"T" and I Talk,..And....
Looking forward to seeing my "Auntie T" was a great thing to ponder...usually good conversation, a good treat on a Saturday afternoon and of course for the last several months...intimacy actually initiated by her. On believe it or not...at the suggestion of my late Mother...."T's" twin. I had always had a 'thing" for my aunt, a short in stature but beautifully built "mini BBW" in my eyes....her wonderful legs caught my eyes at a young age, perfect calves, but she never showed thighs until a fateful day when I was quite young. She invited me to sit next to her as she put on nylons to go to town and also bring me home....Yes, that day I was quite taken by her magnificently sculpted calves, and ample soft interesting thighs. I wondered for years what they felt like to touch or rub...yes, about 15 years later I found out! We usually got together on Saturday afternoon for years after she became a widow, I helped her with chores. An earlier story of mine, "Auntie Finally Acquiesces" tells of our transition from "relation " to "relations." What a ride it has been the last few months.
As always, when I entered her back door of her pleasant farm house, I wondered what was in store...as she and yes, I, had revealed a lot to one another, plus I learned she was more sexually in tune than I had ever dreamed. She even at my request altered a few of her old clothes to be much more revealing....yes, those legs were occasionally on display much to my delight, I was not averse to some cellulite and a few spider veins! This day though, had a different feel when I arrived, no coffee brewing, standard house coat covering her, and a somewhat pensive look about her. We seated ourselves in her den on an antique love seat that was basically for looks. I sat back against the cushion, she sat "side-saddle" backed up against the right arm. She studied my face before glancing off saying, "You know, we have had a lot of fun sharing or bodies lately and being I am so much older than you, I can't help but thing you are maybe getting bored with me and this body of mine....I look at myself in the mirror after you have left and wonder if you are tiring of this...I'm silver headed, somewhat saggy here and there, especially my modest tits that I know young men admire larger, firmer ones, my tummy sags a bit, my belly even more, my hips are wide, my legs rippled a bit and have a few veins showing, even my "mound" under my hair down there is beginning to droop also, but that being said, I still enjoy our time together....I just want to make sure you are not bored and feel obligated.
For certain I was not growing bored in any sense of the word with her...gosh, I had learned and seen so much and looked forward to more, I thought. It seemed every encounter was better than the last, not just more of the same as, I discovered she had a lot of experience to offer, way beyond what I thought of as a staid farmer's wife. By instinct I reached for her hands in her lap and looked into her eyes and said, "Please don't ever think I am becoming complacent with our deal, far from it, I usually can't wait for Saturday afternoon...Please, oh please let my eyes be the mirror that beholds you...when I cup your face in my hands I feel the softness of your cheeks and your gaze....your neck too and round shoulders, and yes too, your soft upper arms...I enjoy feeling your sides too down to feeling the delectable flare of your hips...not mention your beautiful bust with the soft forgiving flesh I love to fondle with my hands and then feel those firm nipples with my lips and tongue! Please understand that I am still quite taken by you AND your body!"
She rubbed her hand on my arm while she offered, "Oh, I so glad you still feel as you did that day in the car when we decided to start this...I just really want to make sure you want to continue ...I sure enjoy and look forward to our afternoons together too...I guess too, you have realized there are things I want to re-experience so you can also." She than looked me in the eyes and stated, "You know, way back in my early married days, sex was the cheapest entertainment in those tough times. Now in my widowhood, I miss that fun."
I couldn't help but be appreciative of her offerings to me, I had carried a torch for her for many years until now when we revealed ourselves to each other. Continuing to compliment her, I mentioned, " You know those legs just thrill me with their shape, and touch, the passage of time just makes them more interesting to behold and to touch, not to mention that lovely place where they meet! My goodness, what a sight to see and to feel. And yes, your behind is an absolute work of art to see and touch! I love to watch it move when you walk, clothed or not! And then, yes, your hair, that neat little patch of curls, made that much sexier by the feel of your mound becoming more prominent as you age....yes, you are my Venus! I look forward to the times when my hand is on your hair and my palm discerns your mound while my finger searches for your lovely vaginal slit. Yes, you are a joy to explore and play with no matter your age...I'm just so pleased to be with you."
"Oh, you really must mean what you say....I'm so sorry I had my doubts about your interest in me," she answered. Then she literally lunged toward me and smothered me with kisses. We stood up in an embrace and she took my hand to lead me to her bedroom. For once, I had to help her open the bed...something new...then she shed her knee length house coat and I shed my jeans, shirt and briefs...of course already sporting an erection. The room was somewhat dark as it was late on a Fall afternoon...she lay in the middle of her bed and I approached her to be atop her. We both were ready for the inevitable with a minimum of foreplay, as our talk had taken care of that. My hands reached her breasts and I tightened a grip on them, they were so inviting. I squeezed them together and knelt down to suck her nipples...I never tired of having my hands and mouth on those wonderful B-cups...Somehow, she reached a new level of agility and her legs drew up alongside my torso, her feet almost at my ears, I glanced down to see her vaginal slit almost parallel to the bed, she almost pleaded for me to enter her, of course I tried and succeeded, and began to plunge my dick into her vigorously...of course this caused her to holler out phrases in Swedish as she had done in the past a couple times...we were both so turned on by one another, I suppose wanting to make up for an doubts during our talk of a few minutes past.
She squealed some more, I asked if I was hurting her, "No!" she exclaimed, "It's a good hurt, don't stop! I feel I'm so much tighter for you with my legs stretched back toward me!"
I sure was not going to argue with her experience that learned more about with each encounter we shared. I even noticed the back side of her legs were stretched and looked like 20 years had been erased! I kept pumping and enjoying every tight stroke...Wow, what a feeling to have after our discussion! But soon I could sense she was tiring of her contorted, yet truly sexy position and let legs slip along my body to where her feet rested on the bed, and her knees pointed up, spread wide to accommodate our favorite position. Now I could view more of her body, let my groin meet hers at the bottom of each stroke...watch her breasts wiggle and sway as I shoved with pleasure my hard dick into her willing pussy! "That's the way you really like it," she noticed. "Yes," I answered, "I can see and admire so much of your pleasing body."
"Are you about ready?" she queried, "You must be by now."
I sure was near climax after watching her enjoy me enjoying her...soon I began to spurt my bounty into her for what always felt like the first time, but in reality, the encounters kept occurring, much to my satisfaction not to mention hers also. I kept moving in an out of her even as my erection began to wilt...of course, I never want it to cease. I finally stopped moving, and let myself gently lay atop her as I could sense our comingled juices leak past my shrinking dick. We kissed a few times and I rolled to her side to give her a chance to relax. She looked into my eyes and offered, "You know, I realize now you do like being with this old lady, don't you?"
"How could I not like and enjoy you and your interesting body...you certainly have something I enjoy to feel and look at and, just maybe you like sharing yourself with me and re-living fun times of your past," I philosophized.
She kissed me and said, "You know, it took me a while realize we just might enjoy one another....I won't soon regret our talk in the car driving back from the foothills..." Then whispered to me...."and the suggestion by my late twin sister....your mother."
I also mentioned to her, "I sure like that you took me up on my suggestion to "show off" a little by altering some of your clothes so I could enjoy the entirety of your wonderful legs and nicely shaped "bazooms" as you call them....here all these years you walked around her too covered up and I left here wondering what you were like under those clothes, now I know and really like coming to visit you, have coffee and you know...."
"Yes, I know too, you like to have sex with me, and me with you, and sometimes, like just now you gave me what all women enjoy once in a while," she stated
"What is that?" I asked.
"A real good fucking, like just now! Even though I don't like that word, sometimes it just says it all. Of course, I enjoy the gentler love making too, you are catching on well." she complimented.
The two of us cleaned up, re-dressed and shared our good-byes until next time...as I drove away, I thought....this isn't romance, the word respect is not really proper, so I smiled to myself and thought, well, admiration and satisfaction will do nicely......already looking forward to next time...and those soft, chunky thighs....Ahhhhh.
As always, when I entered her back door of her pleasant farm house, I wondered what was in store...as she and yes, I, had revealed a lot to one another, plus I learned she was more sexually in tune than I had ever dreamed. She even at my request altered a few of her old clothes to be much more revealing....yes, those legs were occasionally on display much to my delight, I was not averse to some cellulite and a few spider veins! This day though, had a different feel when I arrived, no coffee brewing, standard house coat covering her, and a somewhat pensive look about her. We seated ourselves in her den on an antique love seat that was basically for looks. I sat back against the cushion, she sat "side-saddle" backed up against the right arm. She studied my face before glancing off saying, "You know, we have had a lot of fun sharing or bodies lately and being I am so much older than you, I can't help but thing you are maybe getting bored with me and this body of mine....I look at myself in the mirror after you have left and wonder if you are tiring of this...I'm silver headed, somewhat saggy here and there, especially my modest tits that I know young men admire larger, firmer ones, my tummy sags a bit, my belly even more, my hips are wide, my legs rippled a bit and have a few veins showing, even my "mound" under my hair down there is beginning to droop also, but that being said, I still enjoy our time together....I just want to make sure you are not bored and feel obligated.
For certain I was not growing bored in any sense of the word with her...gosh, I had learned and seen so much and looked forward to more, I thought. It seemed every encounter was better than the last, not just more of the same as, I discovered she had a lot of experience to offer, way beyond what I thought of as a staid farmer's wife. By instinct I reached for her hands in her lap and looked into her eyes and said, "Please don't ever think I am becoming complacent with our deal, far from it, I usually can't wait for Saturday afternoon...Please, oh please let my eyes be the mirror that beholds you...when I cup your face in my hands I feel the softness of your cheeks and your gaze....your neck too and round shoulders, and yes too, your soft upper arms...I enjoy feeling your sides too down to feeling the delectable flare of your hips...not mention your beautiful bust with the soft forgiving flesh I love to fondle with my hands and then feel those firm nipples with my lips and tongue! Please understand that I am still quite taken by you AND your body!"
She rubbed her hand on my arm while she offered, "Oh, I so glad you still feel as you did that day in the car when we decided to start this...I just really want to make sure you want to continue ...I sure enjoy and look forward to our afternoons together too...I guess too, you have realized there are things I want to re-experience so you can also." She than looked me in the eyes and stated, "You know, way back in my early married days, sex was the cheapest entertainment in those tough times. Now in my widowhood, I miss that fun."
I couldn't help but be appreciative of her offerings to me, I had carried a torch for her for many years until now when we revealed ourselves to each other. Continuing to compliment her, I mentioned, " You know those legs just thrill me with their shape, and touch, the passage of time just makes them more interesting to behold and to touch, not to mention that lovely place where they meet! My goodness, what a sight to see and to feel. And yes, your behind is an absolute work of art to see and touch! I love to watch it move when you walk, clothed or not! And then, yes, your hair, that neat little patch of curls, made that much sexier by the feel of your mound becoming more prominent as you age....yes, you are my Venus! I look forward to the times when my hand is on your hair and my palm discerns your mound while my finger searches for your lovely vaginal slit. Yes, you are a joy to explore and play with no matter your age...I'm just so pleased to be with you."
"Oh, you really must mean what you say....I'm so sorry I had my doubts about your interest in me," she answered. Then she literally lunged toward me and smothered me with kisses. We stood up in an embrace and she took my hand to lead me to her bedroom. For once, I had to help her open the bed...something new...then she shed her knee length house coat and I shed my jeans, shirt and briefs...of course already sporting an erection. The room was somewhat dark as it was late on a Fall afternoon...she lay in the middle of her bed and I approached her to be atop her. We both were ready for the inevitable with a minimum of foreplay, as our talk had taken care of that. My hands reached her breasts and I tightened a grip on them, they were so inviting. I squeezed them together and knelt down to suck her nipples...I never tired of having my hands and mouth on those wonderful B-cups...Somehow, she reached a new level of agility and her legs drew up alongside my torso, her feet almost at my ears, I glanced down to see her vaginal slit almost parallel to the bed, she almost pleaded for me to enter her, of course I tried and succeeded, and began to plunge my dick into her vigorously...of course this caused her to holler out phrases in Swedish as she had done in the past a couple times...we were both so turned on by one another, I suppose wanting to make up for an doubts during our talk of a few minutes past.
She squealed some more, I asked if I was hurting her, "No!" she exclaimed, "It's a good hurt, don't stop! I feel I'm so much tighter for you with my legs stretched back toward me!"
I sure was not going to argue with her experience that learned more about with each encounter we shared. I even noticed the back side of her legs were stretched and looked like 20 years had been erased! I kept pumping and enjoying every tight stroke...Wow, what a feeling to have after our discussion! But soon I could sense she was tiring of her contorted, yet truly sexy position and let legs slip along my body to where her feet rested on the bed, and her knees pointed up, spread wide to accommodate our favorite position. Now I could view more of her body, let my groin meet hers at the bottom of each stroke...watch her breasts wiggle and sway as I shoved with pleasure my hard dick into her willing pussy! "That's the way you really like it," she noticed. "Yes," I answered, "I can see and admire so much of your pleasing body."
"Are you about ready?" she queried, "You must be by now."
I sure was near climax after watching her enjoy me enjoying her...soon I began to spurt my bounty into her for what always felt like the first time, but in reality, the encounters kept occurring, much to my satisfaction not to mention hers also. I kept moving in an out of her even as my erection began to wilt...of course, I never want it to cease. I finally stopped moving, and let myself gently lay atop her as I could sense our comingled juices leak past my shrinking dick. We kissed a few times and I rolled to her side to give her a chance to relax. She looked into my eyes and offered, "You know, I realize now you do like being with this old lady, don't you?"
"How could I not like and enjoy you and your interesting body...you certainly have something I enjoy to feel and look at and, just maybe you like sharing yourself with me and re-living fun times of your past," I philosophized.
She kissed me and said, "You know, it took me a while realize we just might enjoy one another....I won't soon regret our talk in the car driving back from the foothills..." Then whispered to me...."and the suggestion by my late twin sister....your mother."
I also mentioned to her, "I sure like that you took me up on my suggestion to "show off" a little by altering some of your clothes so I could enjoy the entirety of your wonderful legs and nicely shaped "bazooms" as you call them....here all these years you walked around her too covered up and I left here wondering what you were like under those clothes, now I know and really like coming to visit you, have coffee and you know...."
"Yes, I know too, you like to have sex with me, and me with you, and sometimes, like just now you gave me what all women enjoy once in a while," she stated
"What is that?" I asked.
"A real good fucking, like just now! Even though I don't like that word, sometimes it just says it all. Of course, I enjoy the gentler love making too, you are catching on well." she complimented.
The two of us cleaned up, re-dressed and shared our good-byes until next time...as I drove away, I thought....this isn't romance, the word respect is not really proper, so I smiled to myself and thought, well, admiration and satisfaction will do nicely......already looking forward to next time...and those soft, chunky thighs....Ahhhhh.
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