Beth the Beautician

Can a 90-year-old man have sex? Maybe, if she’s willing to go along.

GWilmot36 Ninety-year-old guys aren’t supposed to have sex fun, right? Yet there I was, almost naked with a naked 63-year-old woman lying on my bed with her legs spread and her freshly washed pussy staring at me. I was about to dive in.
This all started with an innocent mistake on my part. I live in a senior community with about 35 other old folks. Most of them seem resigned to living out their lives without trying to have any fun.
I’m not one of those. I want to find adventures that are “age appropriate.” I can’t climb mountains, but I can appreciate their grandeur. And so forth.
As I said, this started in an innocent way. I was walking down a corridor toward the mailboxes. Beth the operator of the in-house beauty salon, was talking to one of the staff. I pushed into the conversation, standing very close to Beth and, without thinking, put my hand on her shoulder and moved it down her arm a ways. She didn’t object or raise a fuss.
I went on about my business, but got to thinking about this touching and how inappropriate it was. I decided I needed to apologize to Beth for doing that.
The next day, I walked by her beauty parlor and she was by herself, so I stepped in. I said, “I need to apologize for touching you yesterday without your permission.”
Her response was to close the distance between us, open up her arms, and give me a big hug while she dismissed my concern. It was a nice hug.
The following day I found her alone again and said, “I think I’d like to apologize again!”
She giggled and said, “You liked the hug, huh?”
I said, “I don’t know. I need another sample to help me decide.”
She hugged me again. This time I hung on to her, feeling her tits pushing against my T-shirt. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek as we separated.
“My, my,” was all she said.
The next day I didn’t bother with the questions. I went into her place, wrapped her up in a tight squeeze and kissed her on the mouth! My hand also dropped down, and I gave her ass cheek a nice squeeze.
All she said was, “Oh, naughty!”
I said, “Was that ‘Oh’ or ‘No’?”
She said, “It wasn’t ‘No!’ But we can’t be doing this in the shop. We’re sure to get caught. My last appointment is at 4 o’clock. I’ll come to your apartment when I leave. OK?”
I spent the afternoon cleaning up things in my place. I showered in case that made any difference. I couldn’t keep my hand off my cock, but I didn’t stroke it for more than a few seconds each time.
The time between 4 and the expected knock on the door seemed like an eternity. But eventually the knock came, followed by her coming in quickly.
She had changed clothes. Instead of a blouse and slacks, she had a summer dress on that was quite light and tight enough around her tits to make them stand out. She looked yummy!
I wrapped my arms around her and dropped my right hand on her fanny. After a couple of squeezes (we were kissing with our tongues busy) I pulled the skirt up and started hunting for her pussy.
She broke the kiss and said, “You never know what you will find when you go exploring.”
What I found was a bare cunt, all wet and warm. My fingers slipped in and found her surprisingly large clit. I said, “Oh my God! I want that in my mouth!”
She said, “The dress has a zipper. Pull it all the way down. I’ll just shrug it off.”
In seconds, she was lying on her back on my bed with her bra off and her legs spread.
I said, “I need to give you the lecture on old men and sex.”
She laughed, “What’s that?”
“Many, maybe most, old men take meds that impact their ability to get and retain an erection. So don’t get your hopes up/”
With that said I dropped my sweat pants and briefs to the floor and stepped out of them.
I grabbed my cock and was surprised that it was pretty stiff, about 5 inches long, and very big around. She sat up, took it in her hand, and slid down until she could get it in her mouth.
She started sucking, and I started pushing. I was surprised when she took it all into her mouth and throat. I’d never been deep-throated before.
I said, “While it’s still hard, let me fuck you for as long as it lasts.”
She lay back, and I climbed in between her legs. I pushed the thing into her very wet vagina. God, it felt so good.
She began to shake and moan loudly. “I’m cumming! It’s been so long for me, too!”
I lasted maybe ten minutes before my cock deflated and shriveled up.
I pulled out and slid down the bed until I could get my mouth on her pussy. I found her clit and began to suck, tongue, and lightly bite it. She screamed, “Ohoooooh! Fuck me, fuck me!”
She came again with a small squirt. If we do this again, I’ll try to work up a big squirt.
After maybe twenty minutes, we were done. We’d had a shit-load of fun and said we wanted to do it again soon.
Before she left, she told me that her husband Tim, has several heart issues and can’t get erections or ejaculate. Also, he thinks having sex is damaging to his already damaged heart. So she isn’t getting any at home.
I’ll do the best I can to make her feel loved and satisfied.
The End.