Super Bowl 47; Game Day Part One

It had been a few weeks since our lunch date. I had one unused vacation day so I requested Super Bowl Sunday off; it would be an eventful day; it was Super Bowl #47 when the lights went out for over thirty minutes. I usually had to work my retail job on Sunday; not this Sunday.
Kelly made all the arrangements with the lodge which included brunch reservations and our suite. We arrived early; brunch seating for us was 1 pm. Dropped her car off at the lodge parking lot and went for a drive around the area. I pulled into one of the trailhead parking lots; I had been to Bed, Bath and Beyond, had a bag of goodies for her, assorted lotions and body washes. I handed her the bag so she could check out its contents. She approved. She had something for me; she opened her coat just enough, looked around, took my hand and slid it down the front of her dress. She was not wearing a bra; her nipples were hard as bullets. I squeezed each breast and massaged each nipple. She simply smiled at me. We had not even had brunch, nor checked into our suite for the night and she was already letting me fondle her breasts, My mind got to wondering..."what else does she have in her fertile and nicely naughty mind?" Her libido was in full active mode!

I had never had brunch at the lodge; it was a treat made even better being with Kelley. We made sure we sat side by side at brunch; our thighs made contact; I felt her hand squeeze my thigh; I discreetly reciprocated. A short walk after brunch, I retrieved our bags, she checked us in, the reservation was in her name, then we retired to our suite. The view from our second floor suite was great if you are into looking at parked vehicles and guests shuttling to and fro. The view of the Illinois River was on the opposite side of the lodge, a minor oversight. The view in our suite however was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

Kelley left the drapes open; at least we were on the side of the lodge that got the afternoon sun. We pulled back the spread, slipped under the blanket and under the sheet, wrapped our arms around each other and started to warm up; only our shoes were off. "HUGGING and KISSING, OH MY? OH YES!" How close can two sixty something adults get and still have all their clothes on? We snuggled and cuddled; held each other as close as clothes would allow. We did not have to say much; our hands were exploring and doing all the communicating for us. It felt so nice being that close and having all the privacy we wanted. I was so content that I never did anything to her breasts; she did nothing to encourage me either.

Kelley made the next move, she got out of bed, stood by the window with its drapes still wide open, stepped out of her dress and draped it over the chair next to the TV. I wondered if anyone in the parking area, looking up, saw her topless? I had felt her breast before our lunch date at the casino; got to feel them before brunch; now I was looking at them. All the fussing, the apparent insecurity over the phone when she told me her breasts were not natural 38Ds, what had that been all about? Much ado about nothing? She turned around for me a couple of times. Still at the foot of the bed she said "How do you like my new Victoria's Secret panties; I bought them just for you for today." That moment burned itself into my hard drive immediately. Those panties were the prettiest color I had seen in a very long time; they were like rose color with a hint of purple shading. They looked gorgeous on her body especially since that was all she was wearing.

"Your turn to get real comfy" she urged as she made her way back to my waiting arms. I had a T-shirt and boxers on, she had only Victoria's Secret on; that's all there was between her skin and mine. The snuggling and cuddling got more and more personal as did our exploring fingers and hands; the feel of her bare skin against mine was almost beyond adjectives, superlative adjectives at that; and to think this woman is in her mid 60s and a grandmother with more than a dozen grandchildren. No wonder I have a burning desire to be with older ladies; their beauty comes from within; they are comfortable in their skin; they are confident and experienced, and some still have needs and wants and desires too.
I could sense Kelley rubbing herself against me; foot against foot, leg against leg, thigh on thigh. I followed her lead, reciprocated in kind. We intertwined our thighs, only Victoria's Secret and my boxers kept our nether regions from making intimate contact. It was getting warmer and warmer under the blanket and sheet. We uncoupled for a short time, to catch our breaths. Her head was on my shoulder. I could smell her hair, her short cut salt and pepper colored hair. She turned and looked into my eyes, touched my lips with her right index finger, watched my reaction then smiled. Her hand slipped under the covers for a moment, then she again touched her index finger to my lips. It took a moment for my mind to process what she was doing; the scent, the taste on her index finger; it was her scent, her taste; she was letting me sample what was in her Victoria's Secret panties. She was getting turned on and it was her way of letting me know. I have tasted women before but I have never had a woman do what Kelley had just done; moisten her finger then have me taste her nectar. Each time her finger was more moist and her scent was becoming more obvious. It was intoxicating. She started to wiggle out of her panties.
My mind was racing with all manner of scenarios; What next? How far was she prepared to go? I made my move. I pulled her as close to me as I could, looked into her eyes and quietly called "Time out!" I don't know if she was surprised or I hurt her feelings; I wanted us to slow things down and at least let me catch my breath. It was not yet 4 pm; check out time was 11 am tomorrow. The room got very quiet; I held her close for as long as she let me. She started to apologize; no apology necessary. I want to make the moment last for as long as I can.

By Anonymous

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