Unnatural Attraction; the Torrid Tale of Delores
Copyright© 2020 by storyace
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Delores reminisces on the affairs she's had during her long life, beginning in 1967. Society is changing, sexual expression is no longer suppressed. Delores has her first orgasm at 17 with her lusty older boss. A prequel to my story "unnatural attraction"
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Historical Workplace
Decades after her affair with Ron, Delores seduces his great great grandson.
You know, don’t you? Shit, I should have recognized you straight away. Last time we mat was 8 years ago, you were 9 years old. You knew from the start, didn’t you? Damn, and I thought I was the perv in the room. Oh well, no use having regrets now. Let’s lie in my bed, naked. No touching though. Ok, you can put one hand on me while I finish my story. And I might hold onto your cock, if it’s what you want. Haha, yeah, I thought so.
Bob and I had great sex and worked well together, but he didn’t like me much either. We avoided talking about anything except work, because we’d just argue.
I gave up trying to figure out why I only have orgasms with Haas men. I looked good on the outside, but inside something was rotten.
15 years; I had several relationships. I even lived with one guy for a while. No one could fuck me like Bob, we were like addicts, swearing to stop, and then doing it again.
And then Tommy came back into my life like a hurricane. He was grown, and wonderfully sexy.
Tommy had inherited the West shop from Henry, Bob got the East shop. So teenaged Tommy Haas was my boss you see; and when he wanted me, I had to let him have me.
He wrote the story of our mating, our crazy love. ‘unnatural attraction’. You can find it easily enough, so I won’t repeat it. I just want to say that Tommy makes me whole. I love Tommy like I’ve never loved before or since, and he gives me the greatest orgasms in the universe. Fuck, if only we’d been born in the same epoch, if he wasn’t a half century younger than I was.
Tommy was the first man who ever gave me a fair deal; I couldn’t ask for a raise after we’d had sex. I didn’t have to, he made me partner. 50-50.
My affair with Tommy Haas lasted for 5 years. We were great together in bed and out. Business boomed; we weren’t millionaires, but we did well.
I loved him, he loved me too, he even asked me to marry him. I couldn’t do it; he’s like a son to me, Tommy is still my baby. I don’t need him in my bed, as long as he’s in my life.
I can’t give him children you see; I’m an old woman, I don’t have a lot of good years still in me. I won’t do that to him. At the same time we can never manage to keep our hands off each other for long.
The interesting thing is that Tommy isn’t as big as his uncle Bob, grand dad Henry, or great granddad Ron. Not as big as that carpet cleaning man who didn’t do it for me. (I’m ashamed to say, I can’t remember his name). And I’m old now, I shouldn’t even have orgasms anymore. Yet when Tommy Haas makes love with me, I come like Armageddon. I think it’s the eyes. Tommy inherited the electric blue eyes, so did Henry and Bob. Bob’s son Chris doesn’t have them, and even though he did inherit the big Haas cock, he never made me come. Oh, I didn’t tell you about Chris and I. Never mind that.
I had a period of celibacy. Tommy was with a nice girl, and after a while, I was feeling too lonely.
My skin is milky pale, because I don’t go in the sun. My tits are still big, a sort of miracle for a woman my age. I didn’t let them out, because they hang really low if not supported.
I’ve still got great legs, and a relatively narrow waist. My nose arced out some. My hair is Christal white, because there’s no use hiding my age. It’s harder to keep my figure now, being sexy after 60 is a lot of work. The rewards make it worth the effort though. It excites me when men half my age let their eyes rest on me, when they flirt. It makes life fun. I didn’t want to go to bed with anyone. I just really enjoyed the attention. At first.
I began to use the internet to find young men who have a desire for an old woman. I don’t hide my age, I brag about it. I was having cyber-sex with several men in several countries. I got off on their orgasms, because I couldn’t have my own.
It was all meaningless. I only loved Tommy. He was single at one point, so I got together with him for a few months of bliss. It turned out that I could still have an orgasm.
I set a date on the calendar, and told him that was our limit. Tommy accepted my conditions, but when the time came it ripped my heart in two. I was desperate, I needed to do something, I needed a lover. Not to have orgasms, just to feel against myself, a warm body, and maybe a penis that emitted tasty semen.
So I went online again. Not for a cyber boyfriend this time, someone local I could meet for real. I’ve accepted that I don’t climax with other men, and it’s not really all that important. I want a guy for companionship, cuddling, and to lift heavy objects. To watch TV with and go for walks. I still like to make men come, and young men come a lot.
Thousands of men were filtered down to just a hundred or so by geography.
A picture caught my eye; my heart pounded, he looked just like Tommy. Young though, just 18. As I stared at the picture of the beautiful boy, he saw I was online and pinged me. We texted a little. Just flirtation by text, harmless fun. His preferences stated he was interested in women 30 to 45. Older than himself, but not my sort of age.
Daryl wanted to video chat; I hesitated, but there was no reason not to talk, so I agreed. He had a great smile, open and honest. He was excited as he looked at me through the internet, and his excitement was a delight for me. We talked for quite a while, and agreed to talk again.
He was too young; he wouldn’t want the things I wanted. Probably he just wanted sex; I liked him anyway. He even sounded like Tommy, but when I asked him about his family, they were from another town and didn’t seem to have anything to do with the Haas.
As we talked and flirted online, I wondered if he had an erection, if he was tickling himself like I was.
“On your profile you indicated you were looking for a women from 30 to 45.” I said, “I’m a lot older than that.”
“Yours says 35 to 45, but I’m only 16.” He responded “I had to put 18 on my profile to use the site.” Conflict; he could be all sorts of trouble. I was too old to be his mother. On the other hand, he excited me in a very exciting way. I hadn’t had a 16 year old since 1966.
It wasn’t illegal. Immoral maybe, but that had never stopped me.
“You’re a virgin, Daryl?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I felt something drop; my chest tightened and my old vagina clenched. No way, I thought; I’m not going to bed with a 16 year old boy! I’ll just flirt a little more though, that’s ok.
I smiled; “Excellent. Now you tell me about yourself, and I’m going to listen.” I told him.
Normal shit; he had a younger sister, mom and dad. School, some sport, no girlfriend. He couldn’t see that I was stroking my groin as we talked. Tickling myself fruitlessly.
“I like talking to you.” I told him, “There must be a lot of girls your age that are more interesting than me.”
“Not that I’ve met.” He claimed gallantly, “I’m really attracted to older women.”
“But not as old as me.”
“Not until now.” He admitted.
“Have you video chatted with other women?” I asked.
“Yes.” He told me, “Not like this though.”
I was flirting with other men, so what could I say? One or two were far more likely to be satisfactory, fortyish, divorced, employed. Daryl was just 30 miles away. The other two were too far.
We talked on video almost daily for a couple of weeks. I let my hair down and wore a low cut top and a push up bra, and I was sure he was jerking off. That excited me a lot.
“You know how you’re not supposed to stare at a woman’s cleavage?” I asked him, “Well. You can stare at mine. I want you to, go on.”
And I pulled my blouse a little wider for him, almost to the nipples. He just grinned all happy and wide eyed.
“Are you jerking off?” I asked him.
“No!” he lied.
I laughed; he was a terrible liar. I was excited by his kinky lust, I could have asked him to tilt the camera down so I could watch, but I didn’t want to be trapped in cyber-sex again.
Impulsively, I asked to meet him for real the next day.
I almost stood him up. I was totally conflicted, I really liked him but now he’d want real sex. He deserved real sex. I wasn’t sure I wanted that with a kid his age.
I said I’d be there, so I went.
I pulled on my sexy knee high boots, and a little makeup. A green satin jumpsuit leftover from the ‘70s. And pearls, conservative yet sexy.
There he was, sitting and waiting for me at the park entrance; even more lovely in real life. His eyes looked up and down my long slender frame, my big breasts popping out of my tight outfit that covered everything yet hid nothing, and he smiled with appreciation, stopping short of lewdness.
His eyes! Damn, he had the eyes.
He stood, and was only as tall as my nose. We both had a sort of shocked moment; then he laughed, and I laughed, and it was ok. What was I thinking putting on 4” heels, I knew he was barely my height. The extra inequity only added to the kinky thrill of our meeting.
“Let’s go for a walk.” I suggested. There were trails through the woods, a single hiker went past, it was fairly private.
We sat in a hidden spot in the woods, talking quietly, sitting on a log, close. Very close, too close.
I reached out my hand, and put it in his. He smiled, shining with the thrill of the simple signal.
“You can stroke my hand and forearm if you want.” I told him.
Sunlight through the trees, quiet but for the hum of insects and birdsong. A boy and an old woman, getting together.
No, no, no; this was just too much. He was a child, I couldn’t do it. I turned my head and looked into his eyes, and fell into them. His eyes looked so familiar, they ate into my heart and tickled my clitoris.
He had a natural sensuality. And he seemed obedient. That was a fun idea.