Henry is 74 and a widower. His wife was his first and only sexual partner. He adored her and was craving the soft touch and attention of a woman. One of his friends visits me and after a few red wines and a heart to heart, my number was given and a sweet phone call occurred and a meeting was arranged.

He was a retired forensic pathologist and that was fascinating in itself. We discussed music, art and his wife. Henry explained he had lost the ability to get an erection due to degeneration and hoped I wouldn't be offended if it was all about exploration of me and enjoying the touch of my body. He missed the sensations of being with a genuine woman.
The hard life of being me! I would gladly put up with being pleasured and explored if it was in the name of making this man happy!

Henry is a fit older man. Slim and 6 feet tall. He is quiet and reserved. I have a soft spot for the quiet man. They are always hiding more behind the veneer and It was going to be an interesting time for us.

Men who interest me, don't get a time frame. If I am enjoying myself, hours will extend organically until we have exhausted ourselves. I know there will be no time frame with this man. He deserves a genuine connection.

Henry has a specific request. To not have me fake anything. There is no risk of that occurring. Henry is a sensual and attractive man and in our 15 minutes of conversation, he has me feeling like the only woman in the world. I am not a porn star and don't wear wigs or overdue my makeup. I am who I am and because of my age, I love my years and happy that they have been good to my body and self esteem.

I was dressed in a long sheer burgundy negligee and a lace black bra and panties. Knowing his age helps me enjoy my love of vintage sensuality and I know he was enjoying the choice I made. I ask Henry to take my hand and we enter my bedroom. Turning to him, my hand reaches for his shirt button and I ask him If I can undress him. He stopped my fingers, raised them to his lips and kissed them. I nearly had an orgasm. I asked him to sit on my chaise and knelt on the ground to undo his laces and slide his shoes and socks off. Standing up I reached my hands out to help him up and reaching forward, my hands undid his belt and pant buttons and zipper. I undo his shirt buttons and he takes it off as my fingers help his pants and under pants down. He was soft but that didn't stop me from caressing his chest and hugging him close to slide my hands against his smooth back and ass.

Henry caressed my back and kissed my neck and shoulders. The rules were I was to not do anything. Henry had been very clear on that. He said he wanted to enjoy me fully before I could touch him. That was going to be very hard. I am also a tactile person and I wanted to lick his ear and touch him everywhere.

My clothes were in the way and Henry made sure He made taking my lingerie off was sensual and slow. I was completely naked and standing watching him. He was looking at me as if I was the most desirable woman in the world. Damn his wife had been a lucky woman. He looked at my belly fat and I could see the kink in his face. He kneeled in front of me and grab my belly and buried his face into it. He said he loved a woman's belly. It was glorious.

Standing He led me to the bed and I lay back on it and he explored every part of me. He knew what he was doing. He made medical terminology for my body parts a turn on and kept focusing on my belly with an obsession. He had my legs raised and he told me my pussy was a delight. He had his fingers working on my clit and devouring my cunt as if it was his last meal. I orgasmed and he could feel it. I thought that was it but he worked on my legs and toes. My legs were spread wide and his pleasure at my thick thighs had me aroused all over again. Again his mouth went to my clit and his experience with how to rise my pleasure senses high and slow them down was methodical. His eyes never left my body or face.

Henry wasn't close to finishing. I asked if I could touch him yet and he just smiled. Next we grabbed pillows and slipped them under my ass. My knees bent up and I was a meal spread wide for Henry to see my pussy and ass at the same time. He kneeled behind the pillows and placed a hand on my belly and his fingers started to finger me. He could feel my need to urinate. He spoke about my vaginal walls, uterus and how it held a living being and my birth scars were a mark of a goddess.

I am laying there spread wide and I have a man telling me to allow him to pleasure his goddess in a way she deserved. OH! my nipples hardened and I was ready to be pounded by this time. He just smiled and slipped his thumb down my belly and pushed it against my clitoris and slid it back and forth. He pushed two fingers into my cunt and rubbed them against my internal bulge and told me to stop controlling my urges. I relaxed and let the sensations go. I climaxed again and the internal pressure built and I pissed so hard it hit him in the chest. He leaned into it and attached his mouth against my clitoris and increased the pressure against my gspot and my orgasm didn't stop. I was limp and unable to stop him increasing my sensations till they were nearly unbearable. I had emptied myself and lay there wrecked.

Henry removed the pillows and pressed his wet body against mine as he head went into the crook of my neck and we lay like that for a long time. The bed was a mess and we finally raised ourselves to shower together and we lay together on the spare bed for nearly an hour just stroking each other and cuddling.