1 comments/ 4195 views/ 1 favorites Amat Memoriae By: Salparadiso He saw her shadow through the front door waiting for him. He quietly unlocked the door and let her slip in. With her shoes in her hand, they tiptoed down the hall, through the kitchen to the stairs to the basement. They went down the stairs careful not to be heard. He led her to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. As they entered the room, he spun her around and wrapped his right arm low on her waist. She dropped her shoes. He pulled her towards him. Their bodies pressed together at the hips. They had been this close before and both of them felt a charge being that close again. She looked at him with her head tilted slightly down. Looking up at him, her eyes were sexy and inviting. He moved close to her lips. She smelled like freshly washed laundry. It made him think about her clothes and what she was wearing underneath. He remembered the last time he took her clothes off she wore tiny black panties and a black bra that unlatched in the front. He liked how she grinned when he tried to get it off of her. He was taking so long to kiss her she couldn't bear it any longer. She hated losing this game, but she was so eager to be kissed, she reached her arms over his shoulders and pulled him against her lips. They were both good kissers, but were not used to kissing other people. The new sensations and new movements excited them and they kissed more deeply. He felt her nose on his face. He admired her nose and couldn't image her without it. He loved feeling her nose burrow into his neck. He kissed her jaw-line up to her soft ear. He kissed her earlobe and put it in his mouth. She moaned and tilted her head so he could have better access. He spun her around wrapping his arms around her slim waist. He liked how tall she was. Her body aligned perfectly with his. She pressed back into him. Her shapely ass rubbing into his crotch. She could feel that he was fully aroused. She tossed her long hair to the side. It brushed his face. He reached up her body and cupped her breasts. She threw her head back against his shoulder and let him gently squeeze her. He grabbed the front of her tight, v-neck sweater and pulled down. She had beautiful, smooth white skin. Her breast bulged from her bra, almost exposing her nipples. He wanted to plant his face between them. Next, he slid his hands down, pulled up her shirt to expose her bellybutton. Her jeans were slung low on her hips and just the top of her underwear was showing. It was dark red. She danced slowly, side to side, rubbing against him. He moved his hands over her tight stomach. At her hip bone he hooked his little finger under the edge of her panties. He slid his hand back to the middle and down. Her skin was smooth and hairless. Her jeans were tight and only allowed him to slide his hand an inch or two past the waist line. He removed his hand and slid it down the fly of her jeans. He rubbed and gripped her crotch. He could feel that she was warm and a little moist. She arched her back and raised her arms, wrapping them behind his head. He popped open the button on her jeans and unzipped the ridiculous, tiny zipper. Now unobstructed, he slide his hand down her panties. He was thrilled to feel a patch of short manicured hair. He was afraid that she had everything lasered off years ago, but was relieved and excited to feel it between his fingers now. He moved his hand further down. She shifted so he could have better access. He slid his middle finger between her lips, down to her opening. She was already dripping wet. He felt her panties soaked. Her wetness turned him on even more. He wet his finger and explored her folds. She breathed harder and he slid a finger inside of her. She was soft and warm and tight around his finger. He couldn't wait to be inside her. He removed his hand from her jeans and grabbed her hips. He pulled down as she shimmied and her tight jeans slid off. She stepped out of the jeans and spun around. They kissed again, her hands on his face. She could feel his hot cheeks. She pushed him back a few steps. The edge of the bed caught the back of his knees and he lost his balance. He fell back on the bed. She was standing between his legs smiling. She flopped on top of him, splashing her long hair on his face. She kissed his lips, his chin, his neck. She bit at his nipple through his T-shirt. As she moved down, she lifted his shirt exposing his stomach. She pressed her lips to his skin and slid further down licking and kissing as she went. She flipped open his belt and with one strong pull undid all of the buttons on his fly. He lifted up off the bed and she pulled off his pants. He was wearing tight black boxer briefs and she could see a long, thick bulge extending upwards and to the right. She leaned forward and dug her teeth into the bulge. Playfully she nuzzled his crotch, eager to see and taste what was under the soft black fabric. She grabbed the sides of his underwear and pulled down, exposing his hard cock. She tucked the band under his balls to make it stay in place. His package was just as she remembered, thick and nicely shaped. She placed her tongue on the base of the shaft near the balls and licked upward. He pulsed as she went up making it flex and relax as she reached the top. She licked his shaft a few more times and then moved to his balls. They were smooth and hairless and felt good on her tongue. She gently sucked on them one at a time. His cock softening a little bit, she grabbed it with her right hand and pulled it toward her. She could feel the blood rush back in under her grasp. She slid her hand down low to the base and again licked the shaft from the base to the tip. She flicked her tongue around the sides of the head feeling the soft smooth curve. She imagined the feeling of the ridge sliding in and out of her pussy and felt herself pulse down below. She licked her lips and put the tip into her small mouth. It filled her mouth. He could feel her tongue licking him. She let out a sexy groan and he almost came. He remembered the noises she made while going down on him in the past. Sounds that let him know that she was enjoying it as much as he was. She moved up and down on his cock. At first she had difficulty with the thickness, fitting only part of the shaft into her mouth. As she relaxed, she was able to fit more in. She could feel his excitement as she went deeper. He held her hair off of her face so he could see her work. As she pumped, her hair fell on his bare skin making it tingle. She pulled out and stroked his cock with her hand. She wrapped her mouth around the side of his dick and licked. She looked up at him. He gave her a little nod. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her told her to stand up. She got to her feet and stood between his legs. She was still wearing her sweater and panties. He sat up and grabbed her hips. Her sweater was tight and there was skin exposed between he sweater and panties. He grabbed her ass and buried his face into her bare stomach. She was warm and firm. He kissed the skin just above the band of her panties. He slid his hands up the sides of her sweater. Taking the hint she lifted her arms and let his hands pull the sweater up her sides and over her head. Her hair swung down on her shoulders softly. Reaching up her back, he felt for the latch on her bra. She grinned and laughed when he realized there wasn't one. She anticipated him fumbling with the front of her bra for a few minutes before getting it open. She stood with her hands on her hips smirking, determined to let him deal with it himself. He grabbed her and pulled her toward him. He planted his face between her breasts and bit at the clip. It popped open with ease. She was shocked and impressed, expecting him to take much longer. With the bra unlatched her breasts separated exposing a strip of smooth skin between them. He kissed her chest and the inside of each breast. Moving his head side to side, he freed the bra. Flicking the straps off her shoulders, the bra fell to the floor. She had beautiful breasts, full and perky. Her nipples were small and perfectly round. The dark pink colour matched the colour of her lips. The sudden exposure had made them stiff and hard. He could see some goosebumps forming. She raised her arms, grabbed her hair and looked down at him. Lines cut from the front of her shoulders past her armpits and around her breasts in perfect circles. He couldn't resist her beautiful shape and dug his face into the side of her right breast. It was so soft. He kissed the side and worked his way along the bottom of the curve and then up to the nipple. He wrapped his tongue around it, then cupped his mouth around her breast. He gently sucked, teasing the nipple. He put his hands on her, lifting and squeezing her breasts. She grabbed his hands pressing them harder against her. He slid his hands down and she continued to touch herself, pulling on her nipples. With a swift move, he grabbed her and spun her off her feet, flinging her onto the bed. She lay on her back, hair sprawling. He slithered between her legs onto her body. They kissed hard, grabbing at each other. He pushed up and hovered above her. Pushing back, he popped back onto his feet. She was lying with her legs apart and bent at the knee. Her lower legs were dangling off the bed. He leaned over her, admiring her body. She had sexy hips and legs. Her panties were tiny and made everything fit together nicely. He brought her legs together lifting them up, leaning them both on his left shoulder. He reached for the panties. He pulled them towards him and then up, off of her ass and over her legs. He caught a glimpse of her pussy. Squeezed between her legs it was just a tight pink line. He held her tiny panties and thought of all of the other things she wears under her clothes. Grabbing below her knees, he spread her legs. Again, he looked at her naked body. With her legs spread he could see her pussy. A small triangle of hair was placed precisely above her soft lips. Her lips were small. The inner lips tucked nicely inside the outer ones. She writhed a bit, not used to the attention. He knelt and pressed his face against her inner leg, kissing his way down. The tendons of her adductor muscles were tight, making a line from her inner thigh to the patch of hair. He kissed and licked his way along the line. Holding her legs apart, he placed his tongue on the skin below her opening. She was wet and the taste exhilarated him. He slowly licked upward, across the opening and up between her lips. He made them wet with his tongue. The inner bright pink glistened. He ran his tongue up and down her folds. Her clit was hot and swollen. He flicked it with his tongue and he felt her legs close slightly on him. Her hands came down and tussled his hair. He loved being between her legs; he could stay there for hours. It turned him on immensely. As he was eating her, he reached down and pulled off his underwear. They were both fully naked now. He was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to be inside her. He continued to lick and kiss her. He dragged his tongue up and down the length of her vulva. She moaned and pulled at his hair. He formed his tongue into a hard tip and rolled it around her clit. She squirmed and pushed into his face. She helped him find the right spot and he followed her lead. He could feel her building. Moving down to the opening, he pushed his tongue inside her. He flicked the soft sides repeatedly. Bucking, she ground her pussy into his face. He felt her shudder and flex. His mouth was filled with warm fluid. Again, she contracted and moisture was pushed out, into his mouth. He supported her as she shook. After a few moments she was still, breathing hard and moaning softly. He could tell she was smiling, although hair was covering most of her face. He continued to softly kiss her legs. She pulled on his shoulder wanting him to come to her. He slid his body on to her. As he moved up between her legs, his hard cock caught her wet opening and slid inside. She was thrilled at this unexpected sensation. His thick shaft pressed against the sides of her tight pussy. As he lay on top of her, he moved in and out of her, going deeper each time. She had no problem making every inch of him wet and slippery. He could feel the ridges inside of her. She felt the rim around the head of his cock rub the sensitive part near her opening. She felt his balls slapping against her ass. They grabbed at each other and kissed. He pumped in and out of her. She wrapped her long legs around him, angling her pelvis for maximum penetration and pulled him close. She breathed hard groaning with pleasure. The bed rocked silently. She told him she was going to come again. He felt her pussy clamp down on him. It instantly set him off. He flexed and let go, releasing a huge amount of built up sexual energy. He filled her with wet heat. They could feel a new texture between them. She felt his cock continuing to pulse inside her. They looked at each other and tried to catch their breath. As their heart rates returned to normal they held each other. He was still deep inside her. Amateur After high school I enrolled in a nursing school in my hometown. That is where I met Stephanie. She was cute, with short sandy hair and deep blue eyes. She was smart and had a great sense of humor. It wasn't long before we were best friends. At school we would leave the building and go shopping or out to lunch. My boyfriend was away at school, so on weekends we went out to bars together and had a few. Growing up my girlfriends were just friends. We talked about boys and clothes and things like that. Stephanie was different. I looked forward to time with her. We thought a like. She knew what I was going to say before I said it. One weekend, when both our boyfriends were in town we had adjoining rooms at a motel. I could hear Stephanie and her boyfriend screwing in the next room. Even though I giggled to my boyfriend I was highly aroused! I imagined Stephanie's face as she reached orgasm. I made sure Steph heard me when we were making love. Not long after that I was lying in bed, half in and half out of a dream. My fingers were in my panties and my pussy was all wet. I was surprised when I realized I was fantasizing about Stephanie! Until now it hadn't dawn on me that I thought about her that way. I thought I was in love with my boyfriend and faithful to him. I became anxious about my feelings. I had a strict Christian upbringing, I wasn't supposed to feel this way about another girl. Was this wrong? I did things with my boyfriend that I had been told were wrong. Stephanie was staying with her aunt and uncle out in the suburbs. They decided to go away for a week so Stephanie asked me to sleep over Friday night. We had some wine with dinner and were almost finished cleaning up. Steph was washing and I was drying when suddenly she leaned over and kissed me. "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you " she said. I was a little shocked; Stephanie had never shown affection before. We made some rum and cokes and sat down to watch TV. Before I knew it we had been through several drinks. I was beginning to feel a nice warm glow. "Lets play some cards." Stephanie said and she got up and walked towards the bedrooms. She came back and laid a deck on the coffee table. I noticed the top card depicted a man licking a girls pussy. I felt a little nervous and yet excited; what kind of fantasies did Stephanie have? "I found those in my Brother John's room, I didn't think he'd mind." She said with a devious grin. We started playing gin and after a hand Stephanie went for more drinks. I shuffled through the deck checking the cards. Sucking, Fucking, Dildos, Strap ons, I was really getting aroused! Stephanie came back in the room with drinks and sat on the floor across from me at the coffee table. She picked up the remote and changed the channel. On the TV was a naked girl pinching her nipples. "I love this show! People talk about their turn ons while they demonstrate!" Stephanie exclaimed. The girl on the TV had moved a hand down to her pussy and was slowly stroking it. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning a little. Stephanie dealt another hand and we continued playing gin. The game went slowly, we were both distracted by the TV. The girl on the screen was stroking harder now and I hardly noticed when Stephanie declared gin. "This is boring let's play something else." Said Stephanie. Knowing that we thought alike I was almost afraid to ask. "Strip Poker of course" she laughed, reading the look in my eyes. My breath caught in my throat! This was better than my wildest fantasy! My mind raced as I wondered where this might lead. The girl on TV now had a vibrator in her pussy and she was breathing hard. Stephanie dealt; I got a pair of fours. "You win!" Stephanie exclaimed. As she pulled off her top I became flush. I had never admitted to anyone that I found the female form exciting! She gently touched each breast and sighed. She didn't have large breasts but they were shapely, and she had wonderful puffy nipples. "Do you ever play with yourself?" Steph asked as she stroked her tits. I heard myself whisper "yes I do." electricity running through me as I said it. " I thought so." Steph replied I dealt and got a lousy hand. Steph's wasn't much better but she was Ace high. Although I was excited I still felt a little shy. I slid my shorts off under the table. "OK side bet!" Steph declared. " Loser has to kiss the person across from them." The girl on the screen was moaning loudly, thrusting the vibrator hard into her pussy. Steph dealt and again I didn't get much. Steph showed her cards and hers were worse. I was Jack high and Steph got on her knees and slid down her shorts. The front of her panties was all wet. She reached across the table and pulled me to her. I was stiff at first, confused by thoughts that this wasn't done and how excited I was! I melted when she slid her tongue into my mouth. Her kiss rippled through me! She backed away a little and looked me in the eye "That was nice." she said as she sat back down. The next hand I had nothing higher than a seven and lost. Without hesitation I took off my top. My nipples were swollen. "Excited I see" Steph said as she dealt the cards. Once again a bad hand. Steph beat me with a jack. I got on my knees and slid down my panties. The girl on TV had reached a raging climax and was replaced by two girls making out on a couch. " I love watching girls make out." Stephanie said. "When I was younger, when no one was home, I would go to John's room and borrow one of his Hustlers." Steph said. She had her hand inside her panties and was gently stroking her pussy. "I would look at the pictures of the lesbians and it really made me hot. At first I would just touch my self through my clothes, but eventually I started to strip." she said. My pussy got wet as I listened, I could no longer resist massaging my nipples. "Playing with my clit while looking at those girls lick each other was such a turn on." My pussy was tingling as I rubbed my nipples harder, then pinched them until they hurt. "I've known for a while now that you wanted me." Steph said as she rose from the floor. "Have you been with a girl before?" Stephanie asked. "No" I stammered. " Would you like to try it with me?" she asked. My pussy gushed as I whispered "yes" She slid off her panties then bent over and took my hands. I rose into her warm embrace. Steph had a look of desire in her eyes like I had never seen before. Once again her lips touched mine. We kissed for a long while exploring the depths of each other's mouths; sucking on each other's tongues; lovingly kissing each other's lips, her kiss more passionate than before stoking the fire burning in me. Her hand was on my ass, grinding me against her pussy. Her juices were running down my leg. I shuddered as she started to lick my neck my pussy getting wetter as she playfully spanked me. Steph pushed me down to the couch and knelt in front of me. She began licking my belly then worked her tongue up to my chest. Slowly she slid her tongue towards one of my nipples and began to run her tongue around it. She started out in circular motions and then flicked her tongue across one and then the other. After a little more teasing, Stephanie took one of my tits in her mouth and the other in her hand. She simultaneously rubbed and kissed the breasts while I lay back with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of having her play with my tits. Steph began sucking the nipple, biting it lightly and pulling it. She gently twisted the other, pulling it and pinching it, sending small currents of sensual pain through my chest. A loud moan escaped my lips as I gave in to the pleasure. With the fingers of her other hand Stephanie was exploring my pussy. She would stop sucking my breasts and pull the fingers from my cunt and put them in her mouth. Then she took her fingers out and touched them to my lips. "Taste your wonderful pussy" she said. I licked and sucked Stephanie's fingers as if they were my boyfriends cock, intoxicated by the taste of my pussy. Stephanie then parted my legs with her hands. She kissed my stomach and licked around my waist. She caressed the inside of my thighs with her fingertips, while her nipples slid across my thighs. I had never been so excited, something so Taboo was driving me wild! She then slid her tongue over the top of my pubic hair and slowly towards the inside of my thighs. Her lips were hot and wet. I could feel her breath on my thighs. Then she lightly kissed me where I was wet. She paused for a moment then her tongue circling the outer rim of my pussy. I flinched my body arched as my vaginal muscles lightly spasmed. She proceeded to teasing me, licking me lightly. Then I felt her suck my clit and nibble me with her teeth. My legs twitched, as she sucked and slid her tongue inside of me. She slid a finger in me and sucked on my clit, flicking her tongue in a way that made me shudder with delight. She twisted inside of me as I panted and moaned. My legs tightened and I could feel my insides begin to spasm. I moaned sharply as the orgasm came over and over, her tongue buried in my pussy. She braced me with her arms, around my thighs, licking me as wave after wave of fire shot through my pussy. When I finally stopped convulsing Steph smiled and lay on the floor pulling me down with her. We kissed gently as I recovered strength. My mouth left hers and I kissed my way across her jaw, around to her ear, down the smooth line of her neck, and then across her collarbone. My thumbs brushed across her nipples, instantly bringing them to taut peaks. I squeezed her lightly and continued my slow exploration as I began to kiss all over her luscious ripe breasts. When my tongue reached out to flick one of her nipples she let out a low moan, and when I sucked that same nipple fully into my mouth she cried out and arched her back up off the ground. I then licked my way over to her other nipple while my fingers explored the aching wet one I had just finished with. I began placing wet openmouthed kisses all along her flat stomach as my hands touched every inch of her thighs. I darted my tongue into her navel and was rewarded by another intake of breath. As I kissed the tops of her legs I moved so that I was kneeling between Stephanie's thighs. I was now living my fantasy. Her pussy was just inches from my face. It was wet with excitement and anticipation. The smell of musk filled my lungs, and I was curious for a taste. My hands gently moved her legs a little farther apart and I lowered my head to kiss the curls at the top of her mound. I spread the pink lips of her pussy with my fingers as I bent to lick the entire length of her slit. When my tongue found her swollen clit she cried out with pleasure and put her hands on my head to hold me more tightly to her. "Yes" she whispered, "That's it! Keep doing it. Lick me like I licked you." I licked and nibbled her wet pussy lapping up the sweet juices that were dripping from her. Her wonderful salty taste inflamed me. My tongue plunged into her cunt over and over as far as it would go. I put a finger inside of her and then a second. She was so tight my fingers were being squeezed together. As I felt her relax a little, I began to stroke her inner walls with my fingers. My head lowered once more and I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. "Oh, God, that feels so good," Steph moaned as she writhed in pleasure against my tongue and fingers. Her total abandon turned me on like nothing else and I began to move my fingers in and out of her cunt faster and deeper while still sucking her clit. "Yes, yes, harder Cheri, harder." Steph begged. I did as she demanded and plunged my fingers into her as deep as they would go. I picked up speed and began to fuck her with both fingers as fast I could go, sensing her climax was near. It took only a couple strokes more until I felt her pussy muscles clench my fingers tighter. I bent my fingers at the knuckles slightly and hit her G-spot perfectly. "AHHHH!!! God, I'm coming!" Stephanie screamed as her hips bucked up to meet my fingers. When the waves of her orgasm had subsided I withdrew my fingers from her and met her gaze as I licked every drop of her sweet cream from my hand. We lay there next to each other for a while gently kissing. I couldn't believe what we had just done. I could still feel my vaginal muscles spasming as we lay there. I had never thought that being with a woman would be so good. How would I explain this to my boyfriend, or would I? She propped herself up on one elbow and put her hand out to spin her finger lightly around one of my nipples. "I knew we'd like this. I could tell that you loved it. You were so hot." And she was right. It was great. I knew this would happen again. Amateur {This doesn't fit in any category, most of what I write doesn't seem to. So, since my wife Debs is involved, "loving wives" it is. Is there any truth to this? You figure that out, I did ask Sherry if I could write it and she laughed and told me "Sure, as long as you don't mention my real name." So. "Sherry" it is. I would change Debra's and my own name also but too late now I guess.} +++ "Well, just crap!" I told my wife Debra as soon as July left. Debs already knew, so she knew what I was unhappy about. I better go back a bit here. My wife Debra is a Registered Nurse Practitioner, she more or less runs the local health clinic everyone in our tiny coastal town goes to. The clinic specializes in Geriatrics, but they see everyone except for kids. By everyone, I do mean everyone, too, because the next clinic available is a 65 mile drive up the coast. That is a nasty drive, too, at night the tail lights you are following are your own. Anyway, my wife Debs is best described as liberal, I will say here that if every man had a wife like mine the divorce rate would be zero. To Debra, life is about having fun and enjoying it, one of her delights is figuring out some way to make my now 69 year old body act like it's 25 again and she gets damned close to that regular as clockwork. With her having almost no inhibitions, it does not bother her one bit that July does lots of things way beyond the norm of the medical field, to her that is not only fun, pleasure being a part of life, but also helpful to old men like me. And she loves me, that is obvious. A few times I did question her about what goes on down at her clinic, her answer has always been the same. "If we don't do SOMETHING, you old farts will sit at home and die!" She says, usually with a titter. "Sexuality is a part of life!" Is her other regular comment. I am fairly sure that her antics in the medical office really has resulted in her getting a client into her office that otherwise would not even go. More than once that means she catches something else going on, and she extends a life now and then. Like the lump the size of an Acorn she found in Henry Dahl's left testicle, the one he thought was a cyst and had been trying to pop? She ordered him to a Urologist, where they removed that and found it was not benign. Old Henry Dahl lost all of his hair over the next few months but he still drives that huge Garbage truck. That one I know about because some flowers arrived one day, expensive ones. I asked Debs what all of that was about, she told me about Henry. "But the other one still works just fine, I saw his wife Harriet a couple of weeks ago and she told me!" Debs grinned at me. Debra isn't supposed to talk about what all happens in her clinic but she does. She knows I can keep my mouth shut. So I know she does things like sit in her little chair and inspect her customer's stuff, which is a good part of why the waiting room is nearly always full of white haired old guys like me. Every single one is a story. Early on I have to say I didn't believe it all, but now I do. Combine that with her loving me totally and completely and that is my Debs. Like I said, if you women want to eliminate the divorce rate, be more like Debra. But sadly, I have never known anyone with an attitude like hers. In the process of learning how she is, it changed me too. +++ How in the hell did I manage to catch a female like this, one that loves me totally and completely? Well, when we met she made me take off my pants and underwear, grabbed my wienie and inspected it stem to stern. "Drop your pants, I want to look at your penis." Was word for word what she said that day. I did, and she did. Then she turned me over and probed me. That was not the typical in and back out, strip off the glove and say "everything appears OK" like I have had Doctors do before with great reluctance. Nope. She was in there for a solid two-three minutes, at first I had the usual revulsion at having that procedure done, then that changed into something else entirely. Up it came, I almost made a mess. Hell, I was beginning to wonder if this was what it was like to be gay? I really did my very best to not have a reaction and failed rather miserably. That didn't faze her one bit, in fact it became quite clear that she enjoyed that. "Hmmmm. Feels a little puffy in there, but I see you react nicely." She stripped off the glove, handed me a little cup. Then down the hall she sent me to a tiny room, sperm sample, she told me. It's a good thing she did say that or she would have gotten a cup of something else. I admit that embarrassed the hell out of me also, so much so that it couldn't be done. Think about that, a 65 year old sitting in a tiny little room trying to jack off into a paper cup while outside there are a bunch of people, all strangers? Can't be done. There was a knock after perhaps ten minutes, in pops Jennifer, one of the other nurses on staff. She grabbed me with a latex glove covered hand, had the sample and was back out the door before I could do anything and I have no idea at all how she did that so fast. Then it was back down the hall where Debra discussed my Prostate and how that affected erections and all of that, she might as well have been talking about baking a cake. She probably had done that to a couple of thousand other men, I was the guy that won the lottery there. For some reason she liked me and decided to get me. Why I am not completely sure, I do know she also found my stories and somehow figured out it was me writing them. Mine I think are tame compared to most. I guess I also tend to describe things around, real stuff. What are the odds, anyway? I mean I do describe my big Dodge truck, everyone sees me headed for the jetty to go fishing, the locals know about the "best yard" contest and the fat ass Sea Lions that get in the way and won't move and the stupid city council that wants to spend 300 grand to build them a dock to lay on? Fucking Sea Lions have been laying on rocks for hundreds of thousands of years and we have to spend taxpayer dollars to build them a fucking dock? It's a wonder they don't include pillows for them. Yea, anyway, one could add two and two together and come up with just maybe the guy that writes that crap is white haired old me? I do know Debra reads erotic stories herself, usually giggling but every once in awhile she will read one that sets her off. Anyway, on another office visit I got the same procedure except no sperm sample this time. She read the report on that, I didn't know medical even did reports on that. That was also the day I got the "Sexuality is a normal and healthy part of life." line for the first time. "You don't have a partner, do you?" Debra asked me. "No, not since my wife Dotty passed away." "I see. You should have one, you know." She grinned at me. "Hell, I am 65 years old, nobody is interested in someone like me." I told her. "Oh, don't be too sure. With a pretty cock like yours, I would think most women would be interested." She smirked. That's what this lady Doctor sat in the room with me and said. "Pretty cock like yours.".....??? Nobody ever believes me whan I mention that, so usually I don't. Then the conversation changed and got one hell of a lot more personal. Next thing I knew we were out on a date and right behind that she was checking out my sexual prowess. We got to her house and Debs took my hand and led me inside, we kissed a few times and it was clear quickly she wanted to have some sex. So we did, and man, do I mean we did! My life had gotten to the point where even at home I only got about half way hard during my private moments. Debra turned me into the man of steel. Not just once, but twice and a third time I got perhaps 75% there. By morning there was no doubt at all, Debra had captured me and I belonged to her. Things like that just do not happen to men in their sixties, but it did to me. Debra just decided and she went for it. If you knew her, you would understand, because if she wants something, she gets it. It had been maybe a decade for me since my wife Dotty passed, and close to that for Debs. No sex for me at all during that time, same for Debs except for once. I know she is not lying to me about that, either, she has no reason to. Like I said, if all women were like my Debra, no one would ever get divorced. Four years now, hardly a week goes by that there isn't some surprise. For some crazy reason, just the fact that Debra is around seems to attract what I call incidents. No panties on under Deb's skirt down in Reno, then sitting there sewing up a top with her boobs bare, two guys across the way watching. A maid caught us screwing like kids on the carpet in our hotel room. That was just our honeymoon. I wrote and posted some of it here. Rambling again, huh? Oh well. +++ Anyway, I was unhappy. Our friend July who drops by maybe twice a month to give us massages was quitting. July gives dandy massages, she is not only wonderful at it, she is uninhibited too and can do anything she wants to since she is a Registered Nurse herself. Which is cool, she can touch anything she wants to, do about anything she wants to and there is nothing the blue noses at the Oregon Massage board can do about it. Yep, Registered Nurse. Well, she used to be, anyway. I found out why she not only worked at the clinic up the coast as a nurse but went out and gave massages in the evenings. She was using the extra money for night school. Now she had her PHD, our friend July was a full fledged Doctor! It took her over a decade to get her degree, and guess what? July was the new administrator of the very clinic she used to be just a Nurse at? The one 65 miles away up the coast. Which meant no more massages for Debs and I. OK. So I was pouting. "Sorry, honey. Maybe we can find someone else?" Debs patted me on the shoulder. Small town on the Oregon coast? Fat chance of that. There is not exactly a wealth of talent to choose from around here. If you need boots you go see old man Vidalis, food is Safeway or Freddie's, gasoline it doesn't matter since they are all the same price and 30 cents a gallon higher than in the valley 60 miles away. Way it is. What the hell, we would live but the truth is I liked it when July came over. July is a nice looking lady, she is similar to Debs in that she has no inhibitions at all as I found out the first time when she was helping me with my Prostate issues. Regular orgasms as it turns out, are extremely helpful to old men who struggle with the issue. My Debra understands and so does July, the fact that it feels good is simply a normal side effect to them. OK. So we were cheating a little bit, Debra certainly gives me regular orgasms, so July became....Yea, I know. Some of you will say July is a prostitute, but July never once took off any clothing. She is also our friend, and she also works on Debs regular as clockwork. July really did manage amazing results with my urine flow problems. At one point, she told me that I didn't need her services any more, but Debs talked her into coming by anyway. God I love my wife! Those are real concerns for many men, any of you men who have that know exactly what I mean. If the person offering the service knows what they are doing, the difference is amazing. And it sure as hell beats the 3/4" garden hose they shove up a man's pecker to let the urine out. Fucking nurses appear to delight in doing that procedure, some kind of revenge against a world centered on men I guess. I had that done just once and I will do anything, I mean anything to avoid that again. Oh well, life goes on. I was happy for our friend July and her success, plus she and Debs would be in contact from time to time, since certain patients would be getting referred back and forth. +++ It was maybe two or three weeks later, I was sitting in front of my PC printing out an online sale, I dabble in that now for some extra cash. It used to be just Social Security for me but $934 a month doesn't go far, and government has no money at all that isn't Chinese so they tell us we don't get any COLA raises, or if we do it is so small it's a joke. I actually hit the point where I was making around three grand a month online but that started to become work so I eased up on that. It did let me stuff some cash in the bank though. If I was much younger I would have gone for it, I am sure in the modern world anyone who knows the ropes and plays the game fairly with a good product line can make a fortune. People in Russia and Sweden, Australia, Germany all buy things, and they are right there, in easy reach now for anyone who takes the time to make an effort. +++ For some reason I wandered over to one of the advertising websites, I spotted the "therapeutic" section and got an idea. People who do massage work advertise. There were just two ads in our area for people who do massages, both of them were men looking for men clients. Not my thing, that. I was about ready to close the screen when I got another idea! "Hey, Debs!" I called out to her, she was in the kitchen making some bread from Banana squash pulp and chocolate, trail mix blended into it. She also adds M&M's, those melt when the bread is baked and spread out and... There I go again, rambling, sorry. "What, honey?" She came out licking her fingers. There was a streak of the goo she was mixing up on her forehead. "How about me running an ad, maybe I can find someone like July?" I asked. "Sure, why not? I guess you didn't like that last one?" I had booked with some woman named Teresa, she turned out to be 300 pounds and bashful. I got my feet rubbed and my head rubbed, the middle pretty much ignored plus I had to drive over there and my truck takes ten bucks worth of diesel just to get it started. "What do I say in the ad?" I asked her. "Let's see. How about 'perverted old coot wants sweet young thing to probe his Prostate while'...? Debs giggled and headed back towards the kitchen. "Brat!" I called after her. Hmmmm..... "Grandfatherly type needs therapist experienced in massage to assist with mild medical condition." I typed. Then like a dummy, I posted that. "Strictly Platonic" the section was. It was either that or kinky stuff. There was a section called "romance" but I didn't think that fit the situation. Lord. The first reply had a link to a photo, I clicked on that and there was some 20 year old oriental gal, stark naked. Roughly 40 replies just like that and I was fed up, so I just started deleting those. I even went over to try and delete my ad but I forgot the password I used to sign up with. I even clicked on the "forgot my password" link but it didn't work. Sometimes I hate the internet. Then the "Are you real?" email arrived. I almost deleted that too, but it looked different. I opened it, the email appeared real but by then I was suspicious. What the hell, I typed a short reply. Almost instantly I got one back. The spy bots that respond to every online ad posted don't reply right back, that much I know for sure so SOMEONE was on the other end. She said her name was Sherry, she worked in a spa I knew was local and business was really tight so she was looking for a few clients. "I don't have a license, so it has to be private." She wrote. Still suspicious, thinking the odds were high that this was some hairy old guy playing games, or at best just a hooker, I took a chance. I wrote back, explaining I was looking for a nice body massage, that we had our own table and oils, sheets, things like that. I put in the "sheets" part to ease her mind in case it really was a her on the other end of the email. With July I never bothered with a sheet. I already knew I wasn't going to be able to bill Medicare like I did with July, either. (Yea, I know, but hey. They give me $934.00 a month after I paid into the system for 45 years. If I had invested that wisely in the stock market, even with the periodic disasters government creates, I would be getting way more money.) I guess the "wisely" part figures into that, though. That didn't matter, I was making a few bucks online now so I could afford it. Anyway, I offered her $70 an hour, the going rate locally. She emailed back that that was fine, but she wanted to meet first? What the hell was this, it wasn't a date? Oh well, a female and someone from the internet, I understood. I pulled up in front of Starbucks, the one with the deck out front facing the street. Nice and public, hard for a serial killer to grab someone and cart them off from there without getting caught. There sat a nice looking lady that was maybe 40 or so. Sure enough, it was Sherry. Long flowing hair dyed dark red, pretty in a way. She looked me up and down, smiled so I guess I didn't appear to be the serial killer she expected. Just a nice old Grandpa type, that's me. "I have never really done a full massage before, at the spa I do the wraps and herbal baths, they won't let me work on people since I don't have a license. Well, I do arms and legs and things like that." Sherry told me once the initial nervousness had passed. "But I used to work on my Mom and Dad, and I have gotten massages myself so I think I know what to do." She added quickly. "I see." I said. I guess I have to admit I was hesitant. "And if I am not doing anything right all you have to do is tell me." Now she was sounding like she was interested. My Debra is certainly liberal, but what was she going to say if I showed up with some sweet young thing she had never met, then headed off to our spare room for a body rubdown? I hadn't told her yet that I had made a contact. But being one of those guys that is full of courage, I made an appointment with Sherry, explaining to her that my wife would be home so she had nothing to worry about. "$70.00, right?" Sherry beamed at me. I nodded, headed home. +++ "Ok, honey. Fine with me." Debs told me when I explained. OK. Got through that part. But I did have some reservations, since I had no idea at all what I had here. Still, not much different than going to someone's office, I guess. +++ Debra answered when Sherry arrived and knocked on the door. I went in to shower and get ready while the two of them sat out in our living room and chatted. When I got done with my shower and was drying myself off, I could hear the two of them out there cackling, they were clearly having a hen party. Debs is totally used to dealing with people, they come into her office concerned about something and all fussed up and nervous. Give Debra 30 seconds and they are at ease, it is just the way she is. I put on my robe and went out there, the two of them were eating Debra's Banana squash bread and drinking wine. They both looked up at me and instantly stopped talking. Sherry almost instantly blushed. I had a feeling that I had been the subject of the conversation. "Hey, don't go getting my new therapist in the bag." I laughed. Debs just smirked at me. "Go ahead and get ready, sir. I will be in in just a minute." Sherry gave me a big smile. "Sir", huh? "And thank you for being normal." She added. "Normal?" Me? Well, maybe I am compared to what I read here on this website. I went in and got onto the table, pulled the top sheet up over me. I could hear the buzz of their voices in the living room, with a few sprinkles of giggles. I lay there for what seemed to be a long time, so long I actually dozed off. Hands woke me up, Sherry was working on my shoulders. I realized instantly that if this lady was an unlicensed amateur, she was the best one I ever ran into. It didn't take but a few minutes and I began to relax. Amateur The session was different, for one thing Sherry didn't talk much. But she did have some idea of what she was doing, that was clear. When she got down to my lower body, she flipped the sheet back and began to work out my butt. I had expected her to be bashful about that but she wasn't. Then she rubbed out my legs nicely, moved over and did the same thing to the other side. This was actually a surprise, Sherry's hands felt really good. I have had lots of massages over the years, many when I was very young, and my wife Dotty gave me many of them when we were married. After meeting Debra, massage again became a regular part of our lives. When we finally settled on July on a regular basis, that was great. Now with a new set of hands that felt good, I was thinking perhaps I had lucked out. By the time she had me turn over, I was starting to respond. That did worry me a little bit, this gal had seemed somewhat shy and I didn't want to offend her. I was getting very comfortable as she began to do the front of my legs. When her fingers drifted up and over my pelvis right alongside my pubic hair line she bumped me slightly. Then she reached under the sheet, pushed me gently over and out of the way and went right back to work. OK. That was not really professional. She actually just took hold of my partial erection to move it over, normal would be using the drape to shove on me. Of course that caused a twitch which she had to have felt but there was no reaction from her at all. I glanced up at her, other than a small smile Sherry just continued with her work. She did exactly the same thing on the other side, then moved up to my chest and belly. That part felt wonderful, I let myself relax and go with it. I was close to dozing off again when I realized she was standing on my right side with her hand on my hip. "Your wife said this part would be all right." She whispered to me, letting her fingertips barely tickle my half hard erection under the sheet. "She did?" I came fully alert. "Yes, she sure did!" Sherry giggled softly, her hand slid further over and fondled my groin gently. Warm oily female hands cupping my balls? I didn't reply, I just closed my eyes and allowed her to proceed. "I never did anything like this with anyone but my boyfriends." She let out a small giggle. Her hands were both underneath the sheet now. Sherry's fingers slid up and down my shaft, then she used the tips of her fingers to roll around the knob. "Is this OK?" She asked. "Uh huh." I managed to answer. That went on for quite some time, finally she used her left hand to push the drape over and off of me. "Oh, you get waxed I see. This feels neat." She said with a titter, her hands became busier. After what was easily a good ten minutes of that, I was as hard as it is possible to be. Sherry used her left hand to slide my foreskin back, then applied a liberal amount of lotion. "There it is!" She said. I looked at her face, she was staring at my member with what appeared to be delight in her eyes. Wow! I thought. Way more than I had anticipated. I knew that some females love manipulating men, I seemed to have found myself one of those. Her strokes became much more firm, it didn't take long after that and I blasted off. She also knew enough to not stop, making sure she got every possible spasm of pleasure out of me. I actually didn't want it to end, but finally she released me, reaching for a towel she carefully wiped me down. "OK. I hope you liked that." She went back into the other room. I have to admit that I most certainly did. By now I was also completely aware that Sherry was not exactly the shy little thing she appeared to be, because she knew what she was doing. I lay there basking for a few minutes, listening to the two of them laughing and giggling. I put on my robe and went out there, they both looked up at me and smiled. "How was that, honey?" Debs had a huge smile on her face. "Well, I have to say that it was just fine. The only thing missing was the...you know." I grinned. I reached for my wallet to pay Sherry, she shook her head. "Debra already took care of that." Sherry smiled. "Oh. OK." That was another surprise. "Maybe next time you could do us both?" I asked Sherry as she got ready to leave. "Love to." She said, waving. "I have to admit I didn't expect that." I told Debs as soon as Sherry was gone. "I had a little chat with her while you were taking your shower, babe. I figured you might like it, and I knew within just a couple of minutes that she wouldn't mind." "I see, but I do miss what July does for me." "I know. But Sherry is joining our staff next week as a candy striper." I blinked at that. "Really? How did that happen?" I asked. "She mentioned she needed work and we need a new helper on staff. She already has a year of college, this couldn't be better. While you were getting your session I called July, and she is going to enroll her in their program. July started a Geriatrics class, training prople to learn to deal with concerns like you have sometimes. She even got a government grant for it." "You mean? For....?" I knew all about what she meant. The one lady named Jennifer they had on staff often "assisted" men in getting a sample, I know that because she did it to me way back when I did that Medicare physical. Yes, I know. Not exactly according to the medical profession's regulations, but I also know that nobody at Debra's clinic gives a shit about rules. "Yea. Jennifer is leaving, so we need someone on staff." Debs grinned at me, then she came over and plopped down on my lap. "Cool!" I laughed. "Say, honey? How about you give me a massage?" Debs was nibbling gently at one of my nipples while rolling the other one between her fingertips. Damn I love that. "OK, babe. You talked me into it." Damn I love my wife!