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Well, I was walking through a corridor in my local hospital when a very attractive red-haired nurse with an old bod in a wheelchair pushed her way through the crowd. Now me I do understand it can`t be easy, wending your way through the crowd with a patient, but this was aggressive to say the least. Anyway, when I got to X-ray booked in and sat as you do the door barged open and in comes the same nurse dragging her poor patient, still in his chair, dumps him at the end of the seats and shoves her way to the front of the short queue and books in without an excuse me or a could I please…
One of the elderly ladies she displaced gave her a glower and yet another muttered that a good spanking when she was younger would have done her manners a world of good…
That caused the young lady to turn and glower, but she stood silently knowing it was more than her jobs worth to retaliate.
Her papers were returned, and she sat with the old chap in his wheelchair, as it happened opposite me, as we patiently waited as you do. Now, me I`m not much for reading last year`s country life, or the other magazines that are dumped in waiting rooms, so I sat as men do, appraising the talent on display around me, and I have to say it was a bit sparse on that afternoon. The two old biddie`s by whom the nurse had been muttered at, were well past anything sexual, then there was a mother of perhaps 25, but in dire need of a good diet, who if I was on a desert island with her, would have passed away some time, but she definitely would not be my 1`st choice! There was a couple of older women both with husbands and looking frumpy, so the only really eligible woman was this bad mannered little nurse.
Now, being me, I checked her out, like you do and to be honest she was quite attractive in a physical way. About 5`2”, reasonable legs, nice round arse, narrow waist, reasonable bust, though I, am not great at sizes, tending to assess women by handful, sizes sadly not being my strong point, but she was a good two handfuls and I`ve big hands!
She glowered at me, as if to say, who the f…are you gawping at? But, I smiled in my most charming fashion and said about today`s weather, always a system that we British use day to day, and with 90% it breaks down the first stage of the barriers. Sadly, nursey was not in the 90% and just glowered, grunting something about it “pissing down” or it may have been “off” but in my defence, it was very low!
A second nurse appeared, called to her “hi Wendy,” checked he was `Fred whoever’, and collecting the wheelchair and patient wobbling away through a double set of doors, leaving her sat awaiting his return. Another nurse appeared, called folks names and then with porky and her brat and an old boy sat at the far end, wobbled away through the doors.
By now she was beginning to present a challenge, and my male competitive streak was bursting forth, so I hit on her as hard as my personality would stretch.
By now she was bored so that helped, and the fact she was one of those who was usually the centre of things she felt obliged to chat even if it was begrudgingly.
Ten long minutes of my charm offensive such as it is, got us to the Wendy and Eddy stage, and when I was asked m her for a date, it caused her to ask, “why I wanted to take her out?” Now I must say I am usually a little reluctant to give reasons but in her case …well she had been a mannerless cow …so my attitude was well, perhaps a bit gung-ho!
Nothing ventured nothing gained.
“to be honest its that pretty little arse of yours….” That sat her back I can tell you…
She looked puzzled, “look” I said, your attractive, pretty even, nice shape, and in all respects a turn on. But it`s your manners which need correcting and I would like so very much to correct them for you, I have a hand that itches to show you the error of your ways, and I must say I fancy screwing you as well if your so inclined.” Her jaw fell open and I continued “a weekend in the dales all expenses paid would benefit both of us” and just then we were interrupted by my name being called by a bruiser of a nurse who bawled “EDWARD LONGFELLOW” in a voice that was not to be trifled with, so I stood and meekly followed her through the double doors, leaving Wendy with the unanswered question, and a look of total shock. I thought I had blown my chances this time, but at least I thought it had brought her down a peg or two!
Anyway, it took 10 minutes till my left thumb had become a star, and I found myself back in the waiting room, waiting to collect the prints to return to A&E. Wendy to my surprise was still waiting her old boy, so I took the seat next to her expecting at least a sharp rebuke, or a cold shoulder.
To my surprise she looked at me in a strange sort of way and said that I was the first man she had ever encountered that had told her the truth from the start, and where did I propose taking her and when?
Now those that know me know I am retired so to me the obstruction was the wife, but next weekend she was away to one of her relatives, so Saturday morning till Monday I was free as a bird. So, I suggested a night away in the dales, for a night of unbridled passion and a little correction …and to my immense surprise, she agreed saying to “collect her at 10.30 at the front of the nurse`s home”, which fitted in great with my misses catching the 9.47 train!
Back comes her bod, and my pickies and that was that, off I went for the plaster of a broken thumb, and she to wipe arse or whatever nurses do.
Now you might think ‘cheating old basket, but my misses and I have an unspoken rule never to keep secrets, so, that night I told her of the young lady and her stress and manners and that I was going to take her up to our ‘chalet in the hills,’ (our hut, in reality an elderly porter cabin by the fishing lake) where I was going to show her the flat of my hand if necessary. (I didn’t mention the screwing her bit but well, she-thinks…in my condition and time of life, it wouldn’t be a problem!)
Thus, it was that on that wet Saturday in November I waved good-by, to the trouble and strife of 40 odd years and nipped off to collect a replacement, who I wasn’t sure of and , so little did I know her, I doubted she would turn up, me having only spoken to her in the waiting room at X-ray!... was I down for a surprise…
Well I sat there for a good 30 minutes before she appeared 10 minutes late, by now I was about to leave, expecting to have been stood up but boy I was glad I waited; mini-skirt, high heels, blouse, hoody and a duffle bag, with a very smart dress on a hanger in a poly bag, a girl away for the weekend, complete with a winning smile, but no apology for making me wait. She, lay her dress on the seat in the back slung in her bag, jumped in and off we went.
The rain beat on the windows, as we climbed up from Leek town, towards ‘Flash’ the highest village in England, the mist closed in, as we turned off the main road, to say the area was dismal was an understatement. Twenty more minutes saw us at the back -gate, which I opened, drove through and close. She, sat looking through the windscreen at the grey and wet countryside with mist rolling in thickly, before we struggled along the rough track to the “chalet” ½ a mile from no-where as my misses always says!
If she was expecting a five-star hotel well she was wrong, the place was a grey painted porta cabin surrounded by grey swirling fog on a wet day, it was cool, to say the least, not having been used for a while, though the power was on, and the logs where dry stacked in by the stove.
She had said very little all the way but now asked “why we had stopped here where was the hotel?” visibility was now down to less than 100feet and rain beating a tattoo on the roof
My answer was to point at the sign my misses had on the wall by the door, the place-name, ‘THE HOTEL NO-WHERE’…to say she was less than happy would be accurate, and she ‘asked me,’ no, more demanded loudly that I took her back to the nurse`s home. I laughed, then explained that tomorrow I would be off to town and I should be happy to drop her off, but demands didn’t wash with me!
I carried on and lit the wood stove, as she had her tantrum, stamping her feet and cursing me, my parents, and the world.
I told her if she felt that bad she could walk back, the main road being only the 3 long miles away, and the door slammed behind her as she set off.
I made up the double bed, lit the stove, put the kettle on and waited. Her return took a shade over an hour, she arrived as wet as an otters pocket, dripping and cold, reality had arrived.
In silence I helped her off with her wet outer clothes, threw her a dressing gown and pointed out the bathroom, it was not the time for words. by now the water was hot, these wood fires being pretty efficient, and the work linking the place to the farm cattle water supply has proved so useful.
After a shower, and now dressed in a nighty and a dressing gown clasping a hot drink sat before the hot stove she was a little more amenable, her clothing drying beside the stove.
“Now missy, firstly, I had said, a night away in the dales, a night of unbridled passion and a little correction, so its up to you, I never said hotel, you might have assumed, that from previous trysts, but I`ve not lied to you, not come at it sideways, or teased you into being in my bed. This place is my getaway home for losing inhibitions, and stress, I eat simply, and though I`m no drunk I like a beer or two, and I won`t tell you lies.”
“My old dick only occasionally gets as stiff as I would like, so that side of things may be a tongue and finger job, but other than that Wendy dear, you’re here to enjoy a weekend away in the dales!”
She sat slowly absorbing what I had said, then at last she began to talk sensibly. She said “she had come as she had convinced herself I was an old smoothy who would have spanked her once , a small price to pay, then she had expected to be wined and dined in s sumptuous hotel giving her a fantastic weekend of fine food, wine, perhaps a walk if the weather was fine, and a relaxing and fun weekend away…something most of her dates had taken for granted, what she had got was a weekend shut in a hut with an old chap whose hand was in a cast and who couldn’t even keep his dick hard, drinking coffee and eating beans on toast with a chap who was promising to spank my arse and couldn’t get hard!
I laughed and said, “that was about the size of it, and the best she could do was to go with the flow!” I grinned and added “Oh, and perhaps you would like to check the menu, beans on toast is not, and I repeat not, on the list” again she grinned, glancing round the room as I said, “the food is in the boot!”
Then I laughed, and she shook her head and began to smile, calling me “an old chancer, it being the first smile I had seen, and it lit up her face.
After a while I unloaded the car, fetching in a big hamper of food and a crate of beer, as well as a bottle or two of I am told a good French wine, not that for me French and good could get in the same sentence, and I would never drink the stuff myself, but there is no accounting for women`s taste.
I produced a simple but tasty meal, bass filets, with peas and new potatoes, followed by apple pie and custard all served with white wine for her and beer for me by candlelight.
Now, I am no Casanova, but I must admit it worked, Wendy rose, took my hand and shaking her head as if to say, ‘I must be mad’ she led me to the sofa, we lay on the old couch her against me, my arm around her as we watched the flames consuming the logs and she told me of her past, (and no I am not telling you lot as it was a sad story,) which she finished by saying that she had felt like shite that day in X-ray, it having being her week, and she had been stood up by some young doctor, so she was not in the best of moods she apologised for her manners, for which she said ‘she expected to be spanked if that was what I wanted to enjoy, most men in her life seemed to want to spank her arse for some reason!
I suspect I broke the spell for her a bit when I replied that “I was going to do just that anyway, and not just for my joy but just to remind her of her manners!” I added “we will wash up first missy, you can dry!” shaking her head and to her obvious surprise we cleared the table, washed the plates and pots dried and put away, it was then I explained that “I needed the table”! Then told her to” bend over the end of it and to expose her backside ….” Her mouth opened then silently closed, as she raised the flimsy clothing to reveal her lovely butt, and in an amazed sort of daze she bent forward, and I began to spank her soft arse.to the background sound of Straus, playing on the cd player, those tender orbs shook every-time my hand came into contact, left, right, left right, in time to the Danube, the palm on my good hand warming with every stroke and her cheeks glowing pink as she fought not to cry out, her arms resting on the table top, and my potted hand holding back her night-gown and dressing -gown, as my hand struck like a metronome, she bit her lip, she shook her head, , her eyes rolled but still the arm rose and the palm fell, then at last she began to moan, as an orgasm she never expected, took her to heaven and she let herself ride on the wave of joy.
I ceased, poured myself a beer, then returned to the couch, while she lay, like a beached but shapely whale, gasping and slowly gathering herself in the soft candlelight and the reflected light of the open fire doors.
It took a few long moments, then she stood adjusted her gowns, poured herself another wine and joined me in front of the fire, sitting down gently and wrapping her arm`s round me in a most sensuous way.
It was one of those few moments in life when two people are in total contact without a word being spoken. We lay together watching the fire and loving one another, gentle soft caresses, slowly building to kisses, deep and meaningful, tongues fighting for supremacy, my pot hand on her back, my good hand slowly fondling her soft breasts, her nipples hardening as my hand cupped the soft cloth covered orbs.
The moment stretched to minutes, then to my surprise her hand found my fly the zip slithering open, her hand gentle and loving gripping my manhood which to my absolute amazement stood like a guardsman.
Her soft lips left mine and were soon sucking my tool into her warm wet mouth, something in my whole lifetime has happened in reality only a very few times, my wife not being into oral sex at all.
It was glorious, she was a skilled, tender soft mouthed lover, who knew her trade to perfection, here was I twice or more her age, not having shed, even a cufflink, having this soft woman, who was lovingly teasing a massive orgasm from me, the man who had just tanned the backside of this oh so grateful lass.
I spurted into her mouth, more than I had managed for some years, she never missed a beat, swallowing my seed in a most grateful smiling way that I shall remember for the rest of my life.
Spent we lay collapsed together, the fire dying back for want of a log, finally we rose, she to make coffee, and me to bank the fire with what we laughingly called coal, a dusty mixture of dust I sc**** up from a friend`s coal yard floor. Its crap but it keeps this stove overnight in a way nothing else can.
I washed my grubby paws and stripped off my clothes in the bathroom took a deep breath then emerged and hopped into the big old bed, in which she already lay, naked. The light of a single candle lit the room in a soft dim light, as our lips remade contact. We melted into one another, it was glorious, time was rolled back, I was in my teens once more, here was I with this wondrous willing female, soft of skin, gentle, and uncomplaining. Like a c***d in a sweet shop my hands were into every crevice, every soft centred sack, after a while, my old dick rose to the occasion once more, and I managed to fill her body in a way I had lost faith that I would ever be able to fill any woman again.
We rolled this way, then that, me on top, then her, breasts dangling in my face, nipples stiff, un-refuseable, dark red-brown teats that begged to be sucked, chewed, nibbled. Time meant nothing, she came time and again, small orgasms, squeezing my pick in her sex like a cows teat in a milkmaids hand, it was glorious, it was wanton it was magnificent and it was punishing on old bones, my seed filled her, pump, pump, pump, deep into her young body, suddenly I realised the dangers, then as quickly that I had been vasectomised and the wave of worry reseeded, we rolled once more and parted, her gasped comment of “WoW” was to me the finest accolade I could ever have received. We slept her curled in my arm like a c***d.
Dawn came, bright clear and with a sky full of birds singing their noisy hearts out. My hand slid over her body as if to prove she was real, soft curves told me it was no dream, as I slid my trapped arm from her, at my age every few hours nature calls, and today was no exception, she stirred as I slid from her side, eyes just slits watching me still naked toddling away to the bathroom, remembering to open the damper on the stove and throw on a log as I passed.
I faced the toilet and as I began to relieve myself as a hand appeared pushing my own away and taking me into its warm palm.
Mid-stream now suddenly the forefinger and thumb closed on my foreskin, instantly the skin ballooned, full of my stream, swelling painfully then bursting forth into the bowl as she released this instant seal, only to do it again and again as I stood stunned secretly enjoying the sensation, till my bladder was empty and she dropped my used, tired tool from her grasp.
We laughed, and she sat me on the toilet like a c***d, then sat herself on my lap, facing me legs akimbo, releasing her hot stream onto my now flaccid tool, hot and hard, dripping and splashing from my balls into the bowl below.
We showered together, lips entwined then returned to the warm kitchen, laughing like school k**s, drying one another with the fluffy towels. Naked still she insisted on cooking breakfast, and we sat over the meal, talking and gently enjoying one another`s company.
I explained this place was the wife and I`s bolt hole, our unwinding place, and that we got power water and the like from the farm just behind the hut. As I had purposely arrived by the back entrance she had not seen it in the mist the day before, when she had set off homeward on foot. The enshrouding cloud and mist having hidden it and behind it the main road from her.
She laughed at that, having believed we were well remote, and having given up on her quest, for freedom, wet and bedraggled returning to me and the chalet defeated.
She said that I was” an old fraud”, that this must be a one off, and that it had been “an experience she would not have missed for the world, though she would never forget the blue Danube when it was played ever again” which for an old git like me was music in my ears!
We spent the morning, a beautiful morning walking around the area, the lake, and the farm then after a leisurely lunch at the pub ½mile away, we returned, loaded the car, fetched in some logs to dry, locked up and returned to the nurse`s home where she kissed me, waved goodbye and wandered away with a smile, back to the stress of the hospital and all its problems. I ran down to the station and was just in time to collect the good lady, who asked if I had had a good relaxing weekend….?
A non-committal comment of “yes but wet,” was enough but I had to smile as she put on the CD and the sound of the Danube filled the motor.
Well, I was walking through a corridor in my local hospital when a very attractive red-haired nurse with an old bod in a wheelchair pushed her way through the crowd. Now me I do understand it can`t be easy, wending your way through the crowd with a patient, but this was aggressive to say the least. Anyway, when I got to X-ray booked in and sat as you do the door barged open and in comes the same nurse dragging her poor patient, still in his chair, dumps him at the end of the seats and shoves her way to the front of the short queue and books in without an excuse me or a could I please…
One of the elderly ladies she displaced gave her a glower and yet another muttered that a good spanking when she was younger would have done her manners a world of good…
That caused the young lady to turn and glower, but she stood silently knowing it was more than her jobs worth to retaliate.
Her papers were returned, and she sat with the old chap in his wheelchair, as it happened opposite me, as we patiently waited as you do. Now, me I`m not much for reading last year`s country life, or the other magazines that are dumped in waiting rooms, so I sat as men do, appraising the talent on display around me, and I have to say it was a bit sparse on that afternoon. The two old biddie`s by whom the nurse had been muttered at, were well past anything sexual, then there was a mother of perhaps 25, but in dire need of a good diet, who if I was on a desert island with her, would have passed away some time, but she definitely would not be my 1`st choice! There was a couple of older women both with husbands and looking frumpy, so the only really eligible woman was this bad mannered little nurse.
Now, being me, I checked her out, like you do and to be honest she was quite attractive in a physical way. About 5`2”, reasonable legs, nice round arse, narrow waist, reasonable bust, though I, am not great at sizes, tending to assess women by handful, sizes sadly not being my strong point, but she was a good two handfuls and I`ve big hands!
She glowered at me, as if to say, who the f…are you gawping at? But, I smiled in my most charming fashion and said about today`s weather, always a system that we British use day to day, and with 90% it breaks down the first stage of the barriers. Sadly, nursey was not in the 90% and just glowered, grunting something about it “pissing down” or it may have been “off” but in my defence, it was very low!
A second nurse appeared, called to her “hi Wendy,” checked he was `Fred whoever’, and collecting the wheelchair and patient wobbling away through a double set of doors, leaving her sat awaiting his return. Another nurse appeared, called folks names and then with porky and her brat and an old boy sat at the far end, wobbled away through the doors.
By now she was beginning to present a challenge, and my male competitive streak was bursting forth, so I hit on her as hard as my personality would stretch.
By now she was bored so that helped, and the fact she was one of those who was usually the centre of things she felt obliged to chat even if it was begrudgingly.
Ten long minutes of my charm offensive such as it is, got us to the Wendy and Eddy stage, and when I was asked m her for a date, it caused her to ask, “why I wanted to take her out?” Now I must say I am usually a little reluctant to give reasons but in her case …well she had been a mannerless cow …so my attitude was well, perhaps a bit gung-ho!
Nothing ventured nothing gained.
“to be honest its that pretty little arse of yours….” That sat her back I can tell you…
She looked puzzled, “look” I said, your attractive, pretty even, nice shape, and in all respects a turn on. But it`s your manners which need correcting and I would like so very much to correct them for you, I have a hand that itches to show you the error of your ways, and I must say I fancy screwing you as well if your so inclined.” Her jaw fell open and I continued “a weekend in the dales all expenses paid would benefit both of us” and just then we were interrupted by my name being called by a bruiser of a nurse who bawled “EDWARD LONGFELLOW” in a voice that was not to be trifled with, so I stood and meekly followed her through the double doors, leaving Wendy with the unanswered question, and a look of total shock. I thought I had blown my chances this time, but at least I thought it had brought her down a peg or two!
Anyway, it took 10 minutes till my left thumb had become a star, and I found myself back in the waiting room, waiting to collect the prints to return to A&E. Wendy to my surprise was still waiting her old boy, so I took the seat next to her expecting at least a sharp rebuke, or a cold shoulder.
To my surprise she looked at me in a strange sort of way and said that I was the first man she had ever encountered that had told her the truth from the start, and where did I propose taking her and when?
Now those that know me know I am retired so to me the obstruction was the wife, but next weekend she was away to one of her relatives, so Saturday morning till Monday I was free as a bird. So, I suggested a night away in the dales, for a night of unbridled passion and a little correction …and to my immense surprise, she agreed saying to “collect her at 10.30 at the front of the nurse`s home”, which fitted in great with my misses catching the 9.47 train!
Back comes her bod, and my pickies and that was that, off I went for the plaster of a broken thumb, and she to wipe arse or whatever nurses do.
Now you might think ‘cheating old basket, but my misses and I have an unspoken rule never to keep secrets, so, that night I told her of the young lady and her stress and manners and that I was going to take her up to our ‘chalet in the hills,’ (our hut, in reality an elderly porter cabin by the fishing lake) where I was going to show her the flat of my hand if necessary. (I didn’t mention the screwing her bit but well, she-thinks…in my condition and time of life, it wouldn’t be a problem!)
Thus, it was that on that wet Saturday in November I waved good-by, to the trouble and strife of 40 odd years and nipped off to collect a replacement, who I wasn’t sure of and , so little did I know her, I doubted she would turn up, me having only spoken to her in the waiting room at X-ray!... was I down for a surprise…
Well I sat there for a good 30 minutes before she appeared 10 minutes late, by now I was about to leave, expecting to have been stood up but boy I was glad I waited; mini-skirt, high heels, blouse, hoody and a duffle bag, with a very smart dress on a hanger in a poly bag, a girl away for the weekend, complete with a winning smile, but no apology for making me wait. She, lay her dress on the seat in the back slung in her bag, jumped in and off we went.
The rain beat on the windows, as we climbed up from Leek town, towards ‘Flash’ the highest village in England, the mist closed in, as we turned off the main road, to say the area was dismal was an understatement. Twenty more minutes saw us at the back -gate, which I opened, drove through and close. She, sat looking through the windscreen at the grey and wet countryside with mist rolling in thickly, before we struggled along the rough track to the “chalet” ½ a mile from no-where as my misses always says!
If she was expecting a five-star hotel well she was wrong, the place was a grey painted porta cabin surrounded by grey swirling fog on a wet day, it was cool, to say the least, not having been used for a while, though the power was on, and the logs where dry stacked in by the stove.
She had said very little all the way but now asked “why we had stopped here where was the hotel?” visibility was now down to less than 100feet and rain beating a tattoo on the roof
My answer was to point at the sign my misses had on the wall by the door, the place-name, ‘THE HOTEL NO-WHERE’…to say she was less than happy would be accurate, and she ‘asked me,’ no, more demanded loudly that I took her back to the nurse`s home. I laughed, then explained that tomorrow I would be off to town and I should be happy to drop her off, but demands didn’t wash with me!
I carried on and lit the wood stove, as she had her tantrum, stamping her feet and cursing me, my parents, and the world.
I told her if she felt that bad she could walk back, the main road being only the 3 long miles away, and the door slammed behind her as she set off.
I made up the double bed, lit the stove, put the kettle on and waited. Her return took a shade over an hour, she arrived as wet as an otters pocket, dripping and cold, reality had arrived.
In silence I helped her off with her wet outer clothes, threw her a dressing gown and pointed out the bathroom, it was not the time for words. by now the water was hot, these wood fires being pretty efficient, and the work linking the place to the farm cattle water supply has proved so useful.
After a shower, and now dressed in a nighty and a dressing gown clasping a hot drink sat before the hot stove she was a little more amenable, her clothing drying beside the stove.
“Now missy, firstly, I had said, a night away in the dales, a night of unbridled passion and a little correction, so its up to you, I never said hotel, you might have assumed, that from previous trysts, but I`ve not lied to you, not come at it sideways, or teased you into being in my bed. This place is my getaway home for losing inhibitions, and stress, I eat simply, and though I`m no drunk I like a beer or two, and I won`t tell you lies.”
“My old dick only occasionally gets as stiff as I would like, so that side of things may be a tongue and finger job, but other than that Wendy dear, you’re here to enjoy a weekend away in the dales!”
She sat slowly absorbing what I had said, then at last she began to talk sensibly. She said “she had come as she had convinced herself I was an old smoothy who would have spanked her once , a small price to pay, then she had expected to be wined and dined in s sumptuous hotel giving her a fantastic weekend of fine food, wine, perhaps a walk if the weather was fine, and a relaxing and fun weekend away…something most of her dates had taken for granted, what she had got was a weekend shut in a hut with an old chap whose hand was in a cast and who couldn’t even keep his dick hard, drinking coffee and eating beans on toast with a chap who was promising to spank my arse and couldn’t get hard!
I laughed and said, “that was about the size of it, and the best she could do was to go with the flow!” I grinned and added “Oh, and perhaps you would like to check the menu, beans on toast is not, and I repeat not, on the list” again she grinned, glancing round the room as I said, “the food is in the boot!”
Then I laughed, and she shook her head and began to smile, calling me “an old chancer, it being the first smile I had seen, and it lit up her face.
After a while I unloaded the car, fetching in a big hamper of food and a crate of beer, as well as a bottle or two of I am told a good French wine, not that for me French and good could get in the same sentence, and I would never drink the stuff myself, but there is no accounting for women`s taste.
I produced a simple but tasty meal, bass filets, with peas and new potatoes, followed by apple pie and custard all served with white wine for her and beer for me by candlelight.
Now, I am no Casanova, but I must admit it worked, Wendy rose, took my hand and shaking her head as if to say, ‘I must be mad’ she led me to the sofa, we lay on the old couch her against me, my arm around her as we watched the flames consuming the logs and she told me of her past, (and no I am not telling you lot as it was a sad story,) which she finished by saying that she had felt like shite that day in X-ray, it having being her week, and she had been stood up by some young doctor, so she was not in the best of moods she apologised for her manners, for which she said ‘she expected to be spanked if that was what I wanted to enjoy, most men in her life seemed to want to spank her arse for some reason!
I suspect I broke the spell for her a bit when I replied that “I was going to do just that anyway, and not just for my joy but just to remind her of her manners!” I added “we will wash up first missy, you can dry!” shaking her head and to her obvious surprise we cleared the table, washed the plates and pots dried and put away, it was then I explained that “I needed the table”! Then told her to” bend over the end of it and to expose her backside ….” Her mouth opened then silently closed, as she raised the flimsy clothing to reveal her lovely butt, and in an amazed sort of daze she bent forward, and I began to spank her soft arse.to the background sound of Straus, playing on the cd player, those tender orbs shook every-time my hand came into contact, left, right, left right, in time to the Danube, the palm on my good hand warming with every stroke and her cheeks glowing pink as she fought not to cry out, her arms resting on the table top, and my potted hand holding back her night-gown and dressing -gown, as my hand struck like a metronome, she bit her lip, she shook her head, , her eyes rolled but still the arm rose and the palm fell, then at last she began to moan, as an orgasm she never expected, took her to heaven and she let herself ride on the wave of joy.
I ceased, poured myself a beer, then returned to the couch, while she lay, like a beached but shapely whale, gasping and slowly gathering herself in the soft candlelight and the reflected light of the open fire doors.
It took a few long moments, then she stood adjusted her gowns, poured herself another wine and joined me in front of the fire, sitting down gently and wrapping her arm`s round me in a most sensuous way.
It was one of those few moments in life when two people are in total contact without a word being spoken. We lay together watching the fire and loving one another, gentle soft caresses, slowly building to kisses, deep and meaningful, tongues fighting for supremacy, my pot hand on her back, my good hand slowly fondling her soft breasts, her nipples hardening as my hand cupped the soft cloth covered orbs.
The moment stretched to minutes, then to my surprise her hand found my fly the zip slithering open, her hand gentle and loving gripping my manhood which to my absolute amazement stood like a guardsman.
Her soft lips left mine and were soon sucking my tool into her warm wet mouth, something in my whole lifetime has happened in reality only a very few times, my wife not being into oral sex at all.
It was glorious, she was a skilled, tender soft mouthed lover, who knew her trade to perfection, here was I twice or more her age, not having shed, even a cufflink, having this soft woman, who was lovingly teasing a massive orgasm from me, the man who had just tanned the backside of this oh so grateful lass.
I spurted into her mouth, more than I had managed for some years, she never missed a beat, swallowing my seed in a most grateful smiling way that I shall remember for the rest of my life.
Spent we lay collapsed together, the fire dying back for want of a log, finally we rose, she to make coffee, and me to bank the fire with what we laughingly called coal, a dusty mixture of dust I sc**** up from a friend`s coal yard floor. Its crap but it keeps this stove overnight in a way nothing else can.
I washed my grubby paws and stripped off my clothes in the bathroom took a deep breath then emerged and hopped into the big old bed, in which she already lay, naked. The light of a single candle lit the room in a soft dim light, as our lips remade contact. We melted into one another, it was glorious, time was rolled back, I was in my teens once more, here was I with this wondrous willing female, soft of skin, gentle, and uncomplaining. Like a c***d in a sweet shop my hands were into every crevice, every soft centred sack, after a while, my old dick rose to the occasion once more, and I managed to fill her body in a way I had lost faith that I would ever be able to fill any woman again.
We rolled this way, then that, me on top, then her, breasts dangling in my face, nipples stiff, un-refuseable, dark red-brown teats that begged to be sucked, chewed, nibbled. Time meant nothing, she came time and again, small orgasms, squeezing my pick in her sex like a cows teat in a milkmaids hand, it was glorious, it was wanton it was magnificent and it was punishing on old bones, my seed filled her, pump, pump, pump, deep into her young body, suddenly I realised the dangers, then as quickly that I had been vasectomised and the wave of worry reseeded, we rolled once more and parted, her gasped comment of “WoW” was to me the finest accolade I could ever have received. We slept her curled in my arm like a c***d.
Dawn came, bright clear and with a sky full of birds singing their noisy hearts out. My hand slid over her body as if to prove she was real, soft curves told me it was no dream, as I slid my trapped arm from her, at my age every few hours nature calls, and today was no exception, she stirred as I slid from her side, eyes just slits watching me still naked toddling away to the bathroom, remembering to open the damper on the stove and throw on a log as I passed.
I faced the toilet and as I began to relieve myself as a hand appeared pushing my own away and taking me into its warm palm.
Mid-stream now suddenly the forefinger and thumb closed on my foreskin, instantly the skin ballooned, full of my stream, swelling painfully then bursting forth into the bowl as she released this instant seal, only to do it again and again as I stood stunned secretly enjoying the sensation, till my bladder was empty and she dropped my used, tired tool from her grasp.
We laughed, and she sat me on the toilet like a c***d, then sat herself on my lap, facing me legs akimbo, releasing her hot stream onto my now flaccid tool, hot and hard, dripping and splashing from my balls into the bowl below.
We showered together, lips entwined then returned to the warm kitchen, laughing like school k**s, drying one another with the fluffy towels. Naked still she insisted on cooking breakfast, and we sat over the meal, talking and gently enjoying one another`s company.
I explained this place was the wife and I`s bolt hole, our unwinding place, and that we got power water and the like from the farm just behind the hut. As I had purposely arrived by the back entrance she had not seen it in the mist the day before, when she had set off homeward on foot. The enshrouding cloud and mist having hidden it and behind it the main road from her.
She laughed at that, having believed we were well remote, and having given up on her quest, for freedom, wet and bedraggled returning to me and the chalet defeated.
She said that I was” an old fraud”, that this must be a one off, and that it had been “an experience she would not have missed for the world, though she would never forget the blue Danube when it was played ever again” which for an old git like me was music in my ears!
We spent the morning, a beautiful morning walking around the area, the lake, and the farm then after a leisurely lunch at the pub ½mile away, we returned, loaded the car, fetched in some logs to dry, locked up and returned to the nurse`s home where she kissed me, waved goodbye and wandered away with a smile, back to the stress of the hospital and all its problems. I ran down to the station and was just in time to collect the good lady, who asked if I had had a good relaxing weekend….?
A non-committal comment of “yes but wet,” was enough but I had to smile as she put on the CD and the sound of the Danube filled the motor.
Jeannie
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