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I first got to know Agnes when I was visiting my unclein a nursing home. She was recuperating there from mental and physical exhaustion following the death of her husband. It was clear that she did not enjoy being where she was.

Initially we greeted each other casually. However over time we got talking and our conversations became much more personal and interesting. Mentally she was very alert and intelligent, conversing in a lively way about current affairs, her travels and her past life. In essence she was a well-educated, rather conservative, middle-class lady who seemed to have dedicated much of her life to supporting her husband’s successful career.

One of her regrets, being where she was, was that she had had to store away most of her clothing. She would sometimes say that one day she would like to have her ‘wardrobe’ accessible again. Looking back I suspect that she felt that when she was in normal company she would have liked to dress in a manner to which she was accustomed. Often in those days she would wear a simple white cotton bathrobe that was definitely not her concept of elegance.

On occasions when I was sitting with her my sensual feelings were stirred by the simplest situation. It seems that she did not like the staff to wash her clothing and from time to time, drying on a towel on a chair in the room, would be items of underwear. I tried my best not to stare but could not help noticing her preference for white panty girdles and delicate, if small-cupped, laced white bras. Ignoring these as much as I could I would encourage her to talk about herself and her life. Nevertheless, rightly or wrongly, I found myself thinking about how this lady would look in her underwear. Of course I kept these thoughts very much to myself. I was sure that she would be upset if she were aware of my even noticing her clothes. But it was strange to feel physical attraction to someone of her age.

One day when I saw her she was very upset and asked for my advice. It was almost as if she had lost all the ground she had made up and was back to her previous exhausted state. It came out that one of her relatives had taken it upon himself to arrange the sale of her home without consulting her. No doubt he felt it was in her best interests but for her it was a signal that she would never leave the nursing home. She wanted her life back – the ability to have a few more years of independence in her own home. We sat and discussed options for a long time. In the end between us we concluded that maybe things had worked out for the best. At least now she had the funding to buy herself an apartment which would give her the independent lifestyle but would be much easier to manage on a day to day basis. And she didn’t have the hassle of selling. When I left she seemed to be much more positive again.

The next time I called in to see her she gave me a warm little hug and a kiss – the first time she had done that. She thanked me for bearing with her and helping her to sort things out in her mind. She said that she was determined now to look for a place of her own and enlisted my help in doing this.

To cut a long story short about three months later she had found a very pleasant place to live, I had assisted her with the legal process and she was ready to make the move. At that time I spent a fair bit of time with her going through her furnishing needs and helping to arrange for items to be moved out of store. Then the day came that she could move in. She was delighted.

A couple of days later I called in to see how she was doing. In the spare bedroom she had laid out her ‘wardrobe’ of clothes and shoes. She wanted my advice on what to keep and what to dispose of. We spent a long afternoon going though her things and deciding which would suit her new life best. By late afternoon we had most of the dresses, coats and skirts sorted out and I opened another suitcase. It turned out to be full of her nightwear. She asked what was in the case and I pulled out a semi-sheer long black nightdress. Neither of us said anything for a moment but then I somewhat blurted out how lovely her tall elegant figure would look in it. Her response was to ask me if I really felt that and then she came over, took the garment from me without a word and folded it into a cupboard. She then indicated that we had done enough for the day.

To say thank you for my help she told me that she would christen her apartment with a dinner-party for the two of us. We would be able to sit down together and put the world to rights.

The evening came and I rang the door to the apartment. Imagine my surprise at the elegant lady who answered. That day she had organised to have her hair styled and dyed pale blond. Her face had also revived through the beauty treatments that she had arranged. Her make-up was discreet but highlighted the classical lines of her face, lips and eyes. To top this off she was wearing a full length flowing light silk dress. My mouth must have dropped open.

I thought I would really cheer myself up” she said. “How do you think it looks?

I set the flowers that I had brought down and took both her hands in my mine saying that she was truthfully quite stunning:

I am so lucky to have such a charming hostess” I said. Then I kissed her on both cheeks and she led me through to the dining room. We had a wonderful meal, talking about so many things, laughing and celebrating her new home and life. She told me that it was the first time she had been able to share wine with anyone for three years. She seemed happy to be back in control of what she was doing.

Later she made coffee and I decided to be a little forward in joining her on the sofa. When the cups had been set aside I again took her hands, leant forward, thanked her for the evening, told her how delightful she looked and this time risked kissing her more fully and passionately on her mouth.

She looked at me and said “You know I really feel a lot for you – I just wish I was thirty years younger. We shouldn’t be involved with our age difference – it just does not feel proper

I kissed her lightly again “No. It’s not a question of age – it’s a matter of how well people match each other. You and I are so mentally akin to each other that it’s natural that we should feel this way. What is right or wrong is how we feel and how we interest each other. Isn’t it possible to love someone for their mind and then to want to be physically close?

Then I kissed her much more passionately and for longer. At that moment I felt her suddenly responding. Forgetting everything to do with age we behaved like star-struck young lovers, hugging, holding ourselves close then at arm length, kissing and letting our tongues taste each other. Gradually my hands drifted up her dress from her waist towards her breasts. Just as I could feel her bra under my hands she said

No, no, please no, we shouldn’t be doing this – I’m so much older than you, what we are doing can’t be right”.

I slowly let my hand withdraw and said to her “I don’t want to force you into anything you feel uncomfortable with, but to me you are so desirable – and I don’t just mean your appearance, though you are beautiful tonight. I mean your mind, the type of person you are, I really would like us to feel mentally and physically together. It’s the whole of you that I want.

I looked hard at her, held her arms and smiled. The next thing I knew was that she sighed, took my hand and held it back against her breast “Yes, yes, I do feel like you say but you have to understand that it’s so long since I have been close to someone and I feel so nervous and unsure of these feelings.

Through the silk of her dress and the material of her bra I softly stroked her nipple as our mouths came together and our tongues touched. Instinctively my other hand sort out her other breast, fondled it through her clothing and aroused her other nipple. She moaned into my mouth and her hands pulled our heads closer together.

I continued to arouse her through her clothes sensing the fragility of the situation. Not only was she handsome for her age but also she had been brought up in a very ‘correct’ society. Her husband had been the one love of her life and now here I was trying to awaken her to a new and unfamiliar experience. It would so easy to scare her if she did not feel at least a little in control. We must have gently responded to each other for fifteen or twenty minutes when I let one of my hands slip down onto her stomach. One of her hands reached out to grip my wrist and to keep my hand still. Applying a little pressure to counterbalance her hold I moved both our hands, together, until they were pressing through her dress onto an area of her panty girdle stretched over her pubic mound.

I didn’t know what to expect. Her tongue came into my mouth and flicked around inside. Tears started to form in her eyes:

What should we do? I’m so confused. I want you to stay with me tonight but I feel so vulnerable. It has been nearly thirty years since I shared a bed with my husband for the last time. We had a nice life together but it wasn’t very physical. Whatever will people think if they find out? I am not sure that I am ready or capable any more of a relationship.

Look” I said, “we do not know what physically will happen between us if we are together but I would love to hold you tonight and to wake up with you in the morning. We should care about each other not what anyone else thinks or says. Whatever else may or may not happen is incidental to being together

She kissed me lightly and rose up off the sofa. “I know this, I really know this. I’m so unsure. Just stay here will you please for a few minutes” and saying this she walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

After about ten minutes I heard her inviting me into the room. The lighting had been softened. Instead of the main light being on, a standard lamp and a bedside lamp glowed softly against the wall. I could sense my own intake of breath. There she stood in the centre of the floor, backlit by the lamps, in that semi transparent black nightgown I had found some days before in her suitcase.

You said that you would like to see me in this. How do I look to you?

Inside the nightdress for the first time I could dimly make out the full outline of her slender figure. It was still tall, straight and proud. I could make out the shape of her legs and the outline of her hips inside the cascading black material. However the light from behind masked the more intimate details from me. The whole effect was so erotic. Here I was in the bedroom of a seventy five years old woman feeling my body getting ever more excited at the prospect of fucking her and enjoying her body.

I approached her telling her just how amazing she looked and at the same instant kissed her more passionately than ever. My hands massaged and teased the elegant little breasts nestling in her bodice, now freed of the bra. They felt soft and yielding under my fingers and her nipples became engorged as I rolled them as sensually as I could. Rubbing my hands down the outside of the nightdress I could feel that the panty girdle had gone and I let the cloth rub against her long unvisited pussy. With my arms around her back and my hands on her ass I pulled her body tightly against mine.

By now both of us were oblivious of anything but each other. I could hear the little moans and “oh’s”. I turned around and pulled back the bedsheets. Holding her firmly I lifted her onto the bed, spreading the nightdress, black against the white sheets. Her body was more visible in this position and I could scarcely contain myself. She wanted to turn out the lights but I begged her on this first occasion to let us see each other without secrets.

It took me a few seconds to strip from my clothes and then I came towards her on the bed, penis painfully erect. She looked shyly at me, taking in my own nakedness. I knew that I would need to be careful to prepare her to fuck. Given how long it had been since she had been penetrated I thought that she would be tight and dry. Equally I thought that she might feel embarrassed by oral sex as a way of preparing her. So I lay down beside her, kissing her and letting my hand move up her legs and thighs. As I reached the top I moved my hand across her mound, feeling her pubic hair, and moving downwards to rub above her clitoris. To this point her thighs had remained together but responding to my kisses and to the sensation on her mound, she let them open up a little.

This was a moment to treasure. For so long she had existed without any sexual activity and now she and I felt so close to one another. We were on the point of sexual re-awakening and sharing each others unknown bodies.

I whispered to her “Let me prepare you a bit so you will be more comfortable” and she just nodded a little. I damped my fingers with my saliva and moved them under and back up inside the, by now riding higher, nightdress. Carefully I rubbed the fingers across her labial lips moistening them a little. This process was repeated a number of times until she was jerking a bit and I could feel her entrance slippery with the saliva making her ready for sex.

At this point I lifted her slightly and placed a pillow under her ass to raise her entrance slightly for more comfortable penetration. Then I made one final sortie with my moistened fingers to ensure that she was truly ready.

I lifted the hem of her nightdress up towards her stomach. As I did this she opened her legs and for the first time I saw her pussy fully exposed. At that moment I suddenly lost my previous discretion. Kissing her one more time on the mouth I then dropped my lips onto her vagina. It turned out later that this was the first time she had ever experienced oral sex. I could hear the startled cry from the head of the bed but pressed on letting my tongue lap backwards and forwards. I then concentrated above her entrance to find her clitoris. I had no idea how an elderly lady would respond. When I found, and sucked out, the little nub her thighs pressed in against either side of my head and began urgently rubbing up and down. I reckoned that the time to unite our bodies had now come.

Moving up the bed so my face was opposite hers I pressed our mouths together and ‘French-kissed’ her. As our tongues fought against each other I moved my penis up and down her slit moistening its tip. Her thighs opened and lifted a little more. I wriggled my penis into position, exchanged more passionate kisses, and telling her how much I wanted her, pushed into her body.

She had been so many years without sex that she was almost like a virgin. Whilst the entrance to her vagina was now slippery inside she was still dry and very tight. My initial thrusts travelled only a little way in. As I entered her I kept my lips on hers. Her tongue shot almost straight out in my mouth and then frantically lashed from side to side. I pulled my penis back and then pushed a little further in. Each stroke, going deeper, encountered her tight walls and more dryness. By withdrawing and thrusting in again a little further I kept moistening her a little more and stretching her passage. Gradually it was becoming easier to penetrate more deeply. As she became fully dampened I was able to begin more rhythmical strokes.

To my chagrin when this happened it was not very long at all before I was feeling the urgent sensation of a climax beginning. I held her as tightly as I could, letting her know how wonderful she felt. Moving in and out much more rapidly than before, I began to pump my seed into her, moaning and groaning as I did so. I felt our two beings united as the semen flowed between us, our bodies locked together at the waist, pressing each other and kissing each other. Holding my weight off her as much as I could I let my penis finish its spasms inside her and gradually slip out.

Here was I the great lover getting so excited that I could not last for more than a couple of minutes. I smiled foolishly and held her close to me, letting my hands wander up over her stomach to her tits. She pulled the nightdress up to her neck and rubbed her body against mine. Then I let my fingers explore her now slippery vulva and worked them around bringing her up to climax. As she gasped I sucked hard on her erect nipples and drew both of her small breasts one by one into my mouth. Her movements suddenly became quite shuddery and her limbs wriggled and writhed against my fingers – “Please, please, please” she cried “oh kiss me, kiss me now, now, now”. As her orgasm climaxed she took my shoulder into her mouth, sucking and biting hard.

Then we seemed to fall together in a heap – me naked, and her with her long legs spread wide and her nightgown in disarray. As our passion subsided I continued to roll her nipples between my fingers, rubbed her clitoris, which remained sensitive and let a slippery digit dampen the line between her buttocks.

Please hold me tight” she said “I never thought that anyone would want to make love to me again, or that I would be able to accommodate you inside. I just thought that I would shrivel away. Now I have part of you still inside me bringing life back into my old body”.

She then rolled over with her back pressed into my front, the nightdress having been pulled down again, and holding her like this we drifted into sleep.


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