He feels dizzy saying it and is on the verge of taking it back, when she just as quietly asks, "What's it worth to you?"
She stands there looking at him, slowly rubbing one hand up and down her stomach, then both hands over her hips and butt, then back around front to her pussy, where she gently parts the two sides. He is caught in her gaze and wonders whether she is asking if he would pay for her to masturbate. Then another thought pushes that one out of the way.
As her hands play gently over the valleys and roundness of her stomach, and the one small fold of flesh at her waist, he moves one foot forward and pushes it against the toe of the other, so he can pull off the shoe. Then he switches feet and does the same. As he kicks the shoes off to one side, he looks up and sees a smile forming on her lips.
As though in a daze, he feels his hands undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his pants. As he steps out of them and pushes them to the side, he lifts each foot in turn and pulls off his socks.
Her smile has broadened to show her teeth as he slowly undoes each button on his shirt, takes it off, then pulls off his t-shirt. His clothes are scattered around him, as though in a circle. "My boxers aren't as cute as your panties," he says as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his last piece of clothing.
Her smile grows even wider. "They're not what's important." And he slides them off and kicks them aside.
He feels awkward standing naked in front of a woman who is close to half his age. He does not know where to put his hands, how to stand comfortably, where to look. He glances at her and sees that her entire face has softened with her smile as she looks him up and down. He feels even more self-conscious.
"Turn around, slowly," she says quietly after a while. He takes a quarter turn and pauses, then another and another till he faces her again. When he has his back to her, he pulls at his cock and balls to loosen them up after their confinement in his underwear. He realizes with a quiet chuckle that he really wants his cock to be longer. He wants to impress her.
She asks him to take a number of poses, repeating much of what he had asked her to do. After a few pictures of him lying on the couch with his legs spread wide, he asks, "Did you feel this silly or awkward when I was asking you to pose?"
She laughs and shrugs. "Sometimes, particularly when it was pretty clear you didn't know what I should do. But there were other times when it felt like we were flowing, almost like a conversation between us. Then it felt natural and exciting." She walks over to the desk where her purse is sitting. "You have to remember, most of the time on the site, I'm making my own decisions what to do, how to pose. Sometimes, my husband or a friend who's shooting has some ideas, but it's usually along the line of what I had been thinking. This is the first time I've posed for somebody else.
She turns around, holding a dildo, shaped like an actual erect cock with balls at the base. He watches her run her tongue along the molded veins of the curved erection. She is looking at him over the top of it and seems to be waiting for him to make the next move. He stretches back out on the couch, facing her, and takes his cock in his hand. His few experiences over the course of his life of trying to jerk off in front of a woman had not gone well, and his recent efforts to masturbate at all have been fitful. After all, his body has worn down over the course of 70 years. But here he is, naked across the room from a woman he has seen online and with whom he has filled his fantasies, so he wants to give himself a chance.
He strokes his cock gently with three fingers and thumb. He focuses on the sensations that slowly awaken as he strokes, and he keeps calm, certain that he would throw things off by forcing himself. Gradually he feels a thickening within his fingers, enough to know that his body is responding and cooperating.
Across the room, she sighs. He opens his eyes and sees her sitting in the armchair, one leg draped over the arm. The other foot is resting on the floor, and she is opened wide. She is stroking herself with two fingers, while her other hand holds the dildo at her mouth. Her tongue runs over the head of the anatomically formed toy, then with her eyes on him, she opens her mouth and engulfs the head between her lips. She moans quietly, and he gasps as he feels a surge between his fingers. Stay focused, he tells himself and keeps up the gentle stroking.
He watches as she slowly withdraws the cock head from her mouth and languidly traces it down her chin and neck, between her tits and down her stomach. She spreads her pussy lips with the fingers of her free hand and presses the head of the dildo against the slick surface between those luscious lips. Ever so slowly, she strokes up and down, bit by bit moving down to the opening of her cunt. It seems to hover there for a moment, then slides in.
She gasps as the cock head pushes against the tight muscle guarding the entrance to her cunt, which he figures has to be dripping wet and getting looser at this point. His cock throbs at the vision before him, and his own breath grows quicker and shallower.
He watches her as she pulls the dildo out slightly, then pushes it back in a little further each time. He keeps a close focus on how her pussy lips open and close with each thrust and listens to her gasps and quiet moans as the dildo makes its gradual progress into her cunt. With each thrust, he feels his cock getting harder and its ultimate release building stronger and stronger.
She gives a slightly louder whimper when the dildo is all the way in and the plastic balls are pressing against her. Her pelvis thrusts forward against the base of the artificial cock, and her head rolls back and forth. Her other hand reaches down to stroke her clit. Her body is rocking and her gasps are getting more intense.
He has been muttering to himself, "that glorious cunt . . . Fuck me . . . Oh my gah..." And when he feels himself about to cum, he grunts and gasps louder and looks toward her. And she looks at him just as his cum starts to jump out of his cock, now aimed toward her. Her stomach clenches as his cum splashes onto his stomach, then her eyes close as her own orgasm unleashes within her. He watches her tense back into the chair and then release with a gasp as her hips curl and buck against the dildo.
Then she is quiet. Her body goes limp. Her one leg slips from the arm of the chair, and the other drifts further apart as her body twitches with the last few waves of her orgasm. Slowly, the dildo slips out of her slick cunt, shiny with her juices, some of which leak onto the chair.
They lie quiet and still for a time. When she opens her eyes and looks at him with a satisfied smile, he squeezes the last couple of drops of cum from his cock and lifts his hand, letting her see the dollop of cum on his thumb. As she watches, he brings his hand to his mouth, licks the cum off his fingers, lets her see it on his tongue, then closes his mouth and swallows.
"That was cool," she says. "I've never seen a guy eat his own cum before."
He reaches out his hand toward her and says, "Let me have the dildo." Her brow wrinkles in puzzlement, and she sits there for a moment. Then she slides off the chair and crawls on her knees to place the base of the dildo on the coffee table, where he can reach it. He brings it up to his face and inhales deeply, savoring the musky scent of her cunt juices. He licks off some of the cream from around the base. Then he presses the cock head against his stomach and twists to scoop up more of his cum. He hands it back to her.
She is mesmerized by each step he takes and reaches toward him as though in a trance. As she takes hold of the dildo, her finger brushes his, and a tingle runs through both their arms. She sniffs along the shaft in her hand, licks some of the cream off the base, then puts the head of it into her mouth. It was his turn to be mesmerized, with his fingers that had brushed hers resting on his cock.
She twists the dildo between her lips. When she pulls it out, she sticks out her tongue to let him see his cum, then she closes her mouth and swallows.
A sense of amazement hovers in their air as they gaze at each other. They came together, and they have tasted each other's cum, even though the only contact between them has been a slight touch of the fingers. This has gone beyond their expectations, and yet neither quite knows what to do next.
He feels a drip running cold down his side from some of the cum that rested on his stomach. He tries to catch it before it lands on the couch, and this breaks him out of his trance. He pushes himself into a sitting position. "I'd better get cleaned up," he says and stands up.
She gets up and points toward the other room in the suite. "You can use the bathroom."
When he comes out a few minutes later, he finds his clothes stacked on the bed. He gets dressed slowly and heads back into the living room to get his shoes.
She is dressed in a grey skirt and soft pink blouse. "You all set for your meeting?" he asks as he sits on the couch to put his shoes on.
"Plenty of time. It's not far from here, and I'll probably have some coffee downstairs before I go. Don't forget your camera," she adds as he stands up.
He picks it up off the TV stand where he put it before he started undressing and heads to the door, where he left the camera bag. "I'll be sure to send you the best of them."
"I'm sorry we didn't get any of you," she says, smiling.
"I could take some and send them to you."
"I'd like that." They stand in silence for a while.
"There's an early John Prine song about Donald and Lydia," he says as he puts the camera bag strap over his shoulder. "He's a soldier, she's a girl in town, and the last line of the song is that Donald and Lydia made love that night, from ten miles away."
