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Pure fiction as most of you know Hazel is my sexy wife but she likes me to write stories like this as she lies in bed playing with one of her many toys.
There Is Life After Retirement
(Hazel 1)
When I retired from my job as area manager for a large industrial cleaning firm in the West Midlands I decided I needed a fresh start in new surroundings. One of the contracts I managed was the cleaning contract for the Tesco supermarket in Bangor, North Wales. I’d spent quite a bit of time up there and quite liked the city so decided it would be the perfect place to spend my twilight years. For the first couple of months I lived in a small flat in a large multi occupancy house but as soon as I moved there I put my name on the council housing list and was offered a flat in a small retirement complex on the outskirts of the city. The situation was perfect for me, within easy walking distance to the Menai Straits and also a short drive to the mountains of Snowdonia so my three main hobbies of fishing, walking and photography were well taken care of.
One Saturday afternoon a couple of days after I’d moved to the flats I was doing some shopping in the local supermarket having a coffee in the cafe that was part of the supermarket when I noticed a lady at another table who seemed paying me particular attention. When she saw me looking across at her, she smiled, picked her cup up and came over to my table. “Hello,” she said, putting her cup down on the table, “you’re from the flats aren’t you?” When I told her yes, I was she smiled. “I’m Hazel, I live there too so that makes us neighbours,” she said, “do you mind if I join you?” “No not at all,” I replied, indicating a seat at the other side of the table, “I’m Mike. It’s nice to meet you Hazel,” smiling back at her.
Once she was settled we began chatting and I asked how long she’d lived in the flats. “Five years,” she replied, “I moved there to look after my mother but she passed away last year.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied, “so you’re on your own now are you?” “Yes,” she replied, “but they’re a friendly crowd on the flats so it’s not too bad.” We carried on chatting till I’d finished my coffee then I asked her how she was getting home. “Oh I’ll get a taxi she said, “my car’s off the road at the moment. Have you got a car?” she asked. It was obviously a veiled request for a lift but, wanting to be a good neighbour, I told her I had, and offered her a lift home, which of course she gladly accepted.
After we’d got back to the flats, and I’d helped her carry her shopping up to her flat, she asked me in for a coffee, an invitation I gladly accepted. She’d taken her coat off and under it was wearing a loose fitting, white, long-sleeve, blouse and slacks and, as she bustled about in the kitchen making the drinks it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the blouse, as I couldn’t help noticing the way her tits jiggled about inside it and as well as that I could make out a definite visible pantie line under her tight fitting slacks and immediately my cock began to stiffen.
I was so engrossed in oggling her tits and ass that I didn’t hear her when she spoke. “I asked how you like your coffee,” she said, looking down at her chest, “but I think you’re mind’s elsewhere.” “Oh sorry Hazel,” I quickly replied, “milk and no sugar.” She didn’t mention my oggling again and once I’d finished my coffee I thanked her and headed back to my own flats. That night, I couldn’t get the memory of Hazel’s tits and backside out of my mind, and had a really satisfying hand job, fantasising about them.
The following day at around lunch time I got a call from Hazel, saying she was going to The Antelope, a restaurant pub about a mile from the flats, for lunch and asked if I’d like to join her. Her invite was probably because her own car was off the road and she needed a ride there, but I didn’t mind so I said I’d love to and went round and pick her up at around one o’clock. She was wearing the same white blouse but this time I could tell she was wearing a bra under it, her tits weren’t jiggling about as they'd been the previous day. Another difference was that she wearing a black knee length skirt instead of the slacks and as she got into of the car, the skirt rode up and I got a brief glimpse of her surprisingly shapely legs well above knee high. Hazel blushed and apologised the ‘accidental’ flash then adjusted the skirt and we headed out for dinner. The brief glimpse she’d given though had had had the natural effect on me and my cock was now uncomfortably hard in my pants.
After a pleasant meal, during which I got a couple more down blouse glimpses, we headed back to the flats and when we pulled up on the car park, Hazel smiled at me. “I really think I should re-pay you for being my chauffeur Mike,” she said, glancing down the bulge my cock was still making in my pants. I had a good idea what she had in mind but, not wanting to appear too forward, I smiled back at her. “There’s no need for that Hazel,” I said, “It was nice to have company for lunch for a change.”
“Yes I know that Mike,” she said, putting a hand on my thigh, “but I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing my boobs up. Would you like touch them?” For a moment I just sat there, not believing she was offering me what I’d fantasised about the previous night. Before I could reply, Hazel leant over and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth.
The car park of the flats definitely wasn’t the place for what we both wanted so I suggested we go up to her flat and two minutes later that’s exactly where we were, standing in her bedroom. As soon as the door was closed behind us I took her in my arms, kissing her passionately and Hazel groaned softly when she felt my erection pressing against her tummy and I moved a hand onto the front of her blouse and began to massage her tits through it causing her to groan softly. “Oh Mike,” she whispered, “it’s been so long since anyone touched my boobs, you can go inside my blouse if you want to.”
It was an offer I wasn’t about to refuse and I eased her away from me slightly and began to unbutton her blouse. On the second button she put a hand on mine, preventing me going any further. “Mike,” she said, almost sadly, “I’m nearly seventy so my boobs aren’t what they used to be. I hope you won’t be disappointed.” I smiled down at her and used my other hand to push hers away. “I’m sure they still look beautiful,” I said, as I continued to work my way down the front of her blouse, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
My statement was proved correct when I reached the bottom button and the blouse was fully open. Obviously the thin, white cotton bra she was wearing was keeping her tits under control but it also formed them into one of the most inviting cleavages I’d seen in a long time and I could see that, pressing against the inside of the thin fabric, she had a nice pair of already half erect nipples. I slipped the blouse off over her shoulders, letting it drop to the bedroom floor behind her then eased her backwards towards the bed. Once she was sitting, I reached down and stroked my hands over her bra covered tits, groaning myself as I felt her nipples harden even more inside their cotton prisons.
As I stroked and teased the hard buds through the bra, Hazel reached behind her back and unclipped it, giving me free access to her naked tits. Once fully uncovered they looked even better than I’d imagined. Of course, due to her age, they sagged more than a little but they still looked beautiful, each one tipped with a large deep pink, areola at the centre of which was a now fully erect nipple and I groaned again in admiration. “Hazel, you’re wrong,” I whispered, “they’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” With that I took a soft, warm orb in each hand and gently pinched the nipples, causing Hazel to gasp softly.
“Oh Mike,” she whispered, “I'd forgotten how good this felt. Please don’t stop.” Of course I had no intention of stopping, things had gone too far for that and I lowered my head and took one of the hard little buds between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. What came next really surprised me though, as Hazel cried out and an unmistakable aroma drifted up to me. She’d come, she’d actually had an orgasm from me just sucking on her nipple, the first time I’d ever experienced this.
As I continued to suck and lick at her nipples, I moved a hand down onto the hem of her skirt and slid my hand up under it. She was wearing tights but through them, and the knickers she had on, I could feel the result of her orgasm, she was really wet down there and I quickly abandoned my assault on her nipples and stepped back. For a moment she sat there looking up at me, a slightly puzzled look on her face but when I began to strip off a smile replaced the puzzled look and when I was finally standing naked infront of her, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my now rock hard cock, squeezing it gently.
“Oh Mike,” she whispered as she worked her fingers up and down my length, “it's so big and hard, I’ve never had one this big, please be gentle.” “Don’t worry I will,” I whispered, smiling down at her, “but there’s something I want to do first.” Again a puzzled look crossed her face but when I leant forwards and kissed her nylon clad thigh she smiled. “Are you going to eat my pussy Mike?” she said, a look of excitement filling her face. I nodded and smiled up at her. “Yes,” I replied, “but only if you want me to.” “Oh I do Mike, I do” she whispered, “it’s years since anyone did that.”
Smiling up at her I moved my hands to the waistband of her skirt. “This need to come off first though,” I said as I unclipped the top of it. She smiled down at me and raised her hips allowing me to pull it down along with her tights. She went to push her knickers down but I stopped her. “No leave those Hazel,” I said, “I’ll do that when I’m ready.” The truth is, I love both giving and receiving oral sex but I prefer to start the giving with the lady wearing her knickers. The feeling of them getting wetter and wetter as I lick up and down over them is one of my favourite parts of giving and Hazel was more than happy to lay back and let me indulge myself.
Now I could see, not just feel, how wet she was, the crotch of her knickers was soaked with her juices and I moved my face closer and covered the wet patch with my lips. As far as I’m concerned, you can keep your fine wines, the taste of an aroused pussy is far more enjoyable and as I sucked on the crotch of Hazel’s knickers I was rewarded with my first taste of hers. “Oh Mike,” Hazel gasped above me, “you’re making me come again. I don't believe it” A broad smile filled my face as I heard those words and I pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side. If she was going to come again I didn’t want it wasted on the crotch of her knickers, I wanted it in my mouth and quickly covered the entrance to her pussy with it.
Once I had a good seal, I poked my tongue into her as far as I could and almost immediately felt her inner muscles contract around it seconds before a wave of her love honey flooded my mouth as her second orgasm hit her and she cried out. I kept probing and sucking until that orgasm died down and Hazel lay trembling on the bed. “Oh my God, Mike,” she gasped, when she finally came down to earth, “I don’t believe it, I’ve come again. I’ve never had two orgasms so close together in my whole life.”
Leaning back for a moment I smiled up at her. “Well,” I said softly, “shall we try for a third?” Before she could reply I moved my lips back onto her pussy and covered her clit them, as I slid two fingers into her, hooked them upwards and massaged the area of her G-spot and once again felt her body stiffen. This time though it took a little longer before she came but after just a couple of minutes she cried out again and pulled my lips harder on to her clit.
“Oh. Mike, Mike, she almost screamed,” you’re doing it again, I’m coming again.” Her orgasm not only took longer to induce but was also less intense and again I let her lie there and recover from it. Once she had, she looked up at me. “Mike,” she said, looking down at my rigid cock “I don’t think I can go all the way today, my pussy’s not used to this but I think I know how to take care of that for you.” With she patted the bed beside her and I knew what she was going to do so got and lay down beside her.
Once she could see I was comfortable, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slid them up and down it couple of times and smiled when she saw the beads of pre-cumm oozing from it. “Oh Mike,” she said as she lowered her head into my lap, it’s so long since I’ve done this. Please be patient with me.” “Just take your time Hazel,” I said, “I’m in now hurry.” With that she moved her head lower and first, I felt her hot breath on my knob, seconds before she poked her tongue out. The feeling of it moving over my knob as she licked the pre-cumm off it is something that I’ll never forget and from her groans of pleasure she was enjoying it as much as I was.
After a minute or so of teasing my knob with her tongue, she moved her lips over it and slid them down, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. Now my cock’s about eight inches long and after she’d taken about half of it she gagged and wrapped her fingers round just below the level of her lips then started to bob her head up and down. For someone who said she hadn’t sucked a cock for a long time she was surprisingly adept at it and after just a couple of minutes I felt my balls tighten and knew my climax was imminent and warned her I was about to come. To my surprise and delight though, she just carried on sucking until I couldn’t hold back any longer and my cock erupted in her mouth, pumping wad after wad of my cumm down her throat.
Hazel kept sucking and swallowing until I had nothing left to give then pulled her lips off my cock and lay down beside me. “Oh Mike,” she whispered, “that was great. I wasn’t sure whether I could still do it but you came so hard it seems I can.” Then added with a sexy grin, “it looks I’ve still got it after all.” “Oh believe me Hazel,” I laughed, glancing down at my cock, “you’ve certainly still got it.” Hazel followed the direction of my glance and smiled. “Mmm, you’re still hard Mike,” she said, “I’m beginning to have second thoughts about not going all the way if you can manage it.”
“Well if you can,” I said, “if you can I’m more than happy to give it a try.” Actually I was quite surprised myself that I was still hard but I suppose having my sexy neighbour lying next to me had a lot to do with it.” Hazel lay there for a moment then smiled at me again. “Well even if we can’t I’m sure it’ll be fun finding out,” she giggled then wrapped her fingers round my cock and added, “I'm all yours Mike, let’s give it a try. Do you have a favourite way?” I lay there and thought for a moment then smiled at her. “How about you get on top first,” I said, “and we can see how you like that.” Hazel nodded and without another word, got up and straddle my waist, her pussy poised directly above my cock. I reached down and held it upright and smiled at her. “Okay sexy,” I laughed, using the words she'd just said, “it’s all yours.” I held my breath as she lowered her pussy onto my cock and smiled when I her groan. “Oh yes Mike,” she cooed, “that feels nice, I can feel it stretching my pussy. It’s really going to fill me up.”
For a while she just sat there impaled on my cock and I thanked the Lord for the blow job she’d given me earlier or, I’d have shot my load in a matter of seconds. For a while I just lay there enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet pussy on my cock then smiled up at her. “Oh that feels great Hazel,” I said, “why don’t you lean forward and let me play with your tits.” Straight away Hazel did as I asked and groaned with pleasure as I massaged her tits and tugged at her nipples as she began to ride me, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. “Oh Mike, I love the way your cock feels inside me, it feels so big I think I’m coming again.”
I slowly slid a hand between us, teasing her clit with the tip of one finger and she cried out again. “Oh yes Mike, yes. I am, I’m coming again.” As she reached yet another sexual high, I felt her pussy spasming around my cock then the sensation of her hot, thick juices on it. She continued to ride me for the next five minutes but unfortunately I hadn’t got anything left to give and after her orgasm had passed she rolled off me.
“You didn’t come then did you Mike?” she said, a concerned look on her face. I just smiled at her and shook my head. “Oh Mike,” she said, “I’m so sorry, you’ve made me come four times and I only made you come once. I’m really sorry.” “Hazel, there’s no need to be sorry,” it’s just one of the drawbacks of old age us men have to suffer.” Then I added with a broad grin, “but I should be alright by tomorrow and we can do it all over again. That’s if you want to of course.” “Of course I want to Mike,” she said, giving my now limp cock a squeeze, “I just felt awful that you hadn’t come again.”
That was the end of my first sexy adventures with Hazel but there many more to come and the next one was, as promised, the following day!!!!
There Is Life After Retirement
(Hazel 1)
When I retired from my job as area manager for a large industrial cleaning firm in the West Midlands I decided I needed a fresh start in new surroundings. One of the contracts I managed was the cleaning contract for the Tesco supermarket in Bangor, North Wales. I’d spent quite a bit of time up there and quite liked the city so decided it would be the perfect place to spend my twilight years. For the first couple of months I lived in a small flat in a large multi occupancy house but as soon as I moved there I put my name on the council housing list and was offered a flat in a small retirement complex on the outskirts of the city. The situation was perfect for me, within easy walking distance to the Menai Straits and also a short drive to the mountains of Snowdonia so my three main hobbies of fishing, walking and photography were well taken care of.
One Saturday afternoon a couple of days after I’d moved to the flats I was doing some shopping in the local supermarket having a coffee in the cafe that was part of the supermarket when I noticed a lady at another table who seemed paying me particular attention. When she saw me looking across at her, she smiled, picked her cup up and came over to my table. “Hello,” she said, putting her cup down on the table, “you’re from the flats aren’t you?” When I told her yes, I was she smiled. “I’m Hazel, I live there too so that makes us neighbours,” she said, “do you mind if I join you?” “No not at all,” I replied, indicating a seat at the other side of the table, “I’m Mike. It’s nice to meet you Hazel,” smiling back at her.
Once she was settled we began chatting and I asked how long she’d lived in the flats. “Five years,” she replied, “I moved there to look after my mother but she passed away last year.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied, “so you’re on your own now are you?” “Yes,” she replied, “but they’re a friendly crowd on the flats so it’s not too bad.” We carried on chatting till I’d finished my coffee then I asked her how she was getting home. “Oh I’ll get a taxi she said, “my car’s off the road at the moment. Have you got a car?” she asked. It was obviously a veiled request for a lift but, wanting to be a good neighbour, I told her I had, and offered her a lift home, which of course she gladly accepted.
After we’d got back to the flats, and I’d helped her carry her shopping up to her flat, she asked me in for a coffee, an invitation I gladly accepted. She’d taken her coat off and under it was wearing a loose fitting, white, long-sleeve, blouse and slacks and, as she bustled about in the kitchen making the drinks it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the blouse, as I couldn’t help noticing the way her tits jiggled about inside it and as well as that I could make out a definite visible pantie line under her tight fitting slacks and immediately my cock began to stiffen.
I was so engrossed in oggling her tits and ass that I didn’t hear her when she spoke. “I asked how you like your coffee,” she said, looking down at her chest, “but I think you’re mind’s elsewhere.” “Oh sorry Hazel,” I quickly replied, “milk and no sugar.” She didn’t mention my oggling again and once I’d finished my coffee I thanked her and headed back to my own flats. That night, I couldn’t get the memory of Hazel’s tits and backside out of my mind, and had a really satisfying hand job, fantasising about them.
The following day at around lunch time I got a call from Hazel, saying she was going to The Antelope, a restaurant pub about a mile from the flats, for lunch and asked if I’d like to join her. Her invite was probably because her own car was off the road and she needed a ride there, but I didn’t mind so I said I’d love to and went round and pick her up at around one o’clock. She was wearing the same white blouse but this time I could tell she was wearing a bra under it, her tits weren’t jiggling about as they'd been the previous day. Another difference was that she wearing a black knee length skirt instead of the slacks and as she got into of the car, the skirt rode up and I got a brief glimpse of her surprisingly shapely legs well above knee high. Hazel blushed and apologised the ‘accidental’ flash then adjusted the skirt and we headed out for dinner. The brief glimpse she’d given though had had had the natural effect on me and my cock was now uncomfortably hard in my pants.
After a pleasant meal, during which I got a couple more down blouse glimpses, we headed back to the flats and when we pulled up on the car park, Hazel smiled at me. “I really think I should re-pay you for being my chauffeur Mike,” she said, glancing down the bulge my cock was still making in my pants. I had a good idea what she had in mind but, not wanting to appear too forward, I smiled back at her. “There’s no need for that Hazel,” I said, “It was nice to have company for lunch for a change.”
“Yes I know that Mike,” she said, putting a hand on my thigh, “but I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing my boobs up. Would you like touch them?” For a moment I just sat there, not believing she was offering me what I’d fantasised about the previous night. Before I could reply, Hazel leant over and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth.
The car park of the flats definitely wasn’t the place for what we both wanted so I suggested we go up to her flat and two minutes later that’s exactly where we were, standing in her bedroom. As soon as the door was closed behind us I took her in my arms, kissing her passionately and Hazel groaned softly when she felt my erection pressing against her tummy and I moved a hand onto the front of her blouse and began to massage her tits through it causing her to groan softly. “Oh Mike,” she whispered, “it’s been so long since anyone touched my boobs, you can go inside my blouse if you want to.”
It was an offer I wasn’t about to refuse and I eased her away from me slightly and began to unbutton her blouse. On the second button she put a hand on mine, preventing me going any further. “Mike,” she said, almost sadly, “I’m nearly seventy so my boobs aren’t what they used to be. I hope you won’t be disappointed.” I smiled down at her and used my other hand to push hers away. “I’m sure they still look beautiful,” I said, as I continued to work my way down the front of her blouse, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
My statement was proved correct when I reached the bottom button and the blouse was fully open. Obviously the thin, white cotton bra she was wearing was keeping her tits under control but it also formed them into one of the most inviting cleavages I’d seen in a long time and I could see that, pressing against the inside of the thin fabric, she had a nice pair of already half erect nipples. I slipped the blouse off over her shoulders, letting it drop to the bedroom floor behind her then eased her backwards towards the bed. Once she was sitting, I reached down and stroked my hands over her bra covered tits, groaning myself as I felt her nipples harden even more inside their cotton prisons.
As I stroked and teased the hard buds through the bra, Hazel reached behind her back and unclipped it, giving me free access to her naked tits. Once fully uncovered they looked even better than I’d imagined. Of course, due to her age, they sagged more than a little but they still looked beautiful, each one tipped with a large deep pink, areola at the centre of which was a now fully erect nipple and I groaned again in admiration. “Hazel, you’re wrong,” I whispered, “they’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” With that I took a soft, warm orb in each hand and gently pinched the nipples, causing Hazel to gasp softly.
“Oh Mike,” she whispered, “I'd forgotten how good this felt. Please don’t stop.” Of course I had no intention of stopping, things had gone too far for that and I lowered my head and took one of the hard little buds between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. What came next really surprised me though, as Hazel cried out and an unmistakable aroma drifted up to me. She’d come, she’d actually had an orgasm from me just sucking on her nipple, the first time I’d ever experienced this.
As I continued to suck and lick at her nipples, I moved a hand down onto the hem of her skirt and slid my hand up under it. She was wearing tights but through them, and the knickers she had on, I could feel the result of her orgasm, she was really wet down there and I quickly abandoned my assault on her nipples and stepped back. For a moment she sat there looking up at me, a slightly puzzled look on her face but when I began to strip off a smile replaced the puzzled look and when I was finally standing naked infront of her, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my now rock hard cock, squeezing it gently.
“Oh Mike,” she whispered as she worked her fingers up and down my length, “it's so big and hard, I’ve never had one this big, please be gentle.” “Don’t worry I will,” I whispered, smiling down at her, “but there’s something I want to do first.” Again a puzzled look crossed her face but when I leant forwards and kissed her nylon clad thigh she smiled. “Are you going to eat my pussy Mike?” she said, a look of excitement filling her face. I nodded and smiled up at her. “Yes,” I replied, “but only if you want me to.” “Oh I do Mike, I do” she whispered, “it’s years since anyone did that.”
Smiling up at her I moved my hands to the waistband of her skirt. “This need to come off first though,” I said as I unclipped the top of it. She smiled down at me and raised her hips allowing me to pull it down along with her tights. She went to push her knickers down but I stopped her. “No leave those Hazel,” I said, “I’ll do that when I’m ready.” The truth is, I love both giving and receiving oral sex but I prefer to start the giving with the lady wearing her knickers. The feeling of them getting wetter and wetter as I lick up and down over them is one of my favourite parts of giving and Hazel was more than happy to lay back and let me indulge myself.
Now I could see, not just feel, how wet she was, the crotch of her knickers was soaked with her juices and I moved my face closer and covered the wet patch with my lips. As far as I’m concerned, you can keep your fine wines, the taste of an aroused pussy is far more enjoyable and as I sucked on the crotch of Hazel’s knickers I was rewarded with my first taste of hers. “Oh Mike,” Hazel gasped above me, “you’re making me come again. I don't believe it” A broad smile filled my face as I heard those words and I pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side. If she was going to come again I didn’t want it wasted on the crotch of her knickers, I wanted it in my mouth and quickly covered the entrance to her pussy with it.
Once I had a good seal, I poked my tongue into her as far as I could and almost immediately felt her inner muscles contract around it seconds before a wave of her love honey flooded my mouth as her second orgasm hit her and she cried out. I kept probing and sucking until that orgasm died down and Hazel lay trembling on the bed. “Oh my God, Mike,” she gasped, when she finally came down to earth, “I don’t believe it, I’ve come again. I’ve never had two orgasms so close together in my whole life.”
Leaning back for a moment I smiled up at her. “Well,” I said softly, “shall we try for a third?” Before she could reply I moved my lips back onto her pussy and covered her clit them, as I slid two fingers into her, hooked them upwards and massaged the area of her G-spot and once again felt her body stiffen. This time though it took a little longer before she came but after just a couple of minutes she cried out again and pulled my lips harder on to her clit.
“Oh. Mike, Mike, she almost screamed,” you’re doing it again, I’m coming again.” Her orgasm not only took longer to induce but was also less intense and again I let her lie there and recover from it. Once she had, she looked up at me. “Mike,” she said, looking down at my rigid cock “I don’t think I can go all the way today, my pussy’s not used to this but I think I know how to take care of that for you.” With she patted the bed beside her and I knew what she was going to do so got and lay down beside her.
Once she could see I was comfortable, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slid them up and down it couple of times and smiled when she saw the beads of pre-cumm oozing from it. “Oh Mike,” she said as she lowered her head into my lap, it’s so long since I’ve done this. Please be patient with me.” “Just take your time Hazel,” I said, “I’m in now hurry.” With that she moved her head lower and first, I felt her hot breath on my knob, seconds before she poked her tongue out. The feeling of it moving over my knob as she licked the pre-cumm off it is something that I’ll never forget and from her groans of pleasure she was enjoying it as much as I was.
After a minute or so of teasing my knob with her tongue, she moved her lips over it and slid them down, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. Now my cock’s about eight inches long and after she’d taken about half of it she gagged and wrapped her fingers round just below the level of her lips then started to bob her head up and down. For someone who said she hadn’t sucked a cock for a long time she was surprisingly adept at it and after just a couple of minutes I felt my balls tighten and knew my climax was imminent and warned her I was about to come. To my surprise and delight though, she just carried on sucking until I couldn’t hold back any longer and my cock erupted in her mouth, pumping wad after wad of my cumm down her throat.
Hazel kept sucking and swallowing until I had nothing left to give then pulled her lips off my cock and lay down beside me. “Oh Mike,” she whispered, “that was great. I wasn’t sure whether I could still do it but you came so hard it seems I can.” Then added with a sexy grin, “it looks I’ve still got it after all.” “Oh believe me Hazel,” I laughed, glancing down at my cock, “you’ve certainly still got it.” Hazel followed the direction of my glance and smiled. “Mmm, you’re still hard Mike,” she said, “I’m beginning to have second thoughts about not going all the way if you can manage it.”
“Well if you can,” I said, “if you can I’m more than happy to give it a try.” Actually I was quite surprised myself that I was still hard but I suppose having my sexy neighbour lying next to me had a lot to do with it.” Hazel lay there for a moment then smiled at me again. “Well even if we can’t I’m sure it’ll be fun finding out,” she giggled then wrapped her fingers round my cock and added, “I'm all yours Mike, let’s give it a try. Do you have a favourite way?” I lay there and thought for a moment then smiled at her. “How about you get on top first,” I said, “and we can see how you like that.” Hazel nodded and without another word, got up and straddle my waist, her pussy poised directly above my cock. I reached down and held it upright and smiled at her. “Okay sexy,” I laughed, using the words she'd just said, “it’s all yours.” I held my breath as she lowered her pussy onto my cock and smiled when I her groan. “Oh yes Mike,” she cooed, “that feels nice, I can feel it stretching my pussy. It’s really going to fill me up.”
For a while she just sat there impaled on my cock and I thanked the Lord for the blow job she’d given me earlier or, I’d have shot my load in a matter of seconds. For a while I just lay there enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet pussy on my cock then smiled up at her. “Oh that feels great Hazel,” I said, “why don’t you lean forward and let me play with your tits.” Straight away Hazel did as I asked and groaned with pleasure as I massaged her tits and tugged at her nipples as she began to ride me, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. “Oh Mike, I love the way your cock feels inside me, it feels so big I think I’m coming again.”
I slowly slid a hand between us, teasing her clit with the tip of one finger and she cried out again. “Oh yes Mike, yes. I am, I’m coming again.” As she reached yet another sexual high, I felt her pussy spasming around my cock then the sensation of her hot, thick juices on it. She continued to ride me for the next five minutes but unfortunately I hadn’t got anything left to give and after her orgasm had passed she rolled off me.
“You didn’t come then did you Mike?” she said, a concerned look on her face. I just smiled at her and shook my head. “Oh Mike,” she said, “I’m so sorry, you’ve made me come four times and I only made you come once. I’m really sorry.” “Hazel, there’s no need to be sorry,” it’s just one of the drawbacks of old age us men have to suffer.” Then I added with a broad grin, “but I should be alright by tomorrow and we can do it all over again. That’s if you want to of course.” “Of course I want to Mike,” she said, giving my now limp cock a squeeze, “I just felt awful that you hadn’t come again.”
That was the end of my first sexy adventures with Hazel but there many more to come and the next one was, as promised, the following day!!!!
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