A Night to Remember
I have moved around a bit during my life. One recent chapter of my life took me to an isolated northern town where I had been hired to start a new job. When I first moved there I knew only one person, a fifty-year old woman named Laura.
I met her the previous spring when I traveled to town for the job interview. Through a serendipitous encounter, I met a contractor while waiting for the bus out of town who was looking for an extra hand ripping shingles off a roof of some house he was working on. I accepted his offer of cash payment for a few hours of my help. The bus wasn’t due for a while; I had the time, and could always use the extra money. As it happened, the house belonged to a vibrant, fit, long dirty blonde haired woman by the name of Laura. She was very friendly, and expressed interest in what had brought me to town. When I told her why I was there, she informed me that she has extra rooms in her house which she rents out to respectful people who may be interested. She told me that if the job worked out and I found myself back in town, I would be more than welcome to rent one of those rooms. I said that was very gracious of her and accepted her business card, telling her that I would definitely be in touch if things worked out.
It turned out that I did get the job. After a brief exchange of telephone conversations, Laura and I came to an agreement on rent and I secured my room in her home. I couldn’t believe my luck in meeting Laura when I did, as it made my transition into a new job and new environment all the easier. My room was spacious and furnished. The house was warm and inviting with all the amenities a person could ask for. Over the course of months which saw me adapt to my new job responsibilities and meet friends in town, Laura and I nurtured a friendship which became comforting and mutually supportive. I would help her with firewood and general house repairs, while Laura, being a very spiritual person and a yoga instructor, helped me to stay balanced and to keep things in perspective. We had our moments, like any people do when living in close quarters, but for the most part we got along very well. It got to the point, towards the end of my stay, where I began to feel a strange sexual tension between us. This was odd because of our age difference. But nonetheless there were times when we would brush up against each other while sharing the kitchen, or when I would walk by the bathroom while she was in there and notice the door cracked open…and I would feel an almost uncontrollable urge to sneak a peek, curious to see her naked body, and wondering if she wanted me to.
These feeling were exacerbated by my increasing suspicion that Laura was a very sexual woman. She would have men and women over to the house for personal yoga and meditation sessions which she would hold behind the closed-door privacy of her bedroom. These sessions were long and, from the few glimpses I got before the door was closed, I noticed they were accentuated by the ambiance of scented candles, silken sheets, and mysterious bottles of oils. There was nothing particularly odd about this, considering the nature of such activities, but sometime she would come out of the room while her client was remained inside. If I happened to be passing by, or met her as she came downstairs, she would give me what I saw as a playful smirk, even a pseudo-innocently seductive wink. Nothing was spoken in these moments, but I began to wonder if more than just meditation and flexibility training was going on behind that door. Perhaps her therapy was much more involved. But ultimately, this was nothing but my sex-starved fantasy.
After about 4 months, I had acquired a solid base of friends outside the house. People I had met through work, and about town. One of these friends had told me that he was buying a house in town and that I was welcome to rent a room from him. Considering I worked with this guy, and because he was closer to my age and would thus be more open to my tendencies to drink and propensity to party, I decided I would accept his offer. Shortly after, I told Laura that I was intending to move out. She said she was happy for me that I was finding my way and integrating into town. Being more isolated than most towns, it was a rather difficult thing to “prove” yourself to the residents and have them accept you. I was excited, yet also slightly upset by the fact that I would be leaving her warm and sensual presence. Did I see something of the same in her smile? I couldn’t say.
That afternoon I went to the LCBO and picked myself up a large bottle of red wine. I expected to drink it to myself, and perhaps head out to the bar later that night, but when I returned to Laura’s place I was surprised to hear her ask if she could share a glass or two with me. This was strange because Laura very rarely drank, and in fact seemed rather averse to drinking in general. But of course I had no problem sharing some wine with her. As the sun went down, we sipped our wine while sitting in the kitchen talking about life, love, and our thoughts on the state of the world. As we refilled our glasses, and our cheeks became blushed with the alcohol, our bodies subtly moved closer to each other. We laughed, and every so often Laura would reach across and place her hand on mine, or lightly touch my thigh. Our eyes became very involved in each other, and my heart began to race as it became apparent that the sexual tension I had suspected was being forgotten as the alcohol swam in our heads. There was a line between tenant and landlord that was becoming blurred, and as the wine went down it seemed that both of us were willing to forget about it for the night.
At some point I got up to go outside for a cigarette. Laura followed me out to the warm evening air and we sat together on the steps. She was getting a little playful and leaned against me as I sat there. Her shoulder bumped me, and I could feel her hair fall across me, brushing my cheek. I smoked, and she asked me for one as well. I told her I didn’t know that she smoked, and she said normally she doesn’t. Our conversation slowed to a stop as we sat and smoked, Laura leaning against me. I became very aware of my cock bulging against my jeans, and fancied I could feel the heat from her body rising up to meet my thighs beside her—a heat that rose higher and seemed to enter my nostrils intoxicating me beyond the height of the wine. It was at this point that I turned to her and said that I don’t mean to be rude, but I had been thinking about what it would feel like to kiss her for some time now. She had her head turned to the stars but looked back down at me. Her cheeks were flushed and she wore that seductive smirk on her face, her face which was partially covered by her unkempt hair and reflecting the moonlight. Her blue eyes shone out at me, and she said nothing. Would that be okay? I asked, suddenly feeling like I had made a terrible mistake. And that was when she slowly leaned towards me, and naturally I leaned in and softly our lips touched.
It happened suddenly and naturally after this intimate contact. Our lips pushed together and slid apart. I moved my tongue into her mouth which received me. Our tongues swirled and played in each other’s mouths. I moved my hand to her neck and slid my fingers softly up to her ear and behind her head. I firmly but gently held her hair in my fist. I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes, and then she pulled her face back in and started making out with me again. This is crazy! I remember thinking. This woman is, like, twenty-five years older than me! What am I doing? But it felt so right, and it had been a long time coming, and it had already begun. I wasn’t about to stop now if she wasn’t.
After a few moments on the step, Laura rose to her feet, ran her hands through her hair, steadied herself as she wavered with wine, and asked if I wanted to go back inside. Sure, I replied, my head seeming to be in the clouds and in some realm beyond my control. In the twilight, orange streetlight glow, distant clamor of Friday night comings and goings, the clash of a train car somewhere: it was surreal to me. Like a dream.
The door closed behind me and Laura grabbed my hands and I pushed her against the stovetop. I pressed my body against her as our lips met again. She pushed her body back against me, and I could feel my cock pressing against her through our clothes. I grabbed her hair again and tilted her head back, kissing her up and down her neck, behind her ear, and back to her lips. She turned us around and I grabbed her ass, squeezing it and running my hands around and between her legs. She was warm. I could feel dampness through her jeans and panties. It was incredible! She then took a step back, holding a hand on my chest and looking into my eyes. Should we go up to your room, she asked me, her eyes breaking her gaze and looking at the floor for an instant. Absolutely, I answered, a mischievous grim spreading across my face.
As I said, once things started, there was no stopping them. We had gathered a momentum between us which neither of us could control…even if we wanted to.
Laura led me up the stairs, holding my hand. We walked into my room and I shut the door behind us. As soon as I did this she pushed herself up against me, my back to the door. Then she stepped back and began to undress herself. Well, I thought, here we go! This is happening. Her shirt was off, no bra. She was undoing her belt and opening her pants as I fumbled with my shirt and finally got to my pants. She may have been an older woman, but she was in great shape. Her body was slim, her breasts small. Her skin was weathered with age, but soft to the touch and featured with slight bits perfect for playful pinching or sensuous nibbling.
I finally managed to drop my pants, and stepped out of them towards Laura who stood before me now completely nude. My cock, now fully erect, stood tall against the boxer shorts that I was still wearing. Laura drew me to her, and our bodies, naked flesh, pressed together in an embrace. My hands moved across her back, grabbed her ass again, ran up to her neck and into her hair as he pressed our lips together. I could feel her hands, her nails, across my back, down to the waistband of my underwear. She slipped them down, and my cock bounced back as the fell. She pressed her pelvis against me and I could feel the warmth of her against my shaft. Then, slowly, she got down on her knees, looked up at me from below as her hand wrapped around my dick, and then ran her tongue up my shaft. She looked so fucking sexy down there. She knew exactly what she was doing now. She put her face between my legs and licked all around my balls and along my taint, then traced up to the base of my cock. She licked up to the tip where she swirled her tongue over the head of my prick. How does it taste? I asked, looking down at her. She smiled, holding my throbbing cock in her hand, MMmmm she moaned. Then she looked back down, wrapped her lips around my dick, and swallowed it deep. This time I moaned, feeling her wet, warm mouth surrounding my cock. I could feel the back of her throat as she took me up to my balls, burying her nose in my trimmed pubic hair. Oh my god, I exclaimed. Damn that’s good. She worked my cock like this for a while, then, sucking all the while, pulled it out of her mouth with a popping sound. Saliva and pre-cum dripped between my cock and her mouth, and she wiped it away, flashing my once again with that seductive smile I’d become so familiar with. I noticed one of her hands was between her legs, the fingers moving around and playing with her pussy. Your turn, I said, and lifted her to her feet.
I moved her to my bed and she laid down on her back. I crawled on top of her, only to position the pillows behind her to make her more comfortable, but as I did I felt her take my cock back into her mouth. She is one cock-hungry lady, I remember thinking, amazed that this hadn’t happened earlier. When I had the pillows positioned, I leaned back, straddling her waist on my knees, and watched her sucking on my dick. I grabbed her hair with both hands and maneuvered her head, pushing her into me, then pulling her off, gasping for air.
When I’d had enough of that, I pulled her back off of me, and moved down on her. I remember kissing her flat little titties, nibbling on her hard nipples and then moving to her stomach and hips. I looked up at her. Her head was pressed back in the pillows, her eyes closed, and a hesitant smile on her lips. I positioned myself between her legs, and lowered my head into her loins. I kissed the inside of her thighs and ran my tongue up and down the sides of her dripping pussy lips. I could feel Laura’s hips moving to meet me, and could hear her moan softly, her breath quick. I hovered over her pussy, smelling her juices—so sweet—and let my hot breath tease her momentarily. Then I put my mouth over her pussy, let my saliva flow over her, and began running my tongue between her lips, then deep into her. My tongue prodded and swirled, my nose pressed into her limited pubic hair. My tongue moved and found her clit and pressed against it, pushing it and running across it. As I did this, I shifted onto an elbow, freeing one of my hands and began playing with her pussy as I tongued her clit. Her breathing was faster now, and I slid a finger into her. It moved in and out, then I put two inside of her. I hooked my fingers and pressed them against that sweet spongy spot inside of her as my tongue continued its assault on her clit. Laura moaned and her hips heaved up and down as I moved my tongue and fingers in sequence. I love to eat pussy, and readily licked swallowed her juices as she violently came on my face and fingers.
She did not take long to recover from this before she sat up. I was lying beside her on the bed at this point, and she moved herself on top of me. Using her hands, she squeezed and moved her hands up and down on my cock. I was rock hard in no time and Laura asked me where my condoms were. I hastily grabbed one from beside my bed. She took it from me and opened it, all the while keeping a hand on my cock, rubbing it against her pussy as she kneeled above me. With obviously practiced hands, she took the condom and rolled it down over my cock, then lowered herself onto me.
I entered her easily. Her hands pressed against my stomach as she raised and lowered herself on my cock. My hands grabbed her waist and I moved with her, driving my cock deep into her as she came down and pressing my ass into the bed as she rose. We were perfectly in rhythm with each other. Our bodies together felt amazing and perfect. The whole world ceased to exist for us in those moments as we fucked inside my bedroom that Friday night.
After a little bit, I needed more. I sat up and kissed her passionately before wrapping my arm around her back, lifted her and flipped her around onto her back. I pulled my cock out of her and her hand immediately went to her pussy again, insatiable in her lust. Hell, so was I. I grabbed her legs and spread them above her. Realizing then that her yoga experience made her extremely flexible, I moved her legs with ease above her head and open wide. I moved my cock onto her pussy where it slapped down onto her wet flesh. I moved it up and down across her as I held her legs in place. Then Laura moved her hands and grabbed her own legs, pulling them even closer to her head so that she was almost completely folded in half below me. Fuuuck, I said, the image itself turning me on even more than I already was. I held my cock and used it to play with and tease her pussy some more before I aimed my cock head against her and pressed my way back inside. I held her upturned thighs with each hand, while she held her ankles. Pressing against her, I pumped my cock in and out, deep inside her. My balls slapped against her, Laura’s eyes were closed again and she was biting her lip, moaning. Her tits bounced against her chest as I slammed into her over and over again.
Our bodies were slick with sweat and my breathing heavy as I worked. It felt incredible. I had never fucked like this before. It felt kinky to be having sex with someone so much older than me, and I loved the fact that she was clearly into it, and knew what she was doing. Even in the position she was in, her body moved with mine. I leaned over her, placing my hands on either side of her chest now, and plunged deeper into her. Ploughing. Wet, slapping sounds. Sweat and the scent of cum and breath laced with wine.
She must have been able to tell just by my breathing that I was getting ready to cum. I knew I was close, and was just going to blow my load inside the condom, inside of her. But she let go of her legs, briefly wrapped them around my waist pulling me in and holding me, and then let me go and moved quickly back. I groaned as my cock slid out of her warm cavity, but before I knew it she had slid herself between my legs and took my condom off. She wrapped her hands around my ass and pulled me down onto her face. She swallowed my cock yet again. I leaned over her, as if I was fucking her face. She used a hand to work my shaft as I fed it in and out of her hot mouth, she used her other hand to cup my balls and prod and poke with her fingers around my asshole. It was sensory overload for me. It was a matter of seconds before I felt my balls rise, my ass twitch, my stomach clench and then…ARRggghh! I’ve never moaned that load during sex, and I’ve never blown a load as large. I could feel my cock pulsate as it shot my cum into Laura’s mouth. My hands clenched the sheets beside her head as her mouth filled with my hot goo. My cock kept jerking involuntarily as my orgasm continued. Laura’s throat moved up and down as she swallowed every drop. Unbelievable.
When I had finished, I rolled to the side and fell down beside her, exhausted. She moved up beside me and I put my arm around her. We laid like this for a while, pillow-talking and giggling together about what had just happened. She made sure to say to me that she would prefer me to keep this between the two of us, small town and everything. I said of course. We laid like this for a while, our breathing returning to normal, our sweat drying. Eventually Laura got up and walked naked down to the kitchen and fetched what was left of our bottle of wine. We had a few more sips in bed while we rested, embracing each other. After a while, she treated me to a full body massage, using her expert hands to ease my tired muscles.
We fucked again in the bed, and once more in the shower. It was an amazing night, and the next day it was as if it had never happened. I moved out a few days later. We’ve lost touch with each other, but I’ll never forget that night we had together.