I'm Mike, an old shit of fifty-three, a widower, a seven handicap golfer and fit as can be but haven't had a hard-on in about five years. Oh hell, the medical community has tried every thing you have ever seen advertised about Erectile Dysfunction and none of that crap worked on me. I am resigned to spend the rest of my life just remembering how great sex used to be .......... #$%^&*(#@.
I have a thirty-two year old daughter, Patty, who is divorced. She is a good-looking gal who had a real asshole for a husband who she finally dumped a couple of years ago. She has a great job in the computer industry and visits me about once every three or four months from the other side of the country. I'm in Maryland and she lives in San Diego.
Things were going along OK when I got a call from her asking if I'd like to join her on a company paid ten-day vacation to Paris, France. She had won some type of sales contest and the prize was the trip for two to Paris. Since she had divorced the asshole she asked me to take his place.
"You betcha honey. Where and when do we meet?"
She was going to meet me in a week at the Baltimore Airport where we would get an Air France flight to Paris. Damn, I needed something like this to get me out of the funk I was in. I couldn't be happier.
She looked fantastic coming up the jet-way from her California flight and we weren't going to have a long layover in Baltimore. So far so good.
The overseas flight on Air France went perfect other than the fact that almost every overseas flight from the US to Europe is a night flight and I hate them; I can never sleep on the damn things.
The first three or four days on France were great. We saw a ton of the world famous sights and wore ourselves out traipsing through a number of churches and museums but we laughed and joked the whole time. Patty picked out some superb restaurants and since the cost of food was covered in her prize we ate like royalty.
One night we sat in the hotel lounge sipping brandies after a wonderful day just chatting about all we had seen and enjoyed. We had just finished our second drink and she said that she was ready to hit the sack. Her prize only covered a single room but she was able to get one with two queen sized beds so everything had been fine in that regard.
She used the bathroom first and when she came out in her nightgown all I could think of was what an asshole her husband really was. She has a body to die for and a job making tons of money. What the hell was he looking for? I shower in the morning so all I had to do in the evening was to brush my teeth and wash my face before bed.
This was our fourth night in the city and we had come to bed around ten and I was damn near out on my feet so when I hit the sack it bothered the hell out of me when I heard her sobbing.
"Patty, what's wrong honey?" I asked quietly.
"Oh Mike, what the heck is wrong with me. I love that I could be here with you but why the hell couldn't I find a husband who appreciated me?"
"Patty, that's a question for the ages. There is nothing wrong with you. That guy you were married to is the asshole of all time. I just looked at you when you were getting into bed and thought there would be tens of thousands of guys who would go nuts to be able to be here in my place. Your ex truly needs psychiatric help. Just rest easy honey. You WILL find the right guy and we'll have a great day tomorrow." I whispered.
"Mike, can I come over and sleep with you in your bed. You can hold me like you used to do when I was a little girl."
"Sure honey. C'mon over."
It's a good thing I have the Erectile Dysfunction problem or I would have had a giant hard-on when she came over; daughter or no daughter.
I cuddled close to her with my arm around her waist and it wasn't long before she took my hand and moved it up to cup her breast. I never realized just how large and firm her breasts were.
"That feels better for me, I hope it won't bother you."
"Bother me. It damn sure won't bother me holding a breast like yours."
She stayed like that for a few minutes and then rolled over to face me pushing her beautiful breasts hard against my chest and then lifted her face and kissed me. Oh God.
"Patty, I have a problem that is going to prevent this from going much further. I have ED and there just isn't any way I could get an erection so if you are thinking of having sex with me my penis won't cooperate."
She cuddled even closer and asked, "Are your tongue and fingers incapable too?"
Oh my God, she is asking if I would be able to perform oral sex on her and would my fingers be able to give her any pleasure.
"Patty, they all work fine if that's what you want."
"Mike, I just need to feel that I am wanted." She whispered quietly but with a whimper in her voice.
I lifted her chin up to face mine and planted a kiss on her. "Patty, you are wanted all right." As I was saying that I let a hand drop down to her waist and proceeded to lift her nightgown up so my fingers could give her some of the pleasure she was so desperately seeking.
She was soaked and my fingers needed no lubrication to enter her. I first had just one finger exploring the folds of her pussy lips and had it go in a little and then I let it slip out and had it join up with another finger. The two of them went in as far as they could and then began a slow but steady movement around her clitoris. At first I had them slide out while lightly touching her clit and then slipped them all the way encouraging her clit to get uncovered. While I was doing this with my fingers I had moved my mouth down to her breasts and let my tongue wander all over them. First up the sides and then I concentrated on her nipples and her breaths were coming faster with each different thing I tried.
All of a sudden I stopped and pulled them out of her as I moved my whole body down so my face was in direct line with the lips of her pussy. I used my hands to spread her pussy lips to make way for my face to get all the way against her clit before I was going to let my tongue go to work. By then she was throwing her hips hard at my face and was tossing her head from side to side and biting her hand to keep from making so much noise that we would be attracting the gendarmes.