Chapter 1: In the Park

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, White Male, White Female, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: In the Park - A chance meeting between two residents of a block of retirement flats turns into a sexy love affair

My life in the small block of retirement flats in Bangor North Wales was pretty good. I had most everything a single, retired gent could ask for. I was close to the shops and just two minutes to the nearest pub. Next to the flats was a small park, ideal for sitting out when the weather was good.

Last Sunday was one such day, and I was sitting on a bench in the sun, eyes closed, in a little world of my own when I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes, and saw someone I hadn't yet met. I'd seen her in the block but as she'd only moved in a week previously, I hadn't yet had time to get to know her. I stood up, and said hello, she returned my greeting and came and sat on the bench beside me.

As we talked, I got to know more about her. She told me that her name was Hazel and, as I'd thought, that she was in her mid sixties, sixty four, that she was divorced, had four children and countless grand children and most interesting of all, that she was between boyfriends, having split from the latest a month before she moved to Bangor. That piece of info was interesting because, she was an attractive woman and after five weeks without a man, I began to wonder if she was available.

She could see that I was in deep thought and said, "a penny for them." I smiled at her and told her she might not want to know what I was thinking. She tilted her head to one side and smiled back at me. "Naughty, naughty," she laughed as she got up and headed back to the flats. I watched as she walked up the driveway and I could feel a stirring in my jeans as her rear end wobbled invitingly.

Now I may be getting on but I can still get a good erection and I haven't forgotten how to please a woman. I'm a slow, considerate lover and I love to kiss and lick a nicely trimmed pussy. That night I gave myself an amazing hand job fantasising about her. I imagined my mouth on her beautiful breasts, sucking on her clit sucking and tongue fucking her till she climaxed, then burying my eight inch cock in her warm wet pussy.

I didn't see Hazel again for a couple of days but on the Wednesday I was walking along the corridor outside my flat, when I saw her walking towards me. Hazel lived on the floor above me and I wouldn't have expected to see her on my floor as the main entrance door was on the third floor where she lived. She smiled when she saw me. "Hello Mike," she said, as got closer, "I was hoping I'd see you again." As it was another nice day, I made the suggestion we go to the park again and she agreed.

We talked as we walked, and she asked what I did in my spare time. I told her I liked fishing, photography walking and that I had just started writing. "What," she said, sounding surprised, "you're writing a book?" "No," I laughed, "stories, I'm writing short stories." "Oh okay. What kind of stories are they?" I explained that I'd found a site on the internet that had thousands of erotic stories by amateur writers, and I was hoping to post some of my own on there. I could see that she was really interested and she said I'd have to show her the site sometime. I went on to explain that I spent hours reading the stories on the site getting ideas for my own. I said that I found most of the stories good but some were really bad. "Oh what makes them bad?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. This was going to be awkward, how was I going to explain to her without using language that offended her.

"Well," I said, "they start a story, a couple meets she grabs his you know what, unzips him, takes it out and gives him a blow job, he undresses her, her juices are flowing and he instantly has a rock hard erection again, they have sex and the story is over in a couple of paragraphs. No foreplay, no kissing, or affection. Just wham bam thank you ma-am sex." I could see that she was blushing and I apologised to her. "Oh I'm sorry Hazel, I haven't known you long enough to talk like this, I hope I didn't embarrass you." The redness on her face faded and she smiled. "No, Mike," she said, "I agree with you. Sex should never be, wham bang, thank you ma-am. It should be slow and sensual with plenty of foreplay." She blushed again then smiled and added. "Well that's how I like it anyway."

She went on to tell me that she spent a lot of time on her computer, playing games, surfing the web or writing emails, but she'd never thought to look for stories. "I'll have a look at the site and let you know what I think. Have you posted any yet?" I told her I hadn't but I had a few in the pipeline, one complete and couple almost finished. "Oh Mike, you have to let me read the finished one," she said, "you can e-mail it to me." "Well if you're sure Hazel," I said, "I'd love you to read it but I've got to warn you it's very erotic and sexually explicit. You might get aroused reading it, I know I did while I was writing it." Now I could see I'd really got her attention and she wasn't blushing. "Mmm," she said, "that does sound interesting. I can't wait."

Suddenly she looked at her watch. "Oh I'm sorry Mike, I have to go. Why don't you send me the story then give me an hour to read it, and if you like you can pop up to my flat and I'll tell you what I think about it." With that, she got up, and walked back towards the flats but before she did, she leant down and gave me a peck on the cheek. I hurried back to my flat, accessed Open Office, found the story and copied it and pasted it into the email and sent it to her.

I decided that if things went the way I wanted them to go, I needed to look my best so I showered and shaved and splashed on my best aftershave and some cologne. I put on my favourite slacks and shirt, even after all that, I still had fifteen minutes to wait. Time goes really slowly when you are watching it but finally, the hour was up and I made my way up to her flat.

Seconds after I'd rung the bell, she opened and my jaw dropped when I saw her. She was wearing a satin house coat and I could see her cleavage and her just a hint of her bra under it. As I walked past her into the hallway, she leant forwards slightly and my arm brushed against her breast and she smiled. Once we got into the lounge I could see her computer in the corner of the room and my e-mail was still on the screen. "Well," I said, "what did you think of it?" She gave me a wry look. "Was that us in the story Mike?" she said "The names were different but it was us wasn't it?" I smiled and nodded. She was right, I'd written the story after I'd got back to my flat after meeting her that meeting in the park, putting all my fantasies into the story. "You got my character off to a tee," she said, smiling, "I love plenty of kissing and touching and I love having my nipples sucked and my pussy licked. I got really wet reading it."

"Well, you read the story and that's just the way I like to make love, a nice slow build up and I think I'm pretty good at eating pussy and I'm really enjoy yours." "Oh we are ready aren't we," she laughed, reaching over and stroking my hard cock, "well I am too so why waste time."

We were sitting side by side on the sat on the couch, and I reached out and put my hand on her thigh. As I did, her robe dropped open and exposed her naked thighs. She didn't have any panties on so I could also see the light thatch of blonde pubic hair on her mound. I slipped off the couch, sat on the floor in front of her and started to slide my hands up her thighs. I soon reached her pussy, which was already soaking wet, and spread her lips apart and blew on them. Then I moved even closer and started kissing them, slipping a finger into her and softly rubbing her clit with my thumb. I pulled my finger out and covered her pussy with my mouth, sucking, licking and sliding my tongue in and out of it. She opened her legs even wider and I started really tongue fucking her. I could hear her purring contentedly above me as her hips worked up and down against my face. "Oh that feels good Mike. Oh yes that's it. Mike I'm ready, I want your hard cock my pussy. Fuck me Mike. Fuck me now." I hadn't intended for things to go this quickly but my cock couldn't get any harder and I was ready and I knew she was.

I put my arms around her and hugged her then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. As I stood her at the side of the bed and looked into her eyes. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, before slipping the robe off her shoulders and then stripping off myself. I put my arms around her and pulled her soft body against mine. "You're even are more beautiful naked," I whispered. We kissed, and she got on the bed and pulled me on to her. "Now Mike, now," she said looking up at me, "I want you now."

I moved between her spread thighs and rested the tip of my cock at the entrance to her hot, slippery pussy and rubbed it around it, using her juices to lubricate it even more. She was tighter than I'd expected but we were both so wet, that it slipped in easily and her hips rose up off the bed to meet me.

"Oh yes Mike," she groaned, "that's it all the way. Don't tease, all the way in, let me feel it in deep."

I was so hot and turned on that I felt that if I did as she asked I'd cum too quickly so I pulled my cock out of her, letting my rapidly approaching orgasm subside. Hazel cried out and grabbed me by the ass cheeks and pulled me back into her. "No Mike, don't stop, keep going." There was nothing I could do about and straight away I was balls deep in her again and her hips were thrusting wildly up at me. "Oh well," I thought, "Que Sera, Sera, if I come, I come." I knew I was close but I was determined to make Hazel come if I could. "Yes, yes," she yelled, "that's it, that's it. Faster Mike faster. Oh God, yes that's it." She was making so much noise that I was sure I could have heard from my own flat on the floor below but I carried on driving my cock in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. Suddenly, she went rigid and let out an unholy scream. "I'm coming Mike, oh God I'm coming. Yes Mike yes. That's it I'm coming." Luckily right at that moment, I felt my own orgasm hit me and I cried out myself. "Me too, Hazel, me too," I yelled. "You're the best fuck I've had in years Hazel, you're amazing." I felt my seed racing up my shaft and explode into her spasming pussy as we both came together. After we'd come down to earth we lay in each others arms kissing and teasing each other and I must have told her ten or twenty time how beautiful and sexy she was. "You women have got it it made," I laughed, "one orgasm doesn't stop you, you can have more. Us men need time to recover." She smiled at me and wrapped her fingers around my now only semi erect cock. "Ah but you don't know how good I am at getting my men ready for seconds do you?" she laughed. She was right and under her expert manual treatment, my cock was soon fully hard and ready for action again.

This time Hazel took the lead though and straddled my waist and slid her hot, wet pussy down over my shaft, riding me like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't long before her cries told me that she was coming again. "Yes Mike, yes. Oh God Mike, yes. Here it comes." The way her inner muscles gripped my cock as she came told me that this orgasm was even more intense than the first and the flood of juices that flooded from her proved I was right. Wave after wave of her love honey poured out of her, running down my shaft, soaking my pubic hair and soaking the bed under us. I came again but not as hard as I had first time but I was still amazed that she'd managed to make me so soon after the first time. She was one hell of a woman!!!

As we lay there afterwards, she turned to me and said, "Mike, I never thought I could have such wonderful sex at my age. I've had the two best orgasms of my life. I hope we can do this again. It was great."

I smiled back at her. "Hazel," I said, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known and I'll be really disappointed if we don't do this again. Anyway I'll keep sending you stories if you like and I won't be using made up names. I've got two real characters for my stories now." It must have been close to midnight when I left Hazel but before I did she promised to call me the next day.

All this started with a simple "Hello"

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