The Great Adventure

by Marduk

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: The story of a co-operative woman that eventually sours - read on

Elizabeth was a woman in her mid-sixties, she lived in a unit that was just one out of a number that were built in the later years of the seventies; she was lonely but did connect with her neighbours, but only in saying the usual ‘good morning or afternoon’; she didn’t live alone but knew that her son would be leaving to live in his own unit and with his girlfriend in the coming month; she didn’t like the idea of living alone and it was that reason she sought any club or organization that would be company for her and that organization was a seniors education club that was meant to keep seniors active so they wouldn’t vegetate. That was in Sept 2015.

She was introduced to the array of subjects and there were many but the one that she chose was a political one, dealing with ‘foreign relations’. She was asked where she lived and her contact number and as she said that although she had a vehicle, driving was not something she enjoyed. “Oh! I think we can arrange transport”, she was told by an office volunteer. “As you are interested in ‘foreign relations’ the chap that tutors that subject lives quite close to you. I will ring him if you like”, she was told. A request she willingly adhered to. The conversation was brief but positive. “He would be delighted”, she was told. “His name is Richard but he did ask me to stress that as he has to open up the venue he would have to pick you up around ten to nine on the Monday mornings. You must understand Elizabeth that the venues for our club are a bit scattered and are owned by the council but they don’t open up it is the responsibility of the tutors to do that”, the office volunteer said.

She was dressed and was just having a drink when the doorbell sounded. It was exactly eight fifty. She picked up her bag and opened the door. “Elizabeth?” was the very chirpy question. She gave a nod. “I’m Richard and I believe you are interested in joining our ‘foreign affairs’ classes” he said. She smiled and as she locked up she was surprised for she had expected a tutor to be old and grey, maybe an ex-school teacher but this man was or didn’t appear to be very old and was tanned and very fit, secretly she was delighted. A delight that she was determined to push for all it was worth. “I hope you like the class Elizabeth”, he said as he moved into the flow of traffic. “We do get a few heated debates for many have their own opinions of ‘foreign relations’ especially in ‘foreign aid’ but there is no bad blood, we all get on very well together and over morning tea, it is always pleasant chatter. We finish around eleven thirty and then a few of us have a coffee, a sort of ritual that has been in progress for a number of months. You will be very welcome to join us”, he concluded as he braked to accommodate a P plater who darted in front of him. “Stupid cunt”, he snapped. “Give them a P plate and they think they are fucking invincible”. All she did was grin.

She was welcomed and although it took some time before she could participate and ask questions she did enjoy the class and especially the coffee ritual that followed so by the time she arrived back at her unit she gave a very positive answer to the question ‘did she enjoy the class and would she like to be picked up next Monday’. He gave her a wave as he drove off, not for a moment thinking of the impression he had made on her or that she was thinking of ways to get to know him better, especially on the intimate side of the coin.

The call came early the next morning. He was applying oil to the mechanism of his bike. “Richard it is Elizabeth”, the cheery voice said. “I was wondering if you would like to come to lunch. It is my way of thanking you for the welcome you gave me yesterday and for the transport”. The invitation did puzzle him but he wasn’t the kind that would turn down a woman, even one that wasn’t a candidate for the pages of any men’s magazine. “Thank you Elizabeth I would be delighted. What time did you have in mind?” he asked and then added. “Is it acceptable to come in my bike gear for I ride on the days I’m not tutoring or attending a class that I don’t tutor but find interesting”. Her reply was very accommodating. He arrived, secured his bike and as he entered she remarked. “You do look colourful. Is that what you wear when you are going cycling?” she asked. “Yes I do”, he replied as she invited him to sit. “We have to make ourselves noticeable to other road users for we are very vulnerable if we ride on the roads, although we try to stick to the bike tracks but every now again have to use the roads”, he concluded.

“I have made leek and potato soup and then scrambled eggs on toast. I hope you like the lunch”, she said as she moved back and forth across her small kitchen. “Sounds very good Elizabeth”, he replied as he sat at the table she now indicated. “Tea, coffee or a cool drink?” she asked as the soup and a bread roll was put in front of him. “Tea I would like”, he replied with a smile and shortly a piping hot cup of tea was in front of him. Only brief chit-chat followed as the lunch was in progress but when finished and the dishes were put in the sink they moved to the lounge and there without hesitation or protest a brief embrace became a more definite move on the board of seduction.

For a second Elizabeth pulled back. “I like a full on kiss”, she smiling said. “I don’t consider a peck on the cheek or forehead a kiss”. There was no further explanation needed. He kissed and grasped her tit, squeezing it and then lifting her blouse, while still performing the kiss she liked, lifted her bra and let her two attractive tits with enlarge nipples fall free. The mouth kiss was then transferred to those nipples and as she gave a slight moan, the grip at his groin that she had undertaken the moment the kissing became serious now began to perform, squeezing and rubbing. He pulled away, a trail of saliva dribbled from his mouth. “I think I can improve on what we are doing”, he said. He stood up and dropped his bike shorts, his cock now free sprung up. Whether she had sucked before he didn’t know but as he pulled her head towards that throbbing cock she didn’t hesitate in opening her mouth and then it was his turn to utter gasps of appreciation as her mouth performed the magic he loved. “All of it Elizabeth”, he muttered as she slobbered over his fast disappearing erection.

He never asked how a woman could accommodate a full erection, he considered himself one with an average length, fully aroused it was six inches and yet every woman that had sucked him had managed to take the lot into their mouths so that not a fraction of cock was on display, well that was the case with Elizabeth for as he emptied his load into her mouth her face was buried into his groin and there it remained till she had drained his balls and as was always the case, cum and saliva dripped from her mouth as she reached for the box of tissues. “Fuck that was nice Elizabeth, you know how to suck”. She disappeared into the bathroom, as they all did to wash their mouths and when she returned her comment was not hostile but a mild rebuke. “Warn me next time you are about to blow, fuck Richard I will taste your semen for days, you emptied enough into my mouth”.

He left totally satisfied but still wondering whether the lunch was just a one off or was she considering a more ongoing relationship and the ‘suck job’ was just an example of what could be on the cards if the relationship became regular. That question was on his mind when she rang to tell him that she wouldn’t be coming for the class next Monday as she would be at her sisters. ‘Maybe I moved too fast’, he muttered. ‘Not every woman has the same attitude as Nicki and Karen but she didn’t object and certainly knew what she was doing. Oh! Well it was nice but I won’t miss out for both the other women are more than willing to oblige me’. He followed a policy of not ringing, he had been burnt once before and didn’t want a repeat; he did hope that she wasn’t offended and that the trip to her sister was a definite excuse and not one to flog him off. He wasn’t to know that the same attitude would plague their relationship for each time a family member became involved, Elizabeth would come up with an excuse to break an arrangement; he was to find that she could become ‘hot’ and ‘cold’.

The call came just as he crossed a wooden bridge on the East Track on the following Sunday afternoon, as he had her name on his mobile he could answer without wondering who it was for he rarely got calls. “Good afternoon Elizabeth I’m out riding”, he said.

“I was wondering if you would like to join me for coffee up at the coffee shop just up the road from my unit?” she asked.

“Sounds fantastic Elizabeth, however, I am a bit of a distance from you. It is now two, say I meet you there in twenty minutes”, he replied.

“Be nice to meet up again”, she said. “I’m sorry about last Monday but my sister wanted some help and her husband is interstate he is a teacher with the local university”, she concluded.

“Hello again Elizabeth”, he said as he entered the coffee shop. She gave a very encouraging smile and over coffee it was just chatter it wasn’t till he was walking her back to her unit that she asked a question that made him wonder how it could be accommodated. He was married, but it was a sham, a marriage of toleration and he had sought women for decades to satisfy a desire that his wife refused to give. “I was wondering if you would like to come to a dinner for my sister’s birthday.”

“What day would that be?” he asked.

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