I was awakened by a kiss. A kiss of such passion and beauty that I almost cried. I don't know how long I had dozed, but you were dressed and ready, and I have never known you achieve that state in five minutes. I shaved and dressed in half an hour and we emerged, late afternoon, into a clear, hot summers day.
Don't think me uninterested, or ungracious, but the city streets and their color and vibrancy passed me by that day. As we walked, hand in hand, I only had eyes for you and thoughts of us. I nodded at the right times I hope, as you expanded, enthused with the love for your state and its cities, but the light in your eyes dazzled me, as it still does.
We bought coffee and pretzels, and sat in the sun, and laughed, but I don't remember where. Or why either, unless it was just the happiness of being alive together, and in love. The gentle kisses, the constant touching, just to see if we were real maybe, I recall all that, just not the surroundings.
Hand in hand we wondered, like the lovers in some long forgotten French art- house movie of the 60s, focused and oblivious. Except their stories always ended in tragedy, while, by your guidance, we ended back at the hotel, and ultimately in this apartment.
We sat in the bar still talking, I got a call on my mobile, you had three I think, one asking you how we were getting on, no prizes on offer for guessing who from. There is always a song running through my head and it mostly betrays my thoughts, I didn't realize I was half singing it as we talked, but you suddenly laughed.
"Isn't there a song about getting' me up to the hotel room? It's a long way home for you, a few thousand miles. Should I change my dress for something black?" You continued teasing me like this and I loved every moment. We laughed about it later, and many times since. You were right though, I didn't want to see the menu, but we did eat.
Later we sat outside with our drinks as the sun dipped towards the horizon, it had been a wonderful day. Sitting together in silence, our fingers casually entwined, twisting and turning in a strange, exotic dance, the sun kissed the hills to the west, I leant over and kissed you gently. Not a word was spoken, but we both got to our feet and walked to the elevator.
I felt as much as anything like we were a couple of teenagers who, having made a pact to end the burden of virginity together, were still apprehensive. You, I know, felt nothing like that, your natural confidence masked any trepidation you felt. As always we fitted like a hand in a glove.
The door closed behind us, and you were just going to begin entertaining me as only you know how, when I said, "My turn Baby, we should start in the shower." You looked puzzled but we undressed, not hurriedly or even seductively, just carefully. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and the rose for the widest spread of water, we stepped in.
I love showers, they are like standing in pre-heated rain. The water ran in rivulets, cascading over the contours of our bodies before splashing round our feet. I drew you to me and we kissed, it was like kissing naked in a tropical storm.
I kissed your eyes, your nose, your lips again, nibbled your ear and nuzzled your neck. I knew exactly where I was going, but by the longest, most sensual route I could imagine. By degrees I kissed and licked over your lovely body, I meant to worship your beauty with my mouth, but the time for words was, for the moment, past.
I, of course, gave your breasts special attention. Kissing, licking and dragging my teeth gently over your perfect nipples. I had always believed it was tits that turned me on most about a woman, but since knowing you I realized that it is nipples that really do it for me, I could lick 'em and tweak 'em forever!
Your body is so soft and feminine, it was heavenly to kiss my way down it until I was kneeling (on a sodden hand towel) about to love your most sensitive part. With the storm still cascading over us, I missed out on your intimate perfume but reached forward, expectantly, with lips and tongue, to delight us both.
First kissing your thighs, and all round your heavenly mound, I gradually moved closer to your center. I could sense the slight, involuntary, movement of your hips as I circled closer and closer, and I could see your hands twitch with the wanting in you. You wanted desperately to take control, to guide and hold me to you, but resisted.
Finally I delayed no longer and ran my tongue fully along the length of your pouting lips, from opening to clit. You gasped and shuddered, putting one hand against the wall to steady yourself. I continued to flicker my tongue there, working back and forth until you began to cum in waves, gasping and sighing, through, and over crescendos of pleasure.
I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more, it was a close run thing but we were not finished so no matter. We dried ourselves, and each other, and you practically dragged me to the bed and laid me down. Not to sleep this time, far from it. Soothing aromatic oils into my back, then my front you brought a great sense of our closeness, there was so much you could teach me, and you have.
It was your turn to work your way down my body, and you observed, with pleasure, the way my nipples harden to your attentions, but there is something else that hardens to the mere thought of you, and after teasing your way down my body, even more circuitously than I had down yours, even giving me a brief foot massage.
Eventually the exquisite torture ended, and you arrived. Do I need to remind myself of how you repeatedly kissed along the length of my eager shaft, fondled my boys, or watched fascinated as you manipulated my foreskin slowly back and forth? No, some memories are too clear, too special, and could never fade.
The sight of your lips sliding easily over the head, and down its length was too exquisite! Ten years ago I was sixty years old, but had never been close to that much pleasure, or loving. Still no regrets, no time for that foolishness, too busy loving you Sweetness, and being loved in return of course.
You brought me close to erupting, but no cigar yet! Crawling along, and up my body with that mischievous smile you wear so well, you married manhood and womanhood together, guiding me inside you. Being so close, and kissing so passionately, as our bodies undulated together with our combined desires could not last forever.
As I looked deep into your eyes, feeling how we were almost combined into one heavenly being, I knew we were, on that very first day, cumming together. You climaxed first, but you had me following headlong moments after you. The strength of your pulsed contraction round me, coupled with that beautiful smile you wear as pure pleasure sweeps over you, made it inevitable.
I could see your happiness blossom as you felt me explode inside you, and we seemed to merge into one entity of love and passion. Encased in each others arms, enraptured by love, we kissed ourselves to sleep. I live for your kisses. I awoke, and we were still wrapped together, some of your hair had fallen across your face, I brushed it back and kissed you awake. You smiled at me.
These are the moments I remember all my life, the beginning of something so special it hardly seems fair, but I accept, and treasure it anyway. You are the moon in my star filled night sky, the sun's warmth in my heart, and the refreshing breeze blowing true love over me, I could not ask for more.
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