Losing Leah
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The gorgeous widow Ms. Leah
This is not a true story but written for a sexy older friend at her request, this one is primarily fictional, and the name Leah was suggested by her.
This starts out on an internet dating site with me trying to find people to get to know as I was off working away from home for what would be a year or more.
I've always had an affinity for older more mature women, not sure what it could be, maybe their experience, maybe it's that they just carry themselves in such a dignified and reserved manner, or possibly it's the natural, classical sort of beauty they have, not like the false, made up way that most younger women are.
But I digress, as I browsed through the profiles and deleted several completely uninteresting messages and less than indecent offers, I came across this one certain lady who I just could not help but try to talk to, an absolutely gorgeous lady of 61, with the most incredibly beautiful smile, brown eyes, dark brown pixie hair cut, and an incredible curvy yet fit figure.
I eventually work up the nerve and brace myself to be quickly blown off, but instead I recieved thanks and a chance for more conversation, which led to around a year of us chatting back and forth, getting to know each other and realize we have a few things in common, and getting to know each other over the past year or so.
Well anyway I'm just not good at dating at all, I'm a much better friend, or boy toy, and completely the opposite of everything she is searching for, unfortunately that guy has not come along for her yet and I'm definately not him, so we became just friends and that is alright. Well last week I get a much dreaded call from the office two weeks ago about relocating for a job down there where I had just left from, where she lives.
I tell her about it, and how much I hate the 2 hour drive each way and she says she has three spare rooms I could make use of in trade for fixing a door that needed a to be cut down to fit one of the bedroom openings, so of course I jump on the offer, to finally meet my gorgeous older online friend and lend a hand, not to mention save four hours a day in drive time haha.
So I tell her since we've never actually met in person I insisted I should meet her at the coffee shop near her house and treat her to a few drinks because it can be tough to judge whether or not someone is trustworth without being able to look into their eyes. She says she thinks she knows me well enough from the year we've been online friends, and all of the intimate things we've shared but I insist for her own comfort and we bid each other good night as the next day I'd have to leave for the new job and she had her own to go to.
We sent a few messages through the following day giving updates and highlights and making general conversation, and the farther through the day we made it the more nervous and anxious I became knowing I'd be all sweaty and dirty for our meeting, hardly the first impression I'd love to give this beautiful older woman, but she ensures me it'll be just fine which helps my anxious state exactly none at all haha. But finally I get off work and head to the coffee shop where she is waiting in her truck when I get there. We both get out and give each other innocent little chest level waves, and start walking towards the other to greet one another, she is so much more gorgeous in person than I expected! Even in her work clothes with a few specks of dried paint and dust she was so incredibly elegant and graceful. We give each other a friendly one armed hug and make for the door where I had to make a few quick steps to open for her and guide her through with my hand on the small of her back.
Both of us ordered iced coffees to help cool down because it's been a fairly hot day, which we sip on slowly as we fill in the details of our day that was left out of the messages, and talk about other news as the nervousness seems to fall to the wayside and we just settle into being old friends catching up for an hour or so.
Then she says "Oh the door you need to fix! it's too tall, you have to cut it down for me and hang it, are you ready to go look at it?" I said sure, I was ready to get it out of the way and pay off the favor of she was doing for me by giving me a place to stay down there, after we get back to her place she guides me through her house showing me all of the work she's done since moving back a year ago, and presents me with my project, which I promptly get to as she goes to do a bit of cleaning. The job was not difficult and fairly quick to finish up, after which I go to find her in her large old house, I find her in the living room tidying up the coffee table and ask her which bathroom I could use to get cleaned up before bed which she showed me to, and I promptly get to making use of, as I was showering and shaving I felt the water pressure drop slightly so I knew that she was also getting cleaned up, so I take my time because I didn't want to be wandering around unsupervised. As I finished up I could hear doors and rustling so I knew she was all done. I get dressed and make my way to my room, inspecting my work again before I get to bed, when I hear her voice and dishes rattling from a few rooms away remarking on my work, "the door looks really good, so glad to finally have that done!, Do you want anything to eat?" So I make my way to the kitchen to respond because I did'nt want to yell across the house, to see her stretching to put up dishes, dressed in a long satin slip that hung from her still beautiful curves so incredibly that my body just stopped responding to all commands for a few seconds. I did'nt even want to try speaking, knew it would just come out as stuttering and stammering, but after closing my eyes for a few seconds and regaining my composure I asked if she would like help putting her dishes away, and she said yes so I walked over and put away the higher up ones as she gave me instruction as to where they go. I declined anything to eat because I had already brushed my teeth, and she asked if I wanted a drink, which I accepted, and she told me to go turn on the tv in the living room which I did before settling on the couch since as she was still in the kitchen fiddling about, I asked what she wanted to watch to which she replied whatever you want, having no good ideas I just put it on a do it yourself show and shortly after she walked into the living room holding a few glasses and a bottle of wine with a cork screw hanging out of it and sat it on the table in front of me saying she couldn't get the cork out. I just kind of chuckled to myself, seemed a bit of a romantic choice as I'm not usually a wine drinker, and that we agreed we were just friends who were looking for very different things, I could not however ignore how she chose to scoot between the sofa and table with her back to me, showing off her incredibly shapely hips, and how that satin slip swished back and forth as it hung from them, or how she had curled up on the couch next to me, legs crossed in my direction, using her hand to straighten the shiny material of her slip, but running it all the way down her shapely calf down to her ankle before reaching up to take the glass I had poured for her. I was just so incredibly enthralled with her, I can barely remember the conversation we had as we sat and drank our glasses, but it was mostly about our various horrible and hilarious dating experiences, the differences in what we were hoping to find and such. She was looking for her last partner, I was looking someone who wanted something more casual and adventurous. But as the wine depleted we seemed to be more understanding of each other's viewpoints and personal experiences, however drastically different they were, all the while we were slowly inching closer to one another, as her toes began to tickle my thigh I told her I had to excuse myself for a moment and I made my way to the restroom where I looked myself over and did what I had to do...damn wine.
Then I made my way back and sat back in my spot and poured what would be the last glass of wine, and we resumed talking, not long after she finished her glass so I offered her a drink from the last, as she leaned to take it from me I felt her foot trace it's way across my lap, across the top of my thigh, and across my cock which has been rock hard for most of the time since I first saw her in her satin nighty, then trailing down to my knee before pulling it back to her original position before remarking on what her exploration had found, asking me if I was hot because my thigh felt really warm. I said no I feel fine, to which she replied "oh ok", then she asked what I was thinking about, to which I asked "what do you mean?" and she said "well you seem a little excited", I was a bit embarrassed but my thoughts where undeniable so I conceded that it was her and her chosen attire, but I shouldn't be because we are just friends and I could not be "the guy" for her, I would like to make her feel good, but couldn't make the sort of commitments she was expecting. To which she just glared a bit, readjusted herself before sitting down the glass and standing up in front of me and pausing for a bit, and finally asking "what do you mean by making me feel good?" I told her by doing anything she wanted me to, to please her physically, making her feel like the beautiful lady she is, and she said "like what sort of things?" and I replied to her "anything you like". She paused for a moment and took her place back on the sofa and, leaned back and said "show me" placing her foot back in my lap, making small cirular motions, the tips of her toes tickling my cock through my sleep pants as she said that her feet hurt from walking so much that day. I reached down and took her foot in my hand and gently massaged it, kissing it ever so sofly as I did, then placed it on my shoulder as I massaged the other, kissing her ankle and calf as I massaged the other foot. After a while she said that they felt all better but it was probably the kisses that helped, telling me that her legs were kind of sore too, that I should kiss them for her, so I placed the other foot on my shoulder and started to kiss her other calf for a bit, working my way up, making sure I didn't miss any spots as I took turns kissing and inching my way up her smooth creamy complected calves, hearing her breathing deepen and soft sighs as I worked my way up to the insides her knees, her heels gently prodding my back to encourage me to kiss my way further up, to her soft milky thighs, feeling slight trembles as I tickle her with my lips, lightly tracing my tongue around the spots I have just kissed. With each tiny kiss her skin felt warmer and softer, suddenly I feel soft smooth feeling on my cheek as I kiss the inside of her thighs, and she squirms about and sighs deeply, my lips have found the little valley between her thigh and pubic area, the spot I find most kissable on a woman, and no doubt the feeling on my cheek is a pair of full cut satin panties, and heat is just radiating from what is underneath them, along with a very sweet perfumed smell, like they were just pulled out of a dryer, as hard as I try to pretend to ignore it I can't, I start to gently nuzzle her soft panty clad mound with the tip of my nose, she responds to my warm breath on her well protected womanhood by inhaling sharply and tightly gripping my head with her thighs pressing my face tightly into her. Slowly rocking her hips side to side , grinding against my face, I can feel the warmth rise even higher, well above what normal body temperature should be, and against my lips I can feel moisture start seeping through the material as I reach up to take hold of her thighs tightly to pull myself in even tighter despite the fact that I can barely breathe as it is.
I feel her hands cover mine and rub them firmly a few times before sliding them down to set aside the satin barrier in my way, revealing the enticing treasure that lie beneath, I could hardly keep myself from just burying my face in her, but I refrained, and started to gently kiss the top of her soft pale mound, feeling the sparse hair on my lips as I worked my way down to her nicely pronounced clitoris, gently kissing it, tickling it with the tip of my tongue between each peck to add to the tease. Judging from her breathing and the rocking of her hips it was working well, I decided to get serious though and my pecks turned into long deep kisses and gentle sucking, my tongue started to explore down between her slick velvety lips, pressing my way inside her, she tasted and felt so amazing on my tongue, so slick and velvety, if there was ever one moment I could live perpetually that would be it. But sadly it would be short lived as I was lost in the moment of suckling her clitoris, and licking her insides she took hold of my head and started to buck excitedly for a few moments, I could feel the muscles wrapped around my tongue start to quiver as she let out moan, I tried to continue but after a few violent shivers she stopped me and giggled a bit before pulling her self upright to regain herself. I don't think either of us were really prepared for that sort of thing as our stances were so different and clear...we were just friends and that was it...maybe. After a few awkward moments of silence and looking around I said something about the time and she agreed we should get some sleep. So I went to my spare room opposite the house from hers, where I just laid awake all night thinking about what had happened, nothing could take my mind off of it, and releiving the pressure from my now aching 3 hour long erection helped either.
This is not a true story but written for a sexy older friend at her request, this one is primarily fictional, and the name Leah was suggested by her.
This starts out on an internet dating site with me trying to find people to get to know as I was off working away from home for what would be a year or more.
I've always had an affinity for older more mature women, not sure what it could be, maybe their experience, maybe it's that they just carry themselves in such a dignified and reserved manner, or possibly it's the natural, classical sort of beauty they have, not like the false, made up way that most younger women are.
But I digress, as I browsed through the profiles and deleted several completely uninteresting messages and less than indecent offers, I came across this one certain lady who I just could not help but try to talk to, an absolutely gorgeous lady of 61, with the most incredibly beautiful smile, brown eyes, dark brown pixie hair cut, and an incredible curvy yet fit figure.
I eventually work up the nerve and brace myself to be quickly blown off, but instead I recieved thanks and a chance for more conversation, which led to around a year of us chatting back and forth, getting to know each other and realize we have a few things in common, and getting to know each other over the past year or so.
Well anyway I'm just not good at dating at all, I'm a much better friend, or boy toy, and completely the opposite of everything she is searching for, unfortunately that guy has not come along for her yet and I'm definately not him, so we became just friends and that is alright. Well last week I get a much dreaded call from the office two weeks ago about relocating for a job down there where I had just left from, where she lives.
I tell her about it, and how much I hate the 2 hour drive each way and she says she has three spare rooms I could make use of in trade for fixing a door that needed a to be cut down to fit one of the bedroom openings, so of course I jump on the offer, to finally meet my gorgeous older online friend and lend a hand, not to mention save four hours a day in drive time haha.
So I tell her since we've never actually met in person I insisted I should meet her at the coffee shop near her house and treat her to a few drinks because it can be tough to judge whether or not someone is trustworth without being able to look into their eyes. She says she thinks she knows me well enough from the year we've been online friends, and all of the intimate things we've shared but I insist for her own comfort and we bid each other good night as the next day I'd have to leave for the new job and she had her own to go to.
We sent a few messages through the following day giving updates and highlights and making general conversation, and the farther through the day we made it the more nervous and anxious I became knowing I'd be all sweaty and dirty for our meeting, hardly the first impression I'd love to give this beautiful older woman, but she ensures me it'll be just fine which helps my anxious state exactly none at all haha. But finally I get off work and head to the coffee shop where she is waiting in her truck when I get there. We both get out and give each other innocent little chest level waves, and start walking towards the other to greet one another, she is so much more gorgeous in person than I expected! Even in her work clothes with a few specks of dried paint and dust she was so incredibly elegant and graceful. We give each other a friendly one armed hug and make for the door where I had to make a few quick steps to open for her and guide her through with my hand on the small of her back.
Both of us ordered iced coffees to help cool down because it's been a fairly hot day, which we sip on slowly as we fill in the details of our day that was left out of the messages, and talk about other news as the nervousness seems to fall to the wayside and we just settle into being old friends catching up for an hour or so.
Then she says "Oh the door you need to fix! it's too tall, you have to cut it down for me and hang it, are you ready to go look at it?" I said sure, I was ready to get it out of the way and pay off the favor of she was doing for me by giving me a place to stay down there, after we get back to her place she guides me through her house showing me all of the work she's done since moving back a year ago, and presents me with my project, which I promptly get to as she goes to do a bit of cleaning. The job was not difficult and fairly quick to finish up, after which I go to find her in her large old house, I find her in the living room tidying up the coffee table and ask her which bathroom I could use to get cleaned up before bed which she showed me to, and I promptly get to making use of, as I was showering and shaving I felt the water pressure drop slightly so I knew that she was also getting cleaned up, so I take my time because I didn't want to be wandering around unsupervised. As I finished up I could hear doors and rustling so I knew she was all done. I get dressed and make my way to my room, inspecting my work again before I get to bed, when I hear her voice and dishes rattling from a few rooms away remarking on my work, "the door looks really good, so glad to finally have that done!, Do you want anything to eat?" So I make my way to the kitchen to respond because I did'nt want to yell across the house, to see her stretching to put up dishes, dressed in a long satin slip that hung from her still beautiful curves so incredibly that my body just stopped responding to all commands for a few seconds. I did'nt even want to try speaking, knew it would just come out as stuttering and stammering, but after closing my eyes for a few seconds and regaining my composure I asked if she would like help putting her dishes away, and she said yes so I walked over and put away the higher up ones as she gave me instruction as to where they go. I declined anything to eat because I had already brushed my teeth, and she asked if I wanted a drink, which I accepted, and she told me to go turn on the tv in the living room which I did before settling on the couch since as she was still in the kitchen fiddling about, I asked what she wanted to watch to which she replied whatever you want, having no good ideas I just put it on a do it yourself show and shortly after she walked into the living room holding a few glasses and a bottle of wine with a cork screw hanging out of it and sat it on the table in front of me saying she couldn't get the cork out. I just kind of chuckled to myself, seemed a bit of a romantic choice as I'm not usually a wine drinker, and that we agreed we were just friends who were looking for very different things, I could not however ignore how she chose to scoot between the sofa and table with her back to me, showing off her incredibly shapely hips, and how that satin slip swished back and forth as it hung from them, or how she had curled up on the couch next to me, legs crossed in my direction, using her hand to straighten the shiny material of her slip, but running it all the way down her shapely calf down to her ankle before reaching up to take the glass I had poured for her. I was just so incredibly enthralled with her, I can barely remember the conversation we had as we sat and drank our glasses, but it was mostly about our various horrible and hilarious dating experiences, the differences in what we were hoping to find and such. She was looking for her last partner, I was looking someone who wanted something more casual and adventurous. But as the wine depleted we seemed to be more understanding of each other's viewpoints and personal experiences, however drastically different they were, all the while we were slowly inching closer to one another, as her toes began to tickle my thigh I told her I had to excuse myself for a moment and I made my way to the restroom where I looked myself over and did what I had to do...damn wine.
Then I made my way back and sat back in my spot and poured what would be the last glass of wine, and we resumed talking, not long after she finished her glass so I offered her a drink from the last, as she leaned to take it from me I felt her foot trace it's way across my lap, across the top of my thigh, and across my cock which has been rock hard for most of the time since I first saw her in her satin nighty, then trailing down to my knee before pulling it back to her original position before remarking on what her exploration had found, asking me if I was hot because my thigh felt really warm. I said no I feel fine, to which she replied "oh ok", then she asked what I was thinking about, to which I asked "what do you mean?" and she said "well you seem a little excited", I was a bit embarrassed but my thoughts where undeniable so I conceded that it was her and her chosen attire, but I shouldn't be because we are just friends and I could not be "the guy" for her, I would like to make her feel good, but couldn't make the sort of commitments she was expecting. To which she just glared a bit, readjusted herself before sitting down the glass and standing up in front of me and pausing for a bit, and finally asking "what do you mean by making me feel good?" I told her by doing anything she wanted me to, to please her physically, making her feel like the beautiful lady she is, and she said "like what sort of things?" and I replied to her "anything you like". She paused for a moment and took her place back on the sofa and, leaned back and said "show me" placing her foot back in my lap, making small cirular motions, the tips of her toes tickling my cock through my sleep pants as she said that her feet hurt from walking so much that day. I reached down and took her foot in my hand and gently massaged it, kissing it ever so sofly as I did, then placed it on my shoulder as I massaged the other, kissing her ankle and calf as I massaged the other foot. After a while she said that they felt all better but it was probably the kisses that helped, telling me that her legs were kind of sore too, that I should kiss them for her, so I placed the other foot on my shoulder and started to kiss her other calf for a bit, working my way up, making sure I didn't miss any spots as I took turns kissing and inching my way up her smooth creamy complected calves, hearing her breathing deepen and soft sighs as I worked my way up to the insides her knees, her heels gently prodding my back to encourage me to kiss my way further up, to her soft milky thighs, feeling slight trembles as I tickle her with my lips, lightly tracing my tongue around the spots I have just kissed. With each tiny kiss her skin felt warmer and softer, suddenly I feel soft smooth feeling on my cheek as I kiss the inside of her thighs, and she squirms about and sighs deeply, my lips have found the little valley between her thigh and pubic area, the spot I find most kissable on a woman, and no doubt the feeling on my cheek is a pair of full cut satin panties, and heat is just radiating from what is underneath them, along with a very sweet perfumed smell, like they were just pulled out of a dryer, as hard as I try to pretend to ignore it I can't, I start to gently nuzzle her soft panty clad mound with the tip of my nose, she responds to my warm breath on her well protected womanhood by inhaling sharply and tightly gripping my head with her thighs pressing my face tightly into her. Slowly rocking her hips side to side , grinding against my face, I can feel the warmth rise even higher, well above what normal body temperature should be, and against my lips I can feel moisture start seeping through the material as I reach up to take hold of her thighs tightly to pull myself in even tighter despite the fact that I can barely breathe as it is.
I feel her hands cover mine and rub them firmly a few times before sliding them down to set aside the satin barrier in my way, revealing the enticing treasure that lie beneath, I could hardly keep myself from just burying my face in her, but I refrained, and started to gently kiss the top of her soft pale mound, feeling the sparse hair on my lips as I worked my way down to her nicely pronounced clitoris, gently kissing it, tickling it with the tip of my tongue between each peck to add to the tease. Judging from her breathing and the rocking of her hips it was working well, I decided to get serious though and my pecks turned into long deep kisses and gentle sucking, my tongue started to explore down between her slick velvety lips, pressing my way inside her, she tasted and felt so amazing on my tongue, so slick and velvety, if there was ever one moment I could live perpetually that would be it. But sadly it would be short lived as I was lost in the moment of suckling her clitoris, and licking her insides she took hold of my head and started to buck excitedly for a few moments, I could feel the muscles wrapped around my tongue start to quiver as she let out moan, I tried to continue but after a few violent shivers she stopped me and giggled a bit before pulling her self upright to regain herself. I don't think either of us were really prepared for that sort of thing as our stances were so different and clear...we were just friends and that was it...maybe. After a few awkward moments of silence and looking around I said something about the time and she agreed we should get some sleep. So I went to my spare room opposite the house from hers, where I just laid awake all night thinking about what had happened, nothing could take my mind off of it, and releiving the pressure from my now aching 3 hour long erection helped either.
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