She was my last great love and it was a surprise for a new woman to appear in my mid 60’s. I wasn’t seeking anyone specifically but a physical relationship with a female was ever on my agenda. Love only came to me when I wasn’t looking. I had, in fact, had a conversation with my adult son a few months prior about the unfortunate mathematical odds of finding a woman who would be interested in partnering with an openly bisexual man. I even considered the idea of seeking someone in Europe where a woman might be more open about sex. In truth, I was preparing myself to be single for the remainder of my life. I’d been married for 31 years and was divorced in my early 50’s when my sexuality changed from straight to bisexual. Moon didn’t remind me of my wife other than that I could understand how men would easily fall for such an especially attractive woman. Many men fell in love with my wife before and during our marriage. I was certain that many men fell head over heels for Moon, and so did I.
One day, as I browsed the Craigslist personals, I noticed a posting by a woman in her early 40’s who was looking for two well hung men to have a threesome. I enjoyed browsing Craigslist in the days when people could post very entertaining offers. Sometimes I read the messages just to see what people were up to and sometimes I was hunting for physical entertainment with a man, a woman, or both. Moon’s posting put my brain into gear thinking about what options I could propose to this woman of multiple needs. I considered two bisexual male friends who were each packing seven inches with some thickness, similar to me. Since both of them were in their mid 50’s, I could use their ages to respond and not mention my mid 60’s age. Both of them had good massage skills as did I and a free massage was always a good enticement to bring a woman to my table. A free four hands massage would be irresistible to an adventurous woman.
I sent a reply the same day of the posting and received a positive response that evening. I had included pictures of me but didn’t want to send my friends’ pictures without their permission. I knew that both of them would be interested in a threesome, but I didn’t want to get them excited about the possibility until I had gotten a reply. In the posting, the woman had declared herself to be a small BBW and very open sexually. She hadn’t provided information about her marital status and I didn’t feel the need to ask. She was quite interested in the possibility of four masculine hands attending to her physical needs and her level of interest increased when she learned that all of us had professional massage skills. My hands would also provide warm Reiki healing energy when I touched her.
Since her schedule was complicated, she offered to meet just with me at a local bar and we could see how to proceed from there. I was never one to spend much time in a bar, but I knew that there were two nice places on the bay just down the street from my house. We made a plan for a Thursday evening at 8 PM. She had face pictures of me and she declared that there were three red streaks in her long black hair which would make her readily identifiable. I was intrigued by this information and sensed an increase in my libido. I also had a sense from her that if she found me sane and entertaining, she might come back to my house for a massage.
I made sure that the house was ready and that the massage table and oils were in place trying to create a positive environment. I wouldn’t make assumptions, but I would be prepared for the outcome that I envisioned and wanted. I would have to be in the moment with her at the bar and determine what could happen.
Fifteen minutes before our appointed time, I walked down the street to the place I had suggested and waited outside to see what cars arrived in the parking lot. Since it was after the Summer season, the bar/restaurant was not that busy and parking spots were available. I observed couples arriving for late dinners or a night cap. Just a few minutes past the appointed time I saw a silver SUV arrive with a single woman. As she exited her vehicle, I saw the overhead lights shine on the red streaks in her black hair and knew that my date had arrived. She was an Asian woman who was thicker than most Asian females I had met, but I wouldn’t have described her as a BBW. She had the standard Asian female height of 5’3”. She wore tight black pants and a loose fitting, light colored blouse which was a good choice for the cool September night. She provided a warm smile of recognition when she determined that I was there waiting for her. The bright red lipstick well complimented the red in her hair. She had a lighter complexion than many Asians and there was a roundness to her cheeks that was attractive to me. It made me wonder if she had a similar round quality when viewed from behind.
She held out her small fleshy hand in greeting and said, “Hi. You must be Billy. I’m Moon.” She was aptly named for her face had a luminescence that was cool but friendly. Her open smile led me to broadly smile in return. “I’m so pleased to meet you,” I responded with an increase in my happiness level. There were many delightful qualities about her beyond the physical attraction that I was already feeling. She had her long hair worn up in a complicated fashion that exposed her neck. I knew that Japanese women understood the nape of the neck as an attraction to Japanese men but she was not from that heritage. “Shall we go inside for a drink?” I invited her simply. “Yes, let’s do that,” she responded in taking the first step along the path to the massage table.
Outside it was dark but the bar area was brightly lit and only half occupied so it was easy for us to locate two neighboring seats that were separate from others. I wanted us to have an open discussion without either of us worrying about being overheard. The late 20’s female bartender who was wearing a tight black vest and a crisp white blouse, came to us right away and placed two drink coasters in front of us. “Here for dinner or just drinks?” she offered while suggesting a larger bill that would include food. The undone buttons at the top of her blouse accentuated her healthy bust. “Drinks are good,” I declared to the bartender and “What would you like?” I directed to Moon. My date requested a dirty martini which surprised me and I wondered if she were having a more serious drink to work up her courage for a massage. “A black Russian for me.” As the bartender turned, I couldn’t help but notice that she had a perfectly formed ass in her tight black pants. She was dressed for good tips from men and I was likely to provide one.
The bartender went into motion and provided our drinks with a pleasant smile. I offered a credit card in payment and she returned, “Should I keep a tab open for you?” I readily affirmed suggesting to my date that I was not in a hurry and time would tell what would come to be. I would do everything I could to make our meeting comfortable and relaxed.
While the drinks were being made, I had turned to Moon saying, “Thank you for being brave and meeting me.” “You wrote like a sane man and I’m always curious to see if someone is who they declare themselves to be,” she replied in a very direct manner while looking at my face to note my reaction. “I’m who I think I am, but you’ll have to determine if I’m who you’d like me to be,” I rejoined with my Irish smile.
She responded grinning at my turn of phrase accepting that she was the one in control of the evening. I sensed that she was comfortable with being in a controlling position, but there was also an element of wanting to be guided or at least charmed. When we were ready for our first taste of the drinks, I said, “Here’s to meeting a lovely woman.” She didn’t blush but replied, “And to meeting a charming gentleman.” The compliments were very gender driven but that was how it was in an early meeting where one didn’t know much about the other.
Moon decided to take the dominant position as if she were interviewing me for employment. “What kind of work do you do?” I explained that I had been in the corporate IT world in New York City but I had left that for a kinder gentler life at the ocean doing massage. “And how did you learn massage?” I had spent time in Thailand and Cambodia and learned massage techniques there but studied Reiki in the US. The Reiki study added more substance to my understanding about the energy within people. I learned how to use my hands to inform me about what was happening inside someone else. I could only truly know someone when I touched them. Perhaps because we were in a public setting or she was just getting to know me, she didn’t ask the next obvious question, “Do you massage women and men?” I was relieved that that question hadn’t come so soon in our meeting because I was finding her very attractive and wanted her to choose my house as the next destination.
I asked Moon if she had had Reiki before and she responded that it was new to her. She had looked it up on the Internet after I mentioned it in my emails, but she hadn’t had any personal experience. I explained that it was a transfer of healing energy not from me but through me, and that it could enable healing physically, emotionally or spiritually. Any combination of those was also possible. I further explained that I had studied the Chinese energy meridians used in acupuncture and appreciated their sense of how the human body processed energy. I then took the opportunity of Asian culture conversation to declare, “I’m unable to determine your Asian heritage.” She laughed and replied, “I’m a mix and that’s what makes me less easy to determine, even for Asians!” This was a kind response and she continued, “My mother was Thai but my father was Southern Chinese.” In Northern Thailand it was a very common mix and I asked if she came from that area. She complimented me on my accurate guess saying, “Ah, you know more than most. I’m from Chiang Rai.”
Neither of us had been drinking much of our beverages, but seemed to be more focused on each other. “And what work do you do?” I turned the inquiry to her. “I used to have a tea shop and imported tea from Northern Thailand. All of it was specialty tea and it gave me a good excuse to return to Thailand regularly to meet with my family.” “If you don’t mind telling me, how did you come to be in the United States?” With a heavy sigh, exhaling some unfortunate energy, she replied, “Yes. You’ve asked a good question but one that has many parts to its answer and I’d rather wait until I know you better.” I received this answer in a positive manner because it suggested that she might want to know me better. I was as hopeful as a dog.
“I can understand that. What more would you like to know about me?” I bravely offered. “How did you come to be divorced?” she placed gently on the table as she took a healthy sip from her martini to give me time to compose my response. “Ah, that’s also a complicated answer, but I’m willing to be open about it since it was a long time ago.” I hoped that I wasn’t exhibiting any of the pain from that challenging time.
I had been married for 31 years and that most of that time it was a very happy and successful marriage. I wasn’t completely truthful with Moon when I suggested that after the children were grown and off to college, we had discovered that our shared work was no longer enough to keep us together. In addition, my work was in New York City and hers was in Western Massachusetts. We were living close to her work and I was the one with the lengthy commute which I had done for nine years. Since she seemed to accept that much of an answer, I didn’t elaborate further about the problems that resulted in the end of my long marriage. Moon may have sensed that I had reached my own personal limit with a new person and didn’t push further.
I didn’t ask a question about her marital status, but she offered, “I’m in the process of a very long divorce that might become longer than the marriage.” “How can that be?” I questioned sympathetically. “Having children complicated our lives and he chose to be married to his business rather than me.” “Did he have his own business?” “We both had businesses but his made a lot more money and supported a very comfortable lifestyle. In the end, I closed my tea shop to be able to spend time with the children. It was then that I discovered they were more important to me than he and his money were.” “That must’ve been a difficult realization,” I empathized.
“He didn’t want a divorce and fought with good lawyers and the reputation of his family. I fought for what was right for our children. And so, many years later, and lots of money spent, we’re still in court without a final agreement.” “I’m so sorry,” I sympathized while reaching for her hand to console her and offer my supportive warm touch. She didn’t remove her hand but allowed me to feel her current state. “Your hand does get warm,” she replied with surprise. “How does that work?” she comfortably changed the subject. “I don’t really know and find it amazing myself. Would you like to feel how it works in a full session?” I bravely put forth.
She didn’t remove her right hand but placed her left on top of mine saying, “You might be ahead of me in your thinking, but let’s continue with a less emotional topic.” “OK,” I returned without a sense of rejection. “What was it like having your tea shop?” Her face lit up and her hands left mine as she expressed, “I loved having people come to enjoy what pleased me so much. I made pastries to go with the tea and many people found peace, solace, happiness, or contentment in that simple experience of sharing. I hated giving it up but didn’t know what else to do to save my family and keep us all together.” And there we were back at the dreaded divorce topic, so I asked, “What kind of pastries did you make?” “I made muffins and cookies, but scones were what people seemed to really enjoy,” she happily returned to the tea shop topic. “Everything was all natural and made from scratch.”
“I was a pastry chef in New York City for more than ten years,” I kept us in the food conversation. “Really?” she responded with genuine inquiry. “Where did you work?” I explained that I had been at the 21 Club but most of my time was at the Silver Palate. “The one with the cookbooks?” she queried with open eyes and interest. “Yes, some of my recipes are in those books, but you won’t find my name,” I returned with only a small amount of resentment remaining from my experience thirty years before. “There’re some good recipes in those books, but I must confess I never looked at the ones for pastry,” she said a bit sheepishly. I laughed openly, appreciating her honesty. “Well, perhaps, we shall have to have a bakeoff with our scones one day.” She genuinely smiled and placed her hand in front of her face the way that Asian women do so readily. I found that action so in contrast with the woman who wanted to be with two well endowed men. Some cultural traits weren’t removed easily.
“I have a great kitchen in my house and you probably do too. It has 18 feet of Corian countertop and high end appliances that go well with the hardwood cherry cabinets,” I bragged. “Are you wanting me to see your kitchen?” she joked tantalizingly. I didn’t answer her question but said, “It’s why I bought the house and it brings me happiness.” “Is it just the kitchen that you want me to visit?” she played gamely. “I’d hope you’d be at ease in all parts of my house.” As she took a sip from her martini, I enticed, “I have lots of Asian art in my house since I spent time in Japan and Thailand as well as Cambodia.”
“What did you think of Thailand?” she played along. “I loved the Thai people who were so open and generous. Even people who weren’t wealthy offered to share what they had and smiled openly to foreigners.” “Yes, we’re the land of smiles, but there’s much that can be hidden in a smile, as you might know,” she rejoined. “It was the first time that I was in a Buddhist country and the absence of Christianity was remarkable to me, since I grew up filled with the dogma of Christians. It helped me see the world through another’s eyes.”
“I can see some of the Buddha in you and when you touched my hand there was a spiritual feel to that touch. Perhaps that gives me confidence to come with you,” Moon suggested. “I assure you only good things happen in my house. There’s Reiki energy that fills the massage room and I know you’ll sense that when you’re there,” I encouraged her. “Then it’s decided,” she offered bravely. “My house is only up the street and we could walk but it’d be better to move your car closer to the house.” “OK, let’s do it,” she stated with determination and a resolute posture.
I paid the bill for the unfinished drinks and we got into her car like friends more than newcomers. I guided her to my house where she was able to park on the street in front of the cedar frame elevated home that had been flooded by hurricane Sandy some years before. She appreciated the warm woody quality of the exterior with the red door and maroon foundation. After climbing the flight of stairs to the living space, I opened the door so that she could see the open space where the kitchen was the largest room. As she entered, Moon commented on the Franklin pot belly stove that was in the living room against a brick wall. I had left on some lights so that the warmth of the space would be very welcoming for whoever walked in my door. Moon smiled and exhaled any of her remaining reluctance about coming to a strange man’s house alone.
We hadn’t really touched other than our hands at the bar and I chose to keep some physical distance in my house until she was ready to commit to being on the massage table. One step at a time seemed to be comfortable for both of us. I didn’t give her the tour of other parts of the first floor but she could see the dining room opposite the kitchen where there was a large wooden dining table. “I made that table from an old piece of wood that a friend gave me when I changed this space to a dining room after the flood.” “Really,” she replied while rubbing her hand on the finely textured thick piece of walnut. “It was the top to a life jacket bin on one of the Liberty ships from the 1930’s. You can see the holes for connections and the beveled edge. It’s a beautiful piece of wood and it’s very heavy.” “Everything in your house speaks of warmth and security. I feel as though I’m missing both of those things,” she confessed. “Those are parts of me that I can provide,” I replied while continuing to keep my distance. I was surprised by her suddenness when she said, “Fuck it. Let’s do the massage. I want to be brave.”
“Come upstairs then, where the massage table’s ready for you,” I encouraged softly while pointing the way to the stairs. I sensed her girding herself to take the next step that would lead to yet another unknown more private place. She had arrived at a comfort zone but had generated some new reluctance. “I’ll go ahead and get the lights and music ready.” I began the ascent to the massage room and the contiguous bedroom. I hoped that my confidence in her choice would help her continue on the path that she had chosen back at the bar. I heard her soft steps following me up the carpeted stairs. We had both left our shoes at the door when we entered Asian style. I couldn’t sense her level of submission, but I felt her conscious choice making. She seemed ready for what lay ahead.
The massage room had one wall painted a deep red which gave an unexpected depth to the room. The wall was graced by a rubbing from an ancient Cambodian temple showing an apsara dancing lightly on one foot. There was a sensuality to the attractive female dancer. A thick smooth rich gold frame highlighted the contrast between the wall and the rubbing. The rest of the walls were a plain white, but the lighting came from a 12 inch glass sphere that was in shades of orange and brown, warming the room with its 15 watts of gentle light. I lit a small honorific candle in front of a Japanese Buddha image. As I put on the Asian massage music, I reminded Moon that the massage was done best with the recipient naked. “You should take off as much as you’re comfortable with,” I directed as I left the room for her to get ready.
“I’m ready,” she alerted me a few minutes later. I entered the massage room to find Moon face down on the massage table as I had indicated and the only remaining piece of clothing was her black panties that had small red bows on the sides. I was happy to see that she had gone that far; I hadn’t expected her to get fully naked. She had loosened her long dark hair and I adjusted it to drape over her head so that it wouldn’t be in the way of my hands. There was a lustrous softness that my hands enjoyed in touching her hair. “Your primary task is breathing and I’ll take care of the rest,” I commented as I placed my oiled hands on the small of her back. All of Moon’s body was as pale as her face and suggested that she took care about the amount of time in the sun, as most Thai women did.
She didn’t have any tattoos which were a common decoration for people who came from Thailand. I didn’t think that there was anything meaningful in that, but the absence of ink was a distinguishing feature about her personality. Her skin was smooth and pleasant to touch. There was a female fatty layer that covered any muscles that she had. I enjoyed Moon’s femininity but sensed that there was a deep inner strength of character more than body. She was not evenly proportioned, but had a wider ass which suggested good child bearing hips. Perhaps that was why she thought of herself as a BBW. Perhaps she just compared herself to other Thai women who were generally small hipped. I hadn’t learned how many children she had, but since she had used the term “children,” there were at least two.
I felt Moon’s body relax as my hands gently adjusted her energy and de-ionized the tense muscles. When I reached Moon’s hips, I gently adjusted the panties so that my hands could stay connected with her flesh and not the fabric. There was a large tension built up in that area and I spent considerable time there in a therapeutic way, but she may have also felt it as sexual since she verbally hummed interest when my hands were firmly in place. Moon had petite feet which were soft on the soles as well as the tops. I found them very appealing and spent extra time there removing tensions through the exit points of her toes. I wanted to rub her soft feet on my face, but refrained.
When I asked Moon to turn over, she commented, “Your hands feel so warm and good.” “Thank you,” I replied as I enjoyed seeing her naked breasts which were wonderfully round with erect dark nipples indicating her pleasure level. I hoped that I would get to taste them. I adjusted her hair again so that it wouldn’t be in the way during the second part of the massage. My hands took joy in touching her lustrous hair but I didn’t linger there even though I wanted to.
I placed my hands flat against her stomach to connect with her chi and to remind her body that all of this experience would be benign and pleasant. I confidently moved the energy from her center chakra to her heart by sliding my hand up her naked torso to her left breast. This was not a sexual touch but I sensed that she appreciated my confidence in how I touched her body. I performed the same process on Moon’s right side before I moved to standing above her head. I reached my long arms the length of her torso and brought the energy full circle by coming up the dorsal sides to her shoulders. I stretched Moon’s neck and loosened the tightness from those small vital muscles. I used Reiki to remove tensions from her brain and to open her consciousness to a broader universe. I didn’t take off her panties or place either of my hands underneath to make a sexual contact, but I did massage her inner thighs very sensually so that the energy moved to her sexual area and developed a tension that may not have been there before.
At the end of the massage, I softly said to her, “There’s a lot more that my hands can do, if you’re willing to take off your lovely panties.” She understood and didn’t hesitate to remove those panties herself resulting in a fully naked beautiful woman on my massage table. She had smoothly shaved her pubic area and I was properly aroused. I thought about removing the shorts that I was wearing but decided to let her make that decision. I returned to the top of the table and stretched my long arms to her thighs and multiple times stroked them along the inner thighs and up over her breasts to the shoulders and sinuous neck. I heard her breathing increasing and I moved my hands closer to the apex of the thighs gently passing over her labia only lingering slightly.
I moved to the side of the table and gently pressed my right hand flat over Moon’s smooth vulva while my left hand began to gently twist her already hardened nipples. She slightly arched her back in response and inhaled a large breath before pushing it back out of her lovely body. I lowered myself to softly place my lips on her right nipple and sweetly kissed it before moving to a sucking motion that caused Moon to pull my head into her breast for more sustenance. This was both maternal and sexual and I felt my member growing in my shorts in response. My right hand slipped further down between Moon’s legs and felt the moisture building on her labia making it easy to separate them with my long middle finger.
Moon spread her legs open wider and encouraged that middle finger to find her already swollen opening. She pushed against my finger wanting to feel my flesh inside her. She was even more sexual than I had anticipated. I was happy to gently slide inside her very wet opening that immediately closed down hard to enjoy the stimulation of those inner nerve endings. I reached up inside her and pressed against her pubic bone while she bore her hips deep into the table in response. Her breathing was now moving into a panting phase and I sensed that she would orgasm if I continued to massage that space inside her. “Ooooh,” she exclaimed suddenly as her pussy muscles tightened fully into orgasmic mode against my solid middle finger. Moon’s face clenched as tight as her pussy and allowing me to see how she might look when angry.
As she relaxed from the orgasm, I slowly pulled my finger back allowing trailing sensations. I quickly slid in two fingers providing a thicker experience for the nerve endings around the opening of her pussy. Moon didn’t remain relaxed but reached for the bulge in my shorts, suggesting that she wanted something even thicker than two of my fingers. I gently slid my fingers in and out of her body while she turned on her side to face the hard cock that was protruding from my loins. Moon roughly pulled down my shorts exposing the firm shaft and her eyes glistened with delight and desire. She pulled my body closer so that her red lips could reach the head of my dick. I moved closer to slide more of my member into her warm oral space. She widened her mouth to take me in and she sucked hard on my firm shaft back and forth creating a great stimulation. I slipped my left hand under her hair to support her neck and pulled her closer into me. I loved the feel of Moon’s long hair which increased my state of arousal.
“I want you inside me,” she expressed openly with big shining eyes looking into my face. I could hardly refuse such a direct request which was what was in my mind as well. I reached for a condom and slipped it on before I adjusted Moon onto her back with her body turned to the short side of the table. I elevated the smooth legs onto my shoulders which conveniently positioned my hard cock right up against her very wet pussy. I saw Moon’s wetness and knew that she was ready, but I slid my dick against the outer opening a number of times to stimulate those nerve endings before I popped in just the head. She reached for my hips to pull me closer into her and the rest of my cock slid inside in one quick thrust. I was highly stimulated by the inner warmth of Moon’s sexy body.
She gasped from the fullness that occupied her and smiled with satisfaction at the choice that she had made to come to my table. “Yes, take me. I want you to fuck me hard,” she directed. I was eager to slide my cock in and out of this sexy woman who wanted me to do just that. I began rhythmic thrusts that took my dick almost all the way out before pushing hard against the far recesses of her pussy. She moved her hands to her nipples and twisted them tightly to match the intensity of my thrusting member. I held Moon’s smooth legs firmly against my broad chest to keep our bodies in place on the table. More than once she had to clutch the table as she orgasmed fully while clasping my cock deeper inside her. It aroused me to see Moon so sexually engaged with me and I had to hold back my own orgasm. A thought began to grow in my brain and I knew that soon I would have to speak what was taking place inside my mind. I persisted in thrusting while she gave herself to me on the table, but the idea wouldn’t subside.
“Come to my bed,” I said softly as I leaned forward and kissed her red lips while my hard cock was still filling her orgasmic pussy. It was not often that I invited a woman or a man from the massage room to my bedroom. It was one of the ways that I divided my massage life from my personal sexual life. Only when I sensed that there was a relationship option, did I say those inviting words. She was unaware of the depth of meaning, but I felt Moon hesitate, sensing that this was taking another step into something that she had intended as only casual sex. In the same way I saw her make a decision at the bar, she once again chose to go bravely forward without a full sense of what was in store.
“I’ll come to your bed, if you’ll keep fucking me,” she laughed to make the moment lighter and relieve some of the emotions that were building. I pushed my cock forcefully, fully into her body and said, “I’ll fuck you as long as I am able.” We both laughed at the sexual acceptance of some limitations and I kissed Moon gently between her breasts as I slid my cock out of the warmth I had been enjoying. I pulled her up into a sitting position and said, “You might feel a little light headed from the Reiki so sit for a minute before moving. She did have some lightness and exhaled completely before standing.
I placed both of my warm hands on Moon’s attractive waist and guided her to the bedroom where I turned on a small light with low wattage and frosted glass. I pulled back the bedding and exposed the dark manly sheets. I maneuvered her into a doggy position and placed my cock properly against Moon’s wet pussy ready for her to push back against me so that my hard member could fill her once again. She gasped from the fullness and said, “I’d already forgotten how thick you are and how good that feels.” Moon’s encouragement led me to make forceful thrusts into her body while slapping the round ass cheeks that I had been wanting to see in just this position. “Rub your clit while I fuck you,” I directed her now that we had switched who was in control.
I felt her hand slip under her torso to reach that highly excitable spot. As Moon rubbed herself, I felt the pussy muscles tighten their grip around my hard shaft. I didn’t think that I would be able to hold out much longer in this sexual state of rapture. I told Moon so and she said, “Yes, cum in me. I want to feel you lose control.” I needed no more direction and my thrusts increased in intensity while my slaps on her ass became harder and the head of my cock became more swollen in response. I imagined that her eyes grew wider too, but I couldn’t see them so it was just a sense I had. My neighbor’s house was only eight feet away from the window next to the bed, but I didn’t care about them as I shouted my orgasm to the heavens and it bounced against the white ceiling to reverberate against our naked bodies. I thought that Moon orgasmed from the thickening of my cock, but I was in no state to be certain. My sweaty body collapsed on top and Moon let her knees release so that she was flat on the bed with her head pressed into a soft pillow, while my hard cock continued to fill her with the warmth of my sperm. We both needed to adjust our breathing but I took the opportunity of position to move her sexy hair from her right ear so that I could nibble gently on her earlobe. “That was amazing,” I declared when my breathing allowed. “I loved feeling you cum inside me. It was so hot.”
That was as much as either of us could handle for language skills given that the experience was so purely physical. I sensed emotional undertones which were so difficult to determine at that moment of orgasmic connection. I pushed aside any of those considerations and chose instead to place my lips softly at the nape of her neck and kiss her multiple times suggesting an intimacy beyond orgasm. “Your body feels so comforting on top of me, protecting me, nurturing me. Thank you,” she spoke softly into the pillow. As I felt my shaft soften and recede from Moon’s warm inner sanctum, I pulled her with me into a spooning position on our left sides. My flaccid condom filled cock remained against Moon’s plump ass and my right arm reached around and held her right breast. She hummed an acceptance of this new positioning of our bodies as she arched herself fully into the warmth of my naked flesh.
I had totally lost track of time and felt as though I were on Moon time. I had removed all clocks from the bedroom when I left the corporate world, declaring, “There were NO timed events in my bedroom.” I slept when I was tired and awakened when my body was rested. Even now I didn’t care what time it was and exhaled any consideration of time into Moon’s dark hair which was of much more interest.
People in this entwined state of post coital bliss often drift off to sleep, spooning their way to a dreamland, but neither of us took that path. We had arrived at a place beyond joyful sex where our comingled naked bodies found satisfaction in each other, but we had come to a junction of choice. Physically we fit together well, but were we to mask the feelings that had been engendered, or discover what was deeper in each other? I was older and chose the path of inquiry heedless of the dangers that might be ahead. I wanted to know more about this attractive and sexy woman.
“I’m aroused by your beauty, but I’m also attracted to your intelligence. Tell me more about yourself.” Moon didn’t adjust physically, but I sensed her feeling her way as to how to respond. “You’re kind and correct that I’m working on something. I’m in my last year of becoming an RN.” “Wow, that’s amazing work.” I declared with admiration. “I need to have a way to support myself after the divorce is complete and I feel honored by the patients who allow me to tend to them.” “That’s such a remarkable attitude. I confess I wouldn’t have the personality to take on the patient’s issues the way that you sound.” “It’s humbling work and it gives me great satisfaction.”
There was a silent pause before she spoke again. “I felt you holding back when talking to me about your divorce. Now that we’re naked in your bed, will you tell me what you didn’t back at the bar?” she boldly queried. I had to take a deep inhale and exhale to release the tension that her question had produced in me. I wanted to be honest with her upfront and open the door to my current sexual life. “You’re correct. There was more to tell. Now I’m ready to be more open with you. My sexuality changed in my 40’s after 20 years of monogamous marriage. I discovered over a few years of experimenting that I was bisexual. My wife couldn’t handle that challenge and was hurt by my lack of opening to her earlier. I determined it was more honest for us to separate.”
Moon turned to face me and replied with bright eyes and a smile, “It’s awesome that you’re bisexual! I thought maybe you were. It’s so hot to watch men be sexual with each other. The energy seems so primal.” “Wow, I never heard a woman say anything like that. You’re remarkable. Unbelievable!” I lowered my face to hers and our moist lips touched gently. My emotional connection was being nurtured but I also felt my arousal return more quickly than usual. My kiss developed into more passion and my right hand reached for Moon’s left breast. I felt her firm nipple and lowered my head to kiss her soft breast. She pulled my head into her chest and rubbed her breasts playfully into my face.
I sensually lowered myself further to kiss her inner thighs before pressing my lips firmly against her labia. I vibrated my lips and she arched her back in response to the stimulation. I used my tongue to separate Moon’s labia and licked her vaginal opening. “Oh yes,” she breathed out as her hands clasped my head firmly to her body. My thick tongue pushed in and out of Moon’s pussy as she rocked her naked body back and forth sideways. I felt her orgasm coming to the surface and pushed my tongue inside as deep as I could. Moon clutched the sheets as her body convulsed on my face. I didn’t retreat, but slid my tongue up higher to locate her clit. I sucked gently on the protruding knob as her body responded to a new stimulation. I sucked harder and pressed my face into Moon’s pubic bone while my lips hummed deeply to arouse her to another height. She reached her hands around the back of my head and pulled me hard against her body as she loudly exhaled the largest orgasm yet. I thought about the nearby neighbors hearing but didn’t really care.
During this time my cock was firming up and I removed the first condom which was quickly replaced by another from the side table. I wanted to penetrate Moon and feel the heat from her orgasms. I lifted her legs up against my body before I pushed in firmly and found the deep recesses of her sweet pussy. Moon’s eyes widened from the fullness and her lips beckoned me to put my pussy flavored lips against hers. I bent forward for our lips to meet blissfully while my hard shaft remained deep inside her. The kiss became more passionate as she wrapped her arms around my body and lifted her legs further back over her head. I slowly slid my cock back and forth while keeping our lips and naked bodies pressed together.
She managed to push me over so that her body could be on top. Moon’s hands clutched my chest tightly as she rode my cock up and down. “Play with your clit while I’m inside,” I directed and she readily complied. While one hand rubbed the space between her legs, the other twisted her left nipple firmly. I felt Moon’s body tighten with excitement and knew that she would grasp my dick firmly while she orgasmed. Her breathing quickened and she exhaled a huge tension as she came down from that satisfying release. The quick movement caused my softened cock to slip from the happy place inside Moon. She allowed her body and long hair to sink down onto my happy body. “Did I make you cum?” she inquired softly. “I don’t think I have another one in me, but it was great to be inside you again while you pleasured yourself.” “You feel so good and your mouth was amazing. I love the way you fill me with your cock.” When Moon’s breathing settled, I massaged her naked back with my warm Reiki hands and she relaxed fully against me.
I knew that my emotional connection was deepening and didn’t try to limit any of my feelings. It was possible that I was already falling in love with this remarkable woman who wanted to be with a bisexual man. I hadn’t thought that that was possible. I pushed those thoughts of the future out of my head and kept my focus on being in the moment with Moon. “I’ll have to go soon, but I don’t want to,” she spoke softly into my chest while her hair cascaded sensually against my flesh. “I don’t want you to go.” “I want to be only honest with you,” she declared. “And I want to be truthful with you about everything,” I responded.
Moon lifted her head to look me directly in the face as she said, “My real name isn’t Moon. I use that name when I am meeting someone from the Internet. I do that to protect my children more than me. My real name is Luna.” “I understand completely and appreciate your honesty. Let’s promise going forward that we will always be open and honest.” “You’re a special man and I promise to be truthful with you,” she declared. “I’m amazed by you and promise to be open and truthful with you,” I returned. We pressed our lips together to finalize the deal and we looked at each other with a new candor and understanding. Together we’d taken an important step during our first time in bed together. Our relationship was developing quickly but neither of us seemed reluctant to go where we were headed.
“I must tell you then that I’m 65,” I declared reaffirming our new pact of honesty. Luna laughed openly and replied. “We’re even on that score. I’m 51, not 42.” Entertainingly, we had each used the same nine years variance in age to identify ourselves.
“Now I really have to go. Let me check the time.” She headed to the massage room get her watch. “Oh my god. It’s five o’clock! I’ve got school today and have to get home to clean up and change.” I heard her putting on some clothes and I slowly roused my tired body from the bed slipping on shorts and a shirt to escort her to the front door. Luna rapidly located all of her items and put her long hair back onto the top of her head magically. She didn’t look disheveled but she did have a sexual glow that spoke of our time together. “This was an amazing night and I’m glad that I stayed as long as I did.” We returned to the main floor of the house where she slipped her shoes onto her tiny feet. Luna lifted her lips up to mine saying softly, “Thank you.” She was already on to the other part of her life and had to meet those needs. “Thank you! Let me know when you can come back,” I replied with hope. “I will later.” Luna hurriedly headed back to the car before the dawning light could reach her.