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story 63
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The first
thing I remember being told about the vagina was...
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many many
years ago. I am now an older man but still enjoy sex. Went on a singles
holiday recently where I met up with a very attractive 56 year old woman.
We chatted on the coach as we travelled and we met up in the hotel in
the evenings before, during and after our meal. She was a widow and had
lost her husband some 5 years previously.
Four nights into the holiday she asked me if I would like to go to her
room after a very pleasant day and evening. I thought we were going to
have a coffee or a drink in her room and never thought of anything more
than that.
When we got to her room we went in and she invited me to sit down and
she started to take off her shoes and jacket whereupon I thought she would
make coffee or get a drink. But no, she came over to me and placed her
knee in my groin and then removed my jacket. Her knee was slightly grinding
me. This was followed by unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel her knee moving
across my groin against my penis and I was swelling. I was feeling sexual.
She could feel this too and proceeded to unbutton her top, exposing her
lacey bra and bulging breasts. By now she had removed her knee and was
kissing me hard and I responded in kind. My erection was full now and
I took advantage of her by placing my hands on her breasts and feeling
for her nipples through the fabric. I could feel her hands sliding down
and inside my trousers groping for my penis. As she did this I pulled
her onto the bed, removed her bra and we lay there for some time kissing
with me rubbing her breasts. I then released my trousers so she could
get to my manhood better and while she played with my penis I took my
opportunity and went for her panties, slipping my hands over the elastic
and working my way to her pussy. To my amazement she then removed her
panties and also made to remove my trousers and pants altogether and before
long we were lying naked together, kissing, touching and she guided my
hand to her labia. I put my hands into the moist enclosed lips, sliding,
and she had my penis in her hand gently rubbing but before long she guided
this towards her. I couldn't hold back any longer and rolled on top of
her having the most amazing and enjoyable sex in a very long time. We
did it twice in a matters of hours.
The next day she had the most 'happy' look and smile about her and the
next night I did not need to be invited to her room.
I found out she had not had sex for a long time, long before her husband
died and she felt she was now over his passing, beyond grieving and could
move on. Somehow I must have fitted her need.
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