We had met a few days earlier for a coffee, so she could check me out she said - late 60s, short with a round face that smiled easily and a body built for comfort - she looked better than her profile - the sort of woman whose physique fits well with my tall lean frame. As we parted, she demanded a “snog”, we walked to my car for privacy - she was testing the goods, I guess - soft lips and the teasing tip of her tongue, a gentle breathless caress that neither of us seemed to want to end - my hand delved into her blouse, cupped her boob, a full firm handful. With a delicate touch she tested my straining manhood through my chinos. Jane was sure - when could we meet again, a hotel - for a night - It seemed like a dream - would it really happen? A couple of weeks, a small hotel with creaking stairs, a long warm summer evening. I checked in, spoke with her by phone and then waited in the car park - a passer by would have thought us Derby and Joan as we walk to the hotel entrance, holding hands, trailing her bags - if they noticed us at all. She sorted herself out, nest building while I showered, returned wrapped in a towel and took her in my arms - what was the plan she wanted to know as we kissed, the softness of her breasts feeling perfect pressed against my chest. Together we undressed her, frequently pausing - I loved her shape, to hold her to me, run my hands down her back, the curve of her waist to her broad rear - a womanly shape - no model, just soft generous warmth - my cock displaying excitement, getting in the way till Jane took him in hand. So many kisses, her lips, her neck, then told off for nibbling her ear lobe. What does a woman want? The first time is always testing, especially when I know she is undaunted by men, has taken her pick, enjoyed and discarded - behaved “as a man” - enjoying to the full the pleasures available to women who came of age in the 60s. The bed is old with a deep firm mattress and a mass of pillows - all quickly discarded. I set out to explore my lover, now lying arms and legs spread - kisses - slowly, gently, admiring and complimenting her - I love the shape of her arms, her hands, running my fingers over them as I kiss her boobs, tease her nipples till they stand proud - see the smile on her face, so return to savour her lips, holding her hands above her head, my chest squashing her boobs, my gentle kiss finding a demanding, challenging response, full tongues challenging each other, deep, then soft wet kisses as if in submission - her smiling teasing, telling a different story, the game has just begun Jane’s tummy is perfection, a warm soft pillow - I love to roll and rub my face in it and tell her it is beautiful - sweeping aside her comments to the contrary - I really enjoy the comfort it affords my spare physique and want her to know this and be happy with me taking pleasure in it. Jane’s thighs lay spread in welcome as I first kissed the softness of her inner thighs and ran my hands lower, past her knees, feeling the shape of her legs. She spreads wider, a hint maybe. Au naturale, with fingers and tongue together I explored to find her clit and run my tongue along her pussy lips, moistening and enjoy how soft and smooth they feel - I love to tease and play with her clit, her little penis, feeling it grow under my touch. While I’m so absorbed, I feel a hand on my cock, stroking and exploring, then gently pulling until the sensation tells me she is tasting and gently sucking. I place a hand beneath each buttock and draw her to my mouth, feasting on and moistening her clit and the folds of her pussy Excitement and an urgency take over, we part, I kiss her tummy deep, her boobs and nipples, harsh demanding kisses, when my lips find hers, the exchange is fierce, my hands holding her arms by her head, taking possession, pinning her to the bed, my full weight on her. A pause for air - “I want you inside me” - a gentle kiss, a break to find and apply condom - “are you sure” - “yes” her urgent response - she looks beautiful, eyes shining from a pretty face - I rub the tip of my cock over her pussy lips, feel her response, add some of my saliva to moisten and gently... There is something delicious about pushing in about two inches, pausing and withdrawing part way, then repeating - and again - savouring the moment, teasing, enjoying Jane’s reaction, the tension, her demands for more - then pushing deep and holding still - her sense of gratification surprises me - she has taken possession of me, not me of her. With my fingers I massage her scalp while we kiss - serious gentle kisses as I move inside her - we make love, slow, firm, up to grind her clit then almost withdrawing and again - sweat causing us to slide together - “are you okay” - “yes, wonderful” - faster, harder - Jane growls and rolls her head, then more animal noises - I slow and return to the gentlest of loving - then we lie in quiet contentment. I enjoy cuddling as much as lovemaking - lie on my back with Jane's head on my shoulder, boobs pressed against my side, her thigh across mine - ask how she is - a long contented purr as she grasps me tight for a few seconds. We eventually disentangle, go find a restaurant, share a meal and a bottle of wine - her aura, post coital radiance maybe - attracts attention in the restaurant- as we walk back to the hotel, I steer her into a quiet alley way, take Jane in my arms, we kiss longingly Jane was not to be distracted by the idea of a drink in the hotel bar - straight to bed her quest - we drank briefly while preparing for the night - soon testing the mattress again with the relaxing effects of alcohol and the confidence inspired by our earlier tryst. Cuddling, just lying in contented closeness with my love is a pleasure in itself, to drift into sleep and out again and find us still entwined is perfect. Gentle lovemaking, exploring, teasing, sharing pleasure, building a quiet tension, a frustration before uniting as one and in time relieving all those stresses, yielding contentment When we returned, it was to fuck. Any qualms, any fears I had of taking advantage, of hurting Jane she swept aside - “fuck me”, “don’t stop” her words once we had made love for a few minutes - I love to see my lover, to watch her face as we make love and when we fuck - to see her facial expressions - a hand on her hip and my other gripping her shoulder I held her firm as I pounded her with my cock, pushing deep and riding onto her clit with all the force I could muster, her boobs jerking rhythmically with each thrust, though I was unaware of it, her hand was on my shoulder above her. Two animals rutting, male taking female, ravishing her, the strange balance of power - he thinking he is dominant, is taking his pleasure in her, she enjoying possession of the man she has chosen, enjoying his wanting, the feelings of power and physical enjoyment it arouses in her - Jane pinned to the bed writhes and growls and strains against my hold, the two of us ending in a soaking tangle, the sheet below too wet to sleep on. A room with twin beds has advantages Never too old x