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  “I want to kiss you all over,” he mumbles into my neck as his hands begin to roam.

  “Max, I love your enthusiasm,” I say, while I catch one hand wandering toward my breast, “but you know how I always need a little more time than you to get in the mood for sex. Remember our last conversation?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. I will slow down, if you wish, but I want you so badly and I’m so excited!” I feel his excitement in his rapid breathing and the way he quivers as he hugs me tighter. He gives me about thirty seconds before he makes another request.

  “There’s something I want to do, and I hope you will allow me,” he begins, rather formally.

  “I’ll bet I know what you’re thinking about,” I tease.

  “I want to kiss you all over and lick your vagina!”

  I gasp, feigning shock. “I’ll let you, as long as you do it as long and as thoroughly as you did last week.”

  “We did it last week?”

  “Yes, you kiss me all over every week.”

  “Really?” he exclaims, astounded that he made love to me orally last week, and that we can do it again today. “Can we do it now?”

  “Soon, but first I want you to caress me through my clothes. You know that helps me get excited and wet for you.”

  “Yes, dear, I want to please you.”

  “I’ll show you how.” Still cuddled in the big leather chair, I drape one leg over his and guide his hand to my crotch, showing him how to slide his fingers over the slit between my lips. Even though it’s through both my silky skirt and my lace panties, his touch starts to excite me slowly, the way I like it. I gently correct his movement when he veers from the target. We get into a zone, breathing and rocking in the chair, his hand beginning to arouse me more and more.

  I like the feel of his touch stroking between my legs and the other hand cupping and caressing my breast, gently kneading and squeezing my nipple. I grope my way to Max’s crotch and roll his soft cock between my thumb and fingers, eliciting some moans from him. His cock doesn’t get really firm, but he loves when I touch and caress him and give him oral sex.

  “Can we lie down now, sweetheart? I want to kiss you all over,” he pleads, fervently kneading my breast.

  “Yes, Max, but you lie down first. I want to undress for you.” He instantly leaps from the chair, strips, and dives naked onto the futon. I put on some music and slowly strip for him. It’s always the same, which doesn’t matter. Max never gets bored.

  He showers me with compliments as I undulate while inching up my camisole, exposing my breasts. “You are so beautiful! Your figure is divine.” He sits up and tries to grab me.

  I dance playfully out of reach. “Lie down and enjoy my dance. You’ll get to touch me soon,” I reply, shimmying my ass in his face, tantalizing him. He obeys, lying back and enjoying my show.

  After my dance, he claps and holds his arms out for me. I crawl into them, and he starts busily kissing my neck and running his hands all over my body. “Slow down, Max, we’ve got plenty of time,” I say, rolling onto my belly. “I love it when you kiss my neck and kiss and lick me down my back.” That’s all I need to say and he promptly obeys, flicking his tongue around my neck and shoulders, evoking shivers of pleasure. Slowly he works his way down to my ass. He loves rimming me, and although I don’t return the favor, I always make sure I am squeaky clean and let him go at it. It gets me warmed up for what’s next.

  After a while, I roll onto my back, causing him to follow the trail from my ass to my pussy, but I have other plans.

  “Max, you always suck my nipples so nicely. Come and suck them awhile.”

  Max grunts and crawls back up and starts licking and sucking.

  “Oh, that’s good,” I drawl, my eyes rolling back with the pleasure. Then I’m distracted by his hand squeezing my thigh. Unfortunately, for my less sensitive nipples these days, the thigh-squeezing is too distracting. I prefer one clearly felt sensation at a time. Max has a hard time controlling his urges to touch and squeeze. After a while, I just nudge him down toward my pussy, where he is more than happy to go.

  On my pussy, I have to ease him into action, because Max tends to just dive onto my clit (again, like a lot of guys). “Lighter, please, gently,” I whisper, holding Max’s head and pulling him back slightly from my pussy, encouraging him to flick his tongue over my clit and vaginal lips, rather than planting his face and mashing his tongue around. It takes a while to get it just right. Patience is the key, because he truly loves and lives to please me.

  “Oh yes, that’s it, Max. That’s the spot,” I moan, holding his head, keeping him where I want him. He begins to growl, which is both sexy and scary. He starts moving faster, licking my clit and then nibbling on my outer lips, growling again.

  Some men say they love pussy, and they might spend a few minutes there and move on to something more interesting—to them—like fucking. Max really loves pussy, giving me an average of twenty to thirty minutes of undivided attention. He does have to stop here and there to adjust his neck or slide a pillow under my hips. Max spoils me, and I get to be a real “pillow queen.” He’ll lick me until I stop him.

  But now I’m ready for him to stop and he’s still lapping away. I place one hand on either side of his head and pull his face up. Our eyes meet.

  “You pussy hound!” I call him. He loves it when I call him a pussy hound.

  “Sweetheart, I could lick your pussy all day!”

  “I know you could, but I am ready for the next act now,” I say, reaching for my vibrator and my favorite bright pink dildo. Well-trained, Max cuddles up next to me and starts licking and sucking my right nipple, the more sensitive one that I like to save for the grand finale. I drip some Liquid Silk onto my dildo and lube it up.

  “Let me help you with that,” Max offers, reaching for the dildo.

  “You can do it for my second orgasm,” I answer, sliding the dildo into my pussy and pumping it slowly. I can feel my g-spot and vaginal tissues swelling from all of Max’s attentions. This makes the dildo feel so good sliding into my cunt. I start pumping myself, getting the feel of rocking with the fucking sensation. Knowing the drill, Max hands me the Hitachi Magic Wand, which I apply to my clit. I imagine myself as a goddess with multiple arms. Thankfully, Max keeps up the sucking and licking on my nipple.

  “Oh yeah, that’s it,” I moan, as I sail screaming into my first orgasm. These days, my orgasms can go on and on. They used to be stronger, but now they make up for it by being longer. I keep up the pumping and the vibrator and dear Max is faithfully, hungrily, slurping my nipple until I turn off the vibrator, remove the dildo, and gently stop him.

  I let Max play with the dildo and suck my nipples for the second and third orgasms. He fucks me with the dildo just right this time, not too slow, not too fast, while avoiding the Hitachi’s big head, which I’m holding against my clit—all at the same time! His dexterity and coordination are frankly amazing, as is his stamina.

  Soon I am lying there spent, and Max is singing my praises. “You are an amazing woman! I have never known a woman like you. You are a goddess! I love you!” I rest for a while in his arms, letting his praises wash over me, as I catch my breath for our real grand finale.

  “Move over, lover,” I say, nudging Max to the other side of the bed. He quickly gets into position on his right side with a pillow under his head. I swing over so that my hips are perpendicular to his. We are ready for penetration.

  But first I stroke Max’s cock with some lube. He moans happily despite staying soft. I slide a cock ring onto him, which will help maintain any erection that happens. Then the condom.

  “Sweetheart, we don’t need that! I don’t have any diseases and I don’t ejaculate.”

  “I know, but it’s one of our non-negotiables. We’ve talked about this before. Remember?” He doesn’t, but doesn’t care. As long as I keep going, he’ll be happy.

  I gently grab his cock and line up my vagina and “stuff” his soft cock into me. I wait a
moment and squeeze my vaginal muscles.

  “Oh, that feels exquisite!” Max exclaims, throwing his head back and gasping. Undeterred by the lack of a hard-on, he pumps away, slowly. I am awed by his sensitivity. Every time I even slightly squeeze my muscles, he gasps and bucks his body in ecstasy. “I’m in another world, sweetheart,” he exclaims. I feel his cock slightly hardening inside me. What a man!

  Sometimes, I am underwhelmed by all this fucking. My orgasms came and went earlier, and this is not too sensational for me, yet I enjoy his pleasure vicariously. However, today I feel subtle sensations in my vagina as Max thrusts. The sensations I’ve noticed could be compared to feeling our genitals stuck together, magnetized—as I’ve only experienced when practicing Tantra. Max even remarked on that, feeling like he couldn’t pull away, even if he wanted to. When he thrusts gently, it’s like a tidal pull on my vaginal lips, connecting me to a more oceanic field of experience, a place where penis and vagina (“lingam” and “yoni” in Sanskrit) connect. It’s magical and primal, and has little to do with erections or not.

  We rock together dreamily. There’s no place to go, no goal to be reached. He’s not going to ejaculate. We’re just hanging out with the energy. We caress each other softly, as our breathing rhythm slows. I sigh with deep relaxation, cradled in Max’s big arms. How pleasant it is to drift, just being here now with each other.

  I feel my heart swell with love for this man I’ve been seeing almost weekly for nearly four years. I do sexual healing work, and he is my favorite client. He came to me originally through a referral from his psychiatrist. Max has Alzheimer’s, and he was getting into trouble with some prostitutes who were extorting money from him. One thing that many people don’t know about Alzheimer’s is that the disease can have a disinhibiting effect on a person’s libido. An aging man who may have left sex behind years ago suddenly becomes amorous, flirtatious, and sometimes sexually inappropriate, or gets taken advantage of by criminals. Max’s doctor proposed seeing me as a way to provide a safe container for his sexuality and intimacy needs. It’s worked very well for all of us. His family is delighted that he has a safe person to be with.

  Max’s doctor tells me that Max has more consistency and continuity in his relationship with me than with any other person, including his family. Maybe that is because our relationship is confined to our two-hour weekly sessions, which follow a fairly predictable routine. Yet, for Max, it is always new. He often doesn’t remember what we did twenty minutes ago, asking me if we can make love after we’ve just finished. Although he has Alzheimer’s, it doesn’t seem to have any negative impact on our interactions. If anything, it keeps us both firmly, sensually, and bodily in the present moment. With Max, I am forever new, amazing, precious, beautiful. He is never bored. What a delicious gift—for both of us.

  THE HOTEL LOUNGE

  Skyler Karadan

  Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but

  beautiful old people are works of art.

  —Unknown, though often wrongly attributed to

  Eleanor Roosevelt

  The hotel lounge was crowded with conference attendees from the civic center across the street. The air inside the bar smelled of freshly reapplied perfume and damp wool overcoats due to the snowy, wet weather. Thank God it was one of those blessed establishments lovingly referred to as “smoke free.” I had stopped in for a happy hour nightcap before retiring to my room to attend to the final preparations of my presentation at the conference the next day.

  I spotted her sitting at the bar as I made my way through the maze of tables. She sat surrounded by three or four younger men, each vying for her attention and a chance to make the evening more interesting. Her mid-calf length black skirt was slit up the side and offered a generous view of her shapely thigh when she crossed one leg over the other. She seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from the horny young lads, but she gave me a warm smile when our eyes met briefly as I looked for an open space at the bar. Just as I reached the bar, the couple standing next to her walked away, leaving a gap that I quickly occupied.

  “Kinda crowded, huh?” she asked as she turned away from her admirers to face me.

  “Yeah,” I responded. “Looks like the place to be.”

  “Anywhere inside is better than out there,” she said. “Besides, it’s kinda fun being in here with all these young professionals.”

  “I noticed you can draw a pretty good crowd,” I said with a smile.

  “Oh, yeah, right! I’m old enough to be their mother. Get ’em liquored up and anybody looks good,” she said with a laugh.

  “Well, I’m not ‘liquored up,’ and you look exquisite. Can I buy you another?” I asked.

  “That would be very nice. Thank you,” she said.

  We stayed at the bar and chatted over a couple of drinks, her sitting and me standing, as there were no tables available. People continued to crowd into the comfortable setting of the warm hotel lounge. This was obviously a favorite spot among the local young professionals. As we talked, I found myself becoming increasingly infatuated, stimulated, and, yes, even aroused by this intoxicating beauty. Her brown-green eyes sparkled with youthful mischief, and the subtle, almost invisible laugh lines that embraced them hinted of a life of gleeful enjoyment. The lounge’s overhead lights, although dimmed for effect, danced in the strands of the gray-streaked hair that caressed her face. As we watched the crowd, we talked about the joys of midlife. Yes, I said the “joys” of midlife, not the heartache. Our comfort with each other grew expansively, devoid of the all too common pretense that seems to choreograph the mating dance of the younger adults.

  At one point, the crowd of patrons attempting to reach the bar to place their drink orders grew so that their jostling and bumping forced my crotch into her knee several times. My growing erection became obvious in my loose dress slacks. Leaning into me, she planted the wettest tongue-filled kiss on my lips I have ever experienced. As her tongue sought mine, I felt her hand wrap around my hardness and begin to stroke me through the silky thinness of my slacks. As I am not a believer in the confines of underwear, it felt as if there was nothing between her hand and me.

  When we broke our kiss for air, I noticed that her nipples were so hard and erect they appeared to be straining to break free from the lacy swirls of her top. She must not be wearing a bra. Her seductive eyes never left mine as she reached between the panels of my open topcoat and slowly unzipped my slacks. Her tongue hungrily grazed her lips as I sprang through the unzipped opening, celebrating in my emancipation and anticipation! Precum was already running down the length of my shaft, bathing the hardest, longest erection I had enjoyed since my thirties. Glancing over my shoulder, I turned my back to the crowded lounge, not believing what was happening literally at the hands of this lustful vixen. As one hand was spreading my precum over my hardness, her other hand grabbed mine and pulled it under her skirt to her exposed, shaved vulva. Her clit was swollen hard, and, after discreetly depositing saliva onto my fingertips, I spread it liberally over her hot button with my thumb. She gasped loudly, squeezing her eyes shut while biting her bottom lip.

  “You know,” she said breathlessly into my ear, “it’s getting really crowded in here. Why don’t we continue our conversation up in your room?”

  With the deftness of years of experience, she slid me back into my slacks and carefully zipped me up after giving me one more slow, steady stroke. Thank God for overcoats, I thought, for there was no other way I was going to make it all the way up to my room without my erection noticeably announcing our progress.

  I paid for our drinks, and we made our way to an empty elevator, only to be forced to the back wall by a group of partyers getting on as the doors were shutting. As the elevator began its ascent, I felt my zipper once again open and a familiar hand reach in and pull me out. Conspicuously coating her palm with her saliva, she began to stroke me almost to oblivion. I wasn’t going to be able to handle much more of this before shooting my load
all over both of us. Finally the partyers exited on their floor with nary a glance back at us.

  As soon as the elevator doors closed, I immediately dropped to my knees, raised her skirt to her waist, and dove into her sweet folds, first plunging my tongue as deeply as possible into her inviting entrance, and then sucking her clit hard between my lips while slipping a finger deep inside. As I continued to suck and lick her shaved luciousness, her hips began to buck as she fell back against the elevator wall. She moaned as she grabbed the back of my head and forced my face deeper into her. The elevator bell announced our arrival at my floor. Quickly I pulled her skirt back down over her hips, stood up, and zipped my slacks closed as the elevator doors slid open.

  We practically ran down the hall to my room. By the time we arrived at the door I had the key card out, and with a flick of my wrist we were falling through the doorway, clothes flying everywhere, and we landed in a lust-filled pile of nakedness and hungry gropes in the middle of the bed. She rolled me onto my back and, pinning my wrists to the bed with her hands, she began to slowly lower herself onto my throbbing shaft.

  “I can’t believe you’re so wet,” I gasped, as I felt myself slide effortlessly into her vaginal embrace.

  “You mean, for a woman of my age?” she asked with a wicked little smile. “You can thank my hormone supplements. They do wonders for this kind of thing.”

  She was so tight she had to gently rock me into her. What a perfect fit! After our pelvic bones began kissing, it took just a few trips up and down my length to push us both over the threshold of explosive orgasmic bliss accompanied by our harmonic moans and screams.

  Still feeling the aftershock of our sexual earthquake, she quickly dismounted from my still fully engorged penis. (Viagra be damned!) She positioned herself on her hands and knees, inviting me to enter again from behind. This amazing woman was not finished! The tattoo of two entwined snakes forming a heart at the top of her beautiful ass pointed the way.

  This time gentle entry was unnecessary. As I plunged into her depths, she reached under and began feverishly rubbing her swollen clit and rocking back and forth on her knees to slam that amazing ass of hers into my crotch repeatedly. I wished I could look into her face but had to settle for watching those caressing snakes perform their own version of a mating dance. Again after only a few full-shaft thrusts, we both came with body-shuddering, mind-blowing orgasms. I didn’t know that my middle-aged prostate could produce that much cum!