3 comments/ 12782 views/ 0 favorites A Sexagenarians Fantasies Ch. 01 By: sexagenarian We had arrived at the cottage earlier in the week, and had been enjoying our break. The leaves on the trees had been falling, their late autumnal colours so spectacular - gold, brilliant reds, deep browns, purple, dozens of different shades and shapes. The sun was still quite warm during the days. Although weak, it was warm enough that we didn't need jumpers or coats. The nights were fresh, not yet cold, but still cool enough to go to the trouble of finding kindling and wood for the open fire. We had been out for a walk in the woods, collecting twigs and the occasional forest floor flowers. We were stunned by the aromas of some wild Daphne, its small, starry, pale-pink flowers so strongly scented, its sweet fragrance giving an almost overwhelming desire to keep breathing in, making us heady with delight. Further on, we came across a woody, damp smelling area where quite a few trees had fallen over the years, and were covered in fungus. The forest was reclaiming its goodness, nature devouring the old to enable the creation of the new. Moving further through the forest, we came to a pretty, open area. The canopy of the trees parted to allow the sun to blaze down on a gorgeous little stream, singing in the sunlight as it flowed over rocks and boulders, sparkling as if laughing out loud with joy. A couple of willy-wagtails were bathing on a rock that had a depression in the top, capturing water from the stream, and allowing them to stand and 'wag' themselves in its coolness. Chirruping away loudly, the male and female preened their white chests, occasionally preening each other. Usually mating for life, these two birds were obviously very comfortable with each others company. We sit on a rather large stump, putting our collection next to some very pretty cyclamen leaves that will make a beautiful patch of colour in another month or two. Holding hands, we continue to look around the clearing. You notice a Spangled Drongo, and point it out to me. It looks quite comical as it tries to obtain a meal from a large group of fruit flies flying around an over ripe apple dangling from a scraggly tree that must have grown from some dropped seed. The Drongo seems to dive into the middle of the pack of flies, scattering them in all directions before it emerges victorious with one tiny fly in its mouth. We turn to look at each other at the same time, both smiling at the Drongos antics. "I guess that must mean that it is lunch time" we both say, laughingly. Walking over to the stream, we kneel down and wash our hands in the cool, sparklingly clear water. As our hands break the glasslike surface, we notice a few flashes of silver as a few mountain trout scatter from their hiding place next to the bank. "It's a pity that I didn't bring my fishing rod with me" I mention sadly. You laugh out loud and reply "No, but you did bring your extending pole with you, didn't you?" I smile, unable to think of a quick response. "What could I use for bait, though?" I ask You look at me shyly, and in a lowered voice, reply "You don't need any bait to catch me with it." I laugh, and take you in my arms, squeezing you into me. "Oh!" you exclaim "Your hands are freezing from the water." "Well, I had better warm them up, hadn't I?" Releasing you from my embrace, I look around the clearing, and see the remnants of a fire that some previous walkers had used. It was already surrounded by stones and had some paper bark from a nearby tree sitting next to it. "Well", I said "I don't know if this will work or not, but I'll give it a try" I pull out some dry pieces of grass and place it in the fire place, put some tissue paper underneath it, and some of the paper bark on top. I use magnifying spectacles for reading, so tried to concentrate the rays of the sun through them and onto the tissue paper. It always seems to work for Boy Scouts, I thought. It took quite some time, but eventually, the paper began to singe, and the tell tale signs of smoke began to lazily drift upward. Blowing gently on the paper, a flame finally appeared. Feeling very pleased with myself, I put some of the dried grass over the little flame and then some of the stringy bark. Soon, the bark caught fire, and I was able to put some of the kindling that we had collected on top. You had been busy searching the area for some larger sticks, and we soon had quite a nice campfire blazing away. We sat by the fire, holding hands and gazing into the dancing elves. My free hand was on your thigh, stroking it gently, as thoughts started to drift through my mind being alone with you at other times, moments that were either of extreme passion, or moments like this, peaceful and quiet, breathing in unison, and enjoying the feelings that only being in love can bring. I realize that my hand has slipped below the hem of your shorts, and is caressing the smooth skin of your knee. I also realize that this has started a tingling between my legs, as I feel the motion of a slowly awakening penis. My thumb slides under your shorts as I continue stroking you. I don't want to break the comfort of our reverie, but at the same time, am becoming quite aroused. I feel you move position slightly, releasing some of the tension that was on the fabric of your shorts. Now, my hand can reach under your shorts too, so I slowly caress your inner thigh, the pads of my fingers feeling your gorgeously smooth skin. Your legs open slightly, and I reach even further up between your thighs, stroking gently, up and down your beautiful legs. You reach over with your free arm, and place it around my shoulders. You whisper into my ear "Your hand is now quite warm, and I'm feeling quite hot" You let go of my shoulder and hand, and lie back onto the warm, spongy grass, your eyes closed, your face so beautiful in the slightly dappled sunlight. I unzip your shorts, and remove them carefully. Slowly, and gently, I remove your panties, sliding them down your gorgeous legs, gasping as usual in extreme delight as your shaved mound comes into view, followed by the beautiful sight of your womanhood. Your labia are so perfect, kitten. Before full arousal, your outer labia virtually hides your inner labia, almost teasingly so. I know that behind them, your inner labia are also perfect, so petite that it looks as though it has never been touched. That is a HUGE turn on for me. It is almost as if we will be making love for the very first time for both of us. Quite frightening, but very arousing. Laying down next to you, my fingertips resting on your mound, I prop myself up on my elbow, so that I can take in the full picture of your beauty. Your hair is shining brightly, framing your pretty face. Your eyes are closed, your eyelids such a gorgeous shade of light purple. Your perfectly manicured eyebrows are setting off your flawless, wrinkle free forehead, with your fringe settling lightly just above them. Your golden hair frames your angelic face, with its oh-so-cute little nose and your passionate, eminently kissable red lips, shining so gorgeously on your pale skin. I trace my fingers over your lips, and they turn instantly into a beautiful smile. I move them to your cheek, and then your pretty ears, partially hidden behind your hair. Slowly, my fingers move to your jaw, down to your chin. I lean over and kiss the underside of your chin and throat, sucking gently, tasting the very slight taste of salt from the warmth of the day. Leaning back to my original position, my hand gently hovers over throat, while my eyes wander downwards. I become mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of your chest. You don't have large breasts, but ones that are just right! Nothing wasted, just perfect. They are firm and pert, and the sight of them pushing against your top each time that you breathe in is extremely seductive. My hand continues its wandering, down the middle of your chest and into your cleavage. My fingertips spread out and I start to caress your heaving breast. It takes only a second for me to realize that you are not wearing a bra, and this has its normal affect on me :) A rapid intake of breath, a quickening of my pulse, and movement between my legs. You always have that erotic effect on me, even when you just lie there and don't do anything. Incredible! Even though the sun is warm and very pleasant, the touch of your unfettered breast brings a shiver of excitement down my back to compliment the tingle between my legs. My fingers trace little circles around your areola, so prettily coloured, so sensuous for me. My hand then cups your breast and manipulates it softly, loving the feeling of pliancy, yet resistance that it gives to my touch. I reach under your top, eager to feel the touch of your bare skin, the freedom of rolling my thumb over your bare nipple. I am getting harder. The wandering hand moves again, slowly down to your tummy, that tiny bump that you are always so concerned about. I love your little bumps and hollows. Without them, you wouldn't be you, and I wouldn't be as satisfied as I always am with you. Caressing your now naked tummy with my hand, I bend down and kiss your lips, lightly and with my tongue rubbing on your lower lip. You part your mouth slightly and let my tongue enter you, not passionately, just softly, slowly, enjoying the feeling of your soft, moist mouth. While kissing you, my hand wanders even further. It rests where it started, on your pubic mound. Feeling the smooth, hard surface, my fingers sliding first to one side and then the other, rubbing into the crease between your pubis and your thigh. Lower and lower, until finally, my hand is between your legs. You part them to give me easy access. Your vulva is wet and slippery, and so very hot. As my forefinger presses onto your clitoris, my kiss becomes hard, my tongue pushing harder into its investigation of your mouth, searching, licking the inside of your cheeks, pressing and rubbing against your hot, wet tongue. My body is pressed against yours as my hand searches and pushes my fingers between your labia. My thumb now presses against your clitoris, not directly on it, but to the side, pressing it gently against the inside of your outer labia. Kneading and manipulating it, feeling its tiny pea shape move underneath the pressure. My fingers rub against the very hot, very wet area of your vagina, my forefinger occasionally rubbing your perineum. Our kisses get more pressing, more anxious and excited, our saliva reminding me of how you are feeling between your legs. Hot, sexy, and incredibly exciting. Your juices cover my fingers like a silken glove, making them feel so smooth. Using my fingers, I transfer some to your clitoris to stop my thumb from making it hurt. Your hand moves down to my shorts, fondles my erect penis, rubbing, squeezing, turning me into a raging bull! I want to be inside you so much, to push my way inside you, to feel your legs around me, your thighs gripping me tightly. I want to make you feel good, to make you feel so sexy that you have to come. I reluctantly take my hand from between your hot, wet legs, and rip at my belt, while you tug my zip down. My undies are already wet from my pre-come as I tear off my shorts. Your fingers go inside the elastic of my undies to stop my penis from getting caught up as I slide them down to my knees. You feel my penis, squeezing it and murmuring "Oh, cutie, it feels so right. I want you inside me, I want you to lose yourself there, my sex juices all around you, making you slide in and out of me easily." I lower my body on top of you, nestling my penis between your labia, just touching the entrance to your glorious insides. The smell of the grass, the tinkling of the stream, the song of the birds, all start to disappear into the background as I envisage the pleasure that is going to be mine. I push into you slowly, feeling your lips open up gladly to let me inside you. Pushing slowly into you to gain the full, erotic effect, we are unaware that we are being watched! You take the weight of my body without complaining. I try to minimize it by resting on my forearms, but the majority of my weight seems to be where our pubic bones meet. This has the effect of pushing the flesh of the top part of your outer labia onto your clitoris, giving you another form of stimulation. Occasionally, I let my chest rest on your breasts, so that my rocking motion as I enter and withdraw from you rubs your nipples. I love the feeling of your breasts pressing into me, feeling the movement of their gorgeous flesh pushing into me. My penis, now rock solid, pushes your lips apart as I enter you. I can feel my pubic bone, as I reach full penetration, push against your labia, your womanly juices transferring onto me, so sexy and silky. The little slurps as the suction between us waxes and wanes sends me into raptures. I open my eyes to gaze at your beautiful face, when a shadow briefly crosses your face. Curious, I look around, to see that our lovemaking is being studied by a small, grass chewing wallaby! My movement of surprise causes you to open your eyes, and murmur "What?" Smiling, I incline my head towards the wallaby. "Will it be kinky of me to continue our lovemaking, knowing that we are being watched by a peeping-tom?" Your face breaks into a fantastic grin as you reply "At least he hasn't got a camera, and, anyway, who is he going to tell?" Your grin turns into a longing smile, as you whisper "It is so beautiful, being made love to in such a pretty place, with such a handsome man on top of me." "But what about me?" I ask. "As usual, I find it impossible to believe that a woman of your age could be interested, let alone satisfied, by a 66 year old, when you aren't yet near 40." You slap me on my bare behind, frown at me, and tell me that I know the answer to that. I wriggle myself inside you, my penis pushing first one side then the other of your vagina. By lifting my bottom up or pushing it downwards, I can put more pressure on you front or back walls of your vagina, making me feel bigger to you. I hungrily seek out your gorgeous red lips, and kiss you strongly, my tongue darts in and out of your mouth as I start to rhythmically pound into you. I never tire of looking at you as we make love. Your eyes usually close very gently, as if you are completely at peace, and, until you get near to orgasm, your breathing is soft and relaxed. You let the feelings of love wash over you like a light summers breeze, allowing the pleasures to build up inside you, relaxing you until they become insistent and demanding. My penis is rubbing all the right spots. We seem to fit so perfectly. I hunch my back to alter the angle of my penis inside you, its solid head rubbing just an inch or so inside the front of your vagina. I try to push upwards towards the underside of your pubic bone, seeking out your especially sensitive spot. I wish we had taken our tops off. I crave the feeling of our naked chests rubbing together, our skins tingling with the friction. You must also have the same thoughts as, with your eyes still closed, you reach up and start un-buttoning my shirt. I raise one arm from the ground to let you slip my shirt off that side, and then rest on it and lift the other. You realise that I can't unbutton your blouse one handed, so undo your own buttons. You open your blouse, and I gaze in fascination at your pink, perky breasts, your little nipples just firm. I start to push into you harder. My lips crash onto yours again, my passion rising as I push into you, feeling the wetness and heat of your beautiful hole pressing around my hot, red penis. Our chests are squeezed together, with the intermittent squelch as my sweat sticks our skins together. Lifting myself a little, I start looking down your gorgeous body, I can see my penis, slippery and shiny with your lubrication, sliding in and out of you. It looks so red and big against your tiny mound. I reach down with my hand, and find that I can caress your clitoris with my thumb. The wetness that it feels is a tremendous turn on, and I start to thrust harder, and faster, loving the slurpy sounds of my pre-come and your juices mixing together, becoming a white, creamy gel-like substance, further enhancing the redness of my penis. I try to rotate my penis inside you as I ride you. I want you to feel that I am big. This movement, and my thumb pushing onto the side of your clitoris, seems to spur you on. You start pushing onto me as I push in. Quicker and harder I pump, trying to reach as far into you as possible, trying to become one with you, so that I feel what you feel and you feel what I feel. But what is that feeling? My insides start to tense, as my excitement builds toward breaking point. You start to push onto me harder, too. You have your legs raised up in the air, and you wrap them around my naked bottom. My sweat starts to move more freely as we pound against each other. You grip my bottom with your fingernails and start to drag me onto you, forcing me deeper and deeper into you, forcing my pubic mound to band onto your clitoris. I know from previous foreplay that your perfect, fine inner labia are becoming engorge with blood as the lust for me builds up inside you. I stop massaging your clitoris, so that I can balance myself for what is to come. Your face starts to change, your pretty cheeks become redder and your breathing starts to quicken, as we push and push, our insides starting to tingle in a well remembered way. It doesn't happen all that often, but I can feel that we are going to be very close to coming together. Faster, harder, deeper I pump. Everything is starting to become unreal as I feel the tingle behind my pubic bone, the little contractions that I know I won't be able to control. I can see that your eyes are moving rapidly under your eyelids as you start to get lost in your passion. Suddenly, you lift your bottom off the ground, and grip my bottom so hard that your fingernails bite into me. Your back arches as you start a gorgeous, low moan. I can't enjoy your orgasm for long, because I can feel the tremors within me start to become earthquakes. Then as I thrust deeply into your welcoming and wide open vagina, I feel my semen charging through my penis, coming in spurts as my mind seems to explode in a white vision of ecstasy. Twice, three, four, five times I thrust. Twice, three, four, five times my semen explodes inside you. "Oh, Fuck", you moan softly as I come. Slowly, my heartbeat slows to a dull roar as my juices mingle with yours, and I start to lose my erection. But I still keep pressing into you, not quickly, but gently, lovingly, trying to extend the happiness that I feel inside me. You open your eyes, a little bit dreamily, and give me that gorgeous smile. "That was lovely, handsome. Thank you. I wonder if the wallaby learnt anything?" Looking around, we could see that he had obviously got bored with it all and had wandered off. "Well" I said with a smile. "It looks like it didn't have the effect on him as it did on me." We lay quietly in that clearing for another 10 minutes, until my penis finally gave up, and then, reluctantly, I lay had to get off you. Lying by your side, we listened to the birds and the stream, with the occasional sound of a breeze through the treetops. During this time, my hand played with your vulva, until you suggested that I had better stop, unless I could manage to go again. I knew that I couldn't right now, but knew that I could satisfy you with my hand, mouth and fingers, so continued my caress. What happens next depends on how you liked the story :) A Sexagenarians Fantasies Ch. 02 The sun is still beating down on our clearing, its warmth pleasant, but not unbearable. My hands are between your legs, rubbing the soft and silky skin of your inner thighs. Your blouse is still fully open, exposing your pert, pink breasts, standing so proudly, inviting me to suckle on your tiny, but perfect nipples. Lowering my head onto your right nipple, I suck it gently into my mouth, using my tongue to circle it, firmly but not harshly. I suck more of it into my mouth, taking in all of your areola. Occasionally, the airtight seal of my lips breaks, and the sound of the resulting slurp sends more shivers through me. My hand stops its journey up and down your thigh so that it can concentrate on that sweet, wet spot, still hot and sticky from our earlier lovemaking. My ring finger slips easily into your beautiful pussy and is immediately surrounded by your muscles as you squeeze onto it. I can feel the ridges inside you tense as I put pressure on them by curling my finger slightly, and 'beckoning'. I am only about and inch or so inside you, but know that the sensitivity of your g-spot is near. I search for the tell tale sign of your reaction to let me know when I am there. My lips are still surrounding your nipple, sometimes sucking hard to pull it deeper into the hot wetness of my mouth. Sometimes, I release the suction and lick the solid roundness of your breast, whilst holding and manipulating it with my free hand.... I love the feel of your breasts in my hand. They feel so sexy, so exciting. My finger continues to explore your insides, your vagina accepting every movement with pleasure; I place the palm of my hand on your pubic bone to rest, the edge of it just touching the top of crease above your vulva. I try to press your skin, to excite your clitoris. Curling up my forefinger, I can just touch the side of it, and press against it. The feeling is so wonderful for me, as I know it is for you. I feel your body move, just before my flaccid penis is awakened by the touch of your groping hand. Slowly yet firmly, you start to rub me, your hand around me as if shaking hands....but far more pleasurable. I raise my head from your breast, and whisper in your ear "I don't know that he will be able to come out to play again." You reply "We'll see about that." I smile and kiss your luscious lips. My tongue enters your partly open mouth, rubbing against yours, when you close your lips and suck harder. The sudden feeling of being squeezed by your vagina, and at the same time by your mouth, is incredible. Both areas are so hot, wet and wanting. You release my tongue from your grip, and try to say something. I can't hear, so put my ear close to your mouth. "I want your penis in my mouth. I want you to straddle my head with your legs, and let me take you with my lips and tongue." Still unsure that I will be able to get erect after such passionate lovemaking earlier, I do as asked. What have I got to lose? Taking my hand from between your legs so that I can change position, I look longingly at your gorgeous figure. I look at your mouth with its bright red lipstick, and shudder with joy at the thought of my penis between them, being sucked and licked by your tongue. And I look down at your legs, my tension mounting as I remember the last time that I had my mouth between your legs, the ecstasy that I felt as you came with a huge orgasm. I straddle your head, my semi limp penis drooping and touching your hair. Leaning forward, I lick you from your neck and over your breasts, stopping to kiss that beautiful little stomach, before licking the creases on either side of your groin. You open your legs wide, and I can feel the heat pounding out of you, can smell your perfect womanly scent. I start to lick you just above your clitoris, where your gorgeous folds start. Teasing you at first, when I feel you suck my penis into your hot, wet mouth, I give up the pretense and start to lick along the hood of your small, but perfectly formed nub. I take your clitoris in my mouth with a sudden suck. My tongue licks around it, presses on it as I move my head from side to side, teasing your labia with the tip of my nose. Your scent is heady, exhilarating. I release your clitoris so that I can put my tongue into the waiting gateway of your vagina. Your juices are tangy, sexy, and creamy. I wish that I could force my tongue deeper inside you, to bring you to orgasm with it, but I am not, unfortunately, Gene Simmons. But I am doing ok, as I can feel the reaction to my tonguing through your mouth on my now hardening penis. Putting my arms under either side of your fantastically smooth bottom, I grip your cheeks and lift them off the soft, spongy grass of the meadow. Your gorgeous juices are dribbling towards you anus, and my tongue follows the trail, stopping at your perineum where I push it hard against you, and move it in circles, as I can feel your moth sucking harder on my penis. The dual feeling of sucking you and being sucked hard in return is incredible. My tongue tentatively works around the puckered rim of your anus, and I feel you shiver slightly. I will have to ask you later if that was from delight or dismay. Suddenly, I realise that you have my entire penis in your mouth, your lips brushing against my scrotum. The feeling of you taking me completely inside your mouth is mind blowing (a coincidental choice of adjective). But the humour of the thought passes quickly, as I return my mouth to your clitoris, taking in more of your juices from your vagina on the way. I love your taste, and scent. I can feel my tummy being pressed into by your terrific breasts as you arch your back slightly so that my penis is more comfortable in your mouth. I can hear the slurps as my pre-come mixes with your saliva and escapes through your wet lips. My arms reach further under your bottom, so that my hands can reach your vulva. I am able to get the forefinger of my right hand on the entrance to your little hole, now so hot and wet that it is incredibly easy for it to slide straight inside you. With a bit of manoeuvering, I can get the forefinger of my other hand inside you! I can feel your tummy suck in a breath as they both disappear inside you. Your legs are so far apart now that I know it isn't hurting in any way. The other fingers of my hands are curled up, pressed against your perineum and anus, touching your skin, but not a taboo. You seem to be very aroused, and reaching a high state quicker than before. It has always surprised me that women can come quicker the second (or more) time whereas I find it so much harder. But this is such an exciting location, and you are such an exciting, young woman, that nothing is normal with me. I can feel my own tension increasing as I suck your clitoris harder, feeling your little nub harden as I suck and tongue it. Pressing it against my teeth with my tongue, I become entranced with the feel of it. My fingers are moving inside you, the feel of your juices spreading between your legs is so gorgeous. My chin is pressing against your pubis as my chest is pushing up and down on your tummy as I start to rock and move with the motions of your mouth on my penis, your tongue flicking up and down my shaft, your head moving up and down, giving me just the best feelings, as you always do. You know just how much pressure to put on my hard, pulsating penis. Your tongue and lips are so attuned, so perfectly co-ordinate to my needs. I feel your body quiver slightly, and can feel your vagina start to pulse. I push my tongue harder onto your clitoris, enthralled with the feel of its hard resistance, amazed that an area of your body that is so soft and giving can turn into something so firm and round. I roll my tongue around it as I feel you relax the grip of your mouth on my penis. That is good, I know that you are starting to orgasm, and that is what I want. The feel of you having an orgasm is something that I have desired all my life, and only found with you. Your breathing gets quicker as I push my fingers in and out of you, your juices flowing freely as I suck and tongue your clitoris. Harder and faster, mixing my saliva around you so that you are very well lubricated. My tongue flicks and licks it; I can feel that it has grown in size due to its manipulation. I wish that we had your little toy with us so that I could bring you on quicker, but we won't need it. Faster and faster my fingers enter you, deeper and deeper. You are on the edge, as I feel your chest rising and falling, your breathing getting faster. You seem to take in three breaths in a row without exhaling and suddenly, you spasm, your back lifts off the grass; your low moan is such a beautiful sound to hear. I can feel the tremors through my chin on your pubis, the shudder of your clitoris and the tensing of your vagina on my hot, wet fingers. Your body then seems to contract, as it jerks to an almost upright position, before again going back into an arch. Three or four times, as I continue to suck on you, your body performs these movements, unsure whether it wants to be sitting up or arched backwards. I continue to suck you, but ease up on entering you, just leaving my fingers resting inside you, feeling your heat. I feel your body start to relax, as I lick you gently, softly, trying my best to make the good feeling last for you without becoming unwanted. I get so much pleasure from suckling your clitoris, feeling the sexy tremors emanating from it. Teasing it with my tongue, flicking and pressing against it, I can feel a sudden tenseness in you. Out of the blue, you come again! Your body twisting and groaning, your ecstasy uncontrollable. Your vagina grips my fingers so hard, I am worried that you are going to hurt yourself. Four or five times, your body seems to spasm, as I feel your tummy contract, your legs squeeze against my head, your anus clenching. I just leave my mouth covering your clitoris, not tempting fate any longer, my hot breath keeping it warm. I am too scared to move for a couple of minutes, unsure of what just happened. Was that pleasurable for you, or painful? I didn't mean it to bring discomfort. Your body relaxes. I can feel your shoulders drop, your tummy flops, the tension going out of your legs as your vagina relaxes its grip on my fingers. I slowly withdraw them, looking in awe at the amount of your creaminess that is on them. Taking my arms from underneath you, I unstraddle myself, and turn around to lie next to you. Your eyes are still closed; your face is glowing with pleasure, your cheeks and chest flushed. Your body against the deep green of the grass looks divine. I lift your head and cradle it in my left arm, while wrapping my right arm around you. Nothing is said for a while. Slowly, the sounds of the clearing become audible to me. The birds, the singing of the stream as it frolics in the sunlight, the whisper of a breeze through the trees. My pounding heart becomes quieter as it regains its normal rhythm. Even the drone of the fruit flies makes its mark. My senses are touched by the sounds, smells and aromas of the clearing. I am grateful that making love with you is so good that even nature takes a back seat for a while. The sounds, the smells, the beauties of this clearing may be forcing themselves back into my consciousness, but they will never erase YOUR beauty, your aroma, or your sounds, especially when you reach those dizzying heights of uncontrollability. Your eyes open slowly, and it takes you a while to focus on me. I am worried about what happened, but am afraid to ask. I remain silent, but gaze into your eyes. You slowly smile back, and my tensions ease a little. "Well," you say in voice that is hardly above a whisper, "That was brilliant! I have never had two orgasms so close together, nor one that nearly ripped me in half. I can't explain what it was like, because it was a whole body thing." My relief was evident in my voice as I said "I'm glad, Kitten. It frightened me a little, and it came so unexpectedly" "Don't worry," you replied "it came unexpectedly for me too! I couldn't have one of those very often, no matter how fantastic it felt. It worried me, too, because everything seemed to be taken out of my hands. Which reminds me, things were taken out of my mouth, too." I laughed out loud, knowing that I could wait. "Coming while making love with you is one thing, BEING in love with you is everything. We can wait till later for that." The sun was now past its zenith, and we knew that it would soon start to get cooler, and we had let the fire go out - but only the wood one :) As we dressed ready to head back to the cottage for lunch, we noticed that the wallaby had meandered back into the clearing, and was enjoying a drink from the stream. Laughing out loud at his nonchalance, I made sure that the fire was totally extinguished, before taking you by the hand, and heading back to the cottage. "We will have to remember this spot, it is idyllic." I said. "But for now, I am looking forward to a nice shower." "But there is a spa in the cottage." you say suggestively, with a laugh in your voice. "We could both get in that." "I think that that will have to wait until another day, you wanton vixen!" was all I could think to reply. But it does have potential. A Sexagenarians Fantasies Ch. 03 Crump, crump, crump. The sound of the snow underfoot is oddly comforting. It is over 50 years since I heard the sound regularly as a child and youth in England. Since arriving in Australia, it has been a very rare sound indeed. But it always brings back the memories of freezing fingers and toes, yet laughter and gaiety as snowballs were thrown and toboggans were ridden. It is hard to believe that only 2 days ago we were making love in the clearing of the forest, less than half a kilometre away. But the sudden cold snap that roared in from the Antarctic overnight put paid to the Indian summer. Luckily, the owners of the cottage that we are renting had laid in enough wood for such emergencies. My arms were stretched like an orangutans as I carried the heavily laden basket from the woodshed. The majority of the wind has died down now, and the grey, snow laden clouds have given a feeling of muted stillness to the outside. Climbing the steps to the porch, I knock the snow from my boots and open the outer of the two entrance doors, and enter the tiny lobby. The cottage itself is as old as I am, built in the early 1940's from sandstone blocks. It had been refurbished in early 2000, and the double entrance was one of the important modifications made to maintain a good climate inside. Along with heavy insulation in the walls and ceilings, the owners had installed double glazed windows, which still had the external look of leadlight style, but the huge advantage of insulation improvements. The timber floors had been covered in a lush, neutral coloured woollen carpet, which all add up to a very pleasant, warm house, even with the wind roaring as it did this morning. The wood fire is merrily crackling in the corner of the lounge room, lending an aura of cosiness and sensuality to the room. In front of it is a very large sheepskin rug. It is starting to darken even more outside, as the day draws to a close. You have already pulled the curtains to a close, and the only light in the room comes from the fire, a small reading lamp, and the light from the bathroom, from where I can hear the running of the water as you fill the spa bath. I can hear you humming away as I place the wood basket next to the fire, and put a couple of logs in the centre of the glimmering coals. I enter the bathroom, just as you turn out the main light, and I'm met with the sight of many lit candles around the room and an ice bucket, containing a wine bottle, next to the bath. At either end of the bath, sitting on the ledge, are full glasses of sparkling wine. You turn around as I enter, and my heart skips a beat as I look into your eyes. You have a beautiful smile, and you look positively radiant, standing there with the light from the candles surrounding you in their glow. Your very fluffy bathrobe adds a soft frame to your already perfect looks. "You, know, I am such a lucky bloke to have the good fortune of being loved by such a young and beautiful woman." You pull a silly face, and poke out your tongue. "Yeah, right." you say, trying to dismiss my compliment. But the look only makes you more natural, in my eyes. Turning off the tap, you turn with a flourish and announce "The bath is ready for his lordship. Would you like the serving wench to scrub your lordships back?" You don't wait for a reply as you untie the belt around your waist, and take off your bathrobe, revealing your perfectly proportioned body. My eyes widen as they take in your form, still a huge turn on for me, still as if seeing you naked for the first time. They open even wider as you step into the bath, and I catch a glimpse of your fantastic vulva, so pink and open as your legs part. I watch in awe as you sink into the hot, steamy water, the bubbles that are in there gripping onto you body, as if devouring you. First your ankles and legs disappear from sight. The water is hot, so you sink slowly into it, the bubbles claiming the prize of your vulva, then your gorgeous round bottom, and tummy, before seeming to hold onto your breasts and draw them into their greedy grasp. I turn my back to you as I start to undress. "Why have you turned around?" you ask quizzically. "After seeing your body, kitten, I am embarrassed at the wrinkles and age of my body, and I don't want to turn you off." "Don't be so bloody silly." you reprimand me, "There is only one place on your body that has wrinkles, and by the time I have done what I want to do, there won't be any wrinkles there, either!" Surrendering, I turn to face you. "OK, you asked for it." Finishing the unbuttoning of my shirt, I take it off, and place it on top of your robe. I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and start to lower them. Hooking my finger around my sock, I step out of my jeans taking the sock with them. I am conscious of you looking at my body as I am undressing, and still feel unworthy of your love of my older body. After ogling you as you got into the bath, I can feel the stiffening taking place between my legs. Taking a deep breath, I slip my thumbs inside the waistband of my boxers, and lower them to the floor, taking my other sock with them. I have nowhere to hide now! You smile as I climb into the bath. "See, I haven't done anything yet, and already the wrinkles are going." You always have a way of making me feel a lot better than I am, and I laugh out loud at your comment. Reaching behind you, you take up your glass, and hold it towards me. Reaching behind me, I do the same. Clinking glasses, we toast in unison "To us!" and drink in the soft, bubbly liquid. Some bubbles go up my nose and tickle the back of my throat. My shoulders relax, as I sink properly into the bath, our legs touching and sending tingles through them. You put your glass down, and ask me to turn around so that you can scrub my back. Although I cannot see them through the soap bubbles, I can feel your legs opening, ready to make room for me to sit between them. The previous glimpse of your vulva as you stepped into the bath works on my imagination, as my mind fills with images or your wide openness, of the colour, feel and taste of you. My erection hardens considerably. Turning around, hiding my embarrassment with soap bubbles, I sit between your legs. You immediately lift your knees and grip my legs between them, bring on more shivers of delight. You start to soap my back with the sponge, and I can feel complete relaxation seeping through my entire body. From this angle, I can see further feminine touches in the bathroom. If I had set it up, I would have just put a few candles out there, not particularly worried about how they were placed. But, of course, your setting is perfect. The candles are neatly arranged in groups of three, each of the three a different colour and size. At the far end of the bath, where I had originally been, you had placed an aromatherapy burner and I could see that the container was Jasmine. Very sexy. Also from where we are sitting, I can see the fire through the open bathroom door. My mind starts to lift as all of the soft, sexy and sensual senses were treated to a smorgasbord of delights. My mind comes back to semi normality as you rinse off my back, and place your arms around me, drawing me into your chest. The firmness of your pert breasts against my back gives me an incredible feeling of love and desire. To be between your legs and being held in such a way brings a lump to my throat, and makes my heart fill with love for you. You stroke my forehead, and nuzzle your mouth into my ear. "I love the feeling of you being naked against me." you whisper. My arms are resting against your thighs, and I start to rub my hands up and down them, as you again use the sponge to wash my chest. It doesn't take long for me to become aware that you are only using one hand to wash me. I feel your other hand slide around my tummy, and edge down towards my fully erect penis. You take it in your hand, and start to rub it firmly. As you do, your breasts start to rub against my back; your hard nipples pressing into me, the flattening of your breasts against my back give me an enormous feeling of lust. I raise my arm out of the water to allow you easier access to me. All of a sudden, it feels like I am in a whirlpool! My elbow accidentally pressed the switch for the spa! Jets of water assault my unready skin. We both jump in surprise, before bursting out laughing at the suddenness of it all. Turning off the spa for the time being, I blurt out "I think that calls for a celebratory drink.", trying to cover my embarrassment at doing something so silly. Turning to face you, we both take another sip from our glasses, the cold sharpness of the bubbles feeling nice in our mouths. The merriment is still shining in your eyes, so much so that it seems to light up the room. You look so gorgeous; I need to touch you, to caress you. "OK," I say, "Now it's my turn. Up you get and turn around so that I can do your back." You rise from the water like a phoenix rising from the ashes, or a goddess ascending to the heavens. Some soap bubbles remain clinging to your body, reluctant (as I would be) of letting go of such sexy skin. Some of the soap is slithering down between your breasts, and over your tummy, before descending into the divine folds between your legs. The visions that race through my mind are very pornographic. Charles wanted to be a tampon ... I want to be that soap bubble! You turn and start to bend down so that you can sit between my legs. Your soapy, wet, shiny bottom almost makes me gasp with excitement as you lower yourself back into the water. I can't wait to get my hands on that beautiful body. You lean forward as I pour the body lotion onto the sponge. The heady affect of the Jasmine oil, and the scented candles, is working on me, my body is feeling tinglier, sexier, with every minute that passes. I start to use the sponge on your back, loving the feel of sponge in my hand, gliding over your smooth, young skin. My erection, now back in full flight after turning on the spa had slowed it down a bit, is pressing into the crease between your bottom cheeks. I can feel you wriggle against it, letting me know that you are aware of it. Rinsing your back, I return the favour of soaping your chest, although I know that I have got the better of the deal! I cheat, somewhat. I don't use the sponge, but soap up my hands, and rub them on your hot, wet breasts. Loving the feeling, I don't ever want to stop. I tease your nipples, as I kiss the side of your neck. One hand cups a breast, as the other squeezes and caresses, and rubs your nipple. Moving downwards, my hand travels over your tummy, and starts to fondle your pubis, my forefinger reaching down even further and touching, caressing, teasing your clitoris. I feel you relaxing in my arms. Unsure of what harm may be caused by entering your body in a soapy bath, I whisper into your ear "Shall we get dry before we both get wrinkled, and go and lay on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire?" You seem a little reluctant at first, but slowly nod your head. We quickly finish off washing ourselves, and reach for the huge bath towels on the rails. They are very, very soft. White, with a gold trim around them, they are almost the size of sheets. The towel rack is a heated one, so the towels themselves are beautifully warm. You climb out of the bath first, as I pull the plug. Following you, I rub you down with your towel, getting very turned on while looking into your pretty face, and feeling your firm breasts underneath my touch. Your arms, back and tummy are next. Going down onto my knees, I towel dry your feet, being careful not to tickle. Up over your ankles, then your slender calves, knees and thighs. Lingering perhaps longer than I should, I dry your bottom and between your legs. The softness of the towel seems to have an affect on you because you close your eyes as I gently move it between your legs, the fibres working their way between your beautiful folds and creases. Reaching down to my shoulders, you let me know that you want to dry me. Like I did, you leave my genitals until last, the softness of the towel creating little tingles like small static shocks. You gently dry my testicles, while kissing me, your tongue inside my mouth, exploring. We stay kissing for some time, until my desire to be inside you gets so great that I can wait no longer. Placing the towels back in the rack, I fill the glasses, and head out to the lounge room, closing the door behind me. You have placed a clean towel on the sheepskin rug, and are laying on it, facing the fire. The sight of your curvaceous, feminine body is resplendent. The room is now quite dark, the wood nymphs from the burning logs are leaving shadows that seem to be leaping and cavorting on your nakedness, like some ancient fertility rite. The red's and yellows from the fire, the alabaster paleness of your body, and the pure white of the sheepskin and the towel come together like a Joseph Wright of Derby's industrial revolution painting. Your body stands out like a monument to virtuosity. You look so virginal and angelic, but looks can be deceiving. I place the glasses on the hearth, and lay behind you; my erection nestled again between your bottom cheeks, my arms around you, caressing and fondling your breasts. We gaze into the fire, and watch the scenes playing out within it. The radio is playing in the background, and our favourite song starts to play. Turning towards me, you whisper "I love you." and we kiss, softly at first but then more urgently as our desires start to take over within both of us. We hold each other in a way that shows that we never want to let go, that we want to become as one. And we will.