My Lover and Old Friend

As the plane touched down at O’Hare, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. I was headed to Chicago, and then on to Iowa to see an old friend, and occasional lover, Linda. It had been four years since we last saw each other, and I wasn’t sure if we still had a spark.

Linda and I had met over 40 years ago, when I was in college and she was a senior in high school. We were more like brother and sister, but after she married Ken, we remained close friends. We’d talk on the phone, sharing our lives, and occasionally meet up for pizza.

After we both had kids, our conversations turned more serious. We’d talk about our marriages, our families, and our dreams. I was married to a wonderful woman, and Linda was devoted to Ken, but there was a certain chemistry between us that never quite went away.

It wasn’t until I had a business trip to Atlanta that I could visit Chicago and spend some time with Linda. We spent 36 hours exploring each other’s bodies, and it was like no time had passed at all. We laughed, we cried, and we made love like we used to.

But life had other plans. I continued to work, and Linda went through a divorce. We didn’t see each other again until her son’s wedding, two years ago. And now, here I was, back on a plane, headed to Iowa, wondering if the spark was still there.

As I texted Linda to confirm my arrival, I felt a flutter in my chest. Two hours later, I landed, and waited for my bag. I sent her another text, and two minutes later, she drove up, got out, and we hugged, throwing my bag in the back.

We chatted, making small talk, until we got to her condo. She showed me around, introducing me to her home, and I couldn’t help but notice the way she moved, the way her body seemed to sway. I felt a stirring in my pants, and I knew it was going to be a long night.

As we reached the kitchen, she turned around and kissed me. It wasn’t a “welcome to my home” kind of kiss; it was a “I need you now” kind of kiss. Her tongue was on mine, sucking, and I felt my hands wander down to her butt, fondling her cheeks. Her hand moved to my crotch, and I could feel myself getting hard.

We broke apart, laughing, and she showed me the rest of her place. We ended up in her bedroom, and another kiss next to her bed, our hands all over each other. I slipped my hands under her top, and fondled her breasts. She was busy getting her hand between my legs, rubbing my erection to full size.

I pulled her top off, and she got my last buttons undone, sliding my shirt off. We were standing, with only a bit of underwear and shoes still on. She reached over to the bed, and pulled the covers down, plopping us on the sheets. We pulled off the shoes and shorts, and we both had nothing but a smile on.

Her mouth was all over mine, sucking both lips and tongue. It was something she’d never done before, and I loved it. I worked my way down to her breasts, and started sucking. They were sensitive, so I didn’t bite or suck too hard, but even then, she wanted me to ease up. I headed back up to kiss some more, and my hand wandered between her legs.

I lightly rubbed her clitoris, and even deeper inside, and she started growling. It was a turn-on, so I kept doing that, and she kept encouraging me on. We were both turned on, and I could feel my dick getting harder and harder.

She got up, and got a cream from her dresser. She applied it to her hands, and started rubbing it all over my most sensitive spots. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. We were both so wet and hard, it was difficult to keep from jumping her bones right then.

We eventually broke apart, and she moved around, looking for something. I moved over her, and it slipped in so easily, even though she was still tight. Every part of me was being squeezed as I moved in and out. 10 strokes, then 20 and 30, I was ready to burst.

No matter how I tried to extend my endurance, the cream and her glove-like body did its thing, and I felt the fluids building up inside. Once I hit that point, it was no stopping my body in its job, to do what it could to impregnate the woman I was inside, no matter what we’d done to prevent that. One spurt, then another, I was fucking Linda with no holding back.

After a way too short a time, I slipped out of her. Guess the ol’ dick doesn’t stay hard as long after cumming as before. We snuggled for a bit, and then it was almost dinner time. She had a steak place where she wanted to go, so I took a shower while she “cleaned up” as Linda put it, since her mess was “inside”. I was hungry, so the steak tasted great, and to top it off, she paid. Guess women’s lib got all the way up the age range.

Knowing that a part of me was still inside her kept my sexual interest, and I had a bit of a hard dick throughout. We headed back to her condo, and once settled in, started making out on her couch. I had my hand up under her top again, and she was massaging my crotch while having a session sucking on each other’s mouth. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed, and she suggested we head upstairs.

We got to her room, and had a bit more orderly disrobing as we watched each other slide off everything and met under the covers. She had already gotten that “magic cream” out, and her hand headed right for my most sensitive spots while I moved in on her boobs.

We were already turned on, so it came as a surprise when she said “I’ve learned a few things since last time I saw you” and proceeded to start sucking my dick. Her tongue was quite skilled, even if she hadn’t had much practice, and I just laid there with nothing in the world mattering except the spot between my legs.

After several minutes, she came up and asked if I liked that. I could only nod in approval, as my senses were still recovering. Once I could get active, I tried to reciprocate by nudging down to her waist, but she held me up from doing that. I guess some things are still a bit too far out for her to accept.

After several more minutes, I went to enter her again, but I wasn’t quite hard enough, so we kept up with the foreplay until I was solid again. We pumped into each other again, and it took a while longer before I shot my load. That totally spent anything I had, and I think she was as well, as we fell asleep in each other’s arms in just a few minutes.

Morning came, and we were still spent, so after some showers, we headed out for breakfast and parts for her fan. That afternoon, I did several odd jobs around the house, and we had an early dinner before she headed out to be with her grandkids.

When she returned, I’d recovered from our “activities” of the past night, and we shared some time on her couch once more. Once she had me hard again, we headed upstairs, and got naked. This time, she had some ideas that included making me completely satisfied. I did finger her to that growl again several times, as her hands did their task. Once she seemed to have cum several times, she sat up, and got both her hands working on my dick.

We spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms, making love, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. It was like no time had passed at all, and I knew that I’d be back for more.

Her skilled fingers danced across my balls, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I strained to enter her, but she continued to massage and rub, drawing out my anticipation.

Linda: “Just a little more, I want to make sure you’re ready.”

I tried to push forward one last time, but she held me in place, her hands expertly manipulating my body. My muscles tensed, and I knew I had lost the battle.

Linda: “Relax, let me take care of you.”

As I surrendered to her touch, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I began to pump into her hands. My crown became incredibly sensitive, and I tried to move her, but she held me firmly in place.

Linda: “Just a little more, I’m almost there.”

My world narrowed to a single spot, where pain and pleasure intertwined. I didn’t care about anything else, lost in the sensation.

Eventually, I slowed to a stop, and I came down slowly, feeling drained and contented. Linda snuggled up close, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling grateful for the experience.

The next morning, we cleaned up and headed to the airport, both of us exhausted but satisfied. I couldn’t believe I’d cum three times in just over 24 hours – at 66, it was a remarkable feat.

We’ve kept in touch, and we’re planning another encounter in Chicago this summer, when I’ll be 67. I’m determined to stay in shape, hoping to repeat the experience.

As I headed to the fitness center, I reminded myself that with dedication and hard work, I could keep going strong well into my 70s and beyond. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.