I reach out and feel the fullness of her thigh.

Her skin is soft and warm. Slowly I stroke her.

She’s ready for my touch, she sighs and squishes down in the bed, raising her arms above her head.

My hand enjoys the feel of her body as it teasingly works its way from her thigh,to her breasts.

I love her breasts. They’re firm, like a teenagers, not too big, perfect infact.

Despite the fact that she says her breasts are the least sensitive part of her body.

Her nipples stiffen to my touch, and I can feel it hard, in the centre of my palm as I cup the whole of her breast in my hand.

Her eyes are closed, she’s relaxed, trusting me to make her feel good.

Not wanting to show favour, I give the same attention to her right breast, that I gave to the left.

There’s no rush, I enjoy the sensation of skin on skin. I want to bite her nipples, but she’s not keen on this, and I don’t trust myself not too bite to hard.

I can see her naked shoulders, the curve of her neck.

Reluctantly I leave her breast, but the enjoyment of the curve of her shoulders rewards my gently massaging hands.

I brush her breasts fleetingly as I work my way back down to her belly.

I love her belly. The curve of it, the softness.

As I stroke her, I uncover her.

I admire her nakedness. She could be asleep, sometimes she is.

As I caress her belly, I enjoy the visual treat before me.

I could just uncover her completely, but it’s so much more erotic to expose her as I go.

I can see the start of the swell of her hips. Her hips are heavy and full, but that’s fine by me. She has fantastic hips.

As I stroke them I recall how I used to grip them from behind, as I’d get her on her knees pushing her legs apart and thrust myself deep inside her, rushing us to our joint climax.

But not now. She’s mid menopause, and my knees won’t let me, anyway.

Now we make love differently.

It’s so much more sensual, so much more erotic.

My fingers feel her pubic hair.

Soft silky strands, I brush it lightly, smoothing it, combing it with my fingers.

She doesn’t shave or wax, just a tidy up. I have shaved her, and I remember how beautiful her naked cunt looked. But she doesn’t like the growing back and I don’t live with her, to keep it smooth. Or I would.

I think she’s sleeping, her breathing is so deep and steady.

But then there’s movement, and she has my cock in her hand.

She feels my shaft, tests it for stiffness , then she cups my balls.

Her right leg goes over my legs, and I’m pulled in tight to her body, my erection trapped between us. I ease it out and enjoy the sensation of my cock on her soft warm thigh.

She covers it with her hand, pressing it into her thigh, then she grips it, fingers probing the root, she starts to rub it, teasingly so.

I push the quilt down further, over her belly, past her pubic mound.

I feast on the vision before me.

Her voluptuousness fills me with lust.

Like a voyeur I gaze longingly at her charms, and I recommence my attentions.

Her legs are parted, and she pushes up to meet my hand as I cover her mound.

I know she’s aroused, her mound is swollen and enlarged.

My middle finger starts to tease her lips open.

I need lubricant, so I salivate and putting my fingers in my mouth I inhale her intimate perfume, I take my spit, and transfer it to her lips.

She’s slightly open, and the moisture helps me to slip just the tip of my finger into her.

She gasps, her hand squeezes my  cock tighter and she pumps it faster.

I’m in no danger of cumming too quickly. I’m in my 70s.

She’s 20 years younger than me. Penetration is painful for her due to the menopause, but we still want to make love.

Gently I ease my finger in and out. She’s so tight, I wonder how I ever got my cock in her.

Her legs widen and her hips raise.

She’s wanking me faster now, trying to get me aroused and to speed up with what I’m doing to her, too. I know she wants to make me cum with her. Shoot my cum across her thighs and belly, she likes that.

But I slow, withdraw my finger, tease her clit, she moans.

I have other plans.

I take my finger away and suck it.

She tastes delicious, her scent,so erotic.

I caress her breasts, stroke them, squeezing the stiff nipples.

My hand roams slowly over her belly. She’s moving sensuously.

I cup her mound, and she pushes up into my hand.

She’s properly open now.

I slip my, once again hastily moistened, middle finger in.

I can go a bit deeper than earlier.

She’s pushed the pillow back and her head is flat on the bed.

Her body is arching as my finger pleasures her.

I can feel her clit along my finger, like a miniature dick, it’s pressing into my massaging .

She’s starting to cum..

I remove my hand and caress her thighs, she’s kicked the quilt off and is completely uncovered and I admire and appreciate her naked body.

Her legs are spread wide, her right one over my legs holds me in place.

I know she’s desperate for me to go back to her throbbing centre.

“Do you want me to make you cum”

“Mmmmm”

“Say it” ..

“Please” she mumbles

“What did you say “ I ask

“Please make me cum” her eyes are tightly shut.

Her body is so tense, so tight, almost like a balloon about to burst.

She had been right on the edge, but I’d allowed her orgasm to subside.

The trick to it is not to let it subside too far.

She’s really rubbing me now, she’s pumping me, and she’s squeezing my cock so tightly.

I’ve got all my middle finger in, and like I would fuck her with my cock, I take it right out to the tip and slowly reinsert it.

My finger is slippery and she’s nicely wet.

She’s starting to convulse, at first she’s pushing into what I’m doing, and then pulling back.

She’s in my control, it’s for me to decide when she cums.

“Is that nice”

“Mmmmm”

I’m finger-fucking her faster now.

All in, then all out, up across her engorged clit, a sort of circle round that, then achingly slowly, sliding it back into her.

I push in as far as I can now.

I curve my finger inside her, in a beckoning motion, as if to beckon her orgasm.

She’s gripping my cock so hard, any attempt to masturbate me has gone.

It’s now serving the purpose of a handle.

She’s holding on to it, for dear life, as she starts to orgasm.

“Gently, gently, gently “ she pleads.

I’m now barely touching her.

My finger is out of her, just the lightest touch on her open fanny lips.

“Oh fuck” she cries out..”oh god”

And she convulses like she’s been shocked with a portable defibrillator.

Bucking and thrusting she’s cumming…

I struggle to keep my finger on her as she writhes in pleasure.

As she calms down I stop.

Her hand stars to move on my cock.

First she’s squeezing it.

Then she’s rubbing it.

She massages my bollocks and they tighten to her touch.

As I ease my way up her body, she’s squeezing and rubbing me.

Enjoying the sight of her nakedness, I’m hard with desire for her, she looks amazingly sexy as she lays spread and spent alongside me.

I’m near her face, she can’t wank me anymore, I take over.

“Please” I say.

She leans into me, takes my cock in her hand, gently rubbing it.

As her lips close around my pulsing prick, my cum starts to shoots into her mouth.

She gazes lovingly up at me as she gently sucks me out.

She squeezes my bollocks to drain the last from me, and we collapse into each others arms.

I love watching her as I’m making her orgasm.