My name is Terry, and as I write this I'm closing in on my 80th birthday.
We both had future plans that didn't include a baby. On our third date, Gale let me feel her tits. Two weeks later, she didn't stop me when I got in her panties. Fingering was a first for me.
The next week, she reciprocated. It was my first handjob. By the summer after our senior year, we'd graduated to blowjobs.
I'd never heard any rumors or gossip that she'd done any of that with any other guy in school, but every time she seemed to get better and better. Of course, I had nothing to compare.
By the end of the summer, when she went off to an Ivy League school in the East and I attended near-by Indiana University, Gale was extraordinary.
I'm talking about deep-throating, stamina, and desire. By desire, I mean, after a blowjob: "Terry, when will you be ready again? I can't wait to suck your cock again."
Just before we both left for school, her parents were away, and Friday night she blew me twice. Saturday morning she was begging for more.
I'm not complaining by the way.
Over the years my work took me overseas, and I never made it to any of our high school reunions. In the interim I'd married, divorced, remarried and was now a widower.
I'd never really forgotten Gale. By that I mean, every time, and I mean every time over the years I got a blow job, I'd compare it to the ones Gale gave me that summer before college.
None came close. Oh, there were some good, even great blowjobs, but none were in the class of Gale. I was sure it wasn't nostalgia nor was it the faulty memory of an old man.
That is until our 50th reunion. After retirement, I'd settled in a lake community a hundred miles from my hometown.
Friday night cocktail party, Saturday dinner dance and then a Sunday afternoon picnic. I signed up for the cocktail party and dinner dance. I'd return home sometime Sunday morning.
The reunion committee secured a ballroom and a good rate at the finest hotel in town. I made a reservation. I left home early Friday morning for the leisurely drive on the Interstate.
I didn't recognize her right away; it had been fifty years. "Terry?"
"Ummm, Gale? Oh my, you look wonderful." We gave each other a friendly hug. She did look great. Of course, like all of us there was a wrinkle or two, but they might have been her only flaws.
The Gale I remembered was tall, chubby and awkward with acne. Thankfully, the braces came off before the blowjobs started. Why would I have gone out with her? Silly question. It was all about those blowjobs.
Now, even with those few wrinkles, she was the most beautiful woman in the place, and that included the twenty-something wait staff.
Tall, graceful, and fashionably dressed. The chubbiness had been replaced with curves in all the right places. We chatted about our lives, children, marriages. She'd had two, but was now divorced.
Gale retired after thirty years with one of the largest software developers in the world. She was one of the company's highest ranking women executives.
"Everyone knew you'd be a success."
"And what about you, Terry?"
"I worked with defense contractors on international law, and although I'm officially retired, I still do some consulting work."
Just before the cocktail party ended and we said goodnight, she asked, "Terry, I don't know about you, but almost everyone here is a couple. I feel a little awkward. Would you mind being my date for the dinner dance tomorrow night?"
"Ummmm, Gale I haven't been on a date in decades. I'm not sure how to act, but I do remember our last dates," I smiled.
Even after all these years, she blushed. "Please, Terry."
"Okay. Where are you staying?"
"Right here, room 1612."
"I'll knock on your door at quarter to eight."
"Terry, thanks." She kissed me on the cheek.
The next morning, I called her and asked her what color dress she was wearing. I claimed that I didn't want my tie to clash.
I had something else in mind. I called the concierge and asked him for a florist who could deliver a corsage to her room.
When she answered her hotel room door, the short, tight, cream colored dress look stunning. "Terry, how thoughtful. The corsage is lovely, but you're going to have to help me pin it on."
I don't know what they call them today, but Gale's dress had what used to be called spaghetti straps. The corsage had to go just above her breast.
She giggled as I made an attempt to put it on without feeling her up. "Terry, whatever you do, don't stab me."
The corsage was made up of red roses, which matched her bright red lipstick.
At the party we sat with some people we'd graduated with. One couple had dated through high school and were still married.
On occasion Gale and I danced. Near the end of the evening, the DJ played a series of slow songs, and we danced. She asked, "What do you remember about when we dated?"
I've always been known for my bluntness, but even with a couple of martinis I wasn't about to tell her. "Gale, it was so long ago. I just remember we had a lot of fun."
She pressed me, "Terry, that's so disappointing. I thought you might remember making out, and the things I loved doing to you."
"I was trying to be a gentleman."
She looked me in the eye, "My husbands told me that over the years, I got better and better. My hotel room door will be unlocked for about fifteen minutes. Room 1612, remember? You're invited." There was a twinkle in her eye. She stopped at our table, picked up her purse, said good night to everyone and left.
I sat down for a few minutes, finished my drink, then said good bye, and left for my room. I wanted to get rid of my tie and jacket. I walked the one flight up to her floor.
As she said, the door was unlocked. I locked it behind me.
All the lights were on and Gale was lying on the bed, wearing a sexy nightgown. Nothing trashy, classic sexy.
"Terry, I'm so happy you decided to take me up on my offer."
"How could I say no?"
"Terry, I'm almost naked, and you're dressed. That seems so unfair." She patted the bed.
"Still wearing briefs? I like the way you fill them out." I didn't take them off, but everything else came off and I joined Gale on the bed.
Soon our tongues were at work, and she slipped her hand inside those briefs. "Apparently, after all these years, I still excite you."
"If I recall, when I was eighteen, it didn't take much. You shouldn't have high expectations tonight."
"So far so good. Maybe this will help." She sat up and pulled her negligee over her head.
"Gale, I have to tell you, Friday night when I first saw you, I thought you looked incredible, but now. Damn," I said, as I took off my underwear.
"How nice of you to say. You know women my age, don't often get those kinds of compliments." Our tongues started again, and our hands were all over each other.
"Terry, all I've thought about since I first saw you was how much I missed the last few dates we had, and how much I enjoyed them." She went down on me.
Gale's husbands were right. Hard as it is to believe, she'd improved greatly as a cock sucker. Deep throating, playing, teasing, ball sucking. She was a master of all of them, and knew when to slow down enough so I wouldn't cum.
That is until I was going off the wall, and she was ready. My cock was deep in her mouth when I exploded. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."
She took my cock out of her mouth. "I'd forgotten how good you taste."
I was totally wiped out. It was by far the best blowjob ever. I told you she was beyond extraordinary when she was eighteen. Eighteen year old Gale, could not compare to the sixty-eight year old version.
She crawled up next to me, "Terry, I haven't sucked a cock that good in fifty years. I'm going to want more in the morning."
We slept in each other's arms. It was the most restful sleep I'd had in years.
In the morning, "I hope you enjoyed last night because I'm ready for more." She started to slide down the bed.
"Oh, no you don't." I held her back. It wasn't that I didn't want another blowjob. After last night, who wouldn't?
"When we were young, there was something we never got around to doing?"
"You know I had no intention of getting pregnant."
"I know." I rolled on top of her.
"Terry, so what you want to do this morning is fuck me."
"Not yet." I kissed my way down to her tits, spent some time using my tongue on her nipples; first one then the other.
I started lower, and Gale moaned slightly, and at the same time pushed my head farther down.
I have to admit, I was selfish. Instead of taking my time, enjoying the view and the taste of her pussy, I used my fingers to spread her pussy, and I went right for her clitoris; a clitoris I never found when we were teenagers.
As my tongue played with it, she moaned, "ummmmm, ummmmmm, ummmmm, oh yeah, right like that. Ummmmm, ummmmmm, ummmmm. Oh, God, oh, oh, oh."
I didn't stop after her first orgasm or her second. "Terry, I just can't take anymore, come up here and fuck me. Fuck me, please."
Like I said, I'd been married twice, had a few good relationships, but that Sunday morning, was the best fuck of my entire life. Gale had the same energy she had as an eighteen year old blowing me.
"Keep fucking me, Terry. Give me that cock. You fuck me so good." We rolled around the king-size bed for an hour before I slammed deep into her and came. I surprised even myself at how long I lasted, and how much energy I had.
When I rolled off her, "Terry, if I'd known it would be this good, I would have let you when we were in high school."
"And I might have pushed you to let me," I said, catching my breath.
"I almost wish you had. Terry, now what?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where do you and I go from here? I don't want to wait until the next reunion to see you again."
"When are you going back to New York?"
"My flight is tomorrow morning."
"Why don't we do this? After breakfast, I was going to check-out, and drive home, but why don't we spend the day driving around town. I haven't been back since college."
"I'll let the front desk know you'll be staying here, and when we get back from our nostalgic drive around town, I can provide you with a little nostalgia of my own."
"How can I say no to an offer like that?"
The afternoon blowjob was even better than last night. Gale took my cock deep in her mouth, and left it there. She used her lips to exert pressure on my shaft, just moving them ever so slightly; just a half inch or so. Meanwhile her hand played with my balls. Like she'd told me, she'd improved over the years.
"Terry, after two husbands and a number of other lovers, your cock is still the best I've ever sucked."
If she'd hadn't just made me cum, I might have gotten hard again.
We had a romantic dinner, and then in bed I reciprocated. "I can't believe you never let me eat you. Do you know how good your pussy tastes?"
"I'm not sure I would have stopped at your tongue back then. Terry, I'll be honest with you. My husbands both enjoyed eating my pussy, but neither did to it what you did this morning. I'm so ready for more." She pushed my head into her bush.
I drove her to the airport, and we promised to keep in touch, but you know how that goes.
I spent the next few days on the phone with some of my clients; advising them on how the laws worked in countries they were trying to do business with.
On Thursday, Gale called me. "Terry, I need a big favor?"
"What can I do?"
"Do you know where Mallard's Way is?"
"Of course." I live in an upper middle class community on the lake; the biggest lake in the state, unless you count Lake Michigan. Mallard's Way was in an upper, upper class community at the other end of the lake. It was six or seven miles from my home.
"There's a house at Number 19 for sale. They're having an Open House Sunday. Could you take a look at it for me? The pictures on-line look great, but I want to make sure it's something I might want to buy."
"Are you thinking of moving back here?"
"Ummm, after what you did to me this weekend, the thought crossed my mind. Would you take a look?"
"Sure, and I'll call you when I get back."
"Thanks, Terry."
The house was spectacular. It was over a million dollars, but the on line advertisement had made that clear. Gale wouldn't have made me take a look if it wasn't in her price range. "If you think this one is nice, you need to take a look at the home we have on Marina Drive. They're having an Open House, too," the realtor told me.
She gave me the address, and I was stunned. The house was on a point, with water on three sides. From almost every room there were water views. It was listed for two hundred thousand more than the home I look at on Mallard's Way. I thought she might want to consider it.
I called her when I got home. She was excited by the idea, even after I told her the price, and she looked at the pictures on line. "I'm not sure why I missed this one," she said.
"Gale, it's big, and I don't think it will be on the market too long."
"Why don't I call the realtor, and make an appointment to see both houses on Thursday? I'll fly out Wednesday morning."
"Of course, you can stay with me, and I'll pick you up at the airport."
"Terry are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"You're not just saying this to get me out there, so I can do to you what you claim I do so well?" She laughed.
"It never crossed my mind," I laughed with her, but my cock was already starting to move.
"Maybe, I should come out Tuesday."
"Just let me know the time of your flight."
Gale took an early morning flight from New York and we were at my home before noon on Tuesday. "Would you like to take a shower to freshen up, and then drive by the two houses?"
"No, all I've thought about since I left here was how good it felt to have your cock in my mouth after all these years."
If possible, and my memory may be faulty, the blowjob was beyond expectations. Gale wouldn't let me cum; she just sucked and sucked. Finally, even her skill couldn't hold me back. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmm," she moaned as she felt the warmth of my cum on her tongue and in her throat.
A few minutes later, "now I could use that shower."
That Tuesday we didn't make it to see the two houses she was considering. We ordered Chinese, and after dinner Gale insisted that she needed to get fucked. "I don't know, twice in one day is unlikely."
"Good. I know how to make you hard, and then you'll be able to keep going and going," she smiled.
When we were in high school, Gale always was able to get what she wanted from me. After a blowjob I was easy to convince.
Not tonight. I went down on her and we never did get around to the fucking. I doubt you'd hear any complaints from her. I was making up for all those times in high school when I was only allowed to stick my finger in her pussy.
My tongue played with her pussy hole, her fat lips and her clitoris for hours. Numerous times she begged for my cock; I'd go back to that clitoris until she pleaded with me not to stop.
She slept in my arms, sighing, whimpering, crying with joy over the way my tongue made her cum.
I paid for it Wednesday morning. Gale insisted that we fuck and then fuck some more. Whenever she felt like I was close, she'd stop and take my cock out for a few minutes. Then, she'd use her mouth to get me hard again, and we'd start to fuck again.
Shortly after we finished I said, "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, Terry, this is a surprise. You're ready for more?"
"No, it'll be a while. A long while."
"Then what is it?"
"Get dressed. I'll show you."
I have a small boat, and took Gale on a ride so she'd get a water view of the two houses she was considering.
I dropped anchor off the one on Mallard's Way. We just sat there, not saying anything, and then we moved on to the one on Marina Drive.
"Terry, they're both beautiful. How am I going to decide?"
"Wait until you see the interiors. So, you've definitely decided to move back?"
"I'm pretty sure, but you and I need to talk."
"Ummm, the weekend at the reunion was amazing and these last days have been extraordinary, but Gale, this is like a honeymoon, I can't imagine at my age being able to do this all the time."
"So, it's not that you don't want to see me or be with me, it's just that you think I'll be disappointed if you don't fuck me or let me blow you every day?"
"Something like that."
"Terry, I'm not interested in getting married again, but I'd like a friend with benefits when we're both in the mood."
"That would work for me."
"So, tomorrow I'll look at both houses, and if I like one, I'll buy it, move back here, and you and I can start dating again."
"Romantic dinners, happy hours, boating on the lake . . ."
"Blowjobs, fucking, pussy eating," she interrupted.
We were still on the lake, and her voice carried. "Shhh," I put a finger to my lips. "I just don't want you to be disenchanted when I just can't perform as often as you apparently need."
"Terry, I'm moving back. If it works out between us great, if it doesn't we'll have a lot of laughs along the way."
TO BE CONTINUED
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