3 comments/ 29616 views/ 0 favorites Mind Over Matter By: ANNE240 No one knows about this. I've never told anyone that I write my fantasies and experiences, and openly share them with who knows how many people. I've never even told my sister, the subject of most of my stories. I don't know why, but it's almost as if I like keeping it a secret. Mostly I think it's just that I'd be embarrassed to tell anyone. I know I could share it with my sister, and she wouldn't judge me. She never has before, why would she now? She'd probably really enjoy it, but still, I don't say anything. I've read so many stories. I have actually saved some of my favorites, so I can read them over and over again. Actually...now that I think about it... I have shared them with my sister, but she doesn't know it. I should say that I feel I have a pretty fulfilling sex life. I often feel that there really aren't too many people who get to actually do the things they describe in their stories, but I have. My sister and I have been lovers since we first discovered our sexuality. It was purely accidental that we thankfully happened to discover it together. It is wonderful to have someone so close to you, that you never have to keep anything from them. I was never hesitant to share with her anything that I was ever thinking, no matter how weird, or stupid, or whatever. She did the same for me, and we never judged. Sometimes however, I still find it exciting to have a little quality alone time, and explore my fantasies, and other people's too, even further. I sat down for the first time in a long time to catch up on some new stories. I was home alone, which is pretty rare. As I waited for the computer to boot up, I let my toes curl through the soft carpet. My body was already anticipating what was going to happen. I read through a few stories, but nothing was peaking my interest yet, and I was getting frustrated. I know it sounds funny, but there are certain elements of a story that must be there for me to enjoy them. I don't know exactly what they are, but I know it when I read it. When I write, it excites me so much that I literally shake with sexual anticipation. My throat becomes dry and I begin to sweat. My typing becomes like second nature and the words come shooting out at me faster than my mind can keep up. I find myself actually seeing everything as it's happening, and I'm usually on the edge of orgasm through the entire process, and if that doesn't happen, I delete it. When I'm done, I get myself off reliving what I just wrote. Those are the stories I look for. When people paint such a vivid picture of raw sexuality and lust, it shows. Anyway, I was starting to give up, and my hormones were in overdrive. I grabbed my pillow and placed it between my legs. I pulled my feet up and sat cross-legged in my chair and played with my toes as I scrolled through story after story, enjoying the teasing effect the cool fabric had on my pussy. Just as I was about to abandon the whole idea I came across a story that made me boil with sexual tension. I don't know if I should mention what the story was, but If you ask me I will gladly tell you. I don't know what it was exactly. Maybe because it described a situation that had been similar to one of my own, or the description of the characters was so appealing, but I never knew, until now, how powerful this could be. The story was about two sisters making love to each other for the first time. As I read, I became unaware of everything around me. My pussy was actually dripping, and my body tingled. I sat at my desk with my hands resting beside me. The pillow had fallen to the floor, and I was slumped in my chair, almost lying down with my feet stretched out and my head on the back rest. I could actually feel the story on my body. As I read on I felt as if I were actually there. I could smell sex in the air, and the touch of someone else on my skin. I had never felt anything quite like it before. My nipples were hard and throbbing, and felt as though someone was sucking on them. My hips began to thrust up into the air, as I felt my pussy being penetrated by an expert hand, and before I knew what was happening I came. I actually had an orgasm from reading! I realized I had not even touched myself once. I never knew that it was possible, but it happened. I had several more orgasms that afternoon, just thinking about that story, and for the first time, I even shared it with my sister. Anne Mind over Matter It is 2025, after a gradual process, the whole world has been united under a One World Government that has turned earth into a dictatorship. Unfortunately there are several dissident or "rebel" groups, necessitating a large Law Enforcement Agency - the OWGLEA or One World Government Law Enforcement Agency – whose main task is the finding and eliminating the elusive rebels. 07:55 Officer Tony Johnson flopped down in the plastic chair towards the back of the briefing room. Slowly the vacant chairs around him filled with other officers. The room was abuzz with the sound of light-hearted banter and the occasional bang or clatter of equipment belts against the furniture. There was also a strong smell of freshly bathed bodies and even fresher coffee and donuts. Sergeant Davis walked up to the podium and shouted: "Settle down, people. Let's get this show on the road." The few officers still clustered around the refreshments slowly took their seats. "Right. The Governor wants more checkpoints set up and he wants us to check everyone. That means no spot checks, people, but EVERYONE!" The sergeant paused to let the groans and catcalls subside before he continued. "There are still too many attacks, which means that there are still too many rebels out there..." Tony Johnson slid down in his chair. Shit, just his luck – another shift manning a damn checkpoint. It has been the same for close on a year now, ever since the rebel group started attacking government installations worldwide. Actually it all started a lot earlier, when the One World Government came to power and started dictating to everyone. There was bound to be people who would oppose it. The restrictive policies of the government only increased the amount of disgruntled citizens who joined the rebels. Damn, he should have joined the rebels too, but he thought that the chicks would like the macho look of the black OWGLEA uniform, and if there was one thing that was more important to Officer Johnson than doing his job, it was picking up chicks. In fact he'd rather be shacked up with some big titted blonde than to be wasting his time at some checkpoint. "...known as Lisa the Mind Warper. She reportedly has the ability to control your thoughts if she is close to you. She could warp your perception of reality so much that you would actually remember the experience as fact..." Tony Johnson even missed this bit of important information as he fantasized about the big titted blonde. In his mind's eye he saw himself mounting her doggy-style and aggressively fucking his hard dick into her open, wet pussy. As if it had a mind of its own, his hand stroked the bulge that was forming inside his tight black leather pants. Fuck, he'd have to go and jerk off before going out on duty or he'd end up with a serious case of blue balls. Eventually the briefing ended and the officers reluctantly started filing out of the room. Tony's partner, Rick, grabbed his elbow, "let's go, Pussy Hound." "C'mon, what's the rush? I gotta go to the can first. Meet you outside, okay?" Rick was such a stick-in-the-mud. The guy had to learn to enjoy life. "All right, but hurry up." Tony turned away and sauntered down the passage. "And Tony?" "Yeah," Tony answered, looking over his shoulder as he walked away. What now? "Quickly, huh? No time for jerking off in there." Hell, he'd have to get another partner. Rick knew him too well. Fuck him; he was going to jerk off. "Yeah, yeah." 09:45 "This is a bullshit detail," Tony complained and hitched his heavy equipment belt higher. "What's the point? I'm so fucking tired of asking: 'ID please; where you from? Where are you going?' " "Concentrate, okay. The rebels are everywhere and they can strike at any time – or don't you watch the news?" "Watch the news while I have this monthly subscription thing for fuck flicks? What are you, nuts? This whole rebel issue is overrated, man. The government must just allow more freedom and they'll have nothing to fight for." "That's easier said than done. You sound like you actually sympathize with them. They are outlaws, man." "Yeah, I guess you're right." Tony did not want to argue with Rick. The prick might actually go and report him to the Sergeant for his anti- government sentiments and he had heard to many horror stories about internal affairs Agents. "It's still a bullshit detail though." "It's our job, Tony. It's what we get paid for." Just his luck to be saddled with a fucking Boy Scout as a partner. He wished he had a female partner. At least he could have kept busy trying to convince her to allow him into her pants. 13:50 "That hamburger's given me indigestion," Tony complained and burped into his fist. "Damn, Tony, do you ever stop complaining?" Rick scowled. "Yeah, when I'm fucking." Tony laughed raucously at his own joke and once again hitched his equipment belt higher around his waist. Rick just stepped away from him, shaking his head in wonder. "Hey check these two out," Tony indicated with his chin in the direction of two approaching women. The left-hand one had shoulder-length Auburn hair and her shapely ass was clad in a tight-fitting pair of latex pants. Her form-fitting T-shirt also emphasized her ample bust. The right-hand one was even more stunning. She had on a long black leather coat and had lush strawberry-blonde hair that came down to her waist. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the tightly-cinched belt on the coat. "Good afternoon ladies, may we see some ID please?" Actually he'd love to see more than their ID's. "Sure," the blonde answered, smiling. 13:55 "Yeah, haul out that big cock," the blonde growled as she sank to her knees in front of Tony. She had uncinced the coat and he noticed that she was naked underneath, except for a pair of fishnet stockings and six-inch stilettos. He looked down onto her big tits as she fished his raging hard-on from the tight confines of his pants. He still wasn't sure how they had ended up in the alley so quickly, but these two were hot to trot. "Mmm, yes bitch, take it into your mouth. I want to fuck your mouth with my big cock." Tony noticed that his hard-on seemed even bigger than normal, but he wasn't complaining. "That's exactly what I'm going to do, stud. Fuck my mouth with your lovely cock." Tony grinned as she engulfed his length in her hot, red mouth and he looked across at Rick, who had the brunette kneeling in similar fashion in front of him. "Are these bitches hot or what?" "Oh, yeah, "Rick groaned as he grabbed the brunette's head and shoved his hips towards her sucking mouth. He'd certainly come around quickly enough once he had his dick in the little sluts mouth. Tony also grabbed the blonde by the hair and started fucking her face. He could feel his long shaft slide down her throat and he dearly wanted her to swallow his cum, but he also wanted to fuck her first. As if reading his mind, she let go of his dick and climbed to her feet. "Want to fuck me, big boy?" Tony nodded dumbly. "Well, come on then, take me from behind while I lean against the wall," she commanded and shrugged out of the coat before leaning forward against the rough brick wall. She spread her ass cheeks with both hands and Tony could see her pink asshole and her dripping, fat cunt. He walked over and undid his belt. His pants slid down around his ankles. He took his stiff cock in his fist and aimed it at her slit. "Will you look at this hot slut," he said to Rick who just grinned back at him. The brunette was still blowing him. "Why don't you fuck her too?" he asked. "Good idea," Rick grunted and pushed the girls head away from his wet cock. "C'mon slut, you heard my partner. Get those pants off so I can see your pussy." The girl obeyed without comment. She slid the tight latex down her firm thighs. She was not wearing any panties. "Bring her over here beside us and fuck her against the wall too," Tony instructed. He felt very much in command now. This was his kind of duty; his cock up some slut's wet cunt while watching his partner fuck another hot bitch. The brunette joined her friend, bent over against the wall, and Rick positioned himself behind her ass. "Will you look at the hot ass on this whore? I think I'm going to fuck her asshole, man," Rick said to Tony who was already thrusting into the blonde's wet pussy. Then he added, "would you like that, you slut?" "Please, oh yes, fuck my little asshole with your big thick dick," she moaned and wagged her ass at him. "I want to feel you ream my ass. Do it, please." Tony rode the blonde with more force and he could feel his balls slap wetly against her pussy. He looked down, seeing his wet length repeatedly ram into her juicy cunt. She moaned with every thrust. He leaned across her back and tweaked her rock-hard nipples. "Oh yes, honey, pinch my tits. Oh, your cock feels so good in my wet pussy. Yeah, keep fucking me like that..." Tony looked across at Rick and saw him bend down, his face inches from the brunette's ass. He extended his tongue and started rimming her pink, puckered ring and then he spat on her ass. Next he placed his hand on her cunt and sank his fingers deep between the wet folds. Once satisfied that his fingers were slick enough, he pressed two fingers against her sphincter and inserted them into her willing back door. She groaned and encouraged him, "Oh yes, lube up my ass for your thick cock. I want your hard dick up me." Rick took his prick in his fist and pressed it against the brunette's tight asshole. He pushed forward and the thick bulbous head penetrated her tight ring. She whimpered and held her ass cheeks wide for him. Rick grabbed her hips and forced himself into het tight passage. "Ahhh, oh fuck, you are so deep in my hot ass. Yes darling, fuck my ass. I want you to cum in my ass." The blonde looked over her shoulder at Tony and said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass like your friend is doing to Tina, please. I want to feel your big cock in my ass." Tony gave a few more quick trusts and then let his cock slide wetly from her open pussy. The head and the shaft was covered in a thick slick coating of pussy juice and he could smell the sweet smell of her excitement. "Okay, but I want the two of you to lean against each other. Play with each other's tits while we fuck you in the ass." The two women instantly obeyed. Now Tony and Rick were facing each other over the women's backs. They grinned at each other and then Tony looked down. "C'mon. Open your ass for me." The blonde spread her ass cheeks and he could see the creased ring of her anus. He bent down and rimmed her for a while and slid his hand into her dripping cunt. "Oh yes. Use my pussy juice on my asshole, "she directed and Tony inserted two pussy-juice covered digits to her tight ass. He finger-fucking her asshole for a while and withdrew them. He positioned himself behind her and held his stiff cock in his fist. He aimed it at her slick ass and pushed forward. "Ahhh, that feels so good. Push it all the way in, stud," she moaned. She'd definitely been fucked in the ass before, he thought as he shoved all the way into her, hearing his balls smack wetly against her open pussy below. He reached around her and felt for her clit. "That's it, play with my clit. Make me cum with your cock in my hot asshole." Across from him Rick was fucking the brunette hard; his head thrown back and his eyes closed as his pelvis slapped against her round ass. The two women were kissing each other while playing with each other's tits. "Oh God, I'm going to cum with you fucking my ass," the blonde shouted and thrust her butt at him. Tony fucked harder with a steady rhythm. "Yeah, yeah... YES... YEES... FUCK MY ASS, I'M CUMMING!" Tony could feel her tight rectum milk his rigid cock as she spasmed in orgasm. Then the brunette started whimpering, "Oh yes, I'm close too... keep it up. Make me cum too." Rick grabbed her by the hips and rammed deep into her. "Ahhh... Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming with your hot cock up my ass!" For a while both Rick and Tony kept up a slow, less urgent rhythm, just enjoying the post-orgasmic ride. Eventually the Blonde lifted her head and said to Tony, "I want you and your friend to fuck me together, please. I need to feel more than one cock in me, please. Fill me with cock." The men grinned at each other and both stepped back, releasing their cocks from the tight confines of the girls' well-fucked asses. "Come lie here on my coat," she directed and pointed at Tony. He hobbled over with his trousers still around his ankles and lay down on the discarded coat. He milked his slick cock with his fist. The blonde straddled him, looking towards his feet. He looked up at her ass and wet smooth pussy. Then she squatted over his cock before taking it in her hand. She expertly guided the tip to her bruised asshole and sat down. This time his thick length slid effortlessly up her greased anal passage, until she was sitting on top of him. Then she leaned back onto his chest. "Okay, now you come and kneel here between our legs. I want you to fuck my pussy while your partner here fucks my ass." Rick also scuttled closer and kneeled between the blonde's legs. Her wet, open cunt was slick with her excitement and thick strings of fluid ran from her lips onto her thighs. She held the lips open with her fingers and he could see her big clit bulge from its protective hood. "C'mon, shove it in," she ordered impatiently. Rick took his cock in his hand and guided it between her spread legs. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Push it all the way into my wet pussy. Tina, come over here, honey." The brunette also came closer and stood over the tableau. From his position under the blonde, Tony could see that her pussy was big with thick, wet prominent lips. Her thighs were also coated with her excitement. He would love to have some of that too, he thought before he became distracted by the feeling of Ricks cock through the thin membrane between the blonde's ass and pussy. He could feel every thrust of Ricks cock against his own and he also began thrusting in counter rhythm. "Ohh, yes, YES. Fuck me with your thick cocks, Fill me with your meat," the blonde groaned. "Tina, come stand over my face, I want to lick your pussy, while these two studs fuck my ass and my pussy." Tina stood spread-eagled over the Blonde's upturned face, facing Rick who was thrusting away at the blonde's open cunt. He looked up and into Tina's crotch, before his gaze traveled up; past her big breasts. His eyes locked with hers. "Lick my pussy with Lisa, stud. I want to feel both your tongues in my pussy while you fuck her hot cunt." Rick leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. She tasted sweet and as the point of his tongue found her clit, she grabbed him by the head, mashing his face into her crotch. "Yeah, eat that pussy. Lick my clit." Tony kept pumping into Lisa's tight ass, while he fondled her round tits. Past her head, he could just see her tongue rimming her friend's asshole. The sight made him pump harder. The blonde moaned into Tina's wrinkled anus. Suddenly Lisa shouted, "Oh fuck... oh... I'm cumming again. FUCK ME HARDER!" Both men obeyed and rammed their cocks into her, completely filling her with cockflesh. Soon after, Tina also jerked and clenched her ass as she too came from Rick's tongue on her clit. "Yeah... yeah... eat that pussy... drink my cum. Ahhh!" Lisa slumped back onto Tony's chest and said," I want both of you to cum on our faces. We want to taste your hot cum, please." Tina stepped aside on wobbly legs and Rick withdrew from Lisa's slippery cunt. As he looked down he could still see Tony's thick cock embedded in her ass. Then Lisa slowly got up, Tony's prick sliding from her open asshole. Finally Tony also came to his feet. Both law officers stood above the two kneeling sluts. The blonde had Rick's dick in her fist, while the brunette had Tony's cock in het mouth, sucking hard. "Will you look at the dirty slut? She's sucking my cock that's been in her friend's asshole! Do you like that, you dirty whore? Do you like the taste of your friend's ass on my prick?" Tina merely nodded and kept sucking. Tony pulled her head away by the hair, looked down at her and said: "C'mon you dirty whore, say it." "Yes, I love the taste of Lisa's asshole on your cock. I want to suck you dirty cock and I want to feel your hot jizz all over my face," she answered and immediately took him back into her mouth. Lisa was also now sucking Rick's cock. "This slut certainly likes to taste her own pussy on my cock. Look at the bitch suck that cock, man." Both women kept sucking at the two policemen. Tina was actually jerking her fist up and down Tony's shaft as she licked the glistening red helmet of his cock. Lisa was deep-throating Rick's cock and he had his hands entangled in her tousled hair. "Fuck, I'm going to blow my load all over this whore's face, man," Rick groaned and took his wet cock from Lisa's mouth and started masturbating furiously. Lisa looked up expectantly. "Yes, cum on my, baby. I want to taste your hot load," she whispered and held her mouth open like a hungry bird; ready for his seed. "Here it comes... ughhh... ohhh..." Rick groaned in ecstasy as thick ropes of white cum shot from his jerking cock. The first two spurts splattered across her cheek; her nose and down her chin. The next spurt ran down her neck and onto her tits. Then she took him in her hand and licked the remainder from his dick. Watching his partner shoot his cum all over the hot blonde, drove Tony over the precipice too. "Ohhh fuckk... I'm... Uggg..." The brunette jerked him faster while her extended tongue circled the underside of his cock and milky jets of cum shot down her throat and across her upturned face. "Yeah, you little cumslut, drink that cum. You love it, don't you?" Tony asked as he shot three more spurts of thick jizz over her face and hands before she licked his cock clean. Mind over Matter Mind over Matter This is a work based on a few true occurrences; it is for the most part fiction. Any description or resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. I apologize for the long build up, but I do it in order for the reader to get a better understanding to the events which occur. * I'm a male, now sixty six years old, been divorced for the past thirty two years, and although there have been a few females in my life during that time, I have never remarried. I've always been too busy with work, and the ladies usually wanted a commitment within a year of our first date. My last relationship ended sixteen years ago. When my first heart attack happened, about six years ago, I didn't think much about it. One week later, the second heart attack was a bit of a surprise, and because it was discovered that I also had an aortic aneurysm. Which after an operation to repair it, would lay me up for three months. I went back to work for another year and a half, when the third heart attack occurred. I was insistent on returning to work after a week off, even if it meant restricted "duty". The monthly medical check ups were cutting into my work schedule and becoming very aggravating. To cut this introduction short, I have had two more heart attacks, open heart surgery and the final step thus ending my active employment, was for the company to suggest that I confer with my cardiologist and take permanent disability. About a year and a half ago, prostate surgery was performed. For you gentlemen reading this, I think you know what that means, as far as female companionship is concerned. I have always had a rather active life, walking, running, and a plethora of other activities, most of which related to the work I was involved with at the time, which I won't go into at this time. I moved into this retirement building six years ago to make things a little easier on my pocketbook. What with the economy and the world situation as it is. It was about five years ago, in this building that I met Pilar. I had seen her in the halls several times and even said "hi", receiving a very shy response. As I became friends with other residents, I learned her name, and eventually began to engage her in more conversations over a couple of years' time. Pilar, is a very pretty and very young looking woman, standing about five foot nine inches and a hundred and thirty five pounds. I first estimated her to be in her late thirties or early forties, which as far as I was concerned, was too young for me, but she was nice and her shyness intrigued me. Pilar lived here due to a work related back injury, which has put her on permanent disability after her divorce. As we got to know one another over the years, I found that she would turn fifty years old, four months before my sixty seventh birthday, and that made her almost sixteen and a half years younger than me. She was still on the young side, as far as I was concerned. As our friendship deepened, about a year and a half ago I asked her out for coffee to be away from prying eyes and avoid rumors. Then, it was dinner at a local Mexican restaurant during the Christmas season. The next thing I knew, Valentines Day was fast approaching. I hadn't given flowers to a lady for years, and I thought to myself, why not Pilar? "Aww, hell", "why not ask her out to dinner again?" "It might be fun, and it would get us both out of our apartments for awhile". She accepted and I picked her up around five o'clock on Valentine's Day evening. As she answered the door, I presented to her with not only flowers, but a box of candy and a Valentines Day card that was rather neutral with its verse. I was very surprised by her clothing, and her reaction. Normally she wore loose fitting clothes, almost "baggy" as they say, but that night she wore a sleek pair of slacks, and a blouse that wasn't tight yet did let me know that she wasn't a boy either. Her little "squeal" as she accepted the gifts, made me think that I may have overstepped my boundaries with something that personal, but she quickly explained that no one had ever given her flowers in her entire life. "Not even your ex-husband?" I inquired. "No." "No one." She replied with a trembling voice. I asked myself, "What kind of lout would never bring his wife, flowers?" I'm no Sean Connery, or Richard Gere, by any means. Nor do I consider myself to be handsome, suave or debonair, but even I have given flowers to a lady. I've even brought home flowers for my daughter when she was only eight years old. Needless to say, I was astounded. After a "Thank you." and a few moments to put the flowers in water, she recovered and we left for dinner. You may ask why we had such an early dinner. It was the Valentines Day weekend and neither of us cares for crowds. Our table wasn't quite ready when we arrived at the restaurant, so we went into the bar for a drink. Neither of us cares to drink any more, so we settled on Perrier with a twist, as we waited. Within fifteen minutes, we were called to our table. The lighting in the restaurant wasn't candle light, but was dimmed to help set a pleasant mood for the evening. As we finished our dinner, I suggested that if she were interested, we could take in a movie at the local cinema before going home. She thought that was a delightful idea and agreed to a "chick" flick that was playing that night. Upon arriving at the cinema, we found that we had about an hour before the movie started. We left the cinema and went to another restaurant to have an after dinner coffee. We had chatted over dinner, and continued our chat as the coffee was served. We discussed our children and their lives and got to know one another a little more. Returning to the cinema and purchasing tickets, we found our seats, to enjoy a romantic comedy together. I must admit, the cinema theater was quite chilly, and I noticed about midway through, she began to squirm and move her leg that was closest to me. I leaned over to her and asked if everything were okay. "I'm getting a cramp in my leg" was her whispered response. My brain went into "healing" mode, and asked if it would help if I massaged it for her. Believe me, I wasn't thinking of anything at that moment, except to try to make her more comfortable. She reluctantly agreed, as I could see she was in pain. I know of several old remedies to aid in things like this, and have even used them on myself. I quickly rubbed my hands together creating friction for heat. I then laid my hands on her thigh and lightly massaged. I did this several times and watched her relax as the cramp was relived. Now as I've mentioned before, I am a male and even though I'm sixty six and have had prostate surgery, I still have an ego as well as a libido. I gently worked my hands higher on her thigh until I could feel the heat from her femininity. Her hands came down on mine and held mine, stopping my movements. I looked into her eyes and saw tears and lust both accompanied by fear. She too had not dated for a very long time and was very much undecided as to what to do. "Please stop." She said in a very husky, yet trembling voice. I smiled and nodded as I removed my hands. I was in the presence of a lady, as well as a friend, and I didn't want to lose either, and I am also a gentleman. The movie had been quite entertaining, nothing really sexy but a fun way to spend the evening. As we exited the movie theater, we noticed that the temperature had dropped dramatically; after all it was the middle of February. Once in my car, I turned the heater to high and the temperature soon was became bearable, when I noticed Pilar was shivering. I asked if she were okay and she replied, "I think I might be coming down with a cold." Now if I were a young man, I would have thought this to be a ruse to avoid any further advances on my part, but this was legitimate shivering, and her hands were like ice. I made a hasty departure from the parking lot and headed for our residences. Upon arriving back at our building, I hurried to open her car door and we both scurried into the warmth of the building. I walked her to her apartment, gave her a slight peck, then headed for my own apartment. The following day, another resident friend advised me that Pilar was quite ill and suggested that I go visit her. I went to check on Pilar as quickly as I could, and I took a thermometer and other cold remedies with me. This was a day when I had just been lounging at home watching TV and playing on the computer, so all I was dressed in was a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt when I arrived at Pilar's apartment, not very impressive to look at, to say the least. Yes, she was ill, with a fever and chills. I gave her one of the cold remedies that I had brought with me, and asking if she had eaten anything since the night before. She replied that she hadn't, but wasn't hungry. I then asked if she thought she could eat some soup, which she replied to the affirmative. I quickly heated a can of chicken soup with some crackers on the side, for her. I waited for her to finish eating, made sure she was comfortable on the sofa where she lay, put the used dishes in the sink and waited a little longer for her to fall asleep, before I left. We didn't see one another again for a couple of days, and when we did, she was again, the very shy lady I had originally met. I asked if we could talk for a minute or two, and she allowed me in to her apartment with some reluctance. We discussed the events of our "date" and she almost began to cry when she inquired as to my actions of going so high on her leg. She had been thinking that my entire motive for asking her "out" was to get her into bed. I explained to her, listing several points to my actions of the evening; First, I am a man, secondly, I have an ego as well as a libido, thirdly that if I had not made a move after an opportunity like that, I would have projected to her that I was rejecting her as a woman and that she was not attractive. I further pointed out that when she asked me to stop; I did so immediately, because I respect her as a woman, as well as a friend. She accepted the explanation but, we still didn't see each other again for a couple of weeks, nor had we spoken to each other. My thoughts about that; were that I had destroyed a friendship. The Easter weekend was approaching when Pilar approached me and asked if I would care to attend church services with her, and later come to dinner at her apartment. I may be considered old by some, but I am not a fool, a home cooked meal by an attractive lady? I readily accepted both invitations, and inquired if I could bring a DVD with me that we could watch after dinner. Early on Easter morning, we attended church services together, and afterward agreed on the time of my arrival, for the dinner she was going to prepare. That evening, I arrived for dinner that to me, was exquisite, if for no other reason, because it was homemade. After dinner, and the required cleanup, we put the DVD on and watched an older romantic comedy with a couple of opera excerpts involved, a deep explanation of love and determination, as well as how two people so far apart in age and philosophies could come together, all mixed in. I chose to sit in one of the living room chairs as the movie began, while she curled up on the sofa. As the movie progressed, I asked if she would mind if I sat on the sofa with her. At first we sat at opposite ends of the sofa and I suggested she sit next to me and recline to be more comfortable. Let me explain here that I wasn't trying to put the "move" on her, but just wanted to have her next to me if only for the duration of the movie. Maybe I'm getting "sappy" in my old age, I don't know, so I was surprised when she agreed and moved to my side, leaning against me, while reclining and watching the movie. During the movie I did manage to put my arm around her, while touching her arm, but nothing more. When the movie ended, she sat up and I arose from the sofa in order to retrieve the DVD and leave for my own residence. Pilar arose from the sofa too, and as I turned to leave, Pilar came up to me, holding her body close to mine and in a very hushed voice said, "Hold me." I looked into her eyes and I could see tears. I wrapped my arms around her, and held her tightly against me. "Stay with me." She said in that hushed whisper. As I embraced her, as my mind began to race. "What the hell?" I thought to my self. Her action was totally unexpected. "I just don't want to be alone", were her next words as she lifted her head to kiss me. As our lips touched, a magic of sorts happened. We kissed several times, when her lips parted slightly and I felt her tongue begin to enter my mouth. Here was something I had not had happen in years. Soon our tongues were playing against the other, and the emotion of the moment became a passion. "Stay the night with me and make love to me." She pleaded. "Pilar, are you sure?" was the best I could respond with because I had been caught totally off guard. "Dee" She said, using my nickname, "We have known each other for several years and your patience, and caring, as well as your generosity by giving of yourself has made me realize that I've fallen in love with you." She squeaked huskily. "No man has ever treated me with the tenderness and respect as you do." "I've known I was in love with you since our Valentines Day date." She replied. "I wanted to ask you in, that evening but I took ill as you know." "I thought at first that you were too old for me, but as time has gone by, I realized how you are everything I've ever wanted in a man." "Pilar, I want to so very badly, but you know of my operation, and that I have a problem "there". I tried to explain, hoping to give her an exit, should she change her mind about forth coming events. "There are other ways to make love to a woman, than penetration." She smiled, putting her hand behind my head and drawing me to her lips once again. Without a second thought, I bent to pick her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I had known from the very beginning, that here was a woman I could love without end, but was willing to settle for a friendship. I laid Pilar down on the bed, kissing her with the passion I had felt these past years, as I slowly ran my hands over her breasts thru her blouse. I wanted her so badly, that it hurt. We continued to kiss and whisper into each others ears, of our love and desire, as I slowly undressed her. As her blouse came off, I ran my hands over the silky smooth softness of her skin. Gently reaching behind her, I unclasped her lacey bra, and removed it. Her breasts were not of the type so many fantasize and write about, but were perfectly round, with nipples protruding magnificently. I bent to kiss each breast and suckle each nipple. Pilar responded with an audible groan of pleasure as each breast was kissed and suckled. I continued to kiss my way down to her belly button as I unbuttoned her slacks, hesitating just long enough to remove them completely. Her slacks came off, revealing a modest but high cut pair of lacey panties; Pilar sat up and reached up to me. "Come here my love." "It's my turn to undress you." She smiled, reaching for the buttons on my shirt. Pilar then tugged on the belt of my trousers, and unzipped the zipper. She had a smiling but determined look on her face as she got my shirt off as well as letting my pants fall to the floor. As my pants hit the floor, I leaned over her and once again we kissed as I put my right hand behind her back for support, my left hand cupped her right breast while my thumb gently stroked her nipple making it even more erect than before. At the same time I was doing this, I felt her hand rubbing the front of my underwear feeling the small swell underneath. Then both of her hands began pulling down my underwear, as she began to massage and gently stroke my penis. (Now I don't care who says differently but there is no easy nor sensuous or gracious way for a man can take off his pants, and socks, but lord knows we do try.) Pilar smiled, while managing to roll the covers back and slide under them. She still had her panties on as I slid into bed beside her and began to caress her body while I gently removed her panties. The cool clean sheets seemed to accentuate the moment as our bodies touched and our tongues continued to explore each other's mouth. I held her, feeling her breasts pressed against my chest, and as our groins came together, I could feel the heat from her womanhood against my penis. We broke our kiss and I began a sensuous journey down her neck, to her chest then once again stopping to caress and suckle at each of her breasts as she lay back. After a few moments, I continued my journey down to her belly button. Kissing it and making little circles around it before continuing the journey south, all the while caressing her body with my hands, never letting them stop moving, while exploring her silky smooth skin. Pilar moaned with pleasure and wiggled and squirmed as all these sensations were given to her at once. Pleasures she had not felt in many years. As I reached her womanhood, I paused just for a moment to take in the beauty of her Venus mound, upon which was a very neatly trimmed patch of fine hair. I felt the heat from her upon my face, as I began to slowly and carefully kiss her vulva. Gently kissing around her entrance, where I knew the most sensitive part of her body awaited. I wanted to tease her, in order to build the anticipation of my caressing, kissing and licking of her clitoris. To me it seemed like a long amount of time as I dallied there with kisses, and I suspected, that to her, it must have felt as if I would never reach the ultimate goal. Slowly I allowed my tongue to gently part the outer lips, purposely avoiding her clitoris. More kissing and licking around those outer lips, then ever so gently letting my tongue flick across her clitoris. As my tongue touched her most sensitive organ, she gave a deep sigh, while pushing her mound toward my mouth. Now I alternated from flicking my tongue over her clitoris to kissing it once again. I altered between flicking and kissing, until I laid my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to slowly stroke it. By now, Pilar was squirming and pushing her mound even harder toward my mouth, when I gently began to nibble and suck on her clitoris, while slipping my finger into her vagina. A loud gasp, escaped her mouth that made me think she had stopped breathing altogether, but as I continued to suck and nibble on her most sensitive of areas, she released her breath and moaned while bucking into my mouth. "Oh, don't stop!" she wailed. As she said it, I could feel her feminine juices begin to flow onto my tongue and into my mouth, and I proceeded to suck, nibble and flick her clitoris, while two of my fingers slid in and out of her. Her hands came to the back of my head, holding me there at her mound, as she bucked and squealed as her climax peaked. "Oh, no more please" she shrieked! Being the fiend that I am, I began again with kissing her outer lips, and proceeding with more flicks, and nibbles, until once again I began to suck that little nubbin called a clitoris. Not once, not twice, but three more times did she reach a climax, each being greater than the one before. As the last of her climaxes hit her, she grabbed a pillow and held it over her face as she screamed into it. This time I slowly ended my manipulations, allowing her to come down from her "high" of multiple orgasms. As I slid upward to face her, I could see that her entire body was covered in perspiration and she was trembling. I kissed and caressed her, taking her in my arms, I held her tightly, until she calmed. "Pilar looked into my eyes and said, "My dearest, I have never climaxed like that before in my life." "Thank you." I smiled at her as I continued to hold her close. Pilar laid in my arms, basking in the after glow, content to have so much tension and frustration and so many years of living alone with her fingers and vibrator as the only source of relief. Mind over Matter I could tell that she was exhausted from her ordeal, but she made a brave attempt to extract herself from my arms as she smiled and said, "Now it's my turn to please you, my love." "No, sleep first." I responded. "There is always later." Pilar smiled and snuggled against me as I held her, and soon was fast asleep. We didn't wake again that night, as our ages didn't allow for the quick recovery that we once had in our youth. The next morning I awoke to find Pilar still snuggled against me, breathing evenly and still very much aglow from the previous night. "How can a man be so fortunate?" I thought to myself. I met this woman, developed such deep feelings for her, and was afraid that our age difference would keep us apart, yet still, here I am in bed with her. "You're one lucky bastard." I thought. Pilar now began to stir, and as she opened her eyes, she turned and smiled as she said, "I love you." Then kissed me with a passion I had not known before. I would end this story here, but I can't. Pilar and I arose to take a shower that morning, and while in the shower she did things to me that made me forget that I ever had a prostate operation. Oh yes, I still use the little Blue pill but with the love and devotion Pilar has shown me and what I feel for her, I sometimes think there is no need for it, but I take it just in case. Pilar and I will be married this coming June, and the wedding will take place here in our retirement building community room, with all the residents, as well as our other friends, invited to attend. I have always believed and maintained that, "Age is mind over matter, if you don't mind, it doesn't matter." Mind Over Matter She walks in the vacant waiting room and closes the door silently behind her. She doesn't see anyone around so she walks past the waiting area, walks towards a room, looks down a hallway, hears someone shuffling papers in an office so she follows the sounds. As she walks towards the office, she notices the side view of a man sitting in a large comfy leather chair. She stops in the hallway thinking he will hear her walking towards him but he doesn't. As she stands there, she looks at him and starts assessing him; the way he looks; he has an orange polo shirt on with straight leg jeans and cowboy boots. He appears to be Middle Eastern decent, skin tone that is dark, mysterious and mesmerizing. He has short salt and pepper hair and a chin beard and he strokes it while he is focused on his paperwork. Even though he is sitting, you can tell that he is tall and built well; he is equally proportioned. She starts to thinking about what he is like in bed; how he would feel on her, his hands, his cock, his lips. She takes her left hand and slides inside her skirt and she tugs on her lace panties. She leans against the wall and she dreams about him putting her against the wall, his weight and his bulge inside his pants pressed against her. He raises her arms above her, holds both hands with one of his hands while his other hand slips underneath her skirt. He pushes his hand against her inner thigh to motion her to spread her legs. He lightly caresses his hand up to her panties, which are wet as he slides his finger across her pussy. She starts moaning. He lowers his head to kiss her and his tongue tickles her lips. As he kisses her, his hand inside her skirt pulls her panties aside on her pussy and he doesn't start out with 1 finger but 2 fingers inside her. He feels her wetness and he pushes his fingers deeper inside her. She lets out a faint cry but she loves how this man is pressed against her, kissing her and his hands inside of her. She wants more so she takes one of her hands out of his grip over her head, she starts unzipping his pants and reaches inside his underwear and feels a very hard cock. She pulls it out and wants to put her mouth on it. She gently pulls on his cock yet she pushes her body outwards to let him know what she wants to do. He accepts her signal and pulls his body back. She slides down onto her knees and she guides his cock into her mouth. As she sucks on him back and forth, his hands starts to play with her head then he grabs her head and coaxes her to take all of his cock inside her mouth. She moans to show approval so he grabs her hair in a bunch and guides her more to suck harder and deeper. She feels her pussy throbbing and wants his hard cock inside her pussy. So she stands up, takes his hands and goes into his office. As soon as he closes the door, he pushes her against the back of the comfy chair, lifts her skirt up, rips her panties off and presses his hard cock against her pussy. The force of his cock inside her hot wet pussy shoot a pleasurable pain up her spine. She is turned on by his roughness, the pure aggression. She arches her back, wanting more. Her head leaned back, he grabs her hair and pulls back. She starts moaning louder and louder and she starts bucking out of pleasure. She says "fuck me harder" and he does. He pulls on her hair harder, his other hand digging into her hip and she can feel the rush, the hardness coming from his body and his cock. He starts grunting low and its' getting louder. All the excitement coming from him and his cock thrusting inside of her throws her over the edge. Simultaneously, they both cum together. He throws all his weight on her as he deepens inside her. After catching their breaths, she turns around, kisses his lips and winks at him. All the sudden, she feels a hand on her arms, she opens her eyes and sees the same tall handsome gentleman that she was just fantasizing about, looking at her with a concerned look on his face. She realizes that she had let her thoughts take over in the hallway. She was sweating and breathing deep. The man asked her to come inside his office and sit down on the same chair that she was mentally fucked in. He asked if she was here for an appointment and when she mentioned the name of the therapist and he smiled mischievously. He turns around and closes the door, just like in her dream.