The Oldest in Dabbling in Sex

She was certainly not my first partner by a longshot, but she was the most senior. Thus, she gets to be the first story.

I was about 50 years old at the time and she was 85 or 86. I had known Mrs X for many years. She was a neighbor, from our old neighborhood. We never were what anyone would consider close friends, but we would wave when seeing each other. I used to help her husband do some heavy lifting or the occasional project where I saw that he had a ladder out, which was always an opportunity for a disaster to happen, due to his age. Mrs X, never had kids and was fit and trim for a woman in her mid 80’s. About 5’ 3”, maybe a buck, twenty. Gray hair, nice skin and not a lot of wrinkles.

My wife and I had moved to a different neighborhood a couple years prior and one day we saw her hubby’s obituary in the paper. We attended the wake and at that time I told her if she ever needed help to just give us a call.

So, a few weeks later she called ..... she needed help with A, B, C and 1, 2 and 3. All simple projects which were easy to accomplish. She always attempted to pay me for my time, but I always declined.

Over the following weeks, she started calling more and more frequently. And with her being so much older than I was, I never (like EVER) thoughts of her in a sexual way. Thus, I missed all the signs ....... she would be wearing a robe or pajamas when I stopped by. She’d invite me in to sit and have a drink. We would chat about all kinds of things, at times I felt she was just lonely.

One day, a waterline under her kitchen sink was leaking a bit. It was summer time, so I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I was laying on my back under the sink and Mrs X, was right there and ready to assist. I was tightening the last fitting when I felt her hand on my thigh. I thought it was entirely innocent, until she moved up higher and started rubbing my cock. I almost knocked myself out trying get out from under the sink, but she wouldn’t let go ........ soon I had an erection and she pushed me back down on the floor, unzipped my pants and took my cock into her mouth. She was very skilled and she drained my load quickly.

As I tried to sit up the look on her face was priceless. Kind of like someone that just committed a crime, and yet she had an innocent smile and her eyes welled up with tears. I pulled her close to me and gave her a long hugs, then pulled away and looked into her eyes and kissed her. She had me ...... hook, line and sinker.

We sat there on her kitchen floor and I held her in silence. I kissed her a few more times and she meekly asked if I could come back next week and fix her storm door.

Over the next week I thought about her a lot and recognized all the signs .... the robes and pajamas, blouses unbuttoned a bit further than usual. I admit I was totally clueless.

The next week I arrived and she had her robe on once again and watched me as I fixed the door closing mechanism. She offered me a drink and asked me if I’d help her with one more thing. When she took my hand and led me to her bedroom, I wasn’t as mindless as I was the previous week.

She kissed me and started to undress me. I was already at half mast when she asked me to lay on her bed. She got out a bottle of oil and heavily oiled every millimeter of my now very hard cock. She whispered in me ear, I need this oil - I’m as dry as the Sahara dessert. She kissed me raised her robe and straddled me. I let her take control as she attempted to mount my cock. She whispered that it had been a long time since she last had sex ........ slowly she slid down on me until I filled her. She was tight and I let her set the rhythm and depth .......... it didn’t take her long and she came three times and after a few more strokes taking all of me I exploded inside of her. What an experience!!!

We fucked at least once a week for eight or nine months until she went into heart failure and died a short time later.

Mrs X was an amazing woman, and I’ll never forget her. Guys, those little older ladies never forget and they are sexual beasts. Treat them right and they’ll treat you right.