She’d never been with an older man. Her heart pitter-pattered a little. He was exciting, different and generous. She finished her wine and looked into his eyes as he sat at the bar finishing his beer. His eyes were blue, but with a grey tint. His silver hair and beard intrigued her. She imagined his beard tickling her inner thighs. She tried to stifle a smile, but he picked up on it. “What are you grinning about?” he asked, returning the devilish grin. “I was just admiring your beard,” she said.

She wiggled a bit on her barstool. The leather seat was now sticking to her a bit, as her panties got damper. He touched her knee. “Would you like to see my room? It’s just upstairs,” he queried. “You have a room here?” “Oh yes,” he said. “I own this bar. Didn’t I mention that?” She shook her head. “I’d love to see your room.” She knew now that she wanted to experience all he had to offer. Taking her by the hand gently, he led her upstairs and into his room. It was a beautiful apartment, finished in 18th Century leather and wood. After closing the door, he kissed her and drew her so close. Breathing on her neck, he whispered in her ear, “Let me make you feel so good.” “Oh, I’d love that,” she responded. “The bedroom is right over here, he pointed. Ever so gently, he undressed her. He made her feel safe and she loved his soft touch. As she reclined on the huge wood bed, naked, he opened a window. The breeze gave her goosebumps. “Too cool?” he asked. No, perfect,” she said as she panted a bit. Her nipples were firm. The breeze blew over her perfect pink toes. He lifted her foot and caressed it slowly; with the care one gives an infant. He kissed each toe softly, sliding his tongue between each one. Then, she felt the warmth of his mouth around her big toe, sucking, licking and savoring. He did the same to each toe and then moved to her other foot, showing the same care and attention to each beautiful toe. She felt the vibrations shooting up each leg to her wetness. Using just the tip of his tongue, he licked up her inner leg to her thigh. She thought he would go down on her. Would she feel his beard on her thighs? Yes. For a few glorious moments, he licked up and down each of her lips, not touching her clit yet. His beard tickled her between her legs. She writhed and giggled. He smiled. He reached down and felt how hard he was.

Then, he surprised her. He slid two fingers into her, curved them upward and massaged her g-spot. She whimpered and arched her back. He was far from finished. His ring finger, wet with her juices, slid into her sweet anus and the ball of his hand rubbed her clit. “I want to make you squirt,” he said smiling. “I never have,” she said. “I’m not sure I can.” He leaned forward and kissed her full, creamy breasts. “I can make you squirt and give you a full body orgasm,” he assured her. “Older men often learn that pleasing her intensifies his pleasure. That’s the difference between sex and making love.” She trusted him. He went faster, massaging her clit, g-spot and anus in rhythm. She felt a climax coming. It was deep. Then, there was another. She clenched her anus around his finger. He alternated sliding it into her anus and rubbing around the edge. She loved it. Still, he went faster. She climaxed again and felt her toes curl. “I’m not going to stop,” he said with delight. “No, please don’t,” she panted. “Don’t stop” Harder and faster he rubbed, finally thrusting his finger deep into her anus. She felt it. It grew from her toes and passed up through her legs. It was an orgasm like no other. He leaned forward and whispered a command. “Cum for me. Good girl. Cum for me.” The orgasm reached her pussy and her breasts. She felt it in her spine. Then, she squirted…and squirted. It seemed like gallons. She shook. The orgasm went on and on. Her entire body shuddered. After at least a minute, she finally began to come down. When she emerged from the fog, he was holding her in his arms. His beard touched her cheek as he kissed her. That lovely silver beard. Lying in his arms, she felt so satisfied, so loved.