“There’s nothing I’d like more,” he says, “but before we go, show me what’s under your blouse and skirt.” He grins, adding, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

I begin unbuttoning my blouse. As I do, he peels off his shirt—damn, he looks incredible for someone in their sixties. My blouse falls away, revealing my sheer bra, my nipples pressing against the fabric. He reaches out, grazing them lightly, and a moan escapes me. He starts undoing his pants as I slip off my skirt, a simpler task. Stepping out of it, I watch him sit to remove his shoes, socks, and pants. My breath catches—he’s wearing a thong, and oh my, what an impressive package.

He stands and pulls me into his arms, and we sway, dancing slowly. His movements guide me toward the bedroom. I wrap my arms around him, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. Our lips meet, tongues entwining instantly. The dance pauses, but the kiss deepens, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.

To my delight, he’s fully erect—seven inches, thick, but not overwhelmingly so. Our lips stay locked as his hands roam, one fondling my breast, the other discovering my wetness.

He breaks the kiss and leads me to the bedroom. I stop him, drop to my knees, and tug down his thong, revealing a beautifully shaved cock, not a hair in sight. I lick the tip, then trail down the shaft to his balls, taking one into my mouth. He jumps, then moans as my tongue works its magic.

“Fuck me with your mouth,” he urges. “Let me feel your lips and tongue. Make me believe this is real.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I take the head into my mouth, sliding down the shaft and back up. After a few strokes, he grabs my head and thrusts. It’s been ages since I’ve been face-fucked like this. He shouts, “Nadine, I’m cumming. I hope you like a lot!”

It’s like a hose is turned on. He pumps, cum spilling into my mouth. I try to swallow, but it's too much, falling onto my chest, bra, and panties.

When he finishes, Brian looks at the mess he’s made. He kneels, pulls me close, and kisses me, licking his cum from my lips. As our kiss breaks, he removes my cum-soaked bra, lays me on the bed, and slides off my panties. His lips trace my inner thighs, inching toward my pussy.

His breath warms me as he inhales my scent. Moments later, his lips meet my pussy, his tongue parting my labia and sliding inside. It’s incredible—his tongue feels so good while his nose brushes my swollen clit. I moan, wrapping my legs around his shoulders, pulling him deeper.

It doesn’t take long. I grind against him, matching the intensity he gave me. My first orgasm of the night—and my first from oral in years—hits hard. I’m breathless, tears streaming as I cry out. It’s been so long, but I crave more.

Brian climbs onto the bed and pulls me close. I feel safe in his arms, kissing his chest as he holds me tight. To my surprise, he guides my hand to his still-hard cock.

He smiles. “I took a little blue pill, hoping we’d find something to do tonight.”

I can’t believe it. He’s been two doors down all this time, and I haven’t had a man in three years. Not only does he know how to use his tongue, but he’s ready for more.

Snuggling closer, I whisper, “Brian, I haven’t been with a man in over three years. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

He pulls me tighter. “Nadine, I’ve been alone, stroking myself for two years since my last friend left me high and dry. We both have catching up to do.”

We kiss again, and I slide my leg over his hip, feeling his hardness against my wet pussy. It’s electric. I push him onto his back and straddle him. His mouth closes on my nipple, sucking as I moan. I position his cock and lower myself, both of us moaning at the shared pleasure.

Looking down, I see joy on Brian’s face. I ride him, feeling him deep inside. His cock fills me perfectly, his moans confirming I’m just right for him. As I move, he sucks my nipple, his hands sliding over my hips to grip my ass, guiding me up and down.

His fingers inch toward my rosebud. Anal isn’t new to me, and when he slips a finger in, I moan, encouraging him. With his cock in my pussy and a finger in my ass, I start to cum, shuddering and grinding harder. He pants, matching my rhythm.

I lean down and whisper, “Make me cum, you stud, and the next place that big cock of yours will be is my ass.”

Spurred on, he thrusts deeper and faster, now with two fingers in my ass. He’s sucking my nipple again. I’m so close. My body tenses, and I kiss him hard, our tongues battling as I scream into his mouth. I cum all over his cock, feeling him release, his seed filling me.

I collapse onto him, clinging tightly as he does the same. After a few minutes of shallow breathing, I whisper, “You’re one hell of a fuck.”

He smiles. “Nadine, you really know how to collect candy.”

We laugh at his silly joke. I lie beside him, letting our mixed cum seep onto his bed.

We fall asleep holding each other like a child clings to a doll. Hours later, I wake with our bodies still tangled. His cock, semi-hard, presses into my stomach. I slide down and kiss the tip.

Tasting our dried cum, I can’t resist. I take him into my mouth, sucking gently. He stirs but stays asleep. A soft moan escapes his lips as I slide down again. On the third stroke, he thrusts up, giving me nearly all of his now fully hard cock.

I look up to find his eyes on me. “I see you’re awake and getting me ready,” he says. “But for what?”

“Well, honey, I promised you something earlier if you made me cum, and I’m about to keep that promise.”

He takes a deep breath. “Nadine, are you sure? It’s a big step, especially with my size. I’ve never done anal—I’m a virgin.”

“Brian, I haven’t had sex in nearly three years, and I don’t know when I’ll get another chance. I’m going for it. Besides, I’ve handled bigger. Hold on, stud—soon you will be making me moan with that awesome cock of yours.”

I kiss his cock once more, then climb off the bed and head to the bathroom. Turning back, I say, “I’m going to freshen up. Be a dear and grab the wine—and if you have any lube from your solo sessions, that’d be great.”

I close the bathroom door and start the shower. As I step in, Brian enters. “May I join you? Maybe we can wash each other’s backs.”

“Of course,” I reply, “I’d love that.”

We rinse each other under the warm water, kissing deeply. His hardness rubs against my pussy and belly, sending shivers through me. I take the liquid soap and spread it over his shoulders and chest, while he does the same to me, with special attention on my breasts.

I squeeze soap into my hands and wash his cock and balls—hairless and smooth, making it so easy. His cute moans spur me on.

“Nadine,” he gasps, “either stop, or we’ll have to delay your promise. If you keep going, you’ll have a handful of my cum.”

“You’re ruining my fun,” I pout, giggling. I hand him the soap. “Do my back.”

He rubs soap into my shoulders, then my waist, before vigorously soaping my ass. His hand slips between my cheeks, lathering thoroughly. Bracing my hands against the wall, I moan and beg, “Let me feel your cock there.”

He complies, his shaft resting against my rosebud. It’s not quite right, so I push off the wall, backing him against his, and bend forward. Now his cock slides perfectly along my rosebud as I move back and forth. His moans echo in the shower stall.

I’m grinding hard when he gasps, “Stop, oh stop, damn!”

His hands grip my hips as he groans, “Nadine, I just came all over your ass and back. Your soapy ass was too much—I couldn’t hold back. No one could.”

“Brian, finish washing and rinsing me,” I say. “Then we’ll have some wine to give you a chance to catch your breath. I still have a promise to keep.”