Straight Female / 53
Felling Young Again
Let me introduce myself. My name is Marta, I am 53, divorced of a 22 year marriage with two children, now out of college. My friends call me Birdie. My hometown where I grew up has fallen on hard times since the autoparts plant shutdown. My job with the county tax office has been remote for many months.
My friend Glenda suggested we do something brave, go out of town. During the summer we rented a house on the lake for a week. We drove the three hours and settled into the lakeside bungalow. My goal for the week was to read, sleep, work on crossword puzzles. Glenda is the social one, her goal was to meet someone new.
She talked the ears off the man who lived on the lake full time. She invited him for dinner, which is when I met him. He was funny, good company, a widower, a virile looking man despite his age. During dinner he touched my hand several times. Maybe the wine went to my head, but I felt like a teenager again.
I won't claim to be open about sex, I tend to be reserved. When he asked if I was up to a bit of the in and out I choked. When he asked how I liked it, I babbled. He wasn't one for wasting time, not when he only had a week. I spent an extra few minutes that night admiring my maternal breasts, my heavy thighs, my hidden treasure box. Pinching myself I woke up and went to bed.
Joe, I'll call him Joe, asked me the next day if I wanted to go with him to a secluded swimming hole, where we could enjoy the morning au natural, and maybe find some time to get close together. Everything in my head yelled no, warning, stay away. But my heart and the heat between my legs was not listening to my head. For such a man, he was more than well hung. Made my ex husband look like a boy. This was a man.
Out there with no walls, I kept myself on all fours while his manhood dug deep into me. My heart racing, I shouted don't stop, don't cheat me now. After an hour in the sun on a rock, I took my turn, with his manhood in my hand I savored him all. Every bit of his manhood, rock hard, behaved in my hand until even he could not control spat out into my face, my hair, my bare breasts.
To continue with a blow by blow would be unfair to me, for four days he made sure that not only he came to visit, he came along with his friendly weapon, which he deployed morning, noon and night. By the time my week was up, I'd been treated to my wild time in the sun. I went home, renewed, a woman again, with the memory of Mighty Moe on my mind.
Glenda? I suppose she found things to do.
My friend Glenda suggested we do something brave, go out of town. During the summer we rented a house on the lake for a week. We drove the three hours and settled into the lakeside bungalow. My goal for the week was to read, sleep, work on crossword puzzles. Glenda is the social one, her goal was to meet someone new.
She talked the ears off the man who lived on the lake full time. She invited him for dinner, which is when I met him. He was funny, good company, a widower, a virile looking man despite his age. During dinner he touched my hand several times. Maybe the wine went to my head, but I felt like a teenager again.
I won't claim to be open about sex, I tend to be reserved. When he asked if I was up to a bit of the in and out I choked. When he asked how I liked it, I babbled. He wasn't one for wasting time, not when he only had a week. I spent an extra few minutes that night admiring my maternal breasts, my heavy thighs, my hidden treasure box. Pinching myself I woke up and went to bed.
Joe, I'll call him Joe, asked me the next day if I wanted to go with him to a secluded swimming hole, where we could enjoy the morning au natural, and maybe find some time to get close together. Everything in my head yelled no, warning, stay away. But my heart and the heat between my legs was not listening to my head. For such a man, he was more than well hung. Made my ex husband look like a boy. This was a man.
Out there with no walls, I kept myself on all fours while his manhood dug deep into me. My heart racing, I shouted don't stop, don't cheat me now. After an hour in the sun on a rock, I took my turn, with his manhood in my hand I savored him all. Every bit of his manhood, rock hard, behaved in my hand until even he could not control spat out into my face, my hair, my bare breasts.
To continue with a blow by blow would be unfair to me, for four days he made sure that not only he came to visit, he came along with his friendly weapon, which he deployed morning, noon and night. By the time my week was up, I'd been treated to my wild time in the sun. I went home, renewed, a woman again, with the memory of Mighty Moe on my mind.
Glenda? I suppose she found things to do.
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