For reasons outside our control I hadn't seen Jean for several months. I should explain what USUALLY happens when I arrive at her front door. She invites me in; we say hello; have a polite (brief) kiss and a little hug. She takes the flowers I bought her (says thank you) and we wander into her kitchen where she puts the flowers into some water. She offers me wine (or a beer) which I accept and we sit on the sofa for a chat about our recent lives and news. After (say) 15 minutes I get a bit closer to her and we begin to kiss. The kisses get a bit more passionate and my hands wander over her body and she says something like "we'll be more comfortable in bed". We take our drinks and she leads me upstairs.
But after several moths abstinence, events were different. She invited me in and before I could give her the flowers, she kissed me... and it was a strong, forceful kiss. It took me by surprise, especially when it went on for much longer than the usual 2 or 3 seconds. I wrapped my arms around her (still holding the flowers) and we kissed very hard and passionately. We broke away and I said I had been thinking of being like a cave man and dragging her upstairs. Jean laughed and said she should - at least - put the flowers in some water first! We went to the kitchen and she put the flowers in a vase. We kissed again, very hard with tongues probing. She broke away and offered me some wine. I said that would be great, but we never got around to drinking any of it! We continued to kiss and I felt around her neck, breasts, back etc. I pushed her bum towards me and we both knew she could feel my erection. Eventually she broke away, turned around and led me by the hand through her lounge and up the stairs. In the bedroom our passionate kissing continued and I pulled her dress down to her waist so I could feel the skin on her back, shoulders etc. Her dress fell to the floor and my hands slipped down into her knickers and I felt her bum. My hands slid around the front and I stroked her most intimate area - all the while our hard, enthusiastic kissing continued. We broke away long enough to take our own clothes off and we fell onto her bed. She kissed me hard and I stroked and felt her skin all over. I kissed down her body and eventually arrived at her pussy. She opened her legs and I kissed and flicked her clitty with my tongue. She was moaning and sighing but quickly pulled at my head to say she wanted to see my face again. I probed her pussy with my fingers and massaged her clitty.
I climbed between her legs as she was holding my cock in her hand and gently pulling it towards her pussy. Her need was obvious and she guided me towards her pussy and I gently slipped inside her. Jean was sighing and beginning to pant. As soon as I was in as deep as I could go, she started to grind her clitty against me. She was very 'hot' and had obviously missed sex as much as I had! Her eyes were closed in concentration and all I did was make sure my cock was almost vertical and hard up against her clitty with the few gentle strokes I was making. After a few minutes (but I really wasn't checking the clock) Jean started to groan and she was grinding her clitty against me. She placed her hands on my bum and pushed in time with my strokes. I tried to slow things down a few times, almost pulling my cock out so she had nothing to grind against. But I only managed this for a few moments as she was so desperately in need of her orgasm and whispered 'please please please please please...' when I was almost out of her pussy - her words obviously asking me to slide my cock back deep inside her again.
One I was 'balls deep' I tried to vary things. I pushed myself up on outstretched arms and banged away. Sometimes with a few seconds between really deep, really, really hard thrusts. Each time I banged home, the bed wobbled and Jean gasped and arched her back. Other times I fucked away in quick time, not quite as deep, but one quick, hard thrust every half second. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she moaned. Not being a 30 year old I couldn't keep banking away - in quick time - for long! I allowed my arms to collapse and I fell onto her, squashing her boobs underneath me, I varied my position (a bit higher up her body) and made sure my cock was nearly vertical and rubbing against her clitty again. Jean's orgasm was starting to build and it didn't take long to arrive. Her cries of 'oh, oh, oh' we accompanied by her really grinding her clitty against my cock so hard I thought she might bruise it - and eventually going totally rigid, digging her rigid fingers into my bum, crying out 'aaahhhh....
I kept her going for a bit by moving my almost-vertical cock rotating in a half circle - a sort of 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock - back and forth, over and over again. Jean continued to say - semi incoherently - 'oh, oh, just there... oh my... I can't stop... ahh, so nice... God...' and so on. I wasn't moving much, just slowly rolling my cock between 10am and 2pm. There was hardly any friction on my cock but Jean's reaction was all too much. My orgasm arrived in a blast that had me curling my toes in the pleasure of it all. Jean squealed in delight as I groaned as my balls emptied inside of her. After a few moments I realised I was still semi hard - so restarted my 2am to 3pm semi-circular rotation. I'm not sure if Jean's orgasm was still going, of if she was just very sensitive, but she made a funny noise, a sort of 'oorrrrr' noise from deep in her throat.
Of course, (being 60+ years old) my erection subsided so I stopped moving. We just lay there, all hot and sweaty, hearts thumping away, still joined together. Eventually we grabbed a towel that she'd put on the bed beforehand, I rolled off her and we used the towel to save her sheets getting wet. After we'd calmed down we chatted away for another 30 minutes or something, just laying in each other's arms. We got up, had separate showers and went downstairs.
She served home-made spaghetti Bolognese and we drank some of the wine I'd brought along. I rinsed the plates afterwards and we sat on a sofa in her conservatory, drank wine, held hands, chatted and watched the sun go down. We hugged many times and I ended up with my arm behind her neck. Whilst chatting we lent against each other. Of course, our hands started to touch more intimate parts and Jean stood up and - without saying a word - led me by the hand upstairs to her bedroom.
Our clothes were quickly dropped to the floor, we fell onto the bed and I was kissing her all over, massaging her breasts etc. I started to kiss her down her breasts, tummy and was making my way to her pussy. She was sighing and moaning. I stopped and said she could decide - should I use my cock or use my tongue? I asked Jean what her preference was - cock of tongue? She said "cock was a much better idea". So... we were having sex for 20+ minutes and I then decided to pull out and pay some attention to her pussy with my lips and tongue anyway! I spent 5+ minutes licking her out and playing with her clitty with my tongue. She spread her pussy lips for me to give easier access and she sighed and moaned at my efforts.
Eventually she whispered "I need your cock again" so I moved between her thighs and she guided me in. Once inside her I varied my 'strokes'. Plunging into her from one side and then another. I rotated my cock and made sure I was rubbing against her clitty - and she was going quietly berserk! It was beautiful. She was moaning and groaning, telling me how nice it was. I got her to close her legs - with my legs outside hers. My cock wasn't in as deep but it allowed me to 'squat' on my folded thighs and rest my shoulders (yet) still move in and out of her pussy. I (again) made sure her clitty felt the movement of the knob of my cock.
She spread her legs again and I gave her the 'full stroke'. Long, deep, vigorous thrusts. I supported myself on my arms and pounded into her over and over again. Our sweaty thighs slapped together. Again I regularly made sure I was 'high up' - and my cock was nearly vertical - ensuring her clitty was in full benefit of my thrusting cock.
Whenever I took a break and stopped thrusting, Jean would rotate her hips, grinding herself against me. It was during this 'break' and I was allowing Jean to do the work that I became aware that my orgasm was going to arrive. (We'd been 'at it' for 35+ minutes) I told her to stop moving - which she did. But it was too late. We were just laying there, not moving and my orgasm just arrived without any effort from me or Jean. I said (something like) "Oh no - I'm sorry - I can't help it - arghhh..." And I orgasmed inside her, with a final lunge - plunging my cock inside her as far as I could go and flooding her pussy with my seed. I felt mortified - reaching my climax before Jean had hers. I'd often joked with Jean that 'The lady must cum first - it was the law". Once my cock had stopped throbbing I looked down at Jean and apologised. "Jean, I'm so sorry, that wasn't meant to happen, but I just couldn't help it." She smiled up at me, a twinkle in her eyes and said "It must be nice to lose control sometimes..."
Eventually it was time to go. In her hallway she thanked me for such a good evening ('thank you for satisfying my body'), we kissed, hugged and I departed.
