Although 50+, I’m still very horny. I’ve often wondered where being a lusty male stops being sexy, and where a dirty old man starts being a turn-off. So to be on the safe side, I haven’t made sexual advances to women for several years. I’ve been happily married for more than thirty years, and apart from strays into occasional sexual adventures, I’ve been a dedicated and thoughtful husband and father. Until yesterday. I receive an IT service from a local company, which I have often needed to call for advice or support. Over the months I have become attracted to the receptionist, Sue-Anne, who is in her early thirties. She has dark hair, the most alluring dark eyes and moves with the poise and grace of a ballerina. That makes me think that she enjoys her body with a discreet physicality. She also displays an intelligent and adventurous mind. No wonder then, that even getting an e-mail from her is immensely arousing! Sue-Anne also works part-time in a local pub, and I was curious as to why I had never seen her with a boyfriend, or in the company of a single male. To cut to the chase, over the last couple of weeks, we’ve been sending increasingly suggestive e-mails to each other. Almost in a coded language – she is very poetic – about nothing of any substance. I mentioned that I’d been tempted to take some time out to go sailing, to which I received an almost instant reply, subtly suggesting that she, too, would enjoy some time on the lake. I waited a couple of days before replying and inviting her to spend an afternoon sailing with me. Sue-Anne agreed, and we set the date for yesterday. As luck would have it, the warm spell continued. We went down to the lake together. I brought some bottles of wine, plenty of fruit, French bread and cheese. I tried to remain calm and collected about the trip, and tried not to build expectations from either of us. Sue-Anne maintained her demur disposition, even though she was wearing brief shorts that showed her sleek swarthy legs to perfection, and a cropped blouse, the frills on which only served to highlight her voluptuous curves. I was wearing scruffy shorts and a tee-shirt, but I’ve never been a tidy dresser. I rowed her to the boat in the tender. She sat in the stern, and looking at her in the sunlight I felt the sap rising in my manhood before we even reached the boat, and wondered how she’d react if she noticed. Once aboard we got the sails up, slipped the mooring, and we were loose. After an hour of gentle conversation and steady sailing, we decided to anchor in a quiet bay. I suggested we went ashore to a little wooded valley for a picnic. Sue-Anne readily agreed, and we cast off in the tender laden with wine, food and a blanket. A few glasses later, and Sue-Anne was thoroughly relaxed, lying on her front on the blanket. She started laughing to herself about how naughty it was to take time out with this married man. I jokingly said she should be punished. I looked at her shorts, barely covering her pert buttocks, and without a further thought, gave each cheek a hearty slap with my flip-flop. She said “Ow!” and continued to laugh, but didn’t turn over. Her cheeks had reddened slightly. I was surprised at my boldness, but repeated the action, saying “naughty girls get what they deserve!” She exclaimed and laughed again. I stroked her buttocks; she sighed lightly and I smacked her with my hand, before stroking them again. With the lightest motion she raised them to me slightly, and I began to mould them with both hands, moving the fabric of her shorts into her crack. This time a more audible sigh from Sue-Anne gave me the message I was longing for. Now my manhood was straining in my shorts. She turned over, and smiling all the time, said “It looks as if you’re raising an issue!” “What do you expect, you naughty temptress!” I replied. She put her arms around me and gave a long passionate kiss, working her tongue around mine. I worked my hands over her blouse, loosened it, and cupped my hands around her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were like hard buttons, and soon my tongue was twirling them around and she began to pant loudly. Sue-Anne reached out for my captive cock. She sat up as I knelt before her, and she brought down my shorts to release my proud member. I know it’s only seven inches, but I’m particularly proud of my unusually large, thick glans, and she gasped with delight when it sprang out before her. Within seconds she was kissing around my lower abdomen and upper thighs. I felt her hot breath against my stiff rod. She was licking and teasing me. Her left hand began to stroke my balls. I felt for her shorts, pulled them down – she was wearing no panties – and plunged my hand through her thick dark bush and into her delightful quim. Sue-Anne squirmed with delight and locked her lips around the bulging end of my cock, releasing her blouse from her arms on the way. My tee shirt was gone as well, and we were both as naked as nature intended; the trees of the little valley offering us dappled shade. It was pure ecstasy, and we both abandoned our earlier displays of sophistication. We were heading for the opposite end of the spectrum of human feeling – towards brutish lust – and I headed with my eager tongue to taste the honeydew from her clitoris. For what seemed a glorious age, we squirmed, heaved and wriggled in a loose sixty-nine, stroking, probing, lapping, sucking, licking and slurping our juices. She began deep, guttural sighs as I sucked on the top of her labia. I tongued her clitoris in long languid strokes to each sigh. The sighs turned to moans and got louder. I was unrelenting. At last she shuddered and with a long roar fell back. Her fanny gushed over my face. I lapped at Sue-Anne’s sweet juices as if drinking from a well of holy water. She quietened and relaxed, leaving her gaping temple to quieter, more gentle attention from my lips and tongue. I stopped and swung back on my haunches. I gazed down on such beauty. Her face and neck were flushed. Her thighs glistened . Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her large dark nipples crested the firmest breasts it had been my fortune to savour. Slowly Sue-Anne stirred and sat upright. “That was fantastic!” she said. ”Now I’m going to pleasure you to heaven before you fill me with that thick weapon of yours.” She glided up to me, lay me back, put my arms above my head and worked her mouth down my body to my rampant cock. She nibbled sucked and worshipped it. She took it deep and wanked my shaft. She fondled by balls, licked them and explored the whole terrain of my groin. I felt ready to explode. Sensing that, she squeezed the base and blew lightly across my pre-cum until my fervour subsided. “Oh no you don’t”, said she. “I want you to empty your seed deep in my cunt!” Then she straddled me. I saw her dark bush descend on my cock, and felt its warmth envelop me. She slowly began to build up her moans again, riding harder and harder, grinding her fanny down to my balls and back. And then we began to climax together. The noise we were making shattered the surrounding woodland. I exploded and pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into Sue-Anne. She threw back her head and roared like a banshee. Then gently, gently she dismounted. With feathery kisses she took her lips down my body and sucked long and slowly on the purple end of my manhood, breathing the words “this is just the beginning…I want to share your body…”