The afternoon had finally arrived. I was due to meet Jean at a Premier Inn about 8 miles away. I wasn't at work or anything, so had plenty of time to prepare and have a shower etc. I left in plenty of time and used my sat-nav to guide me. Sitting at a set of red traffic lights I became aware of my thumping heartbeat. I had never really known what 'heart in mouth' felt like, but I knew now. I was so anxious, so excited at seeing Jean, I had difficulty catching my breath and swallowing. I scolded myself: For goodness sake, I wasn't a passion struck adolescent! It might have been years since I'd had sex, but I wasn't about to lose my virginity. Jean and I had seemed to get on exceptionally well during our 'social meetings' in coffee shops and we were never struggling to find things to say to each other. The second meeting was my attempt to give Jean a second chance to say 'No' to a more intimate arrangement. However, when I leaned towards her to give her a peck on the cheek to say goodbye in the car park, she turned her face towards me at the last second and we ended up in a long, passionate kiss. My arousal had been complete and I was in no doubt that Jean could feel my hardness through our clothing. It all seemed too good to be true and I could hardly believe my luck at finding such a sexy woman. But, even so, I found it difficult to explain to myself the excitement I felt during my drive to the hotel.
She texted me saying she was in the car park - so I went down to meet her. We walked towards each other and embraced gently. We gave each other a few gentle kisses, just brushing lips. I took her small overnight bag, took her arm and guided her towards the entrance lobby. I complemented her on her dress and said she looked very smart - which she did. Once inside the bedroom I offered to make her some coffee. I didn't want to rush things. I put the kettle on but Jean touched my arm and I turned towards her: "Don't you think coffee can wait...?" I stared at her and saw that her smile was from 'ear to ear' and I could see the smile in her eyes too. We gently wrapped our arms around each other and kissed softly and tenderly. Within a few minutes our kissing had become more intense - our tongues were probing each other's mouths and our breathing had become fast and shallow. I pushed her gently towards the bed and she allowed herself to fall onto it. As I was still holding onto her, we fell together. I kissed her mouth and neck, sucked on her ear lobes and fondled her small breast through her dress and bra. She held onto me and continued to stroke my bulging erection through my trousers.
"Let's get this stuff off" she said, breaking away from me and pulling her dress over her head. I got off the bed and started to get undressed. Within a few minutes we were both laying back on the bed, naked and holding each other tight. Heading 'south' from her face I kissed her neck and then her breasts. After several minutes I was kissing her flat tummy and then started kissing her hips. I skirted around her loins, teasing her and thoroughly enjoying myself. Eventually I arrived at her shaved pussy and started to use my lips to kiss them and used my tongue to probe her lady lips. I gently inserted my tongue into her pussy and was intoxicated by the smell and taste of her femininity. My tongue circled and massaged her clitty and I enjoyed the response I felt from Jean. "Oh that's so nice..." she said softly and her hips gently bucked up towards me. After a few minutes I could feel her clitty stiffening and I allowed my tongue to get a bit more vigorous - flicking it up and down - and from side to side, sucking on it as well. Jean started to moan and I felt her hands holding the back of my head. Her pussy had been moist before but now it was positively wet. I had planned to stay 'down there' until I'd given her an orgasm but Jean had other ideas. She placed her hands under my jaw and started to pull me up towards her face. I stopped giving her pussy attention and kissed my way up her tummy, past her breasts and arrived at her smiling face. "Can I have the real thing, now, please...?" she asked.
I clambered between her thighs and she felt down for my engorged cock. She placed it at the entrance to her pussy and I very slowly and gently pushed into her. I had to adjust my angle a few times and I was constantly looking at her face for feedback. Was I at the wrong angle, was I hurting her?? But nothing seemed wrong and I eventually arrived - fully home. Balls deep. My arms were wrapped around her slim body and Jean wrapped her legs over mine and we kissed, deep and hard. Whilst we were kissing she started to move her hips. Using a slow circular motion she was massaging her pussy with my cock - and vice versa. I was in heaven.
After a few minutes I placed my elbows beside her head to support my body weight and started a slow rhythm, sliding my cock out and back into her pussy. All the while she kept rotating her hips, increasing the sensations for both of us. After 10 minutes or so I stopped, wriggled myself around, grabbed hold of her legs and placed her ankles on my shoulders. Nearly folding Jean in half, I got myself in as deep as I could go and started to pound into her more vigorously. She whimpered and groaned which told me she was enjoying my efforts. I could feel my climax starting to arrive, so stopped and allowed her legs to fall back down onto the bed. My heart was thumping away and Jean said she could feel it. "Let me do it for a bit..." she said. We uncoupled and she pushed at me - indicating I should lay on my back. She straddled me and guided my cock into her grateful, snug pussy. She varied her actions. Sometimes she bounced up and down as if she was on a rodeo horse. At other times she slid herself up and down my torso - or rolled from side to side. It gave us different and lovely sensations. I could read her face and knew she was enraptured. And I certainly knew what she was doing to my cock! At one point I pushed on her shoulders to make her sit up straight. I then transferred my hands to her small breasts and massaged and tweaked her nipples. She rolled her eyes and continued to rotate her pussy on my impaled cock.
Time just didn't mean anything. I'm sure someone could have shouted 'fire' and I wouldn't have taken any notice. My entire world was 'my cock' and 'Jean's pussy' and this sexy, attractive woman in my arms who was enjoying my body as much as I was enjoying hers. We tried lots of different positions. When we both wanted a rest, one of Jean's favourite: Both laying on our left sides, arranged like spoons - me being behind her. My cock in her pussy from behind. A bit like 'doggy' but whilst laying down. Very relaxing and lovely. I could hold her, massage her, slide my cock in and out a little, she could massage my balls and - still - she endlessly rotated her pussy on my cock.
After a while I climbed between her legs again and we coupled 'missionary' style. I slid in and out, the continual smile on her face and soft moans telling me she was enjoying it. At one stage I propped myself up and whilst on my knees, pulled her legs up and placed them either side of my head. Pulling on her thighs I slammed into her. Really vigorous thrusts, pounding into her. Fucking her. Her breasts wobbled and she gave a sharp grunt every time I smashed into her pussy.
In the end I collapsed onto her again - the standard missionary position. I slid into her from different angles. She gasped. She wrapped her arms around my head and held me close, my face buried in her neck, which I kissed and nibbled. She whimpered and I could sense her breathing becoming a bit more erratic. I held her close, wrapping my arms underneath her and I continued to push into her pussy over and over again. She started to move her hips up to meet mine and her breathing became faster and faster. "Oh yes, just there..." Her hip movements started to become more and more aggressive, her pubic bone grinding against mine. "Oh... Oh my God!" After a while her grinding movements became even more forceful. She was almost bending my cock in half as she rubbed it against her clitty. Her actions became almost frantic. "Don't move... Just there... Let me..." Again and again she ground the shaft of my cock against her clitty. "Oh, aagh..." I was in heaven - just watching her face. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh..." I had previously asked her if she was vocal during sex and she had told me that she "could be, given the right circumstances..." Well, she became very, very vocal. "Oh, yes, ahhh, AHHHH, YESSS, I'M GOING TO..." she screamed. I thought of the people in the next bedroom or in the corridor outside and wondered what they could hear. "AHHHHHH..." I smothered her open mouth with mine and gave her a deep, passionate kiss - partly in an effort to stifle voice. Over and over again she continued to try to bend my cock in half as she ground her clitty against it. After a few more moments she shuddered, went totally rigid and squeezed me tightly with her arms as her cries of "Aaahhhh" were suppressed by my mouth being planted firmly on her hers.
Eventually she came down from whatever cloud she was on, opened her eyes, and stared at me. Her monstrous smile told me all I wanted to know but she confirmed it anyway: "Oh my goodness, that was a bit lovely... thank you". I beamed down at her - my cock still planted very firmly in her pussy. "But it's your turn now..." she said. I started a regular in and out movement, her pussy even wetter than it was before. After 10 minutes - or something - I knew I was not going to cum. My cock had just become too used to her pussy and it felt like a bit of old rope. After 20 minutes I stopped my movements and said "It's not going to happen... some other time." I slid my stiff cock out of her pussy and rolled down beside her. We cuddled for a bit and I looked at my watch on the bedside table. 7pm. We'd started about 5pm so we'd be at it for 2 hours!
After a meal in the nearby restaurant we arrived back at our room and we both knew what we both wanted to do. We stripped each other's clothes off and fell into bed. I can't say the next two hours were exactly the same as before, as the details are - sort of - lost in the unbridled lust of it all. I licked her pussy and clitty and she sucked my cock. I plundered her feminine depths with my rigid cock gently and - at times - vigorously. We used all the positions we had before and thoroughly enjoyed each other's sexuality. Throughout it all she had a huge smile on her face. She had a small orgasm, but she wasn't as vocal as before. I didn't reach a climax - again. At about 12.30 we uncoupled for the last time, went to the loo and climbed into bed suitably exhausted and ready for sleep. I had a deep ache in my balls and wanted desperately to cum, but I was - equally - satisfied that Jean had reached her (ahem!) fulfilment. Soppy, but true.
Jean quickly dropped into sleep - I heard her breathing become gentler and more shallow. But sleep didn't overtake me. My heart was thumping away and I couldn't stop thinking about this pretty woman I'd spent about 4 hours having sex with. My erection remained as stiff as ever. I rolled over endlessly but couldn't get comfortable. It seemed as though hours had passed and my cock remained hard and unsatisfied.
I had joked earlier that I wouldn't keep her awake all night as I was 60 years old, not 30. But... I wondered if she'd mind if I woke her up at 3am? I stroked her thighs and massaged her nipples. Kissed her shoulders. She moaned in her sleep. My hand wandered down to her hips and thighs and she turned towards me. I couldn't tell if she had her eyes open as it was totally dark. The blackout curtains made the room a complete visual void. "I thought you said you wouldn't keep me awake all night...?" she whispered into my ear. I didn't say anything but moved my hand down between her legs and my fingers probed her pussy. Her pussy was already wet, so she was interested... I climbed between her legs and she guided me inside. I kissed her neck and ears. I kissed her open mouth. She wrapped her legs around mine and I started the regular rhythm of sex. She didn't respond much physically but said: "Come on, I know you haven't cum yet - it's your turn..." Yes, I guess it was. After about 10 minutes of long deep strokes I could feel my climax approaching. She held me tight, arms wrapped around me and encouraged me on. "I can feel you getting bigger, come on, let me feel you cum inside me. Empty your balls... fill me up... fuck me deep with that big cock of yours..." she whispered in my ear. With that sort of encouragement, it didn't take me long. My pumping movements became more and more vigorous until eventually the hours of fucking reached fulfilment my cock exploded into her pussy. Grunting like an animal, I lunged into her, spearing her willing pussy with my grateful cock. Jean whispered "So nice, so nice..." After a few minutes I pulled out of her. We kissed in the dark, said a few words and rolled apart. Within a few minutes Jean had slipped into sleep again and I lay on my back - staring into the dark. Within a few minutes I was asleep.
We woke early on Saturday morning. Jean was on her side and I was on my side. We were laying like spoons in a drawer. I pulled her hair away from her face and whispered "Good morning Jean" She pushed her body backwards into mine. I found her breasts with my hand and fondled her nipples. My cock began to stiffen - which she felt. I kissed her neck and she started to moan. Within a few minutes I had climbed between her legs again and she guided my cock into her pussy. There is nothing like sex first thing in the morning! After a few hours sleep you feel fresh and reinvigorated. We tried a few positions but it was essentially missionary position. She ground herself into me, nearly bending my cock in half and I gave her another small orgasm, which she was surprised about. "Three in such a short space of time!" she remarked. I shot another load into her willing pussy. Not the aching brilliant orgasm of 3am but exquisite all the same. We hugged and kissed and eventually got out of bed, had individual showers and went and had breakfast.
In the car park we said our 'goodbyes'. Tender kisses and gentle hugs. Eventually she drove away and I went back to 'our' room to pack. The room looked and felt totally different without her being there. More than just 'empty'. With one last look at the room and the bed where we had enjoyed ourselves so much, I walked out and quietly shut the door.
