For about perhaps the 20th time I wondered if I was
doing the right thing. So ok, we had talked on the
phone lots of times, sent each other letters and e-
mail, but meeting face to face was different, what if
neither of us were what the other expected.

I knew the basics about him he was 50 unhappily
married, fun to talk to, clever with words, wore
glasses and w shorter than what I was. He knew I was
22, single, taller than him, also wore glasses and
just looking for some fun, and that was as far as it
went. Oh well, I thought it’s a bit late now, the
plane had just landed and in 10 minutes we would each
find out for sure.

Melbourne was its usual summery self, raining and
cold, thankfully the plane pulled up at one of those
moveable tunnel things and I didn’t have walk across
the tarmac in my summer dress, feeling very nervous I
walked out of the tunnel, I saw him before he saw me,
so I had a chance to watch him for a bit, ok, so he
was short, and balding, but he had a nice face, and
his eyes lit up when he spotted me.

We smiled at each other, and he didn’t give me a
chance to feel self-conscious, he took my overnight
bag, my hand and we went in search of my suitcase,
just as well Jeff was there with me, or else I would
have gotten lost, Tullarmarine Airport is about times
the size of Hobart airport, and it seemed like a
million miles from the tunnel to the luggage carousel.

After what seemed an eternity my battered suitcase
appeared, and then we went off in search of Jeff’s
car, that was another surprise, the car park was
enormous, and it took about minutes to get to the car,
Jeff, playing the gentleman had both my overnight bag,
and suitcase, and I was looking around in amazement.

Not wanting to be seen as the ultimate country hick,
even though this w my first time away from my home
state, I managed some semblance of nonchalance by the
time we got to the car. When we got into the car, Jeff
didn’t start the car, he said he had some things he
wanted to get out in open first, before we went
anywhere, first he explained about his marriage not
that that worried me, then he seemed rather
embarrassed, and admitted that he hadn’t made love
since he was 50.

Apparently his wife seemed to think that sex was only
for young people and as soon as he turned 50 she said
that he was too old and didn’t need it anymore, so for
the past 3 ye all the relief he had had was
masturbating to porno movies, and he wasn’t sure if he
could manage anything more.

On the drive to the place I was staying at we just
chatted away and my first opinions of him were
confirmed, he was a very nice man, and nice to be
around, and very sweet, and whether or not he knew it,
quite sexy. When we arrived, I invited him in, while I
changed out of my dress into something just a little
bit warmer.

The place I was staying at belonged a friend of mine,
and he wasn’t due home from work until at least 6pm,
so had the afternoon to ourselves, when I got back out
into the lounge-room, Jeff was sort of standing around
looking a bit lost, so I walked over and put my arms
around his waist from behind and gave him a cuddle,
what happened next surprised me a bit, he twisted
around and the next thing I knew was his lips pressed
against mine, out tongues and lips saying hell then he
kissed down the side of my face, and around my neck,
and back up my lips, and we just kissed for what
seemed like hours, I’d never been kissed like that
before, and I was in heaven..

Then he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me, his
hands caressing back, and down my arms, I just stood
there as his hands moved over my body I almost jumped
when his reached under my top and stroked my bare
flesh, wasn’t wearing a bra, standing there trembling,
wanting him to touch my breasts, caress my nipples,
his hands were warm and soft, and was tingling all
over, he stroked me everywhere, except my breasts,
when didn’t think I could stand it anymore.

He made me raise my arms and he pulled my top off,
standing there exposed to his view, my nipples
standing erect, just aching to be touched by him,
finally after what seemed an age he reached out and
ran a fingertip across one nipple, I gasped as shiver
of delight ran through me, I was aware of a gathering
wetness between my legs and of a deep arousal, then he
bent his head and kissed both my nipples, I went weak
at the knees as the combined effect of his teasing my
arousal made the slightest touch exquisite agony.

Slowly, very slowly his mouth covered my nipple,
sucking gently at first and then harder as he grew
more sure of his effect on me, he moved to the other
nipple and his hands were caressing my breasts, his
teeth gently biting the tip of my nipple, I was
standing there, with my eyes shut, enjoying the
sensations and the growing warm feeling. When he
stopped I a noise of protest, Jeff smiled at me and
said that I must remember that was an old man, and
that even if my legs could hold out, his couldn’t and
that it would be much better if we retired to the
bedroom.

Taking him by the hand I led him to the bedroom, I
stood in the middle the room as he took of the rest of
my clothes, then he made me lay down the bed, his
hands running over my body, exploring, finding all my
sensitive spots, touching and caressing me, arousing
me even further, finally he ran his hand up the inside
of my thigh, and slowly around the lips of my cunt,
one finger parting the lips, and softly caressing my
cl I moaned and he increased the pressure, his finger
making circular rubbing motions across the tip of my
clit.

He bent his head down and started sucking on my
nipple, and kneading and rubbing my breasts, his
finger moving around and around my clit, sometimes
fast, sometimes slow, up and down, around, sometimes
just with the tip of his fingernail, he played m clit
like an instrument, increasing the tempo into time to
my gyrations the bed, then with an explosive rush I
came and lay panting on the bed, hands still moving
over my body, gently caressing me and bringing me down
slowly.

Then he leaned over and we kissed some more, my hands
roaming over his body, helping him off with his
clothes, even after all the arousal of my orgasm he
still wasn’t hard, and he apologized, not that it
worried me, I was a challenge, I pushed him down on
the bed and straddled his waist, m breasts just out of
reach of his mouth and hands.

I slowly kissed my way down his neck and chest,
stopping at his nipples and flicking them with tongue,
moving down his body, then I turned around so I was
facing his f I leant down and gently kissed his cock,
and down his thighs, and back u to his cock, he
stiffened when I did that, I’d forgotten that it had
probably been many a year since he had felt a woman’s
lips on his cock.

I aimed to make up for it though, his cock was
beginning to show some s of life as I ran my tongue
over and round the head, and down to his ball licking
and sucking as I went, I moved so I had better access
and I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking
on it softly, then harder, my tongue flicking across
the tip and into the hole, my hands were stroking his
balls and arse, a few minutes of that and he was very
hard, then slowly I took his full length in my mouth,
gently biting along the underside, a using my teeth
gently.

His hands were on my breasts and pinching and
squeezing my nipples, I sucked, licked and gently bit
on his cock till he moaning under the touch of my
tongue, he moved his hands to my head and knotted his
fingers in my hair, holding me to him, as I sucked and
licked on his cock, he came with a long moan, there
was very little cum, but I swallowed what there was
and continued sucking on his cock till he begged to
stop.

Lying there in each other’s arms, he thanked me for
reminding him what making love was all about, we made
love orally a lot of times during my weeks visit, and
he showed me a thing or two, he was the best lover I
had had till then, much better than some of the young
ones, and it didn’t matt that he couldn’t sustain a
full hard-on, he showed me that there is more t making
love than just in and out cock in cunt… I have a
soft spot for older men still…