Straight Male / 56
I Never Knew Sex Could Be So Much Fun
We are going to the beach later this summer. We, as in my daughter's family and me. I lost my wife many years ago in a car wreck, and my daughter feels it's her job, duty, to make sure I'm not alone. I go because my grandsons are 9 and 7 and beach week is lots of fun for them. But. that in no way takes away the loneliness.
My daughter doesn't know, she's a good woman, but doesn't understand I need female company, as in vagina time. In my neighborhood we have a Walgreens. The lady who works the evening cashier makes conversation and on one occasion we talked for half an hour. She's in her late fifties, so am I, divorced for twenty years. In that conversation I let out, crude as it was, that losing my wife also meant I lost sex. I needed a vagina, if nothing else for one night.
She looked at me and told me she was looking for a penis, a hard, no nonsense penis to fuck her vagina. She took me off guard, I had never heard a woman say something like that. She challenged me, how about it, a fair trade, she brings her vagina to the party, I bring the penis and let the chips fall where they may.
She is a whole lot less inhibited than me. She met me at her doorstep in a see through pink nighty, her large breasts and dark nipples swaying back and forth. As she led me in it was obvious she was naked underneath. She got me a glass of wine, sat across from me, opening her legs asking me if it was good enough. She told me she had lubed herself up, she was looking forwards to my dick slipping in and out. With further ceremony she asked me to show her the goods, she hoped I'd taken the precaution to make sure I could get good and hard.
This old broad was more than I could handle, sex was not about intimacy, it was a knock down affair. I got hard enough, she was lubed up enough, half an hour later we were both naked in the kitchen with another glass of wine. It's hard to tell my daughter I'm not alone, I'm fucking my brains out and I can't keep up. But for my grandsons I'm taking the week off, so my daughter can feel like she's looking after her old man.
My daughter doesn't know, she's a good woman, but doesn't understand I need female company, as in vagina time. In my neighborhood we have a Walgreens. The lady who works the evening cashier makes conversation and on one occasion we talked for half an hour. She's in her late fifties, so am I, divorced for twenty years. In that conversation I let out, crude as it was, that losing my wife also meant I lost sex. I needed a vagina, if nothing else for one night.
She looked at me and told me she was looking for a penis, a hard, no nonsense penis to fuck her vagina. She took me off guard, I had never heard a woman say something like that. She challenged me, how about it, a fair trade, she brings her vagina to the party, I bring the penis and let the chips fall where they may.
She is a whole lot less inhibited than me. She met me at her doorstep in a see through pink nighty, her large breasts and dark nipples swaying back and forth. As she led me in it was obvious she was naked underneath. She got me a glass of wine, sat across from me, opening her legs asking me if it was good enough. She told me she had lubed herself up, she was looking forwards to my dick slipping in and out. With further ceremony she asked me to show her the goods, she hoped I'd taken the precaution to make sure I could get good and hard.
This old broad was more than I could handle, sex was not about intimacy, it was a knock down affair. I got hard enough, she was lubed up enough, half an hour later we were both naked in the kitchen with another glass of wine. It's hard to tell my daughter I'm not alone, I'm fucking my brains out and I can't keep up. But for my grandsons I'm taking the week off, so my daughter can feel like she's looking after her old man.
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