They’d met when in the shopping centre, demons kept at bay,
Her task? To introduce herself, no shyness in the way.
The story he was writing was the icebreaker she sought.
However, when she questioned him, his answer needed thought.
“My tales are meant to bring a smile to every carefree mind.”
He said, describing filthy romps the best way he could find.
She loved to let some cheeky thoughts race freely in her head.
So she asked him for a sample she could take to bed.
When morning came, they made their way to where they’d met before.
“I had some lovely fun last night,” she told him, then said more.
“It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed a noisy, blissful strum,
And even longer since some cheeky words have helped me come.”
She told him if he wrote again, that she’d invite him round.
Based on his love of cheekiness and treasured common ground.
“I’d love to hear your wicked words in person,” she explained.
Thinking of the fun she’d have if rudely entertained.
She’d given hints on what she liked to hear him talk about,
To help her when he spoke to her and rudely sort her out,
He penned a piece that ticked her boxes, touched her bases too.
A gentle blend of fun and filth to bring forth something new.
“I cannot wait, but guess I will,” she said next time they met.
‘This time tomorrow,’ they agreed, and so a date was set.
Like teenagers, the fifty-somethings counted down the clock,
Until the moment he arrived to give her door a knock.
“Please do come in,” she said with joy, then took him by the hand.
He smiled right back, they giggled, full of mischief they had planned.
Dressed down to knickers, they lay down, excitement set to peak,
Her fingers poised to slip inside as he began to speak.
The story blended sweetly with her fingers as they slid.
And matched the noises that she made and everything she did.
“This is truly lovely,” she said softly with a grin.
And saw such vivid pictures, to a growing heat within.
With every line and image formed, her sweet excitement grew.
All her dreams slipped into place, she’d hoped, and now she knew,
His turn of phrase, the gentle pace, his reassuring smile,
The way he knew the time to pause and linger for a while.
Feeling pulses strengthen as his story gathered heat,
Busily excited by his welcome mischief treat.
Her thoughts sprang forth with new ideas with every word and deed.
“If I do you, will you do me?” she asked, and he agreed.
As, side by side, their faces beamed, his touch slipped gently in,
“You’re up for this!” she giggled as she stroked him with a grin.
His storytelling soldiered on, as did his massage too.
Her body charged with pleasure, her mind filled with what to do.
She pulled, he plunged, and stuttered as they turned each other on.
Inhibitions vanished; nervous baggage? Now, all gone.
With each fresh move, the room was filled with sounds of joy and thrill.
Their bodies sweetly squirming as they played some Jack and Jill.
Between their breathless giggles and their focused work to please,
He took her to the edge, then trembled wildly at the knees.
“Let’s go for it!” she shouted as she felt his body buckle.
“I’m on the case,” he bellowed back as she began to chuckle.
He sighed. She squealed. Her clit caught fire. They laughed; they didn’t care.
As she unlocked his cock and sent its contents through the air.
“Both at once!” she cried out loud, her climax taking hold.
And as she writhed and bellowed, she kept pulling, and he groaned.
His fingers kept exciting her until she’d climaxed out
With rosy cheeks and happy thoughts, they’d much to talk about,
“I hope there’ll be a next time soon,” she said, with smiling eyes.
He shared this view and told her, which was not a big surprise.
“We’re neither of us teenagers, but that’s just fine with me.”
He told her as he kissed her on her lips quite cheekily.
Their first encounter ended well. Broad smiles behind the door.
And within half an hour, she had sent a message: “More!”
