Is no age for the love? Part 3

Happy and clinging to him I let lead me into the bathroom and I could not while taking his eyes from his abdomen. On the way I found myself, as my interests grew on his abdomen and also the desire to touch him.

When my late husband I never felt the need, which was not surprising. With Jens I had in than twenty-four more hours of pleasure felt as the whole married life together.

As if we had always been together taken a bath, I sat down between his legs and leaned back against his chest. His stroke of the arms broke me again shivers and his words drove me blush.

“You’re beautiful and, please excuse me if I use this expression, for your age still in good condition. You have a magnificent breasts, your belly is nice and soft and between the legs you feel too gorgeous to. Your butt has the most rounded and so Dell is free some thirty years not even. “

The compliments took barely an end and I was getting embarrassed. Then he began to speak of my orgasm and I never confessed to previously to have had a. He could not believe and spoke to me quite openly on masturbation. He was very still, when I said that and I also told him with great effort how inexperienced I actually am.

He said nothing for a while and I thought to have played for him. What was he going with me, you go but assume that a mature woman has a lot of experience and he gets the hottest sex of his life as ‘young’ man.

I was already queasy when he said: “Because we still have a lot ahead of us.” And whispered in his ear: “I know now how to bring yourself to orgasm.”
Least he knew what I myself did not know at this time. Man I did not know about the anatomy of women and certainly not that most women have clitoral orgasms.

He patted me on and I fell asleep on his chest. The cooled water made me wake up again and after a kiss, I sat down on the other side and we washed.
He waited outside the bath, dried on me and when I arose from the water stirred up the penis to life and immediately got hard from him. He just stood there and looked at the dry to. I thought when I finish it falls upon me, as my friend has already told. Her husband would take equal before the mirror, although she was glad to finally be clean.

Had he done so, I would not have been resistant. He had told me nice things and stood casually and excited because, like it was the most normal thing in the world and I tingled it. Was it apparently also, the most normal thing in the world, only I did not know old box. My late husband had me never watched the dry and certainly not worn his erect penis on display. Had I not yet been so insecure, I would have had to act in front of the mirror, because I would have taken him myself. I had to learn yet, sounds with 65 years odd that erotic and sex is the most normal thing in the world and a Simple> take me, here and now ‘can also be very beautiful.

Jens was also not covered by the door into the house and we went back into the bedroom. Strangely, we stopped there anything back to perform the act quickly. Teasing, he pushed me on the bed, lay down on me and we kissed and passionate. Gently pressed his thigh between my legs.

Panic welled up in me, because as the sex with my husband had been. Top place, press legs apart and penetrate. If after wonderful hours of old Trott be back already?

I let it happen and resigned almost after penetration.
But instead of to satisfy me, he remained silent lie and whispered: “Does it have been a dream dirty in the tub, as wet as you are. And hot it is in here that my dick burns the same. “

The word ‘cock’ scared me a little, and especially how my body reacted to this word. Had I but my students at school always forbidden those words, it was always kind of obscene and demeaning, but now excited me this expression.

In the next few days all other expressions still came to and I never thought how easily they come from my lips.

In my panic I had not even noticed how freely he had invaded me. Slidably you will but only if one is energized and in my stupidity of the old days, which were not great really, I let my excitement unnoticed. Stupidity was the right word. In the bathroom even I had imagined as he falls upon me and here in bed I have nothing else to do than the situation with my late husband to compare.

I relaxed and moved easily my abdomen to meet him. Jens was my wish and moved now. He was steadily faster and my abdomen returned his movements, lifted him rhythmically contrary.

Suddenly he stopped abruptly and, only I continued, panting still demanding: “What is” “Too late,” said Jens, lay down on me and continued to move gently. He breathed into his ear: “I just wanted to delay, but if you continue uninhibited fuck it is no longer in my hands.”

He said it is the only way to go and it did not sound like an accusation, even though I made the me now. And then there was another one of those obscene word, which is not deterred me and was again fit.
“But I know now how to bring yourself to orgasm.”
Jens slid next to me and his flaccid penis, take a deep breath, his limp tail drew a wet sticky trace on my thigh. His hand lay down on gender and distributed all expiring sticky wet up to its pubic hair. Then the fingers put on the fancy pearl and massaged them again so skillfully that I again disappeared all senses. Lift Shortly before he stopped his finger, but I could not and would not tolerate it. With both hands I clutched his wrist and moved his fingers up and down, thereby pushed against my abdomen and reinforced the rub of lust pearl.

After the hot waves abated in my abdomen I opened my eyes and Jens looked at me with raised eyebrows and a smile. His wrist I was still firmly enclosed and in me rose to shame, to have just been so uncontrolled.

“Wow” was all he said.

And> wow ‘was the right word. I closed my eyes and his lips touched my very sensual. I let go of his wrist and hugged I realized while still grazed my face with his lips.

When we finally got rid of came apart, he said with a smile: “Let’s see if everything is still there”
Beside me kneeling he leaned between my legs and looked for the first time directly to me sex.
Until now, only my gynecologist had my sex considered so thoroughly and in me rose to shame and panic. But Jens took me equal to both shame and panic.

“Nothing appears so outwardly,” he said and then unfolded with both hands the flower. “The dune is still there, although I assumed you had you pulled my finger. What would have been a real shame, as beautiful as she is. Even your lips are beautiful and if you should appreciate your age by your lips, I would say sixteen or seventeen. “

The panic was gone, he liked what he saw. But the shame was greater, flatter through his and then took my again the breath, when he gave a kiss on the pearl pleasure and the entrance of pleasure.

He came alongside me and shamefacedly I buried my face in his shoulder. The shame flew to happiness and we cuddled and loved us until the afternoon.

Then he left me, but only to change his clothes and me to run in the evening.

I showered alone and for the first time I touched my gender aware. Whether one could really estimate so young there, I could not judge, but what I felt, really felt still reasonably tight. With proper perception I touched my pearl and the more I feel it all the more comforting was me. Out of shame I left sometime on me but had been in front of it attract not let conjuring up this warmth again. Not to orgasm, for that I was still too inhibited but some excitement it gave me then.

At first we were very tasty food at the Italian and then Jens invited me to dance. It was just incredible and so easy and I had skipped long no longer lived. Throughout the evening crackled it and we cuddled around constantly. The evening was still relatively young, it was not even midnight when Jens me suddenly led outside and we walked through the adjacent small park. The butterflies in my stomach and from kissing made me so blind that I did not notice as we came off from the right path.

Then I was leaning against a tree and petting a hand massaged my chest and the other shoved going under the dress. Before the moment I was paralyzed while I lusted. Even by the panties through he immediately found pleasure pearl and moaning I moved against his finger. When he put his hand into her panties and fingers touched the pearl I lost all grip. Always solid I urged counterclockwise finger and moaned uncontrollably into his shoulder.

Salvation came amazingly fast and Jens only withdrew his hand, as the twitching of my abdomen ended.

Only in the dance bar I was able to think clearly and thought only now because Jens wanted to be satisfied if possible. If it was so, he allowed it not to show and we danced happily until dawn.

In the bedroom Jens began to caress me and I remembered how I had neglected him in the park. Energetic I got rid of his hands, shoved his pants and panties down and pushed him onto the bed. Beside him kneeling I grabbed his excitement and masturbated him.

The blind was not closed and yet I was not sorry to see more than outlines of him and his penis.
His hand was through the cut to the breast, but I turned them away.

“Later,” I whispered. “Now I want once the make up what I missed in the park.”

I was amazed how excited my voice sounded, without itself being stimulated. Jens moaned and writhed under my hand, which was faster and felt like not only was maketh my voice.

In the moment when he tensed and I felt like the seeds practically my hand shot, I resolved the bedroom equipped with candles. It never interested me as my husband looked his penis, let alone how he ejaculates. But now I regret it, not see it and can only feel.

Jens relaxed and I got rid of my stuff. Without thinking I went to him and in his sticky Lustsaft. Until his sternum wetness was feeling sorry and again not to have seen it. Unusually this slimy sticky wetness was not unpleasant and as Jens tightly hugged me and kissed passionately, I was not matter anyway.

I always thought you it reads in books or seen it in movies. But you can also be deceived and I could not get enough of me, as Jens morning lay beside me, the upper body freely, the bedspread between his legs. As she hid nothing and showed his hard erect penis.

Once I realized how dreary my married life and especially my sex life had been, because when my late husband I would then stood up and been happy if he does not bother me that morning.

Now I could not leave it and the mere sight was comforting warmth rise in my eyes. Jens moved and I was glad that he did not turn. I fell back on what I did not have at night can see and Jens will certainly be pleased to be awakened. Each brush over the raised hand of the penis its head and then I just could not leave.

It is all the story.