Over 65? Assuming that your sex life is in the past, and the possibility of an affair with an old friend has passed you both by? A sudden erotic spark caused Kirsten and John to rethink it all. And it's amazing how good sex can be when you're both experienced and up for it. Note: this story was previously lodged in the wrong category
My wife Jan and I had known Kirsten and Geoff for nearly forty years. We had been on numerous family holidays with them, and several trips as two couples. In all that time there had been no flirting between us, apart from a couple of times in our thirties when I had explored rubbing knees with Kirsten at dinner. She didn't respond, but she didn't push me away at the time. Now I was nearly seventy and the others a year or two behind. You might think the days of sexual intrigue were past. But suddenly that changed last year.
Kirsten was a very organised person and she kept everyone else organised. Lots would describe her as bossy. She was the one to decide where to go and what to do on holidays, and she had this voice she could use that everyone obeyed.
She was sort of attractive. Bear in mind we were all on the other side of 65. Kirsten had kept a trim figure. She was a busy person, who did lots of walking and gardening, so she was fit. She had spread a bit in the hips over the years, but not too much. She has small breasts, in fact I'd never paid much attention to them because they're never on display. She dresses modestly and never with cleavage. In fact, Kirsten has always struck me as prudish. She considers a dirty joke distasteful, and almost never joins in discussion about sexual topics. On the other hand I had read novels that she had enjoyed and been surprised by the very earthy sex scenes in them. Books like Pillars of the Earth or the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Books which I thought might shock her, she took in her stride.
Kirsten has straight shoulder length, neatly cut grey hair with a blonde rinse and fair skin. She's quite short, maybe 153cm. (On the other hand, I'm nearly 180cm, also quite trim at the moment. My hair is white, so the following story might shock some younger readers.)
On this occasion last year, Jan and I were at Kirsten and Geoff's house, enjoying lunch. For some reason I felt randy, and remembered the few times years ago when I had explored by softly rubbing my knee along Kirsten's thigh under the table. I tried the same thing. I met no resistance on this occasion. In fact, when she got up to serve a new course, as she sat down she seemed to place her leg back in touch with mine. As we relaxed, I made a couple more exploratory moves. I rubbed my hand on my leg and pretended to accidentally touch her knee. She didn't jump or start. Later, I let my hand rest on her thigh momentarily. She made no eye contact with me, but she let my hand rest there for a while.
I went off to the bathroom. This meant going through a door to another part of the house, so not being observed by the others. That part of the house was also next to the kitchen. After I'd washed my hands I turned the corner, just as the door to the kitchen opened and Kirsten slid through it. She stood in front of me, not attempting to go past. She had a little smile on her face and was looking straight at me. I moved in front of her, lowering my face to her as I said,
"Hello, pretty girl. Fancy meeting you here."
She gave a little snort. I went on, "You know, I always wondered how your lips would taste."
She glanced at my mouth, then opened hers slightly and ran her tongue along her bottom lip. I leaned down and lowered my mouth onto hers. She didn't pull away. In fact, her lips parted a little more. My hands came up as I held her body to me. She in turn put her arms on mine. Her eyes closed as our kiss became more searching and passionate. My tongue entered her mouth and she pushed back with her own. Our breathing became more urgent.
I lowered my hand down her back and caressed her backside. Obviously at 67, it wasn't as firm as it had been, but still nice. I used two fingers to push between her thighs from behind. Her legs opened to allow me to rub my fingers along the seam of her trousers. I could feel the softness of her cuntlips through the thin fabric of her trousers and panties. As I did so, her kissing became more urgent. Her teeth but into my lips and she sighed. I was shocked and delighted to be learning this this prudish friend had a passionate, sexy side to her that I'd never seen. And it had taken me over thirty years to see it. But she pushed me away.
"No," she said. "Not now. They'll notice we're missing." And suddenly she'd slipped back through the door to her kitchen and pretended nothing had happened. A couple of times later she threw me a quizzical look. When we left, I gave her the usual friendly embrace but surreptitiously slid a hand onto her thigh. She winked almost imperceptibly.
For three days after that I couldn't get Kirsten out of my mind. Suddenly I was horny for her in a way I'd never been before. I kept imagining her body, fucking her, her sucking me, the two of us naked. Two lovers in their late sixties fucking for the first time. She was suddenly a woman of desire, of lust actually. I was sexually obsessed by her, like a teenager. I wondered what she was thinking about me. Had she been excited by our kisses too?
I checked my wife's phone for Kirsten's mobile number and added it to mine as "F". I leave you to guess what the F stood for, but bear in mind that I was thinking like a teenager. Hopefully hiding her under a letter down the alphabet in my contact list would keep my secret.
I thought for nearly a day about my next move. Should I ring her? I decided to start with texting, in case Geoff was home.
Me: Hi Kirsten. I enjoyed our time together on the weekend. I've been thinking naughty thoughts about you since then :)
I waited. No response. I wondered if I'd got the wrong message, or if she was wanting to cool things. Then half an hour later, my phone buzzed.
F: Hi John. Yes it was fun. What do you mean by "naughty"?
I smiled. My cock felt harder than it had been for years, and my heart was beating hard.
What should I say to encourage her?
Me: Where do I start? I've been remembering your soft lips and sexy kisses, and the feel of your body against mine.
F: Mmm. Sounds nice. I liked your lips, too, John. You sure know how to kiss a girl ;)
This was going well. I had been worried that she would get cold feet, or a case of the guilts, but this was encouraging. I had to keep pushing the envelope, aware we were risking much of our friendship. And I was conscious that this was a Kirsten I never knew existed, one prepared to carry on with a secret flirtation, if not more.
Me: I loved the feel of you. I'd love to feel more of you.
F: Naughty boy. Is that what you've been thinking about, you devil?
Me: Indeed. I've had all these dirty thoughts about feeling you all over, touching you in special places, getting to know your body.
There was a pause. I thought the word "dirty" might be a step too far, and maybe I was being too direct. Then my phone buzzed.
F: John!! I'm 67!! I've got stretch marks on my stretch marks and things are going south quickly. I don't have a young woman's body. How can you say that?
Me: Ha ha Kirsten. Don't put yourself down. Remember I'm older than you. To someone nearly seventy, you are a pretty, sexy woman. And all the bits work in the same way, some even better! All that practice, after all ;)
There was a pause again.
F: Oh God you are shocking, you devil. How can you find my body sexy? I'm afraid for anyone to see it at my age.
I had anticipated this and was ready.
Me: I'd love to see it Kirsten. When can I have a showing?
Again a pause.
F: Oh God, John. You're incorrigible. You would curl up in disgust. I'm a wrinkled old woman now.
Me: Kirsten, I have had sexy dreams about you the last three days, thinking about your body next to mine and us moving together as mature lovers who know what our bodies like. I've been imagining what a great time we'd have together.
This was pushing it a fair way. Would she reject the idea of me imagining us having sex?
F: Are you suggesting what I think you are?
I took a breath. Now or never.
Me: I'm imagining us making exciting, sexy, fulfilling love together. I'm so attracted to you Kirsten. Do you know that I'm hard right now?
A: Oh my God, John. How did we get to this point? You're having thoughts about us going to bed together?
Me: More than that. I'm thinking about us making mad passionate love together. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm obsessed, Kristen. The feel of your lips, the embrace of your body has turned me on so much.
F: We couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't.
Me: First things first. We could. I know I could and I bet you could. Second, I know we shouldn't, but this feeling is so strong. I feel so hot for you. I want you, Kirsten. I would.
Rather than keep debating the morality, I decided to change course.
Me: Want to have some fun?
F: What are you suggesting?
Me: Where are you? Are you home alone?
F: Yes. You too?
Me: Yes. Go to your bedroom.
