Serendipity. A happy accident. It really was accidental. If I was ingenious enough to plan it, I would be a millionaire many times over. And besides, what are the chances of such a plan actually working? To begin, let me tell you a little bit about myself: I am mid-sixties, desperately trying to avoid retirement and I am twice divorced. I have given up chasing women, it is not worth the effort and expense. Instead, I rent them. About a year ago, I had a scare. I got up early, needing to pee, and was horrified to see that I was passing blood. I hastily dressed, jumped in the car and headed for my nearest A & E. It was six in the morning. I spent the day being probed, scanned and tested, ending with a prostate biopsy before being sent home to wait in fear for the results. Apart from a, “Much enlarged prostate.” all the tests came back negative. Several days later, as my first sex act since the scare, I masturbated, producing a small amount of yellow semen. Back to the doctor, this time my G.P. “Uncommon, but nothing to worry about.” He declared. “You will still be able to achieve erections, and also achieve orgasms, but dry ones .” He went on. How is that normal I thought, I like to see my cum on a woman’s body, preferably her tits. What he was saying was that I had run out of spunk! I wank quite often. I enjoy it, it harms nobody and it’s cheaper than paying a woman to do much the same. The doc was right, semen became a thing of the past, but orgasms seemed more intense. I got used to it. The first time I visited my favourite ‘massage parlour’, my favourite masseuse confirmed that it was unusual, but she had experienced it before. “It’s convenient in a way,” she said, “much less messy. But you’ll still have to use a condom.” It was strange at first, coming without squirting. But it is what most women do. There was an unexpected trade-off. Before the well ran dry, I could only manage one come per day. Two at most, but then the next day had to be a rest day. Now I could keep going until my cock became sore. With nothing to shoot, the so-called refractory period was much shorter. So a year later, I was on one of my rare trips away from home on business, and staying in a big hotel, on expenses. The place was very old, and while all the modern facilities were available, the rooms had been kept as close as possible to their original style. I had finished work for the day, had my dinner and was sitting alone at a table in the bar. I was not familiar with the town, no doubt there was a parlour somewhere, but I had no idea where. There were the usual ‘Escorts’ sitting at the bar with their goods on display. Too expensive. I’m not mean, just careful. I had my impending retirement to think of. I made my decision. An early night. Porn was available on the hotel TV. Pay as you go of course, but cheaper than the options. I had a hot date with my hand. I exited the lift at my floor and walked to my room. A door opened and a female head emerged. “I wonder if you could help me?” She said. “It’s a bit embarrassing.” I had noticed the woman in the restaurant, about ten years my junior, well turned out, quite attractive. The sort of woman who is considered, rudely but accurately, as a milf. “What’s the problem? I asked. She opened the door and stepped inside to let me enter. She was wearing a long, wrap-over robe in cream (what looked like) silk. She pointed to the ceiling. Hanging from the smoke detector was a pair of knickers. I laughed. “How did that happen?” I enquired. “I was taking them off and they just sort of, pinged.” The ceiling was very high, it must have been very strong elastic, but they were out of reach. “Call housekeeping.” “I should, but by morning the entire staff will know about it. I thought you looked like a gentleman who would keep my secret.” She closed the door while I considered the problem. “Have you tried standing on the bed?” “Yes, I can’t reach and it’s very wobbly.” The detector was not quite over the bed, the chairs were lower than the bed and the table did not look as though it would support my weight. I removed my shoes and jacket and stepped onto the bed, I could not quite reach. But she was almost my as tall as me so I was not surprised. And it really was wobbly, I was in danger of falling off. I would have to lean out over the end of the bed, but as she had discovered, it would be a tricky balancing act. Unless… “You stand on the very end of the bed, I will support you, see if you can reach them.” I suggested. We tried. I held onto her hips. She still could not quite reach. She started to lunge for them, my hands slipped from her hips to her thighs. Through the fabric of the gown, I could feel the little buttons that fix stockings to suspenders. My cock began to stiffen. My nose was at crutch height, I could smell her perfume, but over it I could smell her. Woman smell. Cunt smell. She made a final lunge and fell forward against me. I instinctively pushed back and we fell onto the bed, her on her back, me on top. The gown had parted, revealing trimmed, but hairy pubes. I was now fully erect. I leaned down and placed a kiss on her bush. She jerked in surprise, then said softly: “It’s a long time since anyone has done that.” But she did not push me away. I did it again. Still no objection. Again, but this time I pushed my tongue through the thatch to find the petals of her cunt. She had not showered, she carried the scents of a working day. There was a hint of her perfume, but the taste was all her. Ripe, juicy, delicious. I lapped at her like a kitten at cream, she spread her legs wide and placed her hand on the back of my head. If it was to stop me from escaping, she need not have bothered, I was not going anywhere. I explored her with lips and tongue, licking between her inner and outer lips and teasing her perineum. Then sucking each inner petal into my mouth and laving it with my tongue. She was clearly enjoying it, but showing no sign of approaching an orgasm. But there had been no foreplay, no warm-up talk, no tit play. Not even a kiss. My tongue up her cunt was our first real contact. I wanted to fuck her, to replace my tongue with my straining cock and ride her to paradise. But I have always enjoyed pleasuring a woman with my mouth. I went for her clit. It was large and erect. I licked it before sucking it into my mouth. That did it for her, she came powerfully. I leaned back and freed my erection from the confines of my pants. She reached for it and fed it into her wet gape with the fingers of both hands. It had been a long time since I had been inside a woman without a condom and it felt wonderful. Yes, I know that I should have taken precautions, it had crossed my mind as I was pushing my pants out of the way. Should I make myself decent, go downstairs and see if there was a vending machine in the gents? Really? "That feels good," she breathed. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. "Fuck me, fuck me hard," she demanded. I would have preferred to make it last, to savour the moment, but if she wanted it hard, that was how she would get it. I fucked as hard and as fast as I could, she cried out as my cock reamed her cunt. All too quicky, I was coming, and I swear that I really was coming, ejaculating. It may only have been a teardrop or two, but it felt more. I quickly softened inside her and rolled off, chest heaving with the exertion. As my heartbeat slowed, I reached out and took her hand, saying; "That was…" "Unexpected?" She interrupted. "I was going to say epic, but yes, certainly unexpected, and so much the better for it." We lay, holding hands for a minute or so and I saw that the smoke detector was no longer wearing ladies underwear. "You retreived your property I see?" I said, nodding at the detector. She raised her other arm from her side, dangling from a finger were the errant knickers. I took the from her and, addressing them, said. "Thank you for the introduction." And kissed them. She laughed, a deep, sexy chuckle. I felt my cock beginning to thicken. She noticed. "Do you think that you could manage a second round?" She asked. "There is really only one way to find out," I replied. " I would like to shower before we try then," she said. "Shall I leave and come back in fifteen minutes?" I asked. "A shower sounds good to me too." "If you wish, but I'm pretty sure that my shower will take two." Now my cock was really showing interest. "Just give me two minutes," she said. "See if you can find something palatable in the mini-bar." And headed towards the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes. There was a bottle of passable white in the fridge. I placed it and two glasses on the table at 'my' side of the bed. I heard the toilet flush, a short delay and then the door opened slightly. "Ready," she said. She was in the shower, water running. Happily, a walk in shower, not the over-bath kind. I needed to pee, something I prefer to do solo, but if needs must… She slid the shower door open for me when I had finished. It was certainly one of the best showers I have ever had. And that was nothing whatsoever to do with the plumbing. We were both very clean when we left the bathroom, I had washed every crevice of her fine body, tits several times. She had performed the same service for me, my cock and balls several times. It had taken a long time. Drying each other was also quite prolonged. We eventually opened the wine. I poured and we clinked glasses. "What are we drinking to?" She asked. "Brief encounters?" I suggested. She leaned over and kissed me. I put my glass down, took hers from her and put it alonside mine. Then I returned the kiss, putting my arms around her and gently pushhing her back onto the bed. The kisses intensified, my cock was hard against her. She rolled me onto my back and reached down to hold it. "I want to suck it," she whispered. I didn't argue. She had taken it into her mouth several times in the shower, but now she could demonstrate her considerable talent as a felatrice. She was good, very good. Where had this woman been during my 'looking for a partner' years? But this level of expertise would have taken years of practise to aquire, the 'born cocksucker' is a fantasy. Oh, she was good. In the days before my balls ran dry, she would have had me hosing her tonsils very quickly, but my affliction has advantages, I was able just to enjoy it. She sucked until her jaw must have ached, then disengaged, looked up at me and said; "You can come in my mouth if you like." Oh, how I would have liked. But I was embarrassed that it would reveal my shortage of sauce. Instead, I replied; "I would love to, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to come in your cunt." She was unfazed by my use of the word, she just smiled. She kissed my cock goodbye, crawled up to me, kissed me on the mouth and said; "I'd like that too." She straddled me, guided my tip to her moist slit, and with agonising slowness, impaled herself on it. She rode me for ages, I explored every inch of her fine body with my hands, and where I could reach, my lips. I wanted to taste her cunt again, I asked her to queen me. Just as she had mouthed my cock in the shower, I had tongued her cunt. That was hors d'ouvres, I wanted the full meal. I had a feast. She came again. She squirmed down and re-engaged with my cock, my face was wet with her juice, she produced more than me! It did not stop her kissing me again.. I rolled her over and resumed this seemingly never-ending fuck in missionary. Several times, I could have allowed my own, dry orgasm to bring things to a close, but I wanted it to never end. But it had to, I was tiring. It had been almost two hours since she had accosted me in the corridor, that would have been a good session when I was thirty years younger. I decided to finish in one of my favourite positions, one we had not yet explored. Doggy. I withdrew and her asked to get on all fours. She did as I asked, head down, legs slightly apart, those wonderful tits dangling. In this position, the cheeks of her delectable arse were parted, the exposed cleft punctuated by those heavenly twins, the V and A, vagina and anus. I positioned myself behind her and offered my cock to V, pushed forward and slid easily into the juicy hole. I savoured that delicious moment of re-entry, then began to thrust. At first, I reached forward to avail myself of her tits, relishing their weight and movement as I pumped her. Then I leaned back so that I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. My shaft shone with her juice, she really did lubricate freely. As I slid out, her wet lips formed a sheath, it looked like it was trying to prevent me from leaving. My attention was drawn to the pink/brown rosebud of her arse-hole, it puckered as I pushed in, pouted as I slid out. It looked like it was blowing me kisses. Wet kisses, juice from her other hole had spread to it. I put the pad of my thumb against it and pressed gently, as I thrust into her cunt, my thumb slipped into her arse, all the way to the second joint. She squealed in surprise and the sphincter tightened around my thumb. I eased it out and said; "Sorry." "It's alright," she said. "I mean, I am alright with that. If you want it, I don’t mind." Did I want it? It would be the perfect finish, the perfect dessert for the banquet of sex that I had enjoyed with this mysterious woman. I wanted it alright. I looked around for what I could use as lubricant, she must have sensed it; “Use the hand cream,” she said. On the bedside cabinet was a bottle of hand cream. I couldn’t reach it without uncoupling. She could. She handed it to me. I flipped the top and squirted a generous amount onto the target. She jumped. It must have felt cold “Sorry,” I said, “I should have thought.” “Done now,” she replied. “Warm it with something.” I rubbed some cream onto my something, offered it to the tight entrance and pushed. There was resistance at first, then the knob popped in. I checked that she was happy to continue, then began my strokes, gaining a little more entry with each until my balls were against her cunt. I reached round to find her clit, I wanted her to get as much pleasure from this as I knew that I would, and I knew that I couldn't delay my own orgasm for much longer. She screamed as I pounded her, but she did not stop me. I came so powerfully that I was convinced that semen had made a comeback, my come seemed to trigger hers, she came with my fingers up her cunt and my jerking cock in her arse. She fell forward, uncoupling me. "Are you alright?" I asked. "I will be," she replied. "I feel fucked." So did I. I reached for a box of tissues and handed it to her, keeping some for myself. She waddled awkwardly into the bathroom. Sadly, I dressed. It was over. She came out of the bathroom wearing the silk robe and saw me to the door, kissing me once. "Can we do this again tomorrow." I asked. She hesitated, then replied; "Let's see what tomorrow brings." I was awakened from a deep, dreamless sleep by my alarm, dragged my protesting body into the shower and started my day. I did not see her at breakfast, but I was very early. The business of the day seemed interminable. I escaped just after four and made straight for the hotel. As I entered, the desk clerk looked up and said; "Mr Redmond, good evening, there is a message for you." He handed me what seemed to be a padded envelope. It was not addressed. I moved away from the desk so that I could open it privately, inside was a sheet of hotel headed paper saying; "Thank you for last night, I will cherish it." It was signed 'M', with a single kiss. The padding, was a pair of knickers, THE knickers. I surreptitiosly held them to my face and inhaled before tucking them into my pocket, then I returned to the desk; "The lady in 323, is she still here?" The clerk consulted his screen and replied; "No sir, she checked out this morning." I still have the knickers, so I didn't imagine it. A reminder, if any were needed, of a very special evening. And proof that, even at my age, there's still life.