Chad and Ilsa by Birbinmum

(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

(I apologize for this being so long. It was supposed to be a short story but became a short novel. I don't always fall in love with my characters but in his case, I did. That's my excuse for it being so long.)

(It took him a while, but Kenji Sato did his best to help me out by managing to slog through the whole thing, and then give me his thoughts as editor. Thanks, Kenji!)

Chad and Ilsa

(Chad and Ilsa meet at church but engage in some un-church-like behavior.)

Chapter One. Chad meets Ilsa.

Chad

My name is Chad Mortenson. I taught Math in the Texas high schools for 32 years and decided that enough was enough. I decided that at age fifty-five, it was time to see the world, or at least the North American part of it. The last I heard, my ex-wife is touring Europe with her current boyfriend, and my children are all married with children or at least expecting and well-established in life, so I have nobody to take care of except myself.

After paying for my children's college and settling up with my ex-wife, I still have enough money to last until the Teacher Retirement System pension kicks in when I reach sixty-five, and social security kicks in a few years after that, hopefully before I die. My beach-front house on Galveston Bay is paid for, so I hang out there most of the time, but I take frequent trips, usually in my crossover SUV.

I was traveling up the Eastern Seaboard and going through a New York suburb, somewhere in northastern New Jersey, when I spotted a church with a sign saying 'Pot-Luck Supper, Everyone is Welcome.' I drove a couple of blocks to a nearby grocery store and bought a blueberry pie and returned to the church. After a nice dinner with the company of some pensioners, I was leaving when I made eye contact with an attractive woman of indeterminate age.

I felt a spark. Her eyes said 'Yes'. I would try not to mess this up.

"Hi! I'm Chad!" was my imaginative opening line.

"Hello, Chad, I'm Ilsa," she replied with an absolutely radiant smile.

"I just came from Texas," I informed her.

"On business?" she asked.

"I'm just rambling. I'm retired so I travel footloose and fancy free."

"Oh, that must be nice. I'm a single mom, so I can't just up and go."

I explained, "After my kids went to college and my ex-wife left for parts unknown, I decided that I could go where I wanted to. I don't even know where I'll be tomorrow night."

"Do you just stay in motels and eat at restaurants?"

"That's pretty much what I do. It was nice to come here and have a home-cooked meal that I didn't cook myself."

"So, you live alone?"

"Yes, I have a house on Galveston Bay, and some nearby friends that are pretty much in similar situations."

"So, you guys can drink and hang out with each other."

"That's what Texans do, when we're not going to honky-tonks."

"Oh, my! My life must seem awfully boring compared to yours."

"I don't know about that. How old are your children?"

"One in college and three in high school. They're with their dad today."

"So, does everybody get along."

"Pretty much. I think I have great kids, I just don't like their dad very much."

"I get it. Would you be interested in having a drink?"

"Sure. Where are you staying?" she asked.

I replied, "I don't know. Remember, footloose and fancy free!"

"Oh, yes!" she smiled. "Look, I have a spare bedroom, you could stay there."

"Really," I replied. "It wouldn't be imposing." I was thinking, children not at home. I like this woman already.

She responded, "No, not at all. We can have a drink at my house and not worry about DWI."

"You just made an offer that I can't refuse."

She informed me, "I only live a few blocks from here. You can follow me. Where are you parked?"

Ilsa

Since my divorce, I'd been busy taking care of the children. Harold was always a good earner, and he was reasonable in the divorce settlement. He always paid both child support and separate maintenance promptly.

I didn't try to gouge him, even though I was unhappy about being traded in for a younger model. I thought Harry and I were going to grow old together, traveling around the country to visit our grandchildren. That dream is clearly bankrupt now.

I hadn't developed much of a social life since the divorce. I go to church once or twice a week, and visit my friends mostly on the phone, but sometimes we get together during school hours to play cards and complain about husbands and ex-husbands.

I'm not even sure why I went to the pot-luck supper at the church. I certainly didn't expect to meet a guy. I was waiting for an opportunity to put my dirty dishes and utensils in the sink, when I made eye contact with an attractive man I had never seen before. He was tall and slender with graying hair.

I smiled at him, and he spoke to me. I felt an instantaneous connection. I don't know if I had ever felt this way so fast before, but if I had, it was certainly a long, long time ago. We started chatting, and thirty or forty minutes later I realized that almost everyone else had left the room.

Since he didn't have a place to stay, I took a risk and offered him my spare bedroom, which he surprised me by quickly accepting. I had never done anything like this before, but I already knew that I wanted this man.

I led him to my house, while thinking crazy thoughts, is he a rapist or a thief? Then I thought maybe I was letting my genitals think for me. I hadn't had a man since the last time my darling Harry did me over a year ago. Oh, well, we'll just see how it works out. Oh, shit! Harry's car is parked at my house.

For whatever reason, he had brought the children back early. Damn! How am I going to explain this to Chad. Well, this will probably resolve all my questions about what he would do to me when we were alone. Since Harry had parked in my driveway, I parked in front and Chad pulled up behind me. I went back to his car.

I apologized, "Chad, I'm so sorry. My ex-husband has brought the children back early."

He calmly replied, "That's okay. I'm sure I can find a motel."

I explained, "Look, you don't need to do that. I'm going to have to put in some mom time. But you can still stay in my spare bedroom. Breakfast is included, even though I think the drink is off the table for now. Harry and I have a civil relationship, so it may be a little embarrassing, but everything should be all right. Okay?"

He agreed remarking that he didn't get a free bed very often.

Chad and I went in the house. Harry had a key, so he was impatiently sitting in an easy chair. I got a lot of 'Hi, Mom's' and some hugs as well.

I did the introductions, "Hey, everyone, this is Chad. Chad, this is Harry, Shelley, Missy, Georgey, and Randy," introducing the party in decreasing age order. "Shelley is in college; the others are in high school," I informed Chad. "Shelley and Missy like to play volleyball; the guys play football."

"Where did you meet Chad?" Missy asked.

"I met him at church," I told them. "He's going to stay in our spare bedroom tonight since he didn't have a place to stay."

I noticed Harold's curled upper lip, but then there was a lot about me that he didn't seem to approve of.

"I hope I didn't mess up your plans, Ilsa," Harold rarely apologized for anything. "I brought the children back early tonight, because I have an early flight tomorrow."

"Couldn't you call me?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Ilsa," he apologized again. This must be a record. Two apologies in one day. His young honey must be treating him well. He continued, "I could have called. However, I didn't find out until this morning when Mr. Ingolstadt called me."

I had met Marcus Ingolstadt at company functions, when I was still married, and considered him to be a gold-plated horse's ass.

"It doesn't matter. I'm glad to see the children," I replied, trying not to show my disappointment at the intrusion on my me-time..

Harold announced, "Okay, everybody. I've got an early flight so I need to go home and pack."

Harold lived a few miles away in a different New Jersey suburb.

"Hey, guys," I said to the children. "I'm going to show Mr. Mortenson our spare bedroom. When I come back, I want you to tell me everything that happened this weekend."

Chad picked up his bag and followed me into the spare bedroom. I showed him the closet and en suite bathroom, and where the extra towels and bed linens were stored. Then I returned to see my children.

Apparently, Harold had given them a fun weekend, in spite of himself. They were very excited about their Saturday visit to an amusement park. Sunday, they had hiked at Bear Mountain State Park. They seemed to like that, although it definitely was second to the amusement park. Finally, around ten-thirty, I was able to calm then down enough to send them to bed.

I took a quick shower, then put my panties and nightgown on. After brushing my hair, I put a robe on and went to see how Chad was doing. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," he responded.

I went in. "Is everything all right?" I asked.

"Things are looking up since you came by," he commented. "Could you come a little closer."

I walked toward him; still, I was a foot or two short of touching his knees.

He opened his legs and then asked, "Can you come closer?"

I moved to where I was between his knees, still a foot or two from his upper body. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him by squeezing his arms tighter around my body. He pressed his head against my breasts. This was arousing me and causing me to breathe heavily. Then he stood up and kissed me. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. I didn't resist him as he slid my robe off and to the ground.

Even though the children were home, it had been so long since a man had touched me, I responded like there was no tomorrow. He went under my nightie and started rubbing my pubis. I was embarrassed to know that my juices were seeping from my slit. He pulled my panties down and started directly manipulating my clitoris. I stepped out of my panties and pushed my groin against his hand.

I knew I was behaving wantonly but I hadn't had a man for over a year. I had masturbated, of course, but it's not the same as having a man meat inside me.

He pulled the straps of my gown off my shoulders and helped the gown over my breasts and buttocks. My gown slid down my body to the ground. I enjoyed being nude in front of this guy that I had only met a few hours before. The sheer wantonness of my behavior only added to my arousal.

He undid his belt and let his pants and undershorts slide to the ground.

He lifted my left leg until it was almost touching my boob. I braced myself by holding his shoulders. He used his left hand to guide his very ready cock into my pussy. 'Oh, God!' it felt good. Thus began the night of my life. I had never done the ballet dancer position before. It seemed like every few strokes he would pull a little harder on my leg and then penetrate me a little deeper. I hoped the children were sound asleep, since my moans were growing louder. My moans became groans on each stroke, I felt so good that I began exclaiming on each stroke. It was only a few 'Oh's' before my lower body convulsed in a delightful orgasm.

He explained that each time I came, I would have to change positions. Our next position he called standing doggy; he bent me over the bed and penetrated me from the rear. Again, my heavy breathing yielded to audible moans and groans after only a few strokes. I became even more verbal, trying to keep my volume down so that I wouldn't be heard from the children's second-floor bedrooms. Soon, I was telling him all about it. "Oh, God, it's so good. Oh, oh, I can't stand it, it's so good. Oh, please, please don't stop! Oh! Oh!, Ah-h-h!" as again my body shuddered in erotic ecstasy.

He turned me around and sat me on the edge of the bed with my calves touching his shoulders. He explained, as I felt the delicious sensations of his cock sliding into my vagina, that this was the standing plow position. I only thought that he could plow me all night if he wished, as each stroke increased my arousal.

Soon, he had me crying out on each stroke, "More! More! It's too good! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" I ended my cries with "Ohmigod, it's too good!" as again my body shook in a beautiful climax.

He pulled me into a sitting position, pulling my upper body against his, so that he could kiss me while massaging my hips. Entering me, I couldn't get my body close enough to him as I used my arms in a boob-pressing embrace. My only thoughts were to get closer to him and continue on to another orgasm. It seemed like each orgasm was coming a little quicker as he pumped me vigorously into another exciting climax.

As my body trembled with the aftershocks of another explosive orgasm. I whispered in his ear, "You're so good to me!"

"No," he whispered back, "you're so good to me!"

This, apparently, was the signal to roll me over into the doggy position, which he didn't need to explain. I was so high on endorphins and hormones that I worried I was coming too often, but I didn't mind. Each thrust in this position was increasing my level of arousal, and soon, my hips were buckling in another breathtaking climax.

He pushed my body down into the flatiron. Each stroke had the delightful consequence of rubbing my clitoris against the sheets. He ground me deeper and deeper, and again, I cried out my joy as delightful sensations coursed through my body from my groin to the tips of my boobs.

He kissed the back of my neck, and I knew I was going to get some more loving. He pulled my shoulders back into the boar, or prow position. This added the sensation of my nipples rubbing against the sheet on each stroke. Again, each stroke was grinding my pubis against the mattress. I think it only took ten or twelve strokes until I had another screaming orgasm. I had to put my forearm against my mouth to muffle my screams of ecstasy.

"Your turn," he said, as he rolled over onto his back, with his erect manhood pointing to the sky. I was so ready for this. I quickly straddled him and guided his manhood into my love chute. I couldn't help but grin down at him, I felt so good. I thrust my pelvis against his as hard and fast as I could. I was very hot and getting hotter. I was sweating, but I didn't care. It felt better and better, and then I came and came and came. My body convulsed with three massive contractions. I think it was the biggest orgasm I had ever had.

"Turn it around, Babe!" he directed me.

I was glad to do his bidding. I would have stood on my head if he had told me to. I hoped my hips weren't bouncing too much as erotic sensations coursed through my body. Each time I thrust forward, delicious feelings went to the core of my being. This was what if meant to be a woman, and I was loving every minute of it. Again, I went over the top and trembled with exhaustion and ecstasy.

"Lie down on your back," he commanded.

I was so ready to do whatever he wanted. I spread my legs and he entered me again. He stuck his forearms under my upper arms and then grabbed my wrists. He then started deep kissing me while pounding our pelvises together.

I couldn't move because he had me pinned, but I didn't want to move. I just wanted the delightful strokes to go on forever. He held my wrists with his hands, my mouth with his tongue, and my pussy with his cock. He must have been supporting most of his weight with his elbows, because even though his body was against mine I had no problem with heavy moans and guttural groans through our locked lips.

It was the best missionary ever! Each stroke was taking me to higher and higher levels of erotic pleasure. Just as I started shaking wildly in my final orgasm, I felt his semen splashing against my vaginal walls.

What a night this had been. I lay on the bed trying to get my breath back. He gradually disengaged and then lay beside me.

"Chad," I began, "I never experienced anything like this before."

I had waited forty-two years to experience the night of my life. I could only lie in bed and enjoy the endorphins and hormones still circulating throughout my body.

"You don't need to say anything," he told me. "I thought you were absolutely fantastic."

"Really," I replied. "I was going to tell you the same thing. I don't think I've ever felt this good before."

He leaned over and kissed me. "That was so good."

"Double that for me," I said. "Chad, I need to go to sleep. In my own bed. Let's talk in the morning. We can have breakfast after the kids are gone, or we can all have breakfast together."

"That's okay by me," he replied. "You want me to stay here?"

"I'm not ready for the children to see us in bed together," I told him. "Hopefully, none of them heard me just now."

"You weren't that loud," he assured me.

I got up, pulled my panties on, and then slid my nightgown over my head. I was sweating too much to put my robe on. I leaned over and gave him a deep kiss.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he told me.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I replied, and reluctantly hauled myself back to the master suite.

I was thinking that I would have preferred to stay with him. Briefly, I questioned my motives on going to the guest room 'to check on him', but I decided I had deserved what I had gotten. I knew things were going too fast, but Chad seemed to be keeping up with me. What could I do? I had no regrets about our night of passion. Chad, I believed, was a good man. The future would tell if this was to be more than a really nice lay. I took a quick shower and then slept soundly all the way through to the six o'clock alarm.

Chad

When we got to her house, Ilsa's ex was there with her children. This was not at all promising. Although he didn't seem pleased with my presence, he didn't do anything rude. It was looking like I would get a free night's lodging, and that would be all. Then she came to the bedroom. I asked her to come closer, and I buried my face in her bosom. The rest was history. She fulfilled the promise of that first look and then some. She was a tigress in bed. She also was like Benjamin had said several centuries ago. Although her face was beginning to show a few wrinkles, below the neck, she could have passed for twenty-something. I was so happy that I had found her.

This had been one of the most incredible nights of my life. I didn't think there was a finer woman than my ex-wife, but Ilsa had proved me wrong. The next morning, I lay in bed thinking of the wonders of the night before until I heard the children leave, then I got up, dressed, and started looking for some breakfast and the wonderful woman that had visited me in the night.

I thought back to my ex-wife. We had had great sex, but it hadn't been enough. I had come to think that she just wanted more variety than one man could give her. I had to admit that my sexual technique had probably improved since we divorced. I'm sure living the single life for a few years had elevated my status as a stud. Anyway, my technique seemed to be more than satisfactory as far as Ilsa was concerned.

Since my divorce, I think my longest relationship had only been a few months. Maybe Ilsa would be different; only time would tell. We had certainly started with a bang.

Chapter Two. Chad Moves In.

Chad and Ilsa

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