I Love Sex Stories

I was tired, bone tired. Not only tired of traveling, tired of life in general. The thought on my mind, as I pulled into the gas station/restaurant, was it was time for a change. I had a good nest egg in the bank, a few investments, and a military retirement. What the hell was I selling tools door to door for? It was time to settle down, buy a little house on a stream, and do some trout fishing.
The smell of food was heavenly as I pushed through the door into the restaurant. I dropped my jacket on the back of a chair and looked for the restroom sign. I found it just as the waitress arrived. I had just turned 54, and if I was a gambling man, I would say she was a mite older than me. “Paula” decorated the plastic tab on her left breast. I thought of an old joke and restrained the urge to say, “great, what did you name the other one.” I smothered the smile as I looked her in the face.
“What’s your pleasure?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Sex on the beach, preferably just as the sun is going down and the sand is still warm. A good 4 wheel drive truck,” I nodded to my red truck outside, “and a steak this big with eggs and toast. White and hard up, just like me,” I said before she could ask how I wanted my toast and eggs. She smiled and slid the pencil behind her ear. I watched the sway of her ass as she walked away. I cleaned up and sat just as Paula arrived with my meal.
“Join me?” I asked as I cut the egg into pieces.”
“Yes, but not now. How would you like a picnic on the bank of the cutest little trout stream in Wyoming, just about sundown?” she asked with her eyes crinkling in amusement. I almost choked on the eggs. I looked her in the eyes and nodded. “Any sand?”
“Not for miles. Green grass and trees. I own 60 acres of it.
“That’ll do,” I nodded, managing to finish my breakfast as calmly as possible.
“I nearly held my breath as I pulled up to the stream and turned off the engine. Paula and I sat watching the flow of water over the rocks and along the bank. The stream was so shallow you could walk across it. I knew there were a hundred trout just waiting under the cutaway banks.
“My God, it’s heaven,” I said breathlessly.
“I used to think so. It’s all virgin for 10 miles in any direction. No house, no people.”
“The picnic table is near the old house back there,” she pointed to our left. I started the truck and moved closer to the table. There was a small bench. I pulled it close to the tailgate of my truck and we ate there, using the tailgate as a table. We finished eating and sat in companionable silence watching the water pass in the stream. I broke two bottles of water out of the ice chest and sat close, handing her one of the bottles. She broke the seal and drank. I watched the alluring cleavage as she bent back. She glanced my way and caught the glance.
“Sorry,” I said in embarassment.
“Why do you think I brought you here?” she asked, placing a hand on my leg. I reached out and cupped her left breast in my hand. She didn’t object. I ran my hand down inside her blouse. It still smelled of food and sweat. It was her working uniform. She reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, throwing it open and tossing it into the truck. I stood and began undressing. She finished moments ahead of me. My eyes were glued to her body. It was a wonderful body for a woman her age. She hard large, bulbous breasts with huge areolas, a slight pudge around the waist, similar to my own and a gloriously smooth pubic region totally devoid of hair. I had not seen a shaved pussy since the 70’s.
“Beautiful,” I said. She smiled up at me with a hand behind her head. She opened her legs incitingly. Once again came the old embarassment. I don’t eat pussy. Supposedly I’m one of the few men in America who doesn’t. Most women, and Paula was obviously one of them, expect to be eaten as a part of foreplay. I reached out and slid two fingers into her pussy, without explanation. She looked askance for a moment, then closed her eyes and enjoyed my manipulations. She put her hand on mine and guided it to the right area. She had me running my fingers from the top of her pussy to the very bottom. She gasped and arched up off the bench each time my fingers touched her clit. In a moment I got into the rhythm of the movement. I turned my hand down and slid two fingers down to the bottom, then turned my hand up and drug the fingers back up to the top. She withered on the towel-covered bench.
My cock was hard, pulsing slightly as it stood out in front of me. Paula suddenly slid my hand aside and sat up. Her long, warm fingers clasped my cock and milked it lightly. It was my turn to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling from my crotch. She played with me for a moment, then I nearly cried out as her mouth came into contact with my warm flesh.
I looked down at the top of her curly black hair as the warm thrill of passion spread throughout my body. I looked around guiltily. There was no movement around us. So much openness made me feel that I was being watched. Hell, I didn’t mind.
Paula’s mouth slid smoothly up and down on my cock, as she pumped her fist on the base. I felt the familiar warmth of an orgasm building deep down in my loins. I had to stop her before I came prematurely.
“Paula, I’m going to cum if you keep this up,” I warned her in a whisper. Part of me wanted her to continue so I could fill her mouth with cum. But in all fairness, she deserved an orgasm as much as I did, and she had done more to earn one.
I helped her turn without falling off the bench. She presented her desirable ass to me and I moaned in repressed passion. As the years passed, it had been longer and longer between sex. Paula had been the first woman for me in over 5 years. Her ass was made for a long hard cock like mine to sink into it. I held my cock in my hand, started it in the right direction, then lunged forward. She cried out as I penetrated the velvety soft lips of her pussy. Even though my manipulations had started her juices flowing, my thrust had caught her off guard. She cried for a moment, then began pressing back against me. I joined the cadence she had set. I no time at all, my hips were slapping into the rubbery cheeks of her ass. It felt so glorious, so fucking good after such a long abstinence. God certainly knew what he was doing when he invented pussy. What a perfect place to put a throbbing hard cock.
“Oh yes,” Paula screamed. I heard her voice echo from the nearby trees.
“I was having a hell of a good time, my balls were churning with fire, my cock felt like it would explode. The problem was, I was closer to an orgasm than she was, and like I said, I don’t eat pussy. There was no way in hell I was going down on her to finish her after I came. I needed to slow things down.
“Lay on your back,” I said as I paused above her.
“What?” she asked in disappointment.
“I’m about to cum. You need to lay on your back and diddle your own clit to catch up.”
“Oh,” she said with a giggle. We repositioned ourselves and before I knew it my cock was splitting her pussy once more. Her pussy was so wet and hot, it was a miracle that I hadn’t cum already. But I did my best to hold off. If would stroke into her pussy a few times and pause. I could hear her massaging her clit as I paused. It was kind of exciting, laying there listening to her play with herself.
I waited for a minute and started up again. It was a big mistake. This time the fire exploded in my loins and there was no holding back. I moaned and stiffened behind her. My penis spurted cum well up into her abdomen. She moaned as the hot liquid filled her loins. She rubbed her clit faster, biting her lips with her eyes closed. She turned and looked at me. I leaned down and kissed her urgently. She continued to rotate her fingers in her pussy until the inevitable orgasm struck. She rode on my deflating pussy roughly. I could feel it pulling out a little at a time. Suddenly it fell out completely. I reached around and cupped her naked breast in my hand, thumbing the nipple as she tortured her swollen clit.
It seemed a long time before she lay panting before me. I slid close and lay with my body molded against her’s.
“I don’t eat pussy,” I finally confessed as my fingers explored her soft breast.
“I do,” she said with a giggle.