In praise of old girlfriends
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Since you've done it, perhaps you should share your stories first?
old lovers
Yeah, but I'm shy... I thought somebody else might kick it off, but here goes...
FIFTY years ago I was engaged to a young lady who shared many of my interests but happened to attend a college about 350 miles away. We used to really enjoy each other's company, and especially our lovemaking, although we both agreed we'd 'save it for marriage' and never had coitus. She was a camp counselor one summer, and one of my favorite memories was ducking with her underneath the swim dock for a long session of kissing and groping.
While away at school, she found herself seduced and pregnant by a love-em-and-leave-em character who cared only for himself. She sent my ring back with no explanation (and I found this out much later). Life goes on, and we both married (she four times, me only once), until two years ago when I found her email address through the miracle of Facebook, and wrote to her a few times. She was living in a coastal town about three hours away, and yes, she'd like to visit a little bit.
We went to the local diner for an early lunch, and ...I'll have to continue this after a while.
Yeah, but I'm shy... I thought somebody else might kick it off, but here goes...
FIFTY years ago I was engaged to a young lady who shared many of my interests but happened to attend a college about 350 miles away. We used to really enjoy each other's company, and especially our lovemaking, although we both agreed we'd 'save it for marriage' and never had coitus. She was a camp counselor one summer, and one of my favorite memories was ducking with her underneath the swim dock for a long session of kissing and groping.
While away at school, she found herself seduced and pregnant by a love-em-and-leave-em character who cared only for himself. She sent my ring back with no explanation (and I found this out much later). Life goes on, and we both married (she four times, me only once), until two years ago when I found her email address through the miracle of Facebook, and wrote to her a few times. She was living in a coastal town about three hours away, and yes, she'd like to visit a little bit.
We went to the local diner for an early lunch, and ...I'll have to continue this after a while.
old lovers
So after lunch I took her back to the modest little cottage where she lived alone. Her landlady had died and she was having to move to the Texas Panhandle, more than 500 miles away. So-o-o, not knowing whether we'd ever see each other again, I stepped in for a hug, which quickly turned into a serious hug, full-length contact, don't-wanna-let-go type of hug. This quickly turned into a kiss, to the lips I hadn't felt in fifty years, and my groin reacted quickly. I don't know if she felt it or not, but suddenly there was real heat in her kissing, and I ran my hands down her back to her hips, then up her sides to her breasts. I broke the kiss and looked at her eyes, smoky with lust, and kissed her again. Her hands began wandering, and found my manhood through my trousers. Very quickly she began pulling at my belt as I worked her blouse off her shoulders and fumbled with the bra clasp at her back. She suddenly backed away from the kiss, looked again at my eyes, and took me by the hand into her bedroom where we had to move aside her packing-up to get a space to recline. We suddenly found ourselves nude, together, alone, and caught in the throes of lust that we hadn't felt for so long. Her body had matured, but it seemed like my hands knew every secret place and fold. I remembered that she was very responsive, far more so than my wife, and the years had not dimmed her desire. I worked my way down between her legs, licking every inch on the way, and found that her desire had made her wet as a teenager, and very fragrant and delicious. I think I surprised her when I went down on her, and she came, twice, softly, then harder, and pulled me back up into a kiss while she deftly maneuvered my cock toward her lovely cunt. As I entered her, I looked again into her eyes, and we could savor the moment that had been denied to us fifty years ago. As we moved together, we were remembering and reaching and straining, and wanting, and wondering how much different our lives would have been if that moment had happened so many years ago.
My own sexagenarian legs began to protest and I had to roll off, breaking the embrace. She surprised me again when she immediately moved her head to my crotch and took my full length into her warm mouth -- something my wife will not do, at all, ever. When I realized what was happening it didn't take long before the expected eruption filled her willing mouth, and she held it for a moment before coming back to share it with me in a 'snowball' kiss.
It wasn't long before we had to part again, but it has never stopped surprising me how perfectly attuned our desires seemed to be, even with so long a separation. If you see this lady on the street you likely wouldn't give her a second glance -- just a dumpy little old lady, a little heavy on the bottom, but there's a spark in her eyes that speaks of fires that can be lit once again, and again.
So after lunch I took her back to the modest little cottage where she lived alone. Her landlady had died and she was having to move to the Texas Panhandle, more than 500 miles away. So-o-o, not knowing whether we'd ever see each other again, I stepped in for a hug, which quickly turned into a serious hug, full-length contact, don't-wanna-let-go type of hug. This quickly turned into a kiss, to the lips I hadn't felt in fifty years, and my groin reacted quickly. I don't know if she felt it or not, but suddenly there was real heat in her kissing, and I ran my hands down her back to her hips, then up her sides to her breasts. I broke the kiss and looked at her eyes, smoky with lust, and kissed her again. Her hands began wandering, and found my manhood through my trousers. Very quickly she began pulling at my belt as I worked her blouse off her shoulders and fumbled with the bra clasp at her back. She suddenly backed away from the kiss, looked again at my eyes, and took me by the hand into her bedroom where we had to move aside her packing-up to get a space to recline. We suddenly found ourselves nude, together, alone, and caught in the throes of lust that we hadn't felt for so long. Her body had matured, but it seemed like my hands knew every secret place and fold. I remembered that she was very responsive, far more so than my wife, and the years had not dimmed her desire. I worked my way down between her legs, licking every inch on the way, and found that her desire had made her wet as a teenager, and very fragrant and delicious. I think I surprised her when I went down on her, and she came, twice, softly, then harder, and pulled me back up into a kiss while she deftly maneuvered my cock toward her lovely cunt. As I entered her, I looked again into her eyes, and we could savor the moment that had been denied to us fifty years ago. As we moved together, we were remembering and reaching and straining, and wanting, and wondering how much different our lives would have been if that moment had happened so many years ago.
My own sexagenarian legs began to protest and I had to roll off, breaking the embrace. She surprised me again when she immediately moved her head to my crotch and took my full length into her warm mouth -- something my wife will not do, at all, ever. When I realized what was happening it didn't take long before the expected eruption filled her willing mouth, and she held it for a moment before coming back to share it with me in a 'snowball' kiss.
It wasn't long before we had to part again, but it has never stopped surprising me how perfectly attuned our desires seemed to be, even with so long a separation. If you see this lady on the street you likely wouldn't give her a second glance -- just a dumpy little old lady, a little heavy on the bottom, but there's a spark in her eyes that speaks of fires that can be lit once again, and again.
goesallnight
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Very sexy story, thank you for sharing. That inspires me to possibly be in touch with an old girlfriend (who is currently married).
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DarkPleasures
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See? You weren't so shy after all.
jasper3738
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Old gf
Never purposely looked them up
Ran into one out of town on business
We had dinner and danced
Never purposely looked them up
Ran into one out of town on business
We had dinner and danced
Yeah. Ran into one at a convience store. Was awkward as shit. To make a long story short went out for drinks and caught up on old times.
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All of my exes are that way for a reason. Except one. I have no desire to hook up with any of them. Except that one.
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I'm like you -- except I'm at zero. In fact, I think of a few of them to erase a boner.
Mantra23a
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There are two I'd love to spend a night with and then have both of us go back to our regular lives.
One, we were not ready to go "all the way" but learned how to be oral and the second was just one very hot sex partner with no inhibitions hitting her stride in her early 30's.
Yep, a night with each would be a great treat.
One, we were not ready to go "all the way" but learned how to be oral and the second was just one very hot sex partner with no inhibitions hitting her stride in her early 30's.
Yep, a night with each would be a great treat.
You're right about that last part... Just before we 'took it to the next level,' so to speak, my lover said "You'll be sorry." Oh, no, I responded, I know myself. But she was right, not for the pleasure we brought each other, but that our personal situations prohibited us from following up on the relationship, which might have brought great pleasure but also great pain because it would destroy two lives. So we can play the 'what if' game and reminisce from 500 miles apart.
There was one more encounter, which I've not time to tell about now. Soon, though...
Picking up the story...
The previous posts were three years ago, and were actually written not long after our second 'hookup.' I had found that I was going to be traveling in her area, and we planned a visit. I got a hotel room nearby, and called her, telling her to get her swimsuit (since it was August). I picked her up at her apartment, and she showed me off to all her neighbors since she actually lives in an assisted living building.
So we get to my hotel room, and we start to get out of clothes and into bathing suits, and, well, we never made it to the pool since we never got the bathing suits on. Suffice it to say she was VERY ardent and took the lead. This lady is a treasure, climaxes easily and is delicious to boot.
We parted later that night, not knowing when, or if, we would ever see each other again.
The previous posts were three years ago, and were actually written not long after our second 'hookup.' I had found that I was going to be traveling in her area, and we planned a visit. I got a hotel room nearby, and called her, telling her to get her swimsuit (since it was August). I picked her up at her apartment, and she showed me off to all her neighbors since she actually lives in an assisted living building.
So we get to my hotel room, and we start to get out of clothes and into bathing suits, and, well, we never made it to the pool since we never got the bathing suits on. Suffice it to say she was VERY ardent and took the lead. This lady is a treasure, climaxes easily and is delicious to boot.
We parted later that night, not knowing when, or if, we would ever see each other again.
So here it is three years later,
Three years later. In the ensuing time, my wife finally yielded to the cancer that she had been fighting for 20 years. One of the first things I did was to message my long-distance lover with the news. No response. No answer to phone. No new voicemail. Thinking the worst, I pretty much gave up hope. We're both 73 now, and things happen. Then about a month ago, what a great surprise she she called me. She had had a number of health issues, had been in ICU and then in rehab but was back in her apartment. Since I had a trip planned in that direction, I was able to extend it to visit her town also.
Great reunion, but because of the health issues now she can barely walk, and uses a walker. We managed to get to a restaurant for a good meal, then back to her apartment. Sitting on the sofa, we hugged closely, and kissed a few times. Did I mention she's a great kisser? So we're sitting there just enjoying being in each other's arms again, and I notice she is fingering one of my shirt buttons, and puts her hand inside on my chest. More kisses...another shirt button. "Umm," I say."Are we doing what I think we are doing?" "Mm-hmm.." "Want some help?" "MM-HMM!" So more buttons yield and clothes disappear, and we are once again enjoying each other's desires. She begins going down on me before I can do much to help her, and she continued for what seemed to be a half hour, up, down, more kissing, more play for nearly an hour. Predictably, she became tired, and we had to call a halt, and I helped her into bed.
And so we parted again, but this time with the assurance that we will be together again as soon as travel plans, and her health, will permit.
Three years later. In the ensuing time, my wife finally yielded to the cancer that she had been fighting for 20 years. One of the first things I did was to message my long-distance lover with the news. No response. No answer to phone. No new voicemail. Thinking the worst, I pretty much gave up hope. We're both 73 now, and things happen. Then about a month ago, what a great surprise she she called me. She had had a number of health issues, had been in ICU and then in rehab but was back in her apartment. Since I had a trip planned in that direction, I was able to extend it to visit her town also.
Great reunion, but because of the health issues now she can barely walk, and uses a walker. We managed to get to a restaurant for a good meal, then back to her apartment. Sitting on the sofa, we hugged closely, and kissed a few times. Did I mention she's a great kisser? So we're sitting there just enjoying being in each other's arms again, and I notice she is fingering one of my shirt buttons, and puts her hand inside on my chest. More kisses...another shirt button. "Umm," I say."Are we doing what I think we are doing?" "Mm-hmm.." "Want some help?" "MM-HMM!" So more buttons yield and clothes disappear, and we are once again enjoying each other's desires. She begins going down on me before I can do much to help her, and she continued for what seemed to be a half hour, up, down, more kissing, more play for nearly an hour. Predictably, she became tired, and we had to call a halt, and I helped her into bed.
And so we parted again, but this time with the assurance that we will be together again as soon as travel plans, and her health, will permit.
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This arrangement seems to work prefectly for you two!
I Have Looked
I am in touch with one old GF. Actually my first true sex partner. When we were together at a reunion ten years ago, I think we were close but nothing happened. The last time was last spring and still nothing. Maybe someday. I have looked for several others and so far no luck.
I am in touch with one old GF. Actually my first true sex partner. When we were together at a reunion ten years ago, I think we were close but nothing happened. The last time was last spring and still nothing. Maybe someday. I have looked for several others and so far no luck.
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lol.
My wife and I ran into an ex of mine. She was sort of mean and actually would have made a good dominatrix...or whatever they're called (no offense intended). She would do things like pull my swim trunks down in front of her mom or prank call me at work, telling my boss that I had knocked her up and wasn't planning on paying for anything. Always telling me how hot other guys were that we'd see in public. She told me once during a handjob that her ex-boyfriend was bigger-I was a two and a half fister while her ex was three and a half fister (referring to length).
Why did I like her at the time? I was 19 and she had huge tits and a cute face.
My wife and I ran into an ex of mine. She was sort of mean and actually would have made a good dominatrix...or whatever they're called (no offense intended). She would do things like pull my swim trunks down in front of her mom or prank call me at work, telling my boss that I had knocked her up and wasn't planning on paying for anything. Always telling me how hot other guys were that we'd see in public. She told me once during a handjob that her ex-boyfriend was bigger-I was a two and a half fister while her ex was three and a half fister (referring to length).
Why did I like her at the time? I was 19 and she had huge tits and a cute face.
Ex
I don't think I've ever had an ex I didn't fuck after breaking up....and a few were years after we had lost touch, it's rather nostalgic and very exciting.....when I was a teenager me and my girlfriend use to fuck in her car all the time because we couldn't do it at our houses for obvious reasons.....13 years later we met at a bar and ended up fucking in her vehicle like old times, it was great!
I don't think I've ever had an ex I didn't fuck after breaking up....and a few were years after we had lost touch, it's rather nostalgic and very exciting.....when I was a teenager me and my girlfriend use to fuck in her car all the time because we couldn't do it at our houses for obvious reasons.....13 years later we met at a bar and ended up fucking in her vehicle like old times, it was great!
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