Seniors Need Love Too

Story #52 in my Chronological tales.

Bernadette

After my youngest daughter chose her college and I had a handle on what both of their educations were going to cost, I assessed my finances and realized that I was able to buy a small beach condo in Virginia Beach. Just a little place to get away for myself and for my kids and friends to use.

I could get there in under an hour, so going for just one night was not out of the question. I spent a lot of time there as time went on.

I became a regular at a local "townie" bar- a place rarely visited by tourists, mostly locals and out of town property owners like myself. I got to know a lot of these folks the more I visited.

In my mid-50s, I was one of the younger regulars. Most were fully retired folks, 60's and 70's. I had a lot of fun getting to know these folks, and looked forward to every visit there.

One fall weekend soon after I got back from the Montana golf trip, I was at the beach and stopped in the bar around noon on Saturday. It was moderately crowded, college football on the TVs and the owner behind the bar.

A familiar group of six or seven older ladies that I had gotten to know were toward the end of the bar, which only had about 10-12 seats. I jumped into the empty stool next to Estelle, and she turned and smiled when she saw me.

We hugged quickly, then she turned toward group and said, "hey look, Phil is here!"

The rest of the ladies turned and waved, and I waved and said hello to all of them. I didn't know them all by name yet, and I had seen some of them often with husbands, some of whom I also knew, although I didn't really know who belonged to who. But today it was just the ladies as the men were playing golf.

Over the next hour or so, I chatted with them some more and learned that they were all going on a cruise together soon.

I asked, "just you ladies, or husbands too."

Two women raised their hands and said, "our husbands are going."

Three others volunteered, "ours don't want to go, they don't like cruises."

The last lady in the group sat quietly, and I asked, "what about yours?"

Estelle turned to me and said, "Bernie's husband passed away about 10 years ago."

I felt stupid. I should have assumed that ladies this age would have at least one widow in the group.

I leaned forward and looked down the bar towards Bernadette, and said, "I'm sorry Bernie, I didn't know that."

She waved it off, saying, "oh please, it's fine. How could you know?"

Bernie, I guessed to be about 70. She was pretty, sophisticated looking. Blondish gray hair and some wrinkles of course, but still very attractive, and a nice body on her. She reminded me of one of Betty White. She was always impeccably manicured and dressed, even on a Saturday afternoon in the Fall at a sports bar.

They asked if I knew how to play black jack. I said I did, and they asked if I could teach them so they could play on their cruise.

I said, "sure, I'd love to!!

After some discussion, it was decided that we would all meet at Bernie's house later that day. She had the biggest house and a large table where we could sit and create a makeshift blackjack table. I told them to bring 4 or 5 decks of cards so we could create a shoe large enough for the group.

So, we all went our separate ways around 3:00, and after everyone had dinner, we met at Bernie's house- which actually wasn't far from mine, around 7:00 for a night of gambling. Three of the five husbands came as well, and we shook hands like old friends.

I set up the table for me to deal and four people to play at once, figuring we could do a full shoe with one group and then shuffle cards and people.

I explained the basic rules, and then we played a few hands, with me explaining the rules and giving strategy tips as we went along. Bernie was pouring wine and everyone was having a good time.

When we switched players, Bernie sat on the end next to me and asked a lot of questions. She frequently touched my hand when she spoke to me, and even squeezed it once, smiling the whole time.

As the evening wrapped up, most folks left soon after we closed the game. Two ladies stayed behind to help clean up.

As I was taking out the trash, Estelle grabbed me in the garage and closed the door.

She pulled me down to her and whispered in my ear, "you need to stay after me and Lucy leave. Would you, please?"

I looked at her and said, "what do you mean? Why would I stay?"

She answered, "Bernie. She is obviously smitten with you and she hasn't been with a man since Fred died. Hell, the woman is 74 years old, she needs to get laid before she dries up completely!"

I was a little shocked. I knew that Bernie was being extra friendly, but I didn't think women that age and that generation thought about sex the way me and mine do. I said as much to Estelle.

She slapped my arm and said, "don't be so naïve! You don't think us old people like sex? Hank fucks me three times a day sometimes."

If I had been drinking, I would have spit it out.

"So, you want me to stay here and have sex with your friend? Are you sure that's what she wants?"

"Absolutely. She asked me this afternoon if I thought you would. I said, well he's a man so I can't imagine he wouldn't."

Lucy opened the door to look for Estelle and said, "you ready? I wanna get to bed."

I threw the trash in the can and followed them back into the house. Lucy and Estelle each grabbed their purses, and Bernie was pouring two glasses of wine.

I guess I was staying.

The ladies left, and Bernie got right to the point.

"So, Phil, are you dating anyone?"

"Nope," I answered. "Why do you ask?"

"You know why, stop playing coy. I'm sure at least one of the girls gossiped to you that I want you in my bed. It's been too long."

I was flattered to say the least.

"Yes, I was alerted that this might be a thing. But tell me, why me and why now? Ten years Bernie? There must have been many men that showed you some attention and would love to be with you."

"You'd be surprised," she answered. "Not many single men around here. Lots of widows like me, but not many widowers. And honestly, it's only in the past 6 months that I've thought about it anyway. Just haven't had that stirring in my loins until recently."

She put her glass down and walked around the counter to me, standing in front of me and turning her face up to me. She reached out and rubbed my crotch through my shorts, feeling me harden immediately.

"But I'm stirring now. And I want you. Please. I need it."

I took her hands in mine and said "Bernie, you don't have to beg. This is not a hard sell. You're very attractive and I enjoy your company. I'm thrilled that you asked."

I leaned down and kissed her.

I'm not sure what I expected from a 74-year-old woman, but the kiss was off the charts. Her tongue was active, wet, soft and warm as it danced with mine. She licked my lips and teeth, then gave my bottom lip a little nibble.

"Come with me," she said, leading me to her bedroom by the hand.

Bernie guided me to her bed, then had me sit on edge of it.

She stood in front of me and said, "I'm 74. My body is too. I hope it's ok."

She slowly stripped off her clothes. She was just wearing a simple long-sleeved t-shirt and light pants. She reached back to remover her bra, then stood straight in front of me in nothing but her panties.

I looked her over- not bad at all, never mind for 74. Her tits were bigger than I would have thought, and other than a bit of natural sag, they looked great. Her nipples were light pink, and tight from their hardness.

"You look great," I complimented her, and she smiled.

"Thanks," she answered as she approached me. "Now let's have a look at you."

I reached out and fingered one of her nipples for a second, the leaned forward and took one in my mouth. Bernie shuddered from the sensation.

She reached for me and pulled my shirt off, then ran her hands over my arms, shoulders and chest.

"Mmmm you are sexy," she whispered, then dropped to her knees.

She unbuckled my belt, lowered my zipper, then pulled my shorts and underwear down and off in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free and jumped like a jack in the box.

Bernie gasped as my cock slapped against my stomach.

"Jesus Christ," she whispered. "I knew you'd be big but my goodness."

Bernie ran her index finger up and down my shaft, traced the big blue vein on the side, then circled the prominent rim of my cock head. A bead of precum formed at the tip.

Reaching out and grabbing my cock with both hands, she gave it a hard squeeze, forcing more precum up the shaft and out of my hole. It ran down the front of my cockhead.

Bernie moaned lightly when I scooped it up with my finger and smeared it on her lips, then leaned forward to kiss her.

She broke our kiss with a hand on my chest, the bowed her head and began licking my shaft from bottom to top, sucking the head for more precum, then taking my cock in her mouth.

She bobbed on it about ten times, not deep, but with a lot of pressure with her mouth and hand. Definitely a pro with plenty of experience.

I could have come quickly, but she released me and leaned back, still stroking me, saying," I haven't sucked a dick in about 13 years. Fred died 10 years ago and was sick for years before then. I'd forgotten all about sex until recently. I hope I remember how to get a man off."

"You're off to a great start Bernie," I assured her. "Dicks haven't changed much in 13 years. Whatever you did before will work just fine now too."

Still stroking me, she continued, "I've been watching porn lately. Everyone is deepthroating. How is it possible? How can something like this fit all the way down a woman's throat."

The idea of giving a senior citizen deepthroat training almost made me laugh.

I held it in my thoughts and assured her, "Bernie, online porn isn't exactly representative of real life. Yes, deepthroating is a thing and I've had it done to me, but it's not at all necessary. Most men can come just fine from a regular old blowjob."

She looked up at me and asked, "if you come, will you still able to fuck me?"

I nodded. "Yep, I'll need a few minutes to recover, but we'll find a way to fill that time, trust me."

"Just a heads up though Bernie. I come a lot."

Another moan escaped Bernie's lips and she dove back at my cock. Using the same motion and pressure as before, her oral game was on point! I could have come quickly, but again she took a break, withdrawing from my cock and dipping her head to get at my balls.

Bernie licked my sack and took my balls in her mouth. I had a hand in her blondish gray hair, and she looked up at me with eyes filled with lust and desire. I'll bet she was a firecracker back in her day, I thought to myself.

Bernie stopped once again and cradled my balls, saying, "I've never felt smooth balls like this. Fred had so much hair everywhere, it's nice to feel smooth skin. No one in my generation ever shaved anything!"

Made me wonder what was hidden behind her panties.

Bernie got back to business on my shaft, taking it back into her mouth and working me intensely. I put my hands back on her head and gave her some light encouragement to take me deeper, and she did, but I didn't force the issue as I normally might.

"Oh yeah Bernie, that feels good, keep sucking that cock. I'm gonna fill your belly up with my cum."

Bernie moaned at my words, and a minute later and I was exploding into her mouth. I held her steady and could hear her gulping several times as she swallowed me.

When I was spent, Bernie sat back on her knees and licked her lips.

"Wow!" She said. "That was awesome. That was .... So much!"

I laughed, "I told ya so! How did it taste?"

"Sweet and salty, like salted caramels."

"Lemme taste," I said as I stood and kissed her, our tongues dancing again.

I slid my hands into the back of her underwear, and squeezed her ass. Then I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear- "my turn."

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I turned her toward the bed and laid her down on it. My fingers grabbed the waistband, and I slowly pulled her panties down, not sure what to expect.

To my shock, Bernie was completely shaved, save for a small landing strip. As she opened her legs to show me her treasures, I could see that she was already wet and ready.

"You like?" She asked as she ran a finger along her slit.

I nodded, "I love it."

"I ran and got waxed this afternoon before you came over. I was hoping I'd have a chance to show you."

"Well," she continued. "What are you waiting for?"

I smiled at her and dove in. Bernie immediately grabbed the back of my head and said, "oh yeah, eat that pussy."

I gave her my best and she made no secret that she was loving it, tugging at my hair as she orgasmed once, then again when I sucked her entire labia into my mouth and bit down on her clit.

After her second orgasm, Bernie lifted my head out from between her legs and looked at me with fire in her eyes.

"Fuck me. Right now," she said as she pulled me towards her.

Now, if you've read any of my other stories, you know I've have been with women MUCH younger than me, as much as 30 years younger in some cases. But in my wildest dreams, I never expected that I would be poised to fuck a woman 20 years older than me while I was in my mid-50's.

But, I didn't hesitate. I ran my cockhead up and down along Bernie's wet slit, tapping the head on her clit several times, causing her to shudder. Then I lined it up and pushed forward -- not with full force all at once, but a steady thrust that buried me to the hilt.

Bernie groaned and raised her feet to lock them behind my back, her fingernails digging into my back. She slapped my ass and urged me on, then pulled me down close to her and whispered in my ear as I slowly but firmly fucked her.

"Mmmm yes fuck me, fuck me hard, give me that big cock; pound my wet pussy, don't stop until you fill me with your hot cum."

If I ever thought about what an older woman would be like in bed, it would not have included this level of dirty talk. On second thought, she had 20 more years of experience than me, so I shouldn't have been surprised after all.

I was pulling all the way out, pausing with just the tip inside of her, then thrusting all the way back in one smooth motion. Bernie was frantic as she quickly reached her third orgasm.

"Yes, I'm coming! Of fuck yes, fill my cunt with your cock and give me your cum."

I sat back and grabbed her legs, then put them on my shoulders. Normally I'd put her in a pretzel of some kind, with her legs pinned way back behind her head, but I didn't figure Bernie to be super flexible.

I was wrong!!

Bernie grabbed her feet and pulled them all the way back over her head. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and started to increase my thrusts in power and speed.

"Pound me," she cried. "Hammer me and fucking come in me. Give me everything you've got."

I was afraid of breaking this woman's hips; but she wanted it, so she got it. I wailed away while she cried out, and finally I unleashed a load into her. She released her legs and pulled me down to her, quietly moaning and lightly sobbing as she felt my cum coat her insides.

We laid still for a few minutes while both of our heartbeats slowed.

Finally, we separated, and I rolled off of her. Bernie turned onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow, lightly playing with my chest hair.

"I needed that so badly, thank you," she said. "I loved sex my whole life; Fred and I were very active. I'm glad to know I still got it!"

"Bernie," I answered. "You've still got it, and then some! Make sure you use it. I'm sure there are available men around here. Go on a dating site. You're very attractive and sexy, plus a lot of fun. Go meet someone."

She sighed, "I will. Now that I got a taste again, I definitely want more. And, I'm sure I'll see you around. Don't feel like we have to fuck every time you're here, but if the mood strikes you, I'd love to do it again."

"Nothing would please me more Bernie," I said as I slapped her ass with my free hand, then gave it a hard squeeze. "Besides, we have more to explore, don't we?"

She gave me a knowing wink, "we sure do!"

I left Bernie with a kiss on the cheek and promises to catch her at the bar in a few weeks.