Chapter 01
I was born and raised in Portland, Oregon. When I was in 5th grade, our family relocated to Eugene, because my father's promotion required us to move to another branch of the company. We lived comfortable life and I was happy most of the time. I had many friends and the athletic program was one of the best in the country. As a young guy I loved sports, mainly track and field. In college I kept my exercise routine that included running at least 10 miles a week.
I finished my studies 3 years ago, became an architect and joined a small firm. I thought that I'd start by getting some experience and good reputation, that would help me in the future. I was doing well and my salary jumped 3 times during the 2 years I worked there. Several months ago I got an offer that was impossible to refuse. One of the partners in the largest company in Portland retired and left a big void. The company's board decided to approach me to join them. The salary, benefits, potential promotion to becoming a full partner were all much better comparing to what I had in Eugene.
I bought a small house in a nice neighborhood of Portland, not too far from our main office. I was happy to realize that a great gym place was located nearby. I registered and was able to visit the facility 3 times a week. Based on my work hours, Wednesday afternoon as well as Monday and Friday evenings were the best.
I usually began with 1/2 an hour on a treadmill or elliptical, followed by weight lifting and then alternating other instruments.
After 2 weeks at the gym I observed that there was a lady who exercised the same times on Mondays and Fridays. I noticed her because as I was entering the gym, she was always in the front row, walking on the treadmill. Her workout consisted of 10 minutes of walking, mostly at 3 miles per hour with 5% elevation. Once she was done, she moved to the closest elliptical machine for another 10 minutes and then stretching exercises.
I guessed she was in her early 50s, about 5'7", 140 pounds, with grayish short hair. Her body looked nicely toned in her workout pants and tanks and her movements were very graceful. I liked to do my exercises behind her, every now and then appreciating the agile motion of her legs and ass cheeks.
One time the 5 ellipticals in the second row were busy and the only one available was adjacent to hers. Before starting to exercise I got a good look at her. Her face was cute, if one could say it about somewhat older face. It was definitely pleasant. For some reason she reminded me of somebody I knew, but for the life of me I could not place her...
I started to exercise and realized that occasionally she was sneaking a peek at me. Once I glanced at her direction at the same time that her face turned in my direction.
She smiled and I smiled back. She stopped her device, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"No ma'am. Go ahead."
"You exercise here during the times that I am here and you always use an instrument that is behind me. Is there a reason for it?"
I blushed, "Lady, it's not always the case, but quite often it happens. I do not want to bother you, but my memory tells me that I have met you before, or somebody looking very much like you. I just can't recall when or where."
She chuckled joyfully, "You didn't have to hide behind me. You could have come forward, introduce yourself and we'd talk about it like two adults... What is your name?"
"Howard Bertrand."
She stared at my face for a long moment and then burst in hearty laugh, "You are little Howie?... I am Sally Winters. I was your teacher in 1st and 2nd grades."
My face color turned red beet, "Miss Sally... I should have known better. Sorry."
"Young man, sorry doesn't count. If I can recognize you after so many years and you forgot about the teacher you harassed frequently as a child, you owe me. I'll forgive you if you invite me for a coffee at the nearest Starbucks. I want to hear all about you growing up and what you do these days."
I grinned, "I would love to do it. But first I need to know how to I call you from now on."
"Mister, my name is Sally, but if you misbehave, I'll be Miss Winters..."
She was so nice, approachable, direct... It was such a pleasure to meet her again after so many decades.
We continued exercising side by side. We didn't talk much, but several times we looked at each other and smiled. When I saw that she was about to finish on her apparatus, I asked, "Miss... sorry, Sally, when do you want us to go to Starbucks?"
"I find it funny, that you still try to address me as your teacher... Anyway, I'd rather do it another day. Even though I take a shower to freshen myself after exercising, I do not feel the same as meeting and talking to you on an afternoon that I am free. Would Tuesday or Thursday be good for you?"
"Sally, can I pick you up tomorrow at 5pm? And it's up to you whether Starbucks or a good restaurant. I didn't check my wallet, but I think I can afford it..."
She smirked, "So instead of taking your old former teacher to a coffee place you are arranging a date in a restaurant..."
I grinned, "Who knows, I might try my luck in the future, but for now it's only a dinner. What is your favorite food?"
"I haven't been to a restaurant in years. I usually buy ingredients at the local supermarket and make meals for a full week. Every now and then I buy a sandwich or grab a hamburger at a junk food place and I find these OK for me. Are you trying to spoil me?"
"Please, let me spoil you only one time. I think that once in a blue moon you should let your body enjoy REAL good meal. Would you try French, Italian, Vietnamese or seafood?"
Her cheerful laugh was contagious and I started laughing too. "Howard, you choose." She scribbled her address on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
Later each one of us moved to a different corner of the room and resumed working out. We exchanged glances and grinned at each other when our stares met. Twenty minutes later I went to the men's jacuzzi followed by a shower and then I left for home.
I showed up at Sally's door exactly at 5 pm with a bouquet of fresh flowers. She opened the door to me and mumbled, "You didn't have to do it, but they are so pretty!"
She took the flowers and went to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
I was quite surprised looking at her. She wore a tight midi style white dress with a black belt and 2" heels black shoes. A pair of pearl earring with pearl necklace completed her attire. She looked my age... I wouldn't give her more than 40 years!
I just stood there like a total idiot and ogled her body...
She moved in my direction, "Howard, what happened? Do I have a stain on my dress?"
I woke up, "No. I just didn't believe my eyes. Watching you in these clothes... you look younger than me."
Sally giggled, "Young man, I do not understand you. You seem to be impressed by a 53 years broad. First you invite me to dinner and now that... Do you have older women fetish?"
"Ma'am, your appearance is much more spectacular than I expected. Sorry I ogled you. I'll try to conceal my wandering eyes better next time!"
"Howard, do you always compliment women this way? Because your way of talking will undoubtedly lead you to conquer ladies heart."
We chortled. I led her to my car and we drove to a French restaurant 20 minutes away. I ate there before and liked the food. In fact, I met the chef twice and complimented him on his excellent cooking. The restaurant was half empty, likely because it was still early on a weekday. On weekends it was much more difficult to find an unoccupied table.
Sally concentrated on the menu. I knew already that I'd pick Onion soup and then Beef Bourguignon. Sally read the menu for about 10 minutes and did not select anything yet.
"Sally, do you need my help? Shall I suggest good options?"
"I was trying to find the right food that my inexperienced stomach won't object to and... won't be too pricy."
"Lady, are you trying to offend me? I am not into bragging, but I think I can easily afford anything that your heart desires."
"Is it OK if I take a salad and the Mediterranean Seabass?"
"Sure. The salad here is fresh and I ate the Seabass here before. The chef prepares it with eggplants, tomatoes and olive oil. It's very tasty. Would you like wine like Pinot Gris with it?"
Her nice smile reappeared, "Well, if I am here one time, I'll have whatever wine you recommend."
To cut the story short, our food was extraordinary and I let Sally savor the meal without too much talking. She liked the wine as well, but after drinking half a glass, it became clear that she was not a drinker. Her face turned reddish, she laughed more often and her talk sounded somewhat slurry. For our dessert I ordered Creme Brulee. She loved it! We left the restaurant at 7 pm. Sally seemed happy.
When I was driving back home, she closed her eyes and her lips were smiling. We arrived to her house and she asked me to come in and have coffee with her, "My head is spinning. I think that coffee will help me, but I'd like it if you join me."
I helped Sally out of my BMW. She needed it, cause her steps were not very steady. And she drank only about 3/4 of a glass...
At her house Sally's walk improved. As she rushed to the bathroom, she told me where the coffee cups were and asked me to operate the Keurig machine. I made 2 cups of black coffee and later found milk and several Splenda packets. Sally came out right on time. Her dress now changed to a robe with renewed make up and added faint lipstick. She looked great again.
As I saw her, I whistled appreciatively. She blushed, "Howard, stop that!"
"Yes teach," I smirked.
"Thanks for the coffee. I really need it. And here are some cookies to go with it."
I grabbed my cup and looked around. The living room was scantly decorated with 2 paintings and an old photo of Sally, hugging a young man.
I gazed at Sally and she sighed, "We were married for only a year before he died in a car crash. I was devastated and decided never again..."
"Sally, you are a wonderful person and look great. Why giving up? In spite of challenges and difficulties along the way, sharing life with somebody is supposedly much more interesting than living alone."
She smirked, "Look who's talking... You are not married and never were, right?"
"Sally, I never gave up on marriage. I just didn't find the right woman yet..."
Sally sighed again, "I am jealous of you. Young, handsome, full of energy, exercises regularly. The whole world is waiting for you. I am too old now to change my ways..."
Without hesitation I blurted, "Sally, you are wrong! Let me confess to you about me and you in the gym. When I first noticed you exercising, I was impressed by your body and your elegant movements. I peeked at your face from the side, hoping that you won't notice... And I liked what I saw. A lot! I decided to exercise behind you, because I found you very... attractive. Watching your graceful maneuvers on the instruments motivated me to continue exercising when I was tired. Sally, stop thinking of yourself as an old maid! You are beautiful, attractive woman and I am sure that many men would love to spend time with you!..."
She stared at my face for a long time, as if trying to guess if I was serious.
I whispered, "Sally, it's not a compliment. I met you after so many years of disconnect and so far I haven't noticed anything about you that I didn't like, whether physically or mentally."
"Howard, I drank too much alcohol and I may be under the influence, but the way you talk, you also drank too much... Go home and get a good night sleep. Thank you for the lovely evening and a fantastic dinner. If you ever want to see me again, you know where to find me..."
I stood up, "I'll leave now. Will you go with me to a movie next week?"
"Howard... what do you want from me?..."
"Sally, I like your company. I found an interesting woman and I want to spend time with her. What is wrong with that?"
"Why waste your time with an oldie, when a girl your age be much more suitable?"
"Listen woman, you are not going to tell me who to see. Understood?!... If you do not like my company, say it and I'll leave you alone. But my wish is to go to a movie with you, stroll in forest with you and walk on the seashore with you. I promise to behave. Please..."
She chuckled, "Howard, go to sleep now. If you don't change your mind when you sober up, call me and we'll see each other again."
I approached her, kissed her on the cheek, smiled and then left.
The next evening I called her, "Hi again. It's 24 hours since I touched any alcoholic drink, so I am as sober as can be. The weather-woman promised that on Saturday it will be around 70 degrees and partly sunny. Will you join me, please, for a stroll in the park? I heard from a friend that it is full with colorful flowers and many different butterflies."
She hesitated, "Howard, I'd hate to find out that you invite me because you feel sorry for me..."
"Sally, everything I said last night was true. It has nothing to do with feeling sorry or age. I simply want to spend quality time with you. What do you have to lose?"
"OK. I'll go with you. When do you want to pick me up?"
"I don't know your sleeping habits, but 9 o'clock is good for me."
"9 it is!"
On Friday I saw Sally at the gym again. Her eyes were focused on the screen in front of her and she didn't show a sign that she noticed me. I moved to the elliptical behind her, started exercising and like before, ogled her perfect behind...
After 5 minutes she suddenly turned her head in my direction and giggled, "I felt your eyes burning my butt. Be ashamed of yourself naughty man!"
I faked regret, "Sorry ma'am, in the future I might consider the possibility of not watching your body while you exercise, knowing that I might get caught doing it..."
"Howard, you are impossible. I wish to have a sincere talk with your first grade teacher. Obviously when you were in elementary school, she did a lousy job with you!..."
I moved to exercise on the apparatus to her right and she smiled, "Isn't it better? Now we can talk."
"Sally, you are right - Now we can talk, but my frontal view is much less enticing..."
"Young man, do you need hormonal suppression therapy?"
"I never thought so until I saw YOU here."
"Howard, can you be serious for 5 complete minutes?"
"I hope so. So tomorrow at 9 am?"
"Yes. YES! But promise me that some times you'll be serious too..."
"Scout's honor!"
Few minutes later we separated and each one moved to another side. Every now and then I stared in her direction. She worked on the elliptical. But the way her hips were moving now did not look like her prior exercise. It was more sashay... She caught me ogling her and winked at me! What a beautiful tease!!!...
I smiled at her and walked toward the showers. I left the facility half an hour later.
On Saturday I woke up at 7 am. I shaved thoroughly, took a hot shower and began preparing stuff for our 'trip to the park'. I arranged everything in a covered basket and put it on the back seat in my car.
I wore jeans and an old tee shirt. I liked the color, but it was slightly small and tight. I arrived at Sally's house. She saw me from her window and came out the door. She was having on a summery colorful dress and sandals. She looked much younger than her age...
I glanced at her shapely body unabashedly, "Lady, you look perfect for a stroll in the park. I suspect that other people there will think that I'm too old for you. You look like a spring chicken!"
"Howard, are you going to grow up anytime soon?"
"Will I have better chance with you if behave more maturely?..."
She gave me her hand and held me tight, "Now every time you misbehave, I'll squeeze your hand tightly!"
We smiled at each other like 2 kids who found a new game.
Her soft palm felt warm. As we were walking hand in hand, I lightly caressed her palm with my fingers. She let me do it without interruption, but did not reciprocate. At one point I pulled my point-and-shoot camera and told her that I wanted to photograph her. I suggested for her to stand by a tall tree, sit on a crooked bark smiling at the camera and then walking between the flowers with her dress waving in the wind. She agreed and we later checked the pictures on the small camera screen. Some of them captured Sally gliding among the flowers with one photo showing a butterfly sitting on her hair. I loved her smiley face in 2 photos. She appeared relaxed and happy. I told her that I loved these pictures and she mumbled, "You are a good photographer."
It was fun to walk with her hand in hand. We reached a place that had a table with 2 benches. I placed the basket on a bench and started preparing for a picnic.
"Howard, I didn't know that you brought food, otherwise I'd offer my help."
"Dear, I wanted us to have a nice picnic in the open air."
I placed a table cloth, 2 plates, plastic utensils, 2 different sandwiches and small bowls with olives and cherry tomatoes. Then I opened a small bottle of Chardonnay and poured to each of us 1/2 a cup, 'Cheers!'
Sally stared at me quietly when I prepared the table. I saw a tear in her eye, "You are so nice..." she whispered.
"Pretty lady, do you want a baguette with avocado and ham or multigrain bread with goat cheese, sweet red pepper and pickles? You probably saw already the tomatoes and green olives on the side."
"I like them both, so you take one and I'll take the other one."
We finished the sandwiches and toasted again with another glass of wine. When we were done, I collected everything and put it back in the basket.
Sally became very cheerful. Her hand touched my cheek, "Thank you for the nice picnic. I haven't participated in one in years. You are so cute."
"Thank you. And you are both cute and... pretty."
She didn't answer, but she grabbed my palm in hers and squeezed it gently.
I drove to her house. She again leaned backwards with her eyes closed, her hand in mine. I was so tempted to kiss her luscious lips...
When we arrived to her house, she waited for me to get out of the car and open her door. She leaned on my shoulder and together we approached her door. Once the door was open, she looked into my eyes and didn't move. I gazed at her face lovingly. She stared at my lips. I couldn't resist it anymore. My lips met hers in a soft kiss. her lips barely reacted. I kissed her again and hers caved in and spread slightly. I licked her upper lip and she moaned. Her lips opened somewhat wider, allowing my tongue free access to her sweet mouth. My tongue penetrated her open mouth, meeting her trembling tongue. My hands wrapped her shaky body and caressed her back gently, trying to calm her down.
I whispered, "Sally, I really like you a lot! I'll leave you now, because we both had some wine. Please remember that I want to spend more time with you. If you agree, next weekend we can see a movie in the theater together. Any movie you choose is all right with me. I just want to be with you." I kissed her lovingly one more time and left.
We met again at the gym on Monday and Friday. We used side by side instruments all throughout the time we were there, chatting more than working out. The chemistry between us was clear - She told me about her life, growing up in a conservative family, that wanted her to have a husband and children at a young age, her devastation when her husband died, her struggles and many successes teaching at school. She talked about her hobbies, that included readings books, travels and occasional paintings. I started by mentioning my memories from elementary school ( not much... ) and ended when I became a fairly successful architect. I even brought up stories about prior girlfriends my age, who I found to be childish and immature.
At one point Sally stopped me, looked me in the eye and asked in a low voice, "Howard, I think I get what you are saying, but... why me?..."
"Sally dear, don't you feel the connection? See how easy it is for us to talk for a long time without getting bored? I may not know enough about you yet, but so far everything I've seen, heard, smelled and touched felt perfect! The real question is why not? I think that after only few days together, I am falling for you..."
Her face lighted, "Howard, I couldn't sleep last night. I had similar feelings and emotions like yours. But how can it be? I mean we hardly know each other and the age difference is not only 5 years, it's decades..."
"Miss Winters, I told you once and I'll say it again, if you continue mentioning the age difference, I'll put you on my lap and spank you."
Her wonderful laugh broke the ice, "If you do that, I'll complain to the principal that my student is harassing me. I bet you he will ask you to bring your parents to school and reprimand you harshly!..."
"Sally, I am willing to suffer the consequences you mentioned, if you come with me to a movie on Saturday."
"I give up. Howard, I am too weak to fight you on this one. Can we see a film that won't show too much blood or zombies?"
"Yes lady. Why don't you google and find a movie you like. I'll go with you to ANY movie. As I said, I just want to be WITH YOU!"
"Dear boy, you put me on a pedestal. I hope you won't be disappointed once you get to know me better..."
"Sally, I doubt it, but I am similarly concerned about your opinion about me..."
"Well, so far you deserve an A. As long as you treat me nicely, your score will stay, but if you start misbehaving. I'll lower it to F."
I smirked, "I like you, so I'll be MISTER BEHAVING. Are you going to be MISS BEHAVING...?"
"God save me, we have a stand up comedian here..."
We ended our exercises. Sally would find out the movie she'd like to watch and call me. I kissed her lips softly and we went our separate ways.
An hour later my phone rang, "Do you prefer a drama, romance or comedy?"
"Sally, as long as you are there too, I do not care..."
"Do you mind if we go to 'When Harry met Sally'? I know it's an old movie, but I never got time to watch it."
"We can go see it, but I tell you in advance, that I am already jealous of Harry..."
"It plays tomorrow at 5 pm and 8 pm. Which one you prefer?"
"Let's go to the 5 pm and then eat dinner somewhere."
The next afternoon I was at her house dressed in nice long pants and a jacket. Sally looked stunning in a long plunging blue dress.
"Ma'am, I am in love..."
"Can you postpone your love for awhile, so that we can enjoy a movie and a dinner? By the way, I was too shy to say it before, but you look great yourself. Your face, your body and now with the jacket... I'll have to keep an open eye the whole evening, otherwise another girl will steal you away..."
"Sally darling, before we leave, may I kiss you one more time? Last time I did it... was it a year ago?... you tasted so sweet..."
"OK cowboy, but a small one. I get the feeling that if we start kissing, we'll never make it to the movie..."
I laughed, kissed her gently on her pouty lips and we left.
The budget movie theater was mostly empty. Everybody saw it years ago or watched it at their leisure on streaming services.
We sat in one of the back rows with nobody around. We lifted the divide. I hugged her shoulder and Sally leaned her head on my upper chest. At one point she put her hand in mine and our fingers played together. After watching the movie 2 times in the past, the interchange between Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan sounded too familiar. My hand started caressing Sally's shoulder, sometimes dropping to her upper arm. Sally concentrated on the movie and hardly moved.
All of a sudden she whispered to me, "Wouldn't it have been better if both actors just admitted about their feelings and continue from there?"
"Of course, but then we wouldn't have a movie with the famous fake orgasm and the other woman asking the waiter to 'bring me what she is having'. In theory and especially in retrospect many things are easier, but in real life we often hide our intentions and feelings. Look, I promised to behave, but having you so close to me in the dark, I can smell your sweet scent and I praise the Lord that you cannot read my mind..."
Sally turned her head to me, looked into my eyes in the dim light and kissed my lips softly. Then she moved closer to me, pulled my hand that rested on her shoulder and placed in on her covered breast!
I was stunned and for a moment didn't dare moving it. After I regained my breath, my palm began massaging her breast over her dress. The boob felt soft and inviting and soon enough the nipple hardened and was easily palpable. She moaned and lifted her face to me. I kissed her and my tongue explored her mouth. She turned to me and her hands hugged my neck. I French kissed her harder and my hand fumbled in the upper part of her dress, trying to insert my fingers inside. She moaned into my open mouth. One of her hands left my neck and landed on my lap. It found the bulge in my groin and lightly touched it.
Her face backed slightly and she whispered, "Let's go home. The movie is good, but I am too aroused to focus on it. I think that you feel the same way... Let's go."
We rushed outside and minutes later we were on the way to MY house.
Before exiting the car I kissed her one more time and whispered, "Sally dear, this is my dream come true." I lifted her in my arms and carried her over the threshold into my bedroom.
I stood her up and let her look around. Sally closed the window, dimmed the lights and mumbled, "Please Howard, my body does no longer look like it did in my 20s. Close your eyes and imagine that it is what you really want..."
I undressed her slowly and patiently. I did not shut my eyes and the darkness prevented me from seeing many details. However, I liked very much what I could see. Her naked body displayed a nice pair of B+ tits that showed very little sag, a flat tummy, muscular ass cheeks and shapely long legs. She was beautiful.
I whispered in her ear, "Your perfect body reminds me of Ed Sheeran's song 'I'm in love with the shape of you'. I'll be honored to play with it..."
She smiled, relieved that I was not disappointed and lied down on my king size bed.
I undressed slowly. I was proud of my body and wanted her to see it. I exercised regularly and was never a binge eater. My 6'1" frame weighed about 185lbs of mostly muscle. My 7.5" cock was now at it's full length pointing to the ceiling, anticipating a pleasurable action to follow. I stood still in front of Sally, let her eyes absorb the view.
"Howard, you are a real stud! I cannot stop thinking what a hunk like you want from an over the hill lady like me."
I joined her in bed, "Sally dear. Right now I have an undeniable urge to touch your awesome body and make it mine. I wish to quiet your doubting mind and concentrate on making love to you until you reach the best peak of your life."
Sally giggled, "Darling, as your former teacher, your speech sounds perfect. But I think that right now your brain thinks less poetically and more crudely, if you know what I mean... Yes, I am scared of everything right now, because my body hadn't had sex for a long, long time, but my mind wants to feel your body, so don't waste your time on 'being nice and politically correct'."
"Yes boss!"
I French kissed her lips and then I moved down to her neck. I kissed and sucked on it and Sally quivered. My face descended further, meeting her soft breast. I cupped it and licked the rubbery nipple. Soft moan escaped her lips, as her fingers played with my short hair. I sucked on the hardening nipple and her hand pulled my head deeper into her chest. My hand moved south, caressing her smooth concave navel before continuing to her mound. Sally had little soft hair that didn't stop my fingers from reaching her moist outer labia. Her body shivered and she placed a hand on mine. I wasn't sure if she wanted to stop me or guide me, but I grabbed her palm with my other hand and slowly moved it above her head.
My lips latched to her perfect nipple and my free hand roamed around her labia, with my fingers occasionally penetrating the entrance, exploring her vagina. I was careful not to touch her love bud yet. As my fingers continued poking her hole, the wetness grew exponentially and slushing sounds became louder than Sally's moans.
It was time to go to the next level. I carefully spread her legs and moved in between them. I licked her lower tummy and then tried to go further down.
Her hand stopped me, "Please Howard, don't... it's embarrassing... I am afraid and ashamed... just put it in me..."
I pushed her hand sideways and blurted, "Dear girl, there is no shame here. Don't worry, I just want to taste your nectar."
And then my lips found her soaked lips. She shuddered and her moans grew louder still. She seemed to be on the verge of cumming and I wanted her to enjoy the first one as an oral gift to her. My left hand moved up and started light pinching of her nipple. Subsequently I placed 2 fingers at the opening of her pussy and my tongue lapped her clitoris. Sally's body jolted up and began convulsing, as she started whimpering. My fingers penetrated her box and massaged the anterior part, creating pressure on her G spot. The convulsions intensified and she started crying.
I continued my manipulations for another 5 minutes, before slowing down, allowing her to come down from her high. Then I rolled over to her side and kissed her gently on her lips.
Sally's eyes were shut. Her breathing was rapid and the whole body sweating. But she was OK and slowly coming back to life. Ten minutes later she opened her eyes and looked at me, "Howard, you are a great lover and I thank you for the best orgasm of my life. But I thought that you wanted to climax too. Why didn't you do it?"
I caressed her cheek lovingly, "Darling Sally, first I wanted YOU to experience the fun that you missed for too long. Your body haven't felt a loving touch in years, so it was your turn. I am not worried about myself. Girl, let's go and take a shower together. You'll feel better without the sweat and I'll enjoy touching your stunning body again."
Sally had an embarrassed smile, "We are here in the dark and it's OK. You want me to move with you to an area that you can see all the imperfections and signs of aging..."
"Honey, are you familiar with John Legends songs?"
"I've heard his name before and I may have heard some of his tunes. Why?"
"Because there is a song dedicated to his wife, where he mentions that he loves all her imperfections. I feel the same way about you. Nobody is perfect and everybody feels insecure about certain parts of his or her body. My eyes accommodate very well to the dark and I have already watched every part of your wonderful body. I'll keep exploring it, but so far I haven't seen anything I didn't like! Well, except for your skeptical brain..."
"Howard, I don't know when you are joking and when you are more serious... But please, if you find something you don't like, be gentle with me. I feel very vulnerable right now..."
"OK lady. I promise to protect you from myself in the shower..."
"You are mocking me now. You are lucky to be stronger than me, otherwise you'd be punished harshly!"
I stood up, took her hand in mine and guided her to my bathroom. I adjusted the temperature of the water coming off the shower head and we both entered in. I let her stand under the water, while I was behind her. I grabbed the loofa, put liquid soap on it and began doing Sally's neck, descending gradually to her back and then her bubble butt. Her strong muscles were easily felt, but her skin was soft and smooth. Her back side looked as attractive as I've ever seen in a woman before. There was nothing to suggest that this beautiful woman was in her 50s! I loved her nice curves... My pecker felt the same way and started rising! I tried to ignore him and completed soaping her long legs.
I gingerly turned her around, aware of her inquiring look. Was she trying to guess 'Will he find my defects?...'
I kissed her lips and whispered, "Pretty woman. your body is everything I ever wanted. You have the ideal body! What are you doing with an average guy like me?!..."
She grinned, "Howard, you give me too many compliments. You continue and I'll get used to them... And why are you underestimating yourself? You are very handsome." She gazed at my erect cock and smirked, "I may not have a lot of experience, but based on literature I read, you are hardly 'an average'..."
I caressed her hair and French kissed her, searching for her tongue. I sucked on her plump lips and said, "Woman, what you see down there is all your fault! I was looking hard to find flaws in your body and couldn't find one. So now I am disappointed and he remains hard..."
She had a million dollar smile.
"Lady, it's time for me to soap your front. Stand still."
I started again with her long neck and moved to her tempting tits. I whispered to her, "These perfect masses have a tendency to accumulate a lot of dust. I have to do them VERY thoroughly!"
Sally chuckled, "Are you a titman?"
"Not that I was aware of it until now, but your breasts are just pulling me like 2 magnets. I apologize in advance if in the future I'll find reasons and excuses to play with them, a lot..."
I moved to her abdomen. Unlike so many women I've encountered before, hers was flat and very sexy, with her navel begging for extra attention. Before she could stop me, I bent down and kissed her navel. Then I stood up again and my hand touched her lower tummy. She glanced at me as my hand met her cunt. Her legs spread slightly and I massaged... sorry, soaped her pubic area gently yet thoroughly. My cock loved the feeling and lifted again with it's eye pointing upward.
Sally noticed my lame attempts at 'soaping her privates' and she commented, "Dear boy, your soaping has affected your member... And in case you were wondering, it made me horny again too. Let's stop the soaping while we still on our feet, wash ourselves and return to bed."
"Sally dear, with pleasure."
She was walking behind me to bed and in the last minute pushed me on it, "Twice you made me feel special. First on this bed and then in the shower. Now it's my time to reciprocate. On your back big boy!"
I obeyed dutifully.
She climbed on the bed and began licking my nipples one after the other. It was ticklish, yet pleasant. Her face continued southward, crossing my six pack on the way to my genitals. My prick sensed her approaching and jumped up in no time. Sally's lips kissed it just below my navel. Her hand tried to wrap around it, cupping 3/4 of the circumference. She raised it to better capture it between her lips. Her mouth fought to enlarge enough to insert it inside, squeezing the spongy head in the process. Her soft palate and tongue felt terrific and my cock rose another notch. Sally tried her best to get as much of it as she could, but her lack of experience showed and only about 1/2 my meat was eventually in her hot mouth. She started sucking on it in earnest, while both her hands encircled my shaft, rubbing it up and down as well as around and around. Her unusual maneuvers worked well and my arousal kept progressing toward a pleasurable climax. Bending over my lower body and moving back and forth exposed her jiggling perky tits, which inevitably enhanced my excitement further.
I was closing fast on my orgasm, but I didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not now. I'd do it later. Now I wanted to conquer her pussy. I tasted her sweet cunt earlier and now it was time for the two of us to enjoy our bonding with an enjoyable intercourse.
I cautiously removed my hard cock from her mouth, moved between her thighs and placed the mushroomed head against her entrance. I began moving my pole up and down along her moist lips, while my palms tweaked her sensitive nipples. Each time my dick touched her clit she groaned.
I continued my action, gradually pushing my engorged organ harder against her nub. Sally's body began countering my movements and then she put her hand between us, trying to insert my pecker inside of her. It wasn't what I wanted. She was mine now and I wanted her to feel it. To know it. To admit it!...
I grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head with one hand. I continued manipulating her cunt with my bulge, crushing her clit at an increasing speed. She resisted for another minute and then she whispered, "Howard, enough with the games. I am ready for you and you are ready too. Don't torture me."
I gazed into her eyes and blurted, "No Sally, that's not good enough. If you want to climax again, I do not want to hear nice words. Tell me straight and dirty what you really want me to do!"
I continued for another long moment before she gave up and cried, "Please Howard, fuck me! I want you to shove your big cock in my cunt and I wish to feel you cumming inside me. NOW!!!..."
I whispered in her ear, "That's better my love."
Then I slowly pushed my tumescent cock into her pussy, giving the tight tunnel enough time to expand appropriately. As my prick passed the halfway distance mark, Sally's body shuddered violently with another powerful orgasm. I patiently continued advancing forward, making sure that I did not hurt her unused vagina. It wasn't easy for me, because I was highly aroused and my body ached to make it faster and stronger. But I resisted. Eventually my sac met her butt. I was all the way in and I felt her cervix against my elongated pole!
I bent toward her ear and blurted. "Lady, here, take it!" I started pounding her pussy at an increasing rate and power, reaching top gear about 2 minutes later. All that time Sally's body was jerking and shivering in uncontrolled fashion. Her mouth was wide open due to her irregular breathing, unintelligible mumbling and the occasional cry. My own climax was fast approaching too.
As I felt my spunk about to explode, I whispered to her, "Lady, you are mine now. Here I cum..." My thumb pushed hard against her clit and my cock began it's final dance in her womb, spewing hot lava directly onto her tortured cervix.
Sally's unrestrained body jiggling continued for several moments after I was done. After 10 minutes I turned to her and gently caressed her hair, as I kissed her lips lightly. Her respiration returned to normal and her lips spread for me with a moan.
Few moments later she opened her eyes and glanced at my face, "Are you sure you are an architect?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I am no expert on the subject, but if I had to guess your profession based on the way you used my body today, I'd say that you were one of the sex idols in porno movies..."
I finished my studies 3 years ago, became an architect and joined a small firm. I thought that I'd start by getting some experience and good reputation, that would help me in the future. I was doing well and my salary jumped 3 times during the 2 years I worked there. Several months ago I got an offer that was impossible to refuse. One of the partners in the largest company in Portland retired and left a big void. The company's board decided to approach me to join them. The salary, benefits, potential promotion to becoming a full partner were all much better comparing to what I had in Eugene.
I bought a small house in a nice neighborhood of Portland, not too far from our main office. I was happy to realize that a great gym place was located nearby. I registered and was able to visit the facility 3 times a week. Based on my work hours, Wednesday afternoon as well as Monday and Friday evenings were the best.
I usually began with 1/2 an hour on a treadmill or elliptical, followed by weight lifting and then alternating other instruments.
After 2 weeks at the gym I observed that there was a lady who exercised the same times on Mondays and Fridays. I noticed her because as I was entering the gym, she was always in the front row, walking on the treadmill. Her workout consisted of 10 minutes of walking, mostly at 3 miles per hour with 5% elevation. Once she was done, she moved to the closest elliptical machine for another 10 minutes and then stretching exercises.
I guessed she was in her early 50s, about 5'7", 140 pounds, with grayish short hair. Her body looked nicely toned in her workout pants and tanks and her movements were very graceful. I liked to do my exercises behind her, every now and then appreciating the agile motion of her legs and ass cheeks.
One time the 5 ellipticals in the second row were busy and the only one available was adjacent to hers. Before starting to exercise I got a good look at her. Her face was cute, if one could say it about somewhat older face. It was definitely pleasant. For some reason she reminded me of somebody I knew, but for the life of me I could not place her...
I started to exercise and realized that occasionally she was sneaking a peek at me. Once I glanced at her direction at the same time that her face turned in my direction.
She smiled and I smiled back. She stopped her device, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"No ma'am. Go ahead."
"You exercise here during the times that I am here and you always use an instrument that is behind me. Is there a reason for it?"
I blushed, "Lady, it's not always the case, but quite often it happens. I do not want to bother you, but my memory tells me that I have met you before, or somebody looking very much like you. I just can't recall when or where."
She chuckled joyfully, "You didn't have to hide behind me. You could have come forward, introduce yourself and we'd talk about it like two adults... What is your name?"
"Howard Bertrand."
She stared at my face for a long moment and then burst in hearty laugh, "You are little Howie?... I am Sally Winters. I was your teacher in 1st and 2nd grades."
My face color turned red beet, "Miss Sally... I should have known better. Sorry."
"Young man, sorry doesn't count. If I can recognize you after so many years and you forgot about the teacher you harassed frequently as a child, you owe me. I'll forgive you if you invite me for a coffee at the nearest Starbucks. I want to hear all about you growing up and what you do these days."
I grinned, "I would love to do it. But first I need to know how to I call you from now on."
"Mister, my name is Sally, but if you misbehave, I'll be Miss Winters..."
She was so nice, approachable, direct... It was such a pleasure to meet her again after so many decades.
We continued exercising side by side. We didn't talk much, but several times we looked at each other and smiled. When I saw that she was about to finish on her apparatus, I asked, "Miss... sorry, Sally, when do you want us to go to Starbucks?"
"I find it funny, that you still try to address me as your teacher... Anyway, I'd rather do it another day. Even though I take a shower to freshen myself after exercising, I do not feel the same as meeting and talking to you on an afternoon that I am free. Would Tuesday or Thursday be good for you?"
"Sally, can I pick you up tomorrow at 5pm? And it's up to you whether Starbucks or a good restaurant. I didn't check my wallet, but I think I can afford it..."
She smirked, "So instead of taking your old former teacher to a coffee place you are arranging a date in a restaurant..."
I grinned, "Who knows, I might try my luck in the future, but for now it's only a dinner. What is your favorite food?"
"I haven't been to a restaurant in years. I usually buy ingredients at the local supermarket and make meals for a full week. Every now and then I buy a sandwich or grab a hamburger at a junk food place and I find these OK for me. Are you trying to spoil me?"
"Please, let me spoil you only one time. I think that once in a blue moon you should let your body enjoy REAL good meal. Would you try French, Italian, Vietnamese or seafood?"
Her cheerful laugh was contagious and I started laughing too. "Howard, you choose." She scribbled her address on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
Later each one of us moved to a different corner of the room and resumed working out. We exchanged glances and grinned at each other when our stares met. Twenty minutes later I went to the men's jacuzzi followed by a shower and then I left for home.
I showed up at Sally's door exactly at 5 pm with a bouquet of fresh flowers. She opened the door to me and mumbled, "You didn't have to do it, but they are so pretty!"
She took the flowers and went to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
I was quite surprised looking at her. She wore a tight midi style white dress with a black belt and 2" heels black shoes. A pair of pearl earring with pearl necklace completed her attire. She looked my age... I wouldn't give her more than 40 years!
I just stood there like a total idiot and ogled her body...
She moved in my direction, "Howard, what happened? Do I have a stain on my dress?"
I woke up, "No. I just didn't believe my eyes. Watching you in these clothes... you look younger than me."
Sally giggled, "Young man, I do not understand you. You seem to be impressed by a 53 years broad. First you invite me to dinner and now that... Do you have older women fetish?"
"Ma'am, your appearance is much more spectacular than I expected. Sorry I ogled you. I'll try to conceal my wandering eyes better next time!"
"Howard, do you always compliment women this way? Because your way of talking will undoubtedly lead you to conquer ladies heart."
We chortled. I led her to my car and we drove to a French restaurant 20 minutes away. I ate there before and liked the food. In fact, I met the chef twice and complimented him on his excellent cooking. The restaurant was half empty, likely because it was still early on a weekday. On weekends it was much more difficult to find an unoccupied table.
Sally concentrated on the menu. I knew already that I'd pick Onion soup and then Beef Bourguignon. Sally read the menu for about 10 minutes and did not select anything yet.
"Sally, do you need my help? Shall I suggest good options?"
"I was trying to find the right food that my inexperienced stomach won't object to and... won't be too pricy."
"Lady, are you trying to offend me? I am not into bragging, but I think I can easily afford anything that your heart desires."
"Is it OK if I take a salad and the Mediterranean Seabass?"
"Sure. The salad here is fresh and I ate the Seabass here before. The chef prepares it with eggplants, tomatoes and olive oil. It's very tasty. Would you like wine like Pinot Gris with it?"
Her nice smile reappeared, "Well, if I am here one time, I'll have whatever wine you recommend."
To cut the story short, our food was extraordinary and I let Sally savor the meal without too much talking. She liked the wine as well, but after drinking half a glass, it became clear that she was not a drinker. Her face turned reddish, she laughed more often and her talk sounded somewhat slurry. For our dessert I ordered Creme Brulee. She loved it! We left the restaurant at 7 pm. Sally seemed happy.
When I was driving back home, she closed her eyes and her lips were smiling. We arrived to her house and she asked me to come in and have coffee with her, "My head is spinning. I think that coffee will help me, but I'd like it if you join me."
I helped Sally out of my BMW. She needed it, cause her steps were not very steady. And she drank only about 3/4 of a glass...
At her house Sally's walk improved. As she rushed to the bathroom, she told me where the coffee cups were and asked me to operate the Keurig machine. I made 2 cups of black coffee and later found milk and several Splenda packets. Sally came out right on time. Her dress now changed to a robe with renewed make up and added faint lipstick. She looked great again.
As I saw her, I whistled appreciatively. She blushed, "Howard, stop that!"
"Yes teach," I smirked.
"Thanks for the coffee. I really need it. And here are some cookies to go with it."
I grabbed my cup and looked around. The living room was scantly decorated with 2 paintings and an old photo of Sally, hugging a young man.
I gazed at Sally and she sighed, "We were married for only a year before he died in a car crash. I was devastated and decided never again..."
"Sally, you are a wonderful person and look great. Why giving up? In spite of challenges and difficulties along the way, sharing life with somebody is supposedly much more interesting than living alone."
She smirked, "Look who's talking... You are not married and never were, right?"
"Sally, I never gave up on marriage. I just didn't find the right woman yet..."
Sally sighed again, "I am jealous of you. Young, handsome, full of energy, exercises regularly. The whole world is waiting for you. I am too old now to change my ways..."
Without hesitation I blurted, "Sally, you are wrong! Let me confess to you about me and you in the gym. When I first noticed you exercising, I was impressed by your body and your elegant movements. I peeked at your face from the side, hoping that you won't notice... And I liked what I saw. A lot! I decided to exercise behind you, because I found you very... attractive. Watching your graceful maneuvers on the instruments motivated me to continue exercising when I was tired. Sally, stop thinking of yourself as an old maid! You are beautiful, attractive woman and I am sure that many men would love to spend time with you!..."
She stared at my face for a long time, as if trying to guess if I was serious.
I whispered, "Sally, it's not a compliment. I met you after so many years of disconnect and so far I haven't noticed anything about you that I didn't like, whether physically or mentally."
"Howard, I drank too much alcohol and I may be under the influence, but the way you talk, you also drank too much... Go home and get a good night sleep. Thank you for the lovely evening and a fantastic dinner. If you ever want to see me again, you know where to find me..."
I stood up, "I'll leave now. Will you go with me to a movie next week?"
"Howard... what do you want from me?..."
"Sally, I like your company. I found an interesting woman and I want to spend time with her. What is wrong with that?"
"Why waste your time with an oldie, when a girl your age be much more suitable?"
"Listen woman, you are not going to tell me who to see. Understood?!... If you do not like my company, say it and I'll leave you alone. But my wish is to go to a movie with you, stroll in forest with you and walk on the seashore with you. I promise to behave. Please..."
She chuckled, "Howard, go to sleep now. If you don't change your mind when you sober up, call me and we'll see each other again."
I approached her, kissed her on the cheek, smiled and then left.
The next evening I called her, "Hi again. It's 24 hours since I touched any alcoholic drink, so I am as sober as can be. The weather-woman promised that on Saturday it will be around 70 degrees and partly sunny. Will you join me, please, for a stroll in the park? I heard from a friend that it is full with colorful flowers and many different butterflies."
She hesitated, "Howard, I'd hate to find out that you invite me because you feel sorry for me..."
"Sally, everything I said last night was true. It has nothing to do with feeling sorry or age. I simply want to spend quality time with you. What do you have to lose?"
"OK. I'll go with you. When do you want to pick me up?"
"I don't know your sleeping habits, but 9 o'clock is good for me."
"9 it is!"
On Friday I saw Sally at the gym again. Her eyes were focused on the screen in front of her and she didn't show a sign that she noticed me. I moved to the elliptical behind her, started exercising and like before, ogled her perfect behind...
After 5 minutes she suddenly turned her head in my direction and giggled, "I felt your eyes burning my butt. Be ashamed of yourself naughty man!"
I faked regret, "Sorry ma'am, in the future I might consider the possibility of not watching your body while you exercise, knowing that I might get caught doing it..."
"Howard, you are impossible. I wish to have a sincere talk with your first grade teacher. Obviously when you were in elementary school, she did a lousy job with you!..."
I moved to exercise on the apparatus to her right and she smiled, "Isn't it better? Now we can talk."
"Sally, you are right - Now we can talk, but my frontal view is much less enticing..."
"Young man, do you need hormonal suppression therapy?"
"I never thought so until I saw YOU here."
"Howard, can you be serious for 5 complete minutes?"
"I hope so. So tomorrow at 9 am?"
"Yes. YES! But promise me that some times you'll be serious too..."
"Scout's honor!"
Few minutes later we separated and each one moved to another side. Every now and then I stared in her direction. She worked on the elliptical. But the way her hips were moving now did not look like her prior exercise. It was more sashay... She caught me ogling her and winked at me! What a beautiful tease!!!...
I smiled at her and walked toward the showers. I left the facility half an hour later.
On Saturday I woke up at 7 am. I shaved thoroughly, took a hot shower and began preparing stuff for our 'trip to the park'. I arranged everything in a covered basket and put it on the back seat in my car.
I wore jeans and an old tee shirt. I liked the color, but it was slightly small and tight. I arrived at Sally's house. She saw me from her window and came out the door. She was having on a summery colorful dress and sandals. She looked much younger than her age...
I glanced at her shapely body unabashedly, "Lady, you look perfect for a stroll in the park. I suspect that other people there will think that I'm too old for you. You look like a spring chicken!"
"Howard, are you going to grow up anytime soon?"
"Will I have better chance with you if behave more maturely?..."
She gave me her hand and held me tight, "Now every time you misbehave, I'll squeeze your hand tightly!"
We smiled at each other like 2 kids who found a new game.
Her soft palm felt warm. As we were walking hand in hand, I lightly caressed her palm with my fingers. She let me do it without interruption, but did not reciprocate. At one point I pulled my point-and-shoot camera and told her that I wanted to photograph her. I suggested for her to stand by a tall tree, sit on a crooked bark smiling at the camera and then walking between the flowers with her dress waving in the wind. She agreed and we later checked the pictures on the small camera screen. Some of them captured Sally gliding among the flowers with one photo showing a butterfly sitting on her hair. I loved her smiley face in 2 photos. She appeared relaxed and happy. I told her that I loved these pictures and she mumbled, "You are a good photographer."
It was fun to walk with her hand in hand. We reached a place that had a table with 2 benches. I placed the basket on a bench and started preparing for a picnic.
"Howard, I didn't know that you brought food, otherwise I'd offer my help."
"Dear, I wanted us to have a nice picnic in the open air."
I placed a table cloth, 2 plates, plastic utensils, 2 different sandwiches and small bowls with olives and cherry tomatoes. Then I opened a small bottle of Chardonnay and poured to each of us 1/2 a cup, 'Cheers!'
Sally stared at me quietly when I prepared the table. I saw a tear in her eye, "You are so nice..." she whispered.
"Pretty lady, do you want a baguette with avocado and ham or multigrain bread with goat cheese, sweet red pepper and pickles? You probably saw already the tomatoes and green olives on the side."
"I like them both, so you take one and I'll take the other one."
We finished the sandwiches and toasted again with another glass of wine. When we were done, I collected everything and put it back in the basket.
Sally became very cheerful. Her hand touched my cheek, "Thank you for the nice picnic. I haven't participated in one in years. You are so cute."
"Thank you. And you are both cute and... pretty."
She didn't answer, but she grabbed my palm in hers and squeezed it gently.
I drove to her house. She again leaned backwards with her eyes closed, her hand in mine. I was so tempted to kiss her luscious lips...
When we arrived to her house, she waited for me to get out of the car and open her door. She leaned on my shoulder and together we approached her door. Once the door was open, she looked into my eyes and didn't move. I gazed at her face lovingly. She stared at my lips. I couldn't resist it anymore. My lips met hers in a soft kiss. her lips barely reacted. I kissed her again and hers caved in and spread slightly. I licked her upper lip and she moaned. Her lips opened somewhat wider, allowing my tongue free access to her sweet mouth. My tongue penetrated her open mouth, meeting her trembling tongue. My hands wrapped her shaky body and caressed her back gently, trying to calm her down.
I whispered, "Sally, I really like you a lot! I'll leave you now, because we both had some wine. Please remember that I want to spend more time with you. If you agree, next weekend we can see a movie in the theater together. Any movie you choose is all right with me. I just want to be with you." I kissed her lovingly one more time and left.
We met again at the gym on Monday and Friday. We used side by side instruments all throughout the time we were there, chatting more than working out. The chemistry between us was clear - She told me about her life, growing up in a conservative family, that wanted her to have a husband and children at a young age, her devastation when her husband died, her struggles and many successes teaching at school. She talked about her hobbies, that included readings books, travels and occasional paintings. I started by mentioning my memories from elementary school ( not much... ) and ended when I became a fairly successful architect. I even brought up stories about prior girlfriends my age, who I found to be childish and immature.
At one point Sally stopped me, looked me in the eye and asked in a low voice, "Howard, I think I get what you are saying, but... why me?..."
"Sally dear, don't you feel the connection? See how easy it is for us to talk for a long time without getting bored? I may not know enough about you yet, but so far everything I've seen, heard, smelled and touched felt perfect! The real question is why not? I think that after only few days together, I am falling for you..."
Her face lighted, "Howard, I couldn't sleep last night. I had similar feelings and emotions like yours. But how can it be? I mean we hardly know each other and the age difference is not only 5 years, it's decades..."
"Miss Winters, I told you once and I'll say it again, if you continue mentioning the age difference, I'll put you on my lap and spank you."
Her wonderful laugh broke the ice, "If you do that, I'll complain to the principal that my student is harassing me. I bet you he will ask you to bring your parents to school and reprimand you harshly!..."
"Sally, I am willing to suffer the consequences you mentioned, if you come with me to a movie on Saturday."
"I give up. Howard, I am too weak to fight you on this one. Can we see a film that won't show too much blood or zombies?"
"Yes lady. Why don't you google and find a movie you like. I'll go with you to ANY movie. As I said, I just want to be WITH YOU!"
"Dear boy, you put me on a pedestal. I hope you won't be disappointed once you get to know me better..."
"Sally, I doubt it, but I am similarly concerned about your opinion about me..."
"Well, so far you deserve an A. As long as you treat me nicely, your score will stay, but if you start misbehaving. I'll lower it to F."
I smirked, "I like you, so I'll be MISTER BEHAVING. Are you going to be MISS BEHAVING...?"
"God save me, we have a stand up comedian here..."
We ended our exercises. Sally would find out the movie she'd like to watch and call me. I kissed her lips softly and we went our separate ways.
An hour later my phone rang, "Do you prefer a drama, romance or comedy?"
"Sally, as long as you are there too, I do not care..."
"Do you mind if we go to 'When Harry met Sally'? I know it's an old movie, but I never got time to watch it."
"We can go see it, but I tell you in advance, that I am already jealous of Harry..."
"It plays tomorrow at 5 pm and 8 pm. Which one you prefer?"
"Let's go to the 5 pm and then eat dinner somewhere."
The next afternoon I was at her house dressed in nice long pants and a jacket. Sally looked stunning in a long plunging blue dress.
"Ma'am, I am in love..."
"Can you postpone your love for awhile, so that we can enjoy a movie and a dinner? By the way, I was too shy to say it before, but you look great yourself. Your face, your body and now with the jacket... I'll have to keep an open eye the whole evening, otherwise another girl will steal you away..."
"Sally darling, before we leave, may I kiss you one more time? Last time I did it... was it a year ago?... you tasted so sweet..."
"OK cowboy, but a small one. I get the feeling that if we start kissing, we'll never make it to the movie..."
I laughed, kissed her gently on her pouty lips and we left.
The budget movie theater was mostly empty. Everybody saw it years ago or watched it at their leisure on streaming services.
We sat in one of the back rows with nobody around. We lifted the divide. I hugged her shoulder and Sally leaned her head on my upper chest. At one point she put her hand in mine and our fingers played together. After watching the movie 2 times in the past, the interchange between Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan sounded too familiar. My hand started caressing Sally's shoulder, sometimes dropping to her upper arm. Sally concentrated on the movie and hardly moved.
All of a sudden she whispered to me, "Wouldn't it have been better if both actors just admitted about their feelings and continue from there?"
"Of course, but then we wouldn't have a movie with the famous fake orgasm and the other woman asking the waiter to 'bring me what she is having'. In theory and especially in retrospect many things are easier, but in real life we often hide our intentions and feelings. Look, I promised to behave, but having you so close to me in the dark, I can smell your sweet scent and I praise the Lord that you cannot read my mind..."
Sally turned her head to me, looked into my eyes in the dim light and kissed my lips softly. Then she moved closer to me, pulled my hand that rested on her shoulder and placed in on her covered breast!
I was stunned and for a moment didn't dare moving it. After I regained my breath, my palm began massaging her breast over her dress. The boob felt soft and inviting and soon enough the nipple hardened and was easily palpable. She moaned and lifted her face to me. I kissed her and my tongue explored her mouth. She turned to me and her hands hugged my neck. I French kissed her harder and my hand fumbled in the upper part of her dress, trying to insert my fingers inside. She moaned into my open mouth. One of her hands left my neck and landed on my lap. It found the bulge in my groin and lightly touched it.
Her face backed slightly and she whispered, "Let's go home. The movie is good, but I am too aroused to focus on it. I think that you feel the same way... Let's go."
We rushed outside and minutes later we were on the way to MY house.
Before exiting the car I kissed her one more time and whispered, "Sally dear, this is my dream come true." I lifted her in my arms and carried her over the threshold into my bedroom.
I stood her up and let her look around. Sally closed the window, dimmed the lights and mumbled, "Please Howard, my body does no longer look like it did in my 20s. Close your eyes and imagine that it is what you really want..."
I undressed her slowly and patiently. I did not shut my eyes and the darkness prevented me from seeing many details. However, I liked very much what I could see. Her naked body displayed a nice pair of B+ tits that showed very little sag, a flat tummy, muscular ass cheeks and shapely long legs. She was beautiful.
I whispered in her ear, "Your perfect body reminds me of Ed Sheeran's song 'I'm in love with the shape of you'. I'll be honored to play with it..."
She smiled, relieved that I was not disappointed and lied down on my king size bed.
I undressed slowly. I was proud of my body and wanted her to see it. I exercised regularly and was never a binge eater. My 6'1" frame weighed about 185lbs of mostly muscle. My 7.5" cock was now at it's full length pointing to the ceiling, anticipating a pleasurable action to follow. I stood still in front of Sally, let her eyes absorb the view.
"Howard, you are a real stud! I cannot stop thinking what a hunk like you want from an over the hill lady like me."
I joined her in bed, "Sally dear. Right now I have an undeniable urge to touch your awesome body and make it mine. I wish to quiet your doubting mind and concentrate on making love to you until you reach the best peak of your life."
Sally giggled, "Darling, as your former teacher, your speech sounds perfect. But I think that right now your brain thinks less poetically and more crudely, if you know what I mean... Yes, I am scared of everything right now, because my body hadn't had sex for a long, long time, but my mind wants to feel your body, so don't waste your time on 'being nice and politically correct'."
"Yes boss!"
I French kissed her lips and then I moved down to her neck. I kissed and sucked on it and Sally quivered. My face descended further, meeting her soft breast. I cupped it and licked the rubbery nipple. Soft moan escaped her lips, as her fingers played with my short hair. I sucked on the hardening nipple and her hand pulled my head deeper into her chest. My hand moved south, caressing her smooth concave navel before continuing to her mound. Sally had little soft hair that didn't stop my fingers from reaching her moist outer labia. Her body shivered and she placed a hand on mine. I wasn't sure if she wanted to stop me or guide me, but I grabbed her palm with my other hand and slowly moved it above her head.
My lips latched to her perfect nipple and my free hand roamed around her labia, with my fingers occasionally penetrating the entrance, exploring her vagina. I was careful not to touch her love bud yet. As my fingers continued poking her hole, the wetness grew exponentially and slushing sounds became louder than Sally's moans.
It was time to go to the next level. I carefully spread her legs and moved in between them. I licked her lower tummy and then tried to go further down.
Her hand stopped me, "Please Howard, don't... it's embarrassing... I am afraid and ashamed... just put it in me..."
I pushed her hand sideways and blurted, "Dear girl, there is no shame here. Don't worry, I just want to taste your nectar."
And then my lips found her soaked lips. She shuddered and her moans grew louder still. She seemed to be on the verge of cumming and I wanted her to enjoy the first one as an oral gift to her. My left hand moved up and started light pinching of her nipple. Subsequently I placed 2 fingers at the opening of her pussy and my tongue lapped her clitoris. Sally's body jolted up and began convulsing, as she started whimpering. My fingers penetrated her box and massaged the anterior part, creating pressure on her G spot. The convulsions intensified and she started crying.
I continued my manipulations for another 5 minutes, before slowing down, allowing her to come down from her high. Then I rolled over to her side and kissed her gently on her lips.
Sally's eyes were shut. Her breathing was rapid and the whole body sweating. But she was OK and slowly coming back to life. Ten minutes later she opened her eyes and looked at me, "Howard, you are a great lover and I thank you for the best orgasm of my life. But I thought that you wanted to climax too. Why didn't you do it?"
I caressed her cheek lovingly, "Darling Sally, first I wanted YOU to experience the fun that you missed for too long. Your body haven't felt a loving touch in years, so it was your turn. I am not worried about myself. Girl, let's go and take a shower together. You'll feel better without the sweat and I'll enjoy touching your stunning body again."
Sally had an embarrassed smile, "We are here in the dark and it's OK. You want me to move with you to an area that you can see all the imperfections and signs of aging..."
"Honey, are you familiar with John Legends songs?"
"I've heard his name before and I may have heard some of his tunes. Why?"
"Because there is a song dedicated to his wife, where he mentions that he loves all her imperfections. I feel the same way about you. Nobody is perfect and everybody feels insecure about certain parts of his or her body. My eyes accommodate very well to the dark and I have already watched every part of your wonderful body. I'll keep exploring it, but so far I haven't seen anything I didn't like! Well, except for your skeptical brain..."
"Howard, I don't know when you are joking and when you are more serious... But please, if you find something you don't like, be gentle with me. I feel very vulnerable right now..."
"OK lady. I promise to protect you from myself in the shower..."
"You are mocking me now. You are lucky to be stronger than me, otherwise you'd be punished harshly!"
I stood up, took her hand in mine and guided her to my bathroom. I adjusted the temperature of the water coming off the shower head and we both entered in. I let her stand under the water, while I was behind her. I grabbed the loofa, put liquid soap on it and began doing Sally's neck, descending gradually to her back and then her bubble butt. Her strong muscles were easily felt, but her skin was soft and smooth. Her back side looked as attractive as I've ever seen in a woman before. There was nothing to suggest that this beautiful woman was in her 50s! I loved her nice curves... My pecker felt the same way and started rising! I tried to ignore him and completed soaping her long legs.
I gingerly turned her around, aware of her inquiring look. Was she trying to guess 'Will he find my defects?...'
I kissed her lips and whispered, "Pretty woman. your body is everything I ever wanted. You have the ideal body! What are you doing with an average guy like me?!..."
She grinned, "Howard, you give me too many compliments. You continue and I'll get used to them... And why are you underestimating yourself? You are very handsome." She gazed at my erect cock and smirked, "I may not have a lot of experience, but based on literature I read, you are hardly 'an average'..."
I caressed her hair and French kissed her, searching for her tongue. I sucked on her plump lips and said, "Woman, what you see down there is all your fault! I was looking hard to find flaws in your body and couldn't find one. So now I am disappointed and he remains hard..."
She had a million dollar smile.
"Lady, it's time for me to soap your front. Stand still."
I started again with her long neck and moved to her tempting tits. I whispered to her, "These perfect masses have a tendency to accumulate a lot of dust. I have to do them VERY thoroughly!"
Sally chuckled, "Are you a titman?"
"Not that I was aware of it until now, but your breasts are just pulling me like 2 magnets. I apologize in advance if in the future I'll find reasons and excuses to play with them, a lot..."
I moved to her abdomen. Unlike so many women I've encountered before, hers was flat and very sexy, with her navel begging for extra attention. Before she could stop me, I bent down and kissed her navel. Then I stood up again and my hand touched her lower tummy. She glanced at me as my hand met her cunt. Her legs spread slightly and I massaged... sorry, soaped her pubic area gently yet thoroughly. My cock loved the feeling and lifted again with it's eye pointing upward.
Sally noticed my lame attempts at 'soaping her privates' and she commented, "Dear boy, your soaping has affected your member... And in case you were wondering, it made me horny again too. Let's stop the soaping while we still on our feet, wash ourselves and return to bed."
"Sally dear, with pleasure."
She was walking behind me to bed and in the last minute pushed me on it, "Twice you made me feel special. First on this bed and then in the shower. Now it's my time to reciprocate. On your back big boy!"
I obeyed dutifully.
She climbed on the bed and began licking my nipples one after the other. It was ticklish, yet pleasant. Her face continued southward, crossing my six pack on the way to my genitals. My prick sensed her approaching and jumped up in no time. Sally's lips kissed it just below my navel. Her hand tried to wrap around it, cupping 3/4 of the circumference. She raised it to better capture it between her lips. Her mouth fought to enlarge enough to insert it inside, squeezing the spongy head in the process. Her soft palate and tongue felt terrific and my cock rose another notch. Sally tried her best to get as much of it as she could, but her lack of experience showed and only about 1/2 my meat was eventually in her hot mouth. She started sucking on it in earnest, while both her hands encircled my shaft, rubbing it up and down as well as around and around. Her unusual maneuvers worked well and my arousal kept progressing toward a pleasurable climax. Bending over my lower body and moving back and forth exposed her jiggling perky tits, which inevitably enhanced my excitement further.
I was closing fast on my orgasm, but I didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not now. I'd do it later. Now I wanted to conquer her pussy. I tasted her sweet cunt earlier and now it was time for the two of us to enjoy our bonding with an enjoyable intercourse.
I cautiously removed my hard cock from her mouth, moved between her thighs and placed the mushroomed head against her entrance. I began moving my pole up and down along her moist lips, while my palms tweaked her sensitive nipples. Each time my dick touched her clit she groaned.
I continued my action, gradually pushing my engorged organ harder against her nub. Sally's body began countering my movements and then she put her hand between us, trying to insert my pecker inside of her. It wasn't what I wanted. She was mine now and I wanted her to feel it. To know it. To admit it!...
I grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head with one hand. I continued manipulating her cunt with my bulge, crushing her clit at an increasing speed. She resisted for another minute and then she whispered, "Howard, enough with the games. I am ready for you and you are ready too. Don't torture me."
I gazed into her eyes and blurted, "No Sally, that's not good enough. If you want to climax again, I do not want to hear nice words. Tell me straight and dirty what you really want me to do!"
I continued for another long moment before she gave up and cried, "Please Howard, fuck me! I want you to shove your big cock in my cunt and I wish to feel you cumming inside me. NOW!!!..."
I whispered in her ear, "That's better my love."
Then I slowly pushed my tumescent cock into her pussy, giving the tight tunnel enough time to expand appropriately. As my prick passed the halfway distance mark, Sally's body shuddered violently with another powerful orgasm. I patiently continued advancing forward, making sure that I did not hurt her unused vagina. It wasn't easy for me, because I was highly aroused and my body ached to make it faster and stronger. But I resisted. Eventually my sac met her butt. I was all the way in and I felt her cervix against my elongated pole!
I bent toward her ear and blurted. "Lady, here, take it!" I started pounding her pussy at an increasing rate and power, reaching top gear about 2 minutes later. All that time Sally's body was jerking and shivering in uncontrolled fashion. Her mouth was wide open due to her irregular breathing, unintelligible mumbling and the occasional cry. My own climax was fast approaching too.
As I felt my spunk about to explode, I whispered to her, "Lady, you are mine now. Here I cum..." My thumb pushed hard against her clit and my cock began it's final dance in her womb, spewing hot lava directly onto her tortured cervix.
Sally's unrestrained body jiggling continued for several moments after I was done. After 10 minutes I turned to her and gently caressed her hair, as I kissed her lips lightly. Her respiration returned to normal and her lips spread for me with a moan.
Few moments later she opened her eyes and glanced at my face, "Are you sure you are an architect?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I am no expert on the subject, but if I had to guess your profession based on the way you used my body today, I'd say that you were one of the sex idols in porno movies..."
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