Four Old Men and Me

Isn't the unforeseen relationship perhaps the very best of all possible pairings in life?

Most of us grow up believing that we will in fact meet that ideal someone who will be our lifelong partner.

Young girls dream of the prince charming they read about in fairytales, riding in on a white stallion, their first kiss, the dreamy wedding and life happily ever after.

The male counterpart, a young virile stud, see's the girl of his dreams in the centerfold of the latest issue of the classy men's magazine that's been passed around until the pages are stuck together with the results of his passions.

The present, and ever altering technology, encourages us to search across the infinite cosmos for that special one who precisely fits our own preconceived notion of perfection.

Dating sites thrive, offering services that guarantee the sexual soul mate we seek. Then there are the websites that specialize in a particular lifestyle or fetish.

I love the idea that we can explore all our fantasy and lifestyle interests, becoming free and accepting of ourselves and others.

In the beginning, most of these cyber dating services were geared entirely towards the younger set, things have dramatically changed.

In recent times the age differential has altered that mindset, there are now, with a single click, sites that provide infinite pools of older men who seek younger women as partners. Similarly, many a young man now enjoys the company of an older experienced woman.

I would like to say that the term "younger" doesn't necessarily denote a nubile just legal teenage girl. In my experience, younger can actually symbolize a very lovely lady who has passed the days of youthful awkwardness, has some life lessons and experience under her skirt and now knows just what it takes to encourage the older gentleman to live out a fantasy or two.

Perhaps it merely suggests a woman several years younger than him, a woman who could simply enjoy his company regardless of age or ability to maintain an erection. Age is a matter of mind, if you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

I am a confirmed lover of the "Dirty Old Man", bless his heart.

Although I personally have not experienced any tribulations meeting and enjoying the pleasure of the older man, I periodically visit some preferred sites to, window shop, shall we say.

I have chatted, e-mailed, and actually met many wonderful friends. Although I limit my personal interactions to a select few, I am always energized to hear from the delicious men who find their way to me.

I thought you might enjoy a particular meeting that was most unexpected, however, perhaps one of the most sexually exciting experiences I have had the pleasure of engaging in.

Every morning, as I eagerly wait for my PC to power up I think of the sweet gentlemen who have sent me a special note. The banter back and forth with my cyber DOM's , that's "Dirty Old Men", tickles me, over and over, in the most luscious wicked ways. I find their words and invitations tempting waking the feeling between my legs as I read their stories and titillating suggestions. Some are passionate connoisseurs of raw sexual chat some are just friends that I've come to love.

There are many days when I don't recognize a sender and open a new e-mail that more than amuses me.

On the day in question I received an e-mail from someone I didn't know without any subject matter. I opened the mail and was immediately intrigued.

Raymond wrote "I have enjoyed your stories immensely. Being a DOM myself, I can certainly appreciate the words and thoughts you treat us to. Would you be interested in chatting with me? I am 74, single, love big tits and am extremely oral".

Now, what self respecting woman, with a deeply embedded love of DOM's wouldn't be interested in learning more about Raymond?

It's no secret that I love and crave every second of attention showered on my twin beauties. I suspect, that the nerve endings, of my so very responsive nipples, are directly connected with the blossom of delight, warm and cozy, hidden within the warmth and shelter of a very responsive feminine flower.

I wrote a standard thank you for your lovely note and added that I would be very pleased to chat with dear sweet Raymond. I hit send and wondered just how long I would have to wait for a response.

Later in the afternoon, I was so thrilled to see that Raymond had sent a reply. He was pleased that I would like to chat and gave me the information I needed to connect with him. The time was set and I cleared all and any obstacles that would in any way hamper my rendezvous.

At exactly 8:00PM there he was. I am going to write our conversation as an actual in person meeting, much easier to follow.

"Good evening Debra how are you?"

"Raymond, how nice to meet you, I've looked forward to this since I received your message."

"Well, I wasn't sure if you actually answer the many admirer's who send you messages, but a fellow can hope."

"Actually, I try and respond to each one, I think that if someone takes the time to write I should at the very least acknowledge and thank them for their kind words. So, Raymond, you sparked my imagination, there can't be anything sweeter than a darling man who enjoys the fullness and curves of a woman. Speaking from a purely selfish point of view, a DOM who loves ample breasts and enjoys spending time lavishing kisses and licks is definitely a man I want to know better."

Raymond and I chatted for almost two hours that first night. The candidness and honesty were refreshing. I believe we actually surprised each other with the frank way we were able to talk about what we enjoyed sexually. The longer we talked the more convinced I was that I wanted to meet this dirty old man in the flesh. It seems he lived quite close by. I felt very comfortable and safe so I suggested we meet the next afternoon for lunch. The plans were set and we said our goodnights.

I was so sexually aroused from our conversation I had to take a few minutes to catch my breath. When I saw the time I got ready for bed and gave in to the urges I felt.

I could only imagine what his mouth would feel like, licking me, sucking and teasing. It didn't take more than a few strokes of my finger to feel the wetness coming down. I reached down, slipping one finger inside me, moving in and out, feeling the sticky warm fluid cover it. I pulled my finger out of my drenched tunnel of desire; it was now so wet, and glided it over and around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes and thought about how his lips would feel, wrapped around my stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling. I needed this, wanted this, moving faster, my slick slippery finger rolled over and over my pulsing button until I felt the orgasm start sending the sparks deep inside me. It was so nice, a fast quick cum, just enough to quell the fire.

The next day I was up early. Getting all my daily obligations taken care of I showered and dressed. A quick glance at the clock and it was time to leave.

I arrived at the restaurant and smiled when I saw Raymond standing outside, waiting for me as we had discussed.

He was a very average looking man, a bit on the pudgy side, average height and bald, just as he had described himself. His smile was spectacular.

He walked towards my car and I opened the door and slipped out.

"Well, Debra, it's so nice to meet you."

Raymond extended his hand to help me to my feet, and I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Raymond, it's so nice to meet you. You described yourself as if you were painting a portrait. Let's go on in and get acquainted."

The restaurant was a small place nestled in the valley just outside the small town of Effort. There were a few others sitting at tables and a few people at the bar. The hostess showed us to a little table by a window that looked out onto the beautiful view of the mountains.

The waitress gave us menus and told us about the specials; we ordered cocktails, lunch, and settled in to each other quite comfortably.

"I'm just a little surprised that you suggested lunch, I'm crazy glad you did, but I would have thought it would be a task for a woman to meet me after a few hours of chatting."

"I think we're on the same page of music. I know what I like and I don't see why I should play games or waste time. I am quite frank, sometimes bold I've been told. I feel quite safe and comfortable. Maybe I've put a scare into you old man."

Raymond laughed, and I couldn't help but notice how at ease we both were. I love men, dirty old men; if I know what I want why beat around the bush.

"You don't scare this old guy; I've got plenty of gas in my tank. Might I say that I can't wait to get my hands on your tits?"

"Oh, talk dirty to me, I love it."

He leaned closer to me and began whispering in my ear.

"I bet your pie is nice and warm isn't it? There's nothing I like more than slipping a finger or two into a hot, steamy, juicy pie that's waiting to get a real good sucking. Bet you can imagine my fat tongue flipping your big swelled up clit round and round in my mouth?"

For an added touch of drama he licked my ear sending shivers down my spine. I was thoroughly and quite expertly primed, just as he had planned I suspect.

Raymond smiled at me as he settled back into his chair. He deliberately slid his tongue ever so slightly out of his mouth and made a very quiet slurping sound.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the waitress walking towards our table with our lunch and thought I'd better calm this down a bit.

"Careful old man, you could be using up valuable energy."

"I may be an old man, a very dirty old man, but I assure you I have enough energy to get your motor running and keep you humming."

The more I heard the more I was sure I wanted to spend some personal private time with Raymond. I couldn't help but imagine his lips surrounding my passion filled bud while he was humming like a fine tuned motor should.

The waitress delivered our lunch to the table and refreshed our cocktails. While we were eating I was momentarily startled when I felt his hand reach out under the table and feel my thigh.

I was immediately aroused; quickly I wanted to be sure no one could see us. A swift glance around the room and I saw that we were very safe.

Raymond just kept eating and talking, as if his hand reaching between my legs was totally normal. It took only a very few seconds for him to reach inside my thighs and grab my already damp mound.

"I just love warm juicy things. I like the feeling on my fingers when I dip into a hot pie and pull up some sweet sticky sauce."

As he spoke he slipped his finger under my panties and wiggled it around until he was just about inside me. I was smiling, I loved it. He spoke softly but I understood every word.

"You like this don't you, sitting here with my finger rubbing your pie up and down; I bet if I just touch your little apple, like this, you would enjoy it even more."

His finger rolled over my clit and I was insane with how excited he had me. Luckily, the tablecloth was long enough to conceal all the stimulating action that was taking place between my now slightly open thighs.

"It feels good doesn't it; me rubbing your sweet pie, here, in public and no one will imagine or can see what I'm doing to you."

This dirty old fool was quite a tease, I spread my legs just a little further apart and he smiled at me as he taunted and pummeled my so stiff little apple with his fingers. Sensing that I was very close to not being able to contain my excitement quietly, I clamped my legs shut around his hand.

"Yes, you filthy old man, I love it, almost as much as you like having your wrinkled crooked fingers playing with my sweet wet pie. I think it's time to finish up our lunch and go somewhere private don't you?

There wasn't any need for him to verbally agree, the look on his face said all I needed to know. Raymond pulled his hand out from between my legs and when he slipped his glistening finger into his mouth I nearly choked.

"I don't like to leave a drop, it tastes so sweet."

This old man had me going. I can't remember the last time I was actually speechless. There was something else; he played to my very fantasy. Sitting here was the consummate dirty old man; I was crazy for him and couldn't wait to get out of here.

"I thought you'd like to come over to my place for a visit, you can follow me, and it's not that far. When we get to know each other better I'll stop by your place now and then for a visit."

It was clear to both of us that we had found exactly what we were both looking for.

I'm sure we finished our lunch in record time and were more than ready to go. We got up to leave and Raymond took care of the check. As we walked out to the cars he took hold of my hand.

"I can't wait to get you in my house. I've been waiting for a woman like you a long time; get ready for a hell of an afternoon?"

I could tell you that I had second thoughts or that I wasn't sure about what I was getting into but none of that would be true. This was a straightforward case of lust, pure and simple.

I followed Raymond to his home and parked right behind him in the driveway. I noticed that there were only two other homes on the road he lived on and they were back in the wooded area. Most of the towns here are very rural and there are more homes used for summer vacation homes than there are year round people.

He waited for me to get out of my car and we walked up the path together. Once he had the door open we were inside in a flash. This was a modest home, clean and warm. As we walked into the house he locked the door behind us.

Right inside the doorway was a desk with his computer. He took off his coat, hung it up on a hook Helped me with mine and sat down in a chair, a desk type chair.

"Come here, I want a good look at your tits right now."

I was shaking, not from fear, from sheer excitement.

He was just as he said, a dirty old man, and I was in heaven.

In seconds he had my blouse open and he scooped my beauties out of the cups of my bra and into his hands.

"You have super tits, just the kind I love, big and bouncy."

I watched him actually bounce my breasts up and down, he was really enjoying himself. It didn't take long for him to start pulling my nipples.

"I like to pull big nipples out like this, gets them real hard and long, then I can get a good sucking on them. I read all your stories, you love getting your big tits played with and sucked, and that's when I knew we were made for each other. I can make you cum just sucking on this big sugar sweet nipple."

"I'll bet you can, go for it old man."

The fact that I was on the verge of exploding just listening to him talk to me, telling me what he could do, I was sure the minute I saw his mouth get hold of his prize it wouldn't take long for the message to get downtown that an express orgasm was heading my way.

This man was a master at sucking my tits. His jaws were like suction cups, holding the taut nipple in his mouth while his tongue whipped it back and forth. The sound he made was mind blowing; it was sloppy and wet and sounded dirty.

"Oh you have some lovely tits, you like them sucked hard, I remember, real hard, and both at the same time, that gets your pie real wet doesn't it?"

"I love a wet mouth sucking hard. You love my stiff nipples filling up your filthy old mouth don't you, show me how you tongue it, tease it."

Raymond took my right breast in his hands and squeezed it tight. I watched my nipple pucker up and swell with the first flicker of his nasty old tongue. Over and over he whipped at my stiff bud until it was deep red and the areola puffed up all around it.

The sight of his lips clenched hard around the pulsing tip was so fucking wicked and nasty. I almost lost it when he began to suck harder, pulling my nipple up taut and then letting it go with a popping sound. The noise is like a mouth sucking on a lollipop not wanting to miss a single drop of sweetness.

The tingling was so strong it was painful and hurt so damn good. When he had satisfied himself with my now throbbing nipple he turned his attention to the other and gave it equal pleasure.

""Your sexy nipples are so big and suckable, look how long and puffed up they are, now I can get to the part I was waiting for. Push your beautiful tits together for me, I want to suck them both, just the way you love it."

When I pushed my milky globes together and he swallowed both stiff nipples down into his mouth I felt the first wave of cumming hit me. It was almost too hard to stand there. He knew I was there and he sucked harder and waited to see the look of sheer satisfaction wash over my face.

"Yeah, I told you, I would suck you right to a hard cum."

I loved every shock that came up and down my body. Every time his lips sucked, my pussy tightened, the final assault was feeling him bite me, and I had to pull back, out of his grasp, now the feeling was so strong I couldn't let him touch me.

Raymond just smiled as he grabbed at my tits and bounced them up and down. At one point he had my nipples in his fingers and he was actually pulling them round and round in circles.

"Shake those big tits for me, shake them all over I love to watch them bouncing around. Is your pie nice and wet, full of sweet syrup, I think it is, and I'm ready for a slice ala mode."

Raymond got up from the chair and lay down on the living room floor.

"Now, come over here and put your knees around my head, I like to eat my pie while you shake those tits for me."

I tried just lifting my skirt over my waist but I finally just pulled it off, my panties down and off in a heartbeat.

I straddled his head, just close enough for him to get his mouth on my pussy.

If there were ever a man who could win a pie eating contest hands free, this was the one. His hands were on my thighs, holding them apart as his mouth scoured every inch of me. His eyes were glued to my bouncing tits, and when I playfully shook them side to side his lapping tongue went into overdrive as his lips sucked me to a fabulous earth moving orgasm.

I heard him sucking me and watched him lick me clean.

I slowly crawled off his face. After a few minutes I was able to pull myself up against the couch. He sat up and licked his mouth dry, all the while staring at my tits. I remembered something that I thought would show him how much I appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed him.

"Come here old man, I think I should let you fuck my big tits."

He couldn't get to me fast enough.

I sat up on my knees as he unzipped and released his old cock. Surprisingly he had a pretty nice cock for a man of his age, not very long, but nice and thick. "Just give me a minute to get you ready."

I saw him open a drawer in the table next to the couch and reach for a tube of lubricant; he was evidently prepared for my visit. The look on his face as he squeezed a generous amount of KY between my breasts was priceless, and he was all smiles as he smeared it up and down and around me.

He slipped his old cock slowly between my tits and I held them tight as he rocked back and forth. The look on his face was precious; he grabbed my nipples and pulled them until he could get them in between his fingers. I couldn't stop watching him as he rolled my nipples over and over, fucking my tits and moaning.

"Oh, I'm about to shoot, I wish I could hold on and fuck you like this a lot longer, it feels so damn good, but I can't, so here it comes."

In a few seconds he bucked and pounded until I saw the first drop of cum bubble up out of his cock. I bent my head down and I thought he would pass out when I licked the head of his cock while he was shooting a stream of cum. I dropped my hands and grabbed his cock while I sucked him. I felt the small hot shot and swallowed it down before I let him go.