I am a widow in my late fifties. I live alone in a new apartment . The development is so new that not all the flats are occupied. The electricity went off , so I assumed it was a general power cut. However I could hear the sound of power tools coming from the floor above mine. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of the flat from which the sound was coming. The door was answered by a nice looking gentleman around about the same age as me. I explained that I had no electricity, so he offered to come down and look at my fuse board. Very quickly he identified the problem as coming from a light switch. He rewired the switch, rearmed the main fuse and all was well. I asked how I could thank him, he smiled and asked for a kiss on the cheek and a cup of tea. He sat down at my table while I went and put on the kettle. I came back and leant down to give him his deserved kiss on the cheek. The smell of his skin was so nice that instead of kissing his cheek, I cheekily sat on his knee and kissed him on the mouth. The softness of his lips made me want to kiss him again, so I did. He responded by putting his hand on the back of my head , gently holding me there while slowly kissing me. The kissing evolved into snogging, tongues in mouths, arms around each other. Suddenly my brain kicked in, what had I started. Was this going to lead to sex, how could I say no as it was me who had started it. I am not a prick-teaser nor am I an easy lay. However the gentleman was being exactly that, a gentleman. He was kissing me but not groping, his hands had not strayed to anywhere naughty. I was so much enjoying being snogged that I reacted instinctively, I started to unbutton his shirt. I have always loved touching a mans bare chest. I suppose he was only following my lead , he started gently rubbing the back of his hand down over the top of my breasts, down to the nipples. It had been a long time since I had been touched by a man, it felt so wonderful. I opened his shirt, he opened my blouse. He undid my bra and pulled it down off my arms then pulled me onto his bare chest. The feeling of his warm skin on my breasts was sensual and romantic. His smell and taste was making me aroused. I decided that if he wanted sex I would let him have it. Truth is I wanted it. I led him towards my bedroom and started to unbutton his trousers. He unzipped my skirt , pulled it and my panties down in one delicate move. I laid down on the bed as he took off the rest of his clothes . I feasted my eyes on his solid manly body, broad chest and shoulders. I looked down to his sex, swollen but not yet erect. I wondered what he would do next, would he just penetrate me and quickly ejaculate , then leave me ? He laid down along side me , kissing me erotically as his hand roamed over my body. He fondled and caressed my breasts, tweaked and pulled my nipples, ran his fingers through my pubic hairs, slid a hand between my thighs and fingered into my wetness. He rubbed softly on my clitoris making it swell , I could feel his thumb pushing gently onto my clit as his fingers teased their way into my vagina. His touch swept me into a delightful orgasm, the first in so long a time. His lips were now kissing down my body to my belly, then down to my pubic hair, on to my mound then to my clitoris. The feeling was so wonderful, so sexual. My late husband did not do that to me, only an earlier lover had let me enjoy this sensation. I let this stranger into the most intimate part of my body, tasting my fluids. His tongue was flicking on my clitoris irresistably bringing me to another climax. I opened my legs to him as my orgasm swept away any shyness. He was now down between my thighs lifting my legs up onto his shoulders. His tongue was now licking into my vagina and lower, down towards my bottom. Then I felt his tongue lay softly onto my anus. No-one has ever touched me there, no-one has ever tried. Would I have allowed it had they asked ? He has not asked, he has simply taken me, and I enjoyed it. I want him to do more. Again his tongue is on my anus, I let out a groan of pleasure. He knows he can . His tongue is licking into my anus, his fingers pulling me open. It is so intense a sensation that it brings me up towards another climax. His fingers are rubbing inside my vagina, his other hand pressing softly onto and into my anus, his tongue lapping at my clitoris. I burst into an eruption of convulsions, an orgasm so overwhelming that it leaves me paralysed. He has pushed my legs into the air, he is kneeling between my legs, the tip of his erection is slipping into my vagina. He is penetrating me softly and tenderly, his movements slow and sensuous. I am satiated, I want only to feel him take his pleasure. A few more gentle probing pushes of his hardness , he is pushed fully into me. I can feel his scrotum pressed against my buttocks. Suddenly my vagina is flooded with his warm semen, he is sliding in and out of me while pumping his fluids into me. He has laid down beside me, his hands are caressing my body, his fingers are playing in my hairs. I put my hand down between my legs and feel the wetness, I dip my fingers into my own vagina and coat them with the liquid. I bring my fingers to me face to smell them, then to my mouth to taste them. The smell is like the ocean, the taste like sea water. He is kissing me again , then he gets up from the bed. I watch him walk naked out of the bedroom. I want to know what he is doing, so I follow him. He is in my kitchen, a handsome naked lover. He turns and smiles at me . "I'm still waiting for that cup of tea" .