up for me. His lips and tongue are sucking and licking my clit and the feel of his fingers touching my g-spot nearly causes me to fly off the bed in shock with how good it feels. "Fuck baby...don't stop; right there, yes, yes, yes..." It's like he wants to torture me when he completely withdraws his fingers from me and pulls back. "What was that? You want me to stop?" "What?! No! I said don't stop; don't stop, Henry! Please, don't stop..." I plead as I sit up and watch him take off his clothes until he's as naked as I am. His body shows signs of aging but he's in pretty good shape for a man in his late fifties other than a slight belly. I wasn't exactly in the best shape myself with my wide ass and hips but my stomach was mostly flat and my breasts were still relatively perky. His cock is long and thick but not obscenely so. He's hairy too with a thick patch of dark hair on his chest with some silver thrown in. A line of dark hair trails down his stomach, leading to a thick patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Again this is a first for me. I had never thought that hairy men would turn me on so much but the hair is what makes Henry who he is and I love it just as much as I love him. My pussy weakly pulses when I think about Henry's cock in me and by the way he's staring down between my spread legs, I think he's thinking the same thing. Guessing what he wants by the way he keeps staring down at me then back up to my breasts, I move up the bed so he has room to get up there with me. It's like his cock has a mind of its own as he crawls up the bed and presses my legs apart with his muscular thighs as he moves on top of me. I can't help but cry out when I feel him push his cock inside of me. He has to slide in and out several time before he can get all the way inside. Lying on top of me, he kisses me deeply for a minute to let me get used to his size before he starts to move his hips. Briefly I wonder if he's been without for so long that he'll be done before we can have any fun but he surprises me when he says in a hoarse voice, "Rub that pretty little clit, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock." My eyes widen when I hear him talk dirty to me and the fact that his Greek accent has thickened as we had gotten carried away turns me on even more. He props one of my legs up on his shoulders but leaves its twin propped up on the bed. Reaching down, I rub my clit and groan at the contact. "That's it baby. I want to watch you cum." Henry's words spur me on as I throw my head back and concentrate on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me and my fingers gliding over my clit. Picking up his pace, Henry's thrusts deepen as he watches me rub and pinch my slippery clit. Stopping once to slide my fingers down to where we're joined to gather up some of my wetness then back up to work my clit faster. My breath is coming out in gasps and I know I'm getting really close. "Look at me, baby. Look at me when you cum. That's it, sweetheart...rub that clit." Rising up on an elbow I obey and look him in the eye the best I can as I work to keep from bucking and thrashing on the bed. When I cum, I cum hard and this time was no exception. "Talk to me baby." Henry's words are low and hoarse as he steadily pumps his cock into me and coaches me on. "God, Henry...Fuuuuck! I'm gonna cum." Gasping for a breath, I start to close my eyes but open them again and look back at Henry. "Your cock feels so good; please baby, please...don't stop. Fuck me, Henry! Fuck meeeeeee..." I can't finish and scream out my pleasure as my clit violently throbs and my pussy spasms around his cock. I can faintly hear Henry saying, "I can feel you cumming...that's it, baby!" Wave after wave of pleasure shoots through me as I slam my eyes shut, seeing stars and hearing nothing else, as I arch my back up and down and grab onto the blankets. Henry's cock is still steadily pumping in and out and it prolongs my orgasm. Releasing my leg, Henry lowers his body to mine and holds me to him. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, honey." He's whispering in my ear as I gasp and moan underneath him. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull him to me and bury my head in his neck as I work to calm down before my heart pounds out of my chest. For a minute he just lays on top of me, not moving his cock as he kisses my lips and neck, stopping to bite my shoulder again before slipping his tongue into my mouth. Moving my hips I slide my pussy on his cock for a stroke or two before telling him that I want to suck him. His eyes widen slightly before he flashes a huge smile at me, kissing me deeply before pulling out of my still spasming pussy and lying on the bed next to me. Getting onto my knees I move so I'm in between his spread legs and watch his eyebrows come together and his eyes slam shut when I stroke his shaft with one hand, using my pussy juices that coat his cock for lubricant. Lowering my mouth to the head, I swirl my tongue around, tasting my juices and his precum mixed together. I had never minded my own juices on a man's cock but they tasted even better on Henry. I pop my ass up in the air as I lean farther down to work more of his cock into my mouth. Lifeline Little by little I work more and more of him down until I have a little over half of his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I know that I won't be able to take much more so I slowly suck my way back to the top of his dick and pull my mouth off of him with a loud pop. Henry's eyes pop open when he feels me stop sucking him but his mouth forms an "O" as he watches me lick my way down to his balls. His eyes are glued to my ass when I lick my way down to one of his hairy balls, stopping to lick all around each one before slipping my tongue up underneath. "Holy mother of...Fuck! Baby, that feels so good. Right there." It's Henry's turn to plead as I lower my ass and move to get up underneath his cock. I know that the area between a man's ass and balls is incredibly sensitive and I doubt that he ever thought that it would feel quite this good. His legs spread wider as he slightly lifts his ass in the air so I can run my tongue over the area. Repeatedly I bring him higher and higher until I start to see his balls slowly rising up against his body. He is reduced to grunts and groans by the time I work my tongue back up to one of his balls. Gently sucking it to pull it out of his body, I swirl by tongue around his soft scrotum before releasing him and moving to the other one. Moving up so I can lean over his pelvis, I take his cock in my hands and firmly grasp the shaft with one hand and move it in an up and down motion as I use my other hand to twist around his cock. This was one trick I had learned from one of my exes and it had never failed to get a man off yet. "Damnit, yes! Just like that, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that..." Henry has thrown his head back again as his hips buck up so he's fucking my hands. "You like that, baby?" I ask is as sexy of a voice as I can. "Fuck yes. You keep that up and I'm gonna cum." Rising up he grabs the back of my head and brings it to him for a kiss, tasting our combined juices on my tongue and groaning as I continue to jack him off. Groaning into his mouth I work my hands faster as he flops back onto the bed and covers his eyes with his arms, whispering demands like "faster" or "just like that". I can see him mouthing the words "good" and "fuck" as I bring him closer and closer. His hips are bucking up faster as I whisper words of encouragement. Never had I thought that a man his age would be so into sex as he is and honestly I'm surprised at how long he's lasted so far. "I'm gonna cum, baby." He says and yells out his release. His cock jumps in my hands and I can feel his semen being pumped through the shaft as I watch rope after rope of creamy white cum coat his stomach. Some dribbles over my fingers as his thrusts slow down and his cock spurts out the last of it. Watching his chest heave I release his cock and back off of the bed to find something to wipe my hands with. Henry's dark eyes are watching me as he crooks a finger and says, "Come here." Smiling I walk back over with a sway of my hips and crawl over the bed to his waiting arms. Our bodies are coated with sweat and I start to think about showering before heading home. We don't say anything for a minute as Henry slows his breathing. "That was better than I could have imagined." Henry's voice is low and hoarse with emotion. He's looking down at me as I had turned my head to look up at him from where I had it lying on his chest. "You imagined this?" I ask as I sit up and sit cross legged next to him. Pausing to slide up the bed and propping some pillows up behind him, he leans back against headboard and takes my hands in his. Kissing each of my fingers he continues, "I have. I do have a confession to make." "What's that?" "I've beat off almost every day thinking about our date last week. In fact, I beat off this afternoon before you got here." Wiggling his eyebrows and smiling, I can't help but laugh. God, this man is HOT! "Well, it does explain a lot." I smirk as I look down at his limp cock. His semen was slowly drying but some had run down his belly slightly when he had sat up. "Excuse me, missy. I'll have you know that I've never had any complaints!" "Yeah, well; your hands can't talk. How would they complain?" "Touché." His hand comes up to touch his heart like I offended him. Laughing I swat his leg. "No, what I meant was I honestly didn't expect you to last as long as you did." "If you give me a few hours I can show you how long I can last, sweetheart." "Is that a promise or a threat?" I tease. "Oh, it's a promise. Now come here." Sometime during the night, we had worked our way under the covers and had fallen asleep in each other's arms. Waking up, I'm not sure what time it is but the room is dark and Henry is softly snoring next to me. Turning to look at him I reach to run my hand down his cheek and feel a rush of love fill my heart as I take in his sleeping face. Untangling myself from Henry, I walk into the adjoining bathroom and softly close the door so I don't wake him up with the running water in the shower. I was used to working nights at the hospital so I tended to not sleep much at night when I was at home. Letting the warm water run over my body I lean my head on the wall and think about everything that had happened over the past week. While it had all seemed to happen so fast, it had been slowly building for two years between us and now here we were. I knew we might be at a crossroads in our relationship and I wondered where it might go from here. The sound of the shower door opening scares me and I jump as I spin around to watch Henry stepping into the stall with me. His eyes are still sleepy but his cock is rapidly growing as his gaze slowly runs from my feet up my body to my face. "Couldn't sleep?" He asks me with a yawn and steps under the shower head. "I didn't wake you, did I?" "No, I'm a light sleeper and missed you when I woke up." "Sorry about that. I usually work nights so it's hard for me to sleep for very long when I'm off." "No problem." The next few minutes are spent just chatting about random subjects as we soap up and take turns rinsing. Looking down I can see that his cock is semi-hard and seeing that he still has some soap on it, I step towards him. Henry stops talking mid-sentence and just watches to see what I'm going to do. Taking his cock in my hands, I firmly grasp the shaft and start twisting my wrists so my hands turn in a corkscrew motion. "Damn baby, you're good at that," Henry moans out. It doesn't take long for his cock to get rock hard. I have to stop moving my hands when he presses me tightly to his body. Standing on my toes I reach up to kiss his neck before he holds my head still, kissing me with just as much passion as before. His tongue is sliding against mine and I moan softly into his mouth. "Bend over, baby. I want to fuck you from behind so I can watch that gorgeous ass of yours." Releasing him I bend over and place my hands on a low shelf so I can raise my ass up more to give him easier access. Our heights are mismatched but he's able to guide his cock to my wet pussy. Instead of thrusting all the way in, he takes his time. Slipping in an inch or two before backing back out to the tip of his cock. He keeps doing this as I groan out my pleasure at having his cock in me at this angle. He's deeper than before and I'm thrilled when I reach down to feel the shaft of his cock with my fingers. "Spread your legs a little wider," I hear just as he works another couple of inches into me. I can feel that he's almost all the way inside of me with my fingers so I bend lower at the waist and rise up on my toes to give him easier access. Henry's chest hair tickles my back as he bends over me, slipping his arms around my chest and waist as he ever so slowly rocks his hips back and forth against my ass. His cock is sliding in and out and, oh my God, does it feel good. "Henry..." I groan out as he picks up the pace with his thrusts. "Yes?" This time he thrusts into me so hard I almost lose my grip on the shelf and nearly miss falling. "I..." His pace quickens and then slows down again, "...think that...Oh my God!" "Think what, baby? Tell me what you think." I guess he realized that his weight on my back was too much because he was standing behind me now with his hands holding tight to my hips when I started to move back against him to match his thrusts. "I think we should go to the bedroom," I manage to get out as his cock works my pussy. "Good idea, babe." Henry slips out of me, turning to shut the water off as he pulls me by the hand to the bedroom. We're both still wet but I figure we'll just get sweaty again anyway so what do I care? Bending me over the bed and using his hands to spread my legs wide and to raise my ass, he quickly guides his cock back to my waiting pussy. This time he does thrust all the way in at once and I let out a long "fuck" when he hits my cervix. Using my hands, I brace myself on the bed as Henry fucks my pussy hard and fast. He's already came at least twice today so I know that I'm in for the ride of my life. Reaching down, I rub my clit in time with his thrusts and feel my face get hot as pleasure washes through me again. "My pussy feels like it's on fire," I moan as my orgasm rapidly approaches. I don't think that I ever came down from before and I'm surprised at how fast he's brought me to the peak again. Lowering my head, I close my eyes and feel my fingers rubbing over my hard clit and his cock pushing inside of me. "Oh fuck! Henry! Damn you feel so good. Fuck me harder...please?" I'm right on the edge but now I can't seem to give myself the push that I need to climax. Immediately his pace increases and I feel his balls swinging up to hit my fingers. Groaning, I slam my eyes shut and try to concentrate but I just can't seem to tip myself over the edge. "Please, please, please..." I plead in a desperate voice. My fingers are pinching and pulling and Henry's cock is moving fast and hard in my vagina. I feel the loss when he again pulls out of me just as I'm getting ready to cum. "Get on the bed. I want you to ride me so I can watch your pretty face as you cum all over me." His words are closer together than before and I know he probably isn't going to last much longer. Following him, I straddle his hips and use my hand to guide his cock back into me. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and reach down to rub myself again. I've got my hand on Henry's chest and my hips are sliding back and forth on his dick. Henry is letting me set the pace so I start to circle my hips as I sink down and slide back up his cock. "You are so sexy right now. I can't wait to feel you pretty little pussy squeeze my cock...cum for me baby. That's it honey...rub that clit; make yourself cum." Henry's voice is low as he coaxes me until I finally feel my orgasm break. "Henry!" My eyes fly open as I start to scream out my pleasure as another powerful orgasm rips through me. I can't think as I buck wildly on his cock and listen to his words of approval. I can't believe how good this feels. Sensing that I'm just about done, Henry takes over and thrusts up into me so hard I fall forward and can do nothing but hold onto his shoulders. Babbling and moaning in his ear, I let him know how good he makes me feel as his hips leave the bed and force mine up with each thrust. Calling my name, Henry yells as he cums deep inside of my pussy. "That's it, baby. Give it to me," I say through clenched teeth as my pussy spasms around his cock in another orgasm. "I can feel you, sweetheart...I can feel you cumming on my cock." Henry has buried his face in my neck and I can feel his groans vibrating against me as he pumps several more times up into me before his hips start to slow down. We're both at a loss for words as we just lay there. I've never had sex this good and I shyly raise my head to find his lips for a kiss that's so sweet that I want to cry. // A year later, we're both happy and content with life. Henry had proposed just last week and, while we knew that it wasn't going to be easy, we were happy to finally make our relationship official. It had been harder than I'd thought adjusting to being with Henry and all the complications that come up with being in a long-term relationship with a man old enough to be your father. I think that I had a harder time with the boys being older than I was then they did and the first time one of the grandkids had called me Grandma, I had gone into a mild depression for a couple of days. We had decided that we were both too old for more kids; me because I had never really wanted them and Henry because, well...he was pushing 60 and didn't really want any more since he had already raised two boys. The sex is every bit as good now as it was a year ago and we look forward to trying out so many new experiences.