Widespread knowledge is {that a} post-menopausal girl lubricates lower than when she
was youthful, and that her intercourse drive decreases to the purpose of apathy. Certain,
I’ve seen that occur in a couple of girls. It definitely wasn’t true for Lydia.
Lydia and I met doing on-line chat. Two years of conversations resulted in a
head to head lunch at a Mexican restaurant, an hour away and midway between
our properties and our spouses. We sat subsequent to one another in a sales space, knees
touching, speaking in hushed tones and laughing. She was quiet at first,
then as we each acquired extra comfy, her persona unfolded.
She was medium top, with flashing blue eyes and brown hair with a touch of
crimson tint. Her physique was, to make use of a cliché, pleasingly plump, with massive breasts
and extensive hips and small fingers. By the point our plates have been empty, we have been
holding fingers. The dialog lulled, then I checked out her. It was time
to ask. “This was good. We could do that once more?”
Lydia smiled. “Oh positive! Mexican once more?” She leaned towards my ear and
whispered, “Or one thing else?” She pulled again, seemingly stunned at her
boldness, and blushed. I grinned at her.
A month later we handed on the tostadas and went straight to the Vacation Inn
Categorical. We stood on the foot of the mattress, undressing one another, exposing
my flesh – a few of which was very agency – and her flesh – most of which was
mushy and curvy. Toe to toe, we kissed frequently and explored one another’s
physique. Her breasts have been massive handfuls, her nipples small and pink. Her pores and skin
was dotted with freckles and moles, clean and heat in my fingers. Her fingers
performed in my chest hair, with one hand wandering downward to clutch my
erection. My hand discovered her pussy, shaved all the way down to a goatee of hair above
her cleft.
The bedsheets have been white, crisp, and funky, however not for lengthy. We pressed
in opposition to one another, head to head, chest to chest. Lydia slid all the way down to engulf
my shaft, buzzing little noises as she alternately throated me and licked my
precum. “Lie in your again,” I advised her, and he or she complied, thighs unfold
open. I moved on prime of her, and he or she lifted her knees and unfold them extensive,
and he or she wrapped her arms round me.
My lips and tongue discovered hers, and my cockhead performed in her pussylips. Her
hips rocked up and down, brushing herself in opposition to me. I nudged inside her,
gently, not fairly moist sufficient for a clean entry, teasing her and teasing
myself. Lydia had a nondescript vagina, with no discernible nibbling muscle
on the entrance, clean, cosy as a result of she wasn’t totally moist.
I pulled out and moved down her physique. I held myself above her on elbows and
knees, visiting her massive, stunning breasts and small hardened nipples.
Decrease, visiting her rounded tummy, kissing freckles as I descended. Her
thighs widened and her lips parted, pink and glistening, and my mouth went
to work. Sooner, then slower, nibbles and sucks, generally a thumb in her
vagina, generally two fingers, however largely simply listening to her physique and its
responses and sticking with regular, reasonably agency licks.
Lydia’s climb to orgasm was a kind of hockey sticks. For 5 minutes,
ten minutes, she lay there and stroked my head and shoulders and loved my
feasting. Her internal lips began small and grew solely barely, her outer
lips have been the identical, however her pussy splayed open and juicy. Her modest hooded
clit was a tough little nubbin, and my regular flat-tongued lapping licks
appeared to have solely a gradual impact on her state of arousal.
Then it was as if Lydia determined to permit herself to climax and simply
flipped an inner swap. I sensed her clit harden one other fraction, and
her respiratory shifted into one other gear. It was time. My tongue quickened
its tempo, matched by a rise in her breathy moans, and he or she went from 25
to 100 in ten second. My eyes glanced upward to see her face redden and
scrunch into that scrumptious feminine agony of delight. Her hips tilted
towards my busy mouth, her physique shuddered, and he or she exhaled a number of loud
grunting gasps.
My licking slowed, my job full, not less than for now, and I moved upward
once more. We refound our missionary place, my cock refound her pussy, and I
found simply how juicy Lydia had turn out to be. I entered her, effortlessly,
sinking into her now almost-frictionless vagina. Her partitions felt like they
barely grasped me, she was so open and mushy and liquid inside.
I’d by no means felt a vagina like Lydia’s. I’ve encountered those who have been
general cosy. Some that felt nearly muscular, with lively kegels. Some
have been textured, others as clean as Lydia’s, however none as mushy, none as
yielding to my shaft, and positively none as juicy. Inside, she was
flowing. Her juices leaked out and trickled down my balls. After I stroked,
her liquid cracked little noises.
“I really feel you,” she advised me, “all of you.” My penis jumped.
“God, you might be so moist,” I replied.
“No friction,” she breathed. “You simply glide. I can’t imagine how moist you
get me.” Her eyes have been open extensive, her mouth in an open O and respiratory.
“I’m shut,” I advised her, and he or she nodded. “I’m going to return.” She saved
nodding.
I groaned, after which I simply let it occur. Thrusting quicker and quicker into
Lydia’s mushy, candy, extremely yielding vagina, my instincts making an attempt in useless
to search out some small measure of friction of her partitions in opposition to my cock, however I
didn’t actually need that friction. “Right here I come,” I advised her, however I doubt
she wanted that replace.
My juices added to hers, one liquid spurt after one other. Lydia’s eyes have been
glued to my face. I’m positive I used to be carrying the identical goofy expression that
she’d worn a couple of minutes earlier. My cock throbbed inside her, and my thoughts
pictured how I used to be filling her with my come, making her an increasing number of
slippery, if that was even potential. “Heat,” she whispered. “It feels so
heat.”
And that’s how it might occur with Lydia and me for the following three years,
with a rendezvous each month or two or three at that very same motel. We have been
patterned, she and I, with solely the smallest of variations. “I like
patterns,” she advised me as soon as. “I do know what to anticipate. I understand how I’m going
to return.” Oh, we had our occasional change of tempo. Some afternoons she
would go down on me for a couple of minutes. On different events she would get on
prime of me and rock. However largely it was the sample established on that first
day, the place Lydia would climax from my mouth, then I might mount her and fuck
her. We each beloved missionary. I beloved to fuck her, and he or she beloved to be
fucked.
Some days she would climax a couple of moments after I slid inside her, when she
was nonetheless excessive on the mountaintop of her oral orgasm, and generally not. A
few instances, after my orgasm when she didn’t climax from penetration, my mouth
would restart the regular licking that she discovered to be so efficient. These
second oral orgasms for her got here shortly and sharply. And we’d at all times
have time for a second spherical, generally even a 3rd. She was much less seemingly
to climax after her first one or two sturdy ones, however she didn’t thoughts. We
each appeared to benefit from the leisurely fucking, with my cock caressing her mushy,
yielding, extremely slippery partitions till it simply gave the impression to be the appropriate
second for me to fill her, once more, to overflowing.