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Things you don’t expect. Part 2.

Just then Lisa’s puppy bounded through the door that was slightly open. Seeing new blood he leapt toward Lydia, his tongue flopping in front of this snout searching for somewhere to lick.
“This is Buhari, obviously he is friendly and starved for attention.”
Lydia reached down to pet him but he jumped into her arms craning his neck in an effort to lick her face causing her to momentarily lose her balance and fall into me. I grabbed her around the waist and held on until she steadied herself.
“Thank you; he is lovely isn’t he?”“Yes, if you pet him he is your friend for life and he’ll do anything to get you to keep it up.”“I love dogs. I’m sure we will get along great.”
Her eyes in a fixed stare toward me. She was so cute and engaging I was lost in her gaze. Suddenly aware I was staring I looked away, embarrassed.
“There really isn’t much more to see, but follow me.”
She set Buhari on the floor and followed me past the parlour, where I paused momentarily to show her the remote and how to work the TV. That training complete I led her down the hall and past the 3/4 bath before stopping at the doorway to the larger of the two guest rooms, Buhari dancing on her left heel the entire way. Waving my hand across the space of the open door I said; “I hope this room is acceptable, it is the larger of the two guest rooms and the closest to the bathroom. It has a queen size bed, I just changed the bedsheet, and while I have no firsthand knowledge others have told me it is quite comfortable.”
She walked past me, turned jumped and flopped backwards onto the bed while extending her arm to prevent the beer from pouring out of the bottle. “Well, there is no time like the present, it is very comfortable come here and join me so next time you have guests you can say with certainty how comfortable it is.” She said as she patted the top of the mattress.
I really wanted to fall down next to her, but I just said “I’ll take your word for it.”
“I won’t bite, it’s just research, after all we’ve known each other for years and it’s not like I’m going to attack you.”
I stood still, reached down and picked up Buhari delighting him by rubbing behind his ears. Her brow furrowed above her eyes that never left mine.
“Do I use the bath we just passed?”“Yes it is the only bath in the house other than the one in the master.”“Your master has an en-suite? Does it have a tub? I noticed the bathroom we passed only has a shower and I am really more of a bath person. If it has a tub, would it be alright if I used it?”
I really couldn’t say no, so I led her down the hall to the master bedroom.
“What a beautiful room and a king size bed. Don’t you get cold in it all alone?” a wide grin forming on her innocent face.“No I really don’t get cold.”“So you sleep in pajamas then? Am sure you look really cute on it!”I took the bait and before I thought about what I was saying I blurted out “No, actually I sleep in the naked.”“Really? Me too, but I get cold when I roll over so I pretty much stay in the same place on the bed all night”
The direction this conversation was taking was increasing my discomfort. I wanted desperately to reach around her pull her into me and kiss her passionately. Instead, turned and walked toward the master bath, Buhari in my arms and Lydia a step behind.
“Wow a deep soaking tub, if it’s OK I will use this for sure.” She exclaimed.“Sure, use it anytime, my wife loved it but I’ve never been in it. I hope it still holds water.”“Great thank you” she raced over, taking the puppy out of my arms and walking back into the bedroom, stopping suddenly before turning to face me. The puppy was all that was between us and I could feel her breath on my face again. I stood stiff, expressionless for what seemed an eternity until Buhari broke the moment with a weak bark.“OK then that is pretty much the entire house. Please make yourself at home and feel to drink and eat anything you can find. I knew I was leaving for a couple of days so the refrigerator and cupboards are pretty bare, but there is wine in the cabinet and there is more beer in the refrigerator in the store.”“Perfect I love both, and I’m sure I won’t starve.”
I felt myself losing the fight to give in to her obvious advances and the desire for her building inside me but somehow found the strength to turn and walk out of the room. Once back in the living room, I asked her if she had any questions.
“Nope, I think Buhari and I will do great.” She tipped the bottle, downing the last of her beer. “Don’t worry about a thing.”“I really have to get ready to go, or we could have another beer and something to eat” I said lamely.“Sure, I know, I’ll be going, what about a key?”“I almost forgot” reaching into my pocket, retrieving the key I had for her. She pulled my hand with the key toward her, rising to her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek as she slid it from my palm. “Good night then, I will see you when you get back, have a safe trip.”
With that she turned and walked to the front door, opened it and stepped into the night. I felt like such a fool. I wanted to be with her, she seemed to want to be with me, but I just could not get past our age difference and our history together. I went to the kitchen got another beer, sat on the couch and turned on the television searching for something to distract me, finding nothing I went to my closet, packed and went to bed.
The next morning I left on my trip. The entire time I thought of little else but Lydia. I made quick work of allaying our customers’ fears over delivery and was on my way home a full day early. It was late when the plane arrived so after I got my car from the car park and went straight home. I was beat; it had been a very long day. 
I dropped my bag by the front door, removing my clothes on my way to the bedroom without turning on any lights. Buhari who was apparently asleep in his bed didn’t stir. By the time I got to my bedroom the only thing I had on were my boxers which I stepped out of before I fell into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I was screaming “Whose there” but I couldn’t hear the words. There was a hand was on me; I tried to move my hand to push it away to no avail. I tried to squirm away but my willing mind couldn’t make my limbs move. Then one hand became two. In my mind’s eye I was watching this happen but could do nothing. I continued trying to force my body to move, hands were rubbing and stroking every part of me. I felt myself hyperventilating; I was hearing words that I couldn’t understand. I strained to hear them clearly.
“Relax I won’t hurt you.” I drew a deep breath and relaxed slightly suddenly aware the hands I was staining against were not harming me but rather attempting to provide comfort. They were stroking my skin. I stopped thrashing and began to enjoy the touch. I felt them stroking my face, chest and stomach.
It was soothing; I relaxed more as the stroking continued, across my hips and to the inside of my thighs. I felt an erection growing as the hands slid up from my ass to my testicles. They worked in unison one softly rubbing my testicles while the other stroked and pressed on my perineum. I couldn’t move, my body was trapped by my mind.
One hand continued to work my testicles and perineum as the other moved to my fully erect and throbbing dick gently stroking and tenderly rubbing the underside of the head. The pace was slow and tantalizing. I felt an orgasm slowly building when the hand was replaced by the wet warmth of lips kissing the head repeatedly before devouring my entire length, sucking as it moved rhythmically along the shaft. I panted with delight as my testicles tightened before I came with a force and volume I had never experienced.
A soft kiss on the head of my penis and the faceless form disappeared. I woke before my alarm went off, groggy from my dreams and deep sleep. I rolled over feeling a cool wet spot under my hip. I frowned; it had only been a dream, a deeply satisfying, erotic dream but a dream nevertheless. As I rolled onto my elbow to sit up, I heard water running, and then I didn’t.
Just like last night I was imagining things. I rolled out of bed and stood, as I gained my balance and took a step toward the bathroom the door opened revealing Lydia, her stunning naked body glistening with beads of water not yet dried after her bath. “Good Morning sleepyhead” She said.
I was still asleep and dreaming. I reached across my body pinched my arm with my opposite hand, jumping when pain rocketed to my shoulder. I fell back onto the bed, motionless, and mute my eyes wide. I blinked repeatedly as you do when you can’t believe what you are seeing as she moved across the room and sat next to me on the edge of the bed pushing her arm around my neck and pulling me closer.
“Am I dreaming again?” I finally managed.“No you most certainly are not” I tried to wake you last night but you were dead to the world, I really enjoyed myself and you really surprised me.”“Surprised you how exactly?”“By sleeping through my oral explorations of course, what did you think I meant?”“Nothing, you really are right here? This is not a dream?”“No dream, I am here and I plan to stay unless you kick me out, I have wanted to be with you for some time and now that I am I have no intention of leaving.”“You are magnificent and I love the thought of you and me, but I’m almost 60 and you are still in the prime of your life. What would you want with an old man like me?”“I have loved you almost since I first met you, we know almost everything about each other, and what drives me crazy has the same effect on you. Please enough talk now, let’s begin with an experience neither of us will ever forget.”
She pushed me back; her slightly open mouth met my lips allowing our tongues to penetrate each other’s loving mouths

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Things you don’t expect. Part 2. 18+


Things you don’t expect. Part 2.

Just then Lisa’s puppy bounded through the door that was slightly open. Seeing new blood he leapt toward Lydia, his tongue flopping in front of this snout searching for somewhere to lick.
“This is Buhari, obviously he is friendly and starved for attention.”
Lydia reached down to pet him but he jumped into her arms craning his neck in an effort to lick her face causing her to momentarily lose her balance and fall into me. I grabbed her around the waist and held on until she steadied herself.
“Thank you; he is lovely isn’t he?”“Yes, if you pet him he is your friend for life and he’ll do anything to get you to keep it up.”“I love dogs. I’m sure we will get along great.”
Her eyes in a fixed stare toward me. She was so cute and engaging I was lost in her gaze. Suddenly aware I was staring I looked away, embarrassed.
“There really isn’t much more to see, but follow me.”
She set Buhari on the floor and followed me past the parlour, where I paused momentarily to show her the remote and how to work the TV. That training complete I led her down the hall and past the 3/4 bath before stopping at the doorway to the larger of the two guest rooms, Buhari dancing on her left heel the entire way. Waving my hand across the space of the open door I said; “I hope this room is acceptable, it is the larger of the two guest rooms and the closest to the bathroom. It has a queen size bed, I just changed the bedsheet, and while I have no firsthand knowledge others have told me it is quite comfortable.”
She walked past me, turned jumped and flopped backwards onto the bed while extending her arm to prevent the beer from pouring out of the bottle. “Well, there is no time like the present, it is very comfortable come here and join me so next time you have guests you can say with certainty how comfortable it is.” She said as she patted the top of the mattress.
I really wanted to fall down next to her, but I just said “I’ll take your word for it.”
“I won’t bite, it’s just research, after all we’ve known each other for years and it’s not like I’m going to attack you.”
I stood still, reached down and picked up Buhari delighting him by rubbing behind his ears. Her brow furrowed above her eyes that never left mine.
“Do I use the bath we just passed?”“Yes it is the only bath in the house other than the one in the master.”“Your master has an en-suite? Does it have a tub? I noticed the bathroom we passed only has a shower and I am really more of a bath person. If it has a tub, would it be alright if I used it?”
I really couldn’t say no, so I led her down the hall to the master bedroom.
“What a beautiful room and a king size bed. Don’t you get cold in it all alone?” a wide grin forming on her innocent face.“No I really don’t get cold.”“So you sleep in pajamas then? Am sure you look really cute on it!”I took the bait and before I thought about what I was saying I blurted out “No, actually I sleep in the naked.”“Really? Me too, but I get cold when I roll over so I pretty much stay in the same place on the bed all night”
The direction this conversation was taking was increasing my discomfort. I wanted desperately to reach around her pull her into me and kiss her passionately. Instead, turned and walked toward the master bath, Buhari in my arms and Lydia a step behind.
“Wow a deep soaking tub, if it’s OK I will use this for sure.” She exclaimed.“Sure, use it anytime, my wife loved it but I’ve never been in it. I hope it still holds water.”“Great thank you” she raced over, taking the puppy out of my arms and walking back into the bedroom, stopping suddenly before turning to face me. The puppy was all that was between us and I could feel her breath on my face again. I stood stiff, expressionless for what seemed an eternity until Buhari broke the moment with a weak bark.“OK then that is pretty much the entire house. Please make yourself at home and feel to drink and eat anything you can find. I knew I was leaving for a couple of days so the refrigerator and cupboards are pretty bare, but there is wine in the cabinet and there is more beer in the refrigerator in the store.”“Perfect I love both, and I’m sure I won’t starve.”
I felt myself losing the fight to give in to her obvious advances and the desire for her building inside me but somehow found the strength to turn and walk out of the room. Once back in the living room, I asked her if she had any questions.
“Nope, I think Buhari and I will do great.” She tipped the bottle, downing the last of her beer. “Don’t worry about a thing.”“I really have to get ready to go, or we could have another beer and something to eat” I said lamely.“Sure, I know, I’ll be going, what about a key?”“I almost forgot” reaching into my pocket, retrieving the key I had for her. She pulled my hand with the key toward her, rising to her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek as she slid it from my palm. “Good night then, I will see you when you get back, have a safe trip.”
With that she turned and walked to the front door, opened it and stepped into the night. I felt like such a fool. I wanted to be with her, she seemed to want to be with me, but I just could not get past our age difference and our history together. I went to the kitchen got another beer, sat on the couch and turned on the television searching for something to distract me, finding nothing I went to my closet, packed and went to bed.
The next morning I left on my trip. The entire time I thought of little else but Lydia. I made quick work of allaying our customers’ fears over delivery and was on my way home a full day early. It was late when the plane arrived so after I got my car from the car park and went straight home. I was beat; it had been a very long day. 
I dropped my bag by the front door, removing my clothes on my way to the bedroom without turning on any lights. Buhari who was apparently asleep in his bed didn’t stir. By the time I got to my bedroom the only thing I had on were my boxers which I stepped out of before I fell into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I was screaming “Whose there” but I couldn’t hear the words. There was a hand was on me; I tried to move my hand to push it away to no avail. I tried to squirm away but my willing mind couldn’t make my limbs move. Then one hand became two. In my mind’s eye I was watching this happen but could do nothing. I continued trying to force my body to move, hands were rubbing and stroking every part of me. I felt myself hyperventilating; I was hearing words that I couldn’t understand. I strained to hear them clearly.
“Relax I won’t hurt you.” I drew a deep breath and relaxed slightly suddenly aware the hands I was staining against were not harming me but rather attempting to provide comfort. They were stroking my skin. I stopped thrashing and began to enjoy the touch. I felt them stroking my face, chest and stomach.
It was soothing; I relaxed more as the stroking continued, across my hips and to the inside of my thighs. I felt an erection growing as the hands slid up from my ass to my testicles. They worked in unison one softly rubbing my testicles while the other stroked and pressed on my perineum. I couldn’t move, my body was trapped by my mind.
One hand continued to work my testicles and perineum as the other moved to my fully erect and throbbing dick gently stroking and tenderly rubbing the underside of the head. The pace was slow and tantalizing. I felt an orgasm slowly building when the hand was replaced by the wet warmth of lips kissing the head repeatedly before devouring my entire length, sucking as it moved rhythmically along the shaft. I panted with delight as my testicles tightened before I came with a force and volume I had never experienced.
A soft kiss on the head of my penis and the faceless form disappeared. I woke before my alarm went off, groggy from my dreams and deep sleep. I rolled over feeling a cool wet spot under my hip. I frowned; it had only been a dream, a deeply satisfying, erotic dream but a dream nevertheless. As I rolled onto my elbow to sit up, I heard water running, and then I didn’t.
Just like last night I was imagining things. I rolled out of bed and stood, as I gained my balance and took a step toward the bathroom the door opened revealing Lydia, her stunning naked body glistening with beads of water not yet dried after her bath. “Good Morning sleepyhead” She said.
I was still asleep and dreaming. I reached across my body pinched my arm with my opposite hand, jumping when pain rocketed to my shoulder. I fell back onto the bed, motionless, and mute my eyes wide. I blinked repeatedly as you do when you can’t believe what you are seeing as she moved across the room and sat next to me on the edge of the bed pushing her arm around my neck and pulling me closer.
“Am I dreaming again?” I finally managed.“No you most certainly are not” I tried to wake you last night but you were dead to the world, I really enjoyed myself and you really surprised me.”“Surprised you how exactly?”“By sleeping through my oral explorations of course, what did you think I meant?”“Nothing, you really are right here? This is not a dream?”“No dream, I am here and I plan to stay unless you kick me out, I have wanted to be with you for some time and now that I am I have no intention of leaving.”“You are magnificent and I love the thought of you and me, but I’m almost 60 and you are still in the prime of your life. What would you want with an old man like me?”“I have loved you almost since I first met you, we know almost everything about each other, and what drives me crazy has the same effect on you. Please enough talk now, let’s begin with an experience neither of us will ever forget.”
She pushed me back; her slightly open mouth met my lips allowing our tongues to penetrate each other’s loving mouths

Things you don’t expect. Part 2.

Just then Lisa’s puppy bounded through the door that was slightly open. Seeing new blood he leapt toward Lydia, his tongue flopping in front of this snout searching for somewhere to lick.
“This is Buhari, obviously he is friendly and starved for attention.”
Lydia reached down to pet him but he jumped into her arms craning his neck in an effort to lick her face causing her to momentarily lose her balance and fall into me. I grabbed her around the waist and held on until she steadied herself.
“Thank you; he is lovely isn’t he?”“Yes, if you pet him he is your friend for life and he’ll do anything to get you to keep it up.”“I love dogs. I’m sure we will get along great.”
Her eyes in a fixed stare toward me. She was so cute and engaging I was lost in her gaze. Suddenly aware I was staring I looked away, embarrassed.
“There really isn’t much more to see, but follow me.”
She set Buhari on the floor and followed me past the parlour, where I paused momentarily to show her the remote and how to work the TV. That training complete I led her down the hall and past the 3/4 bath before stopping at the doorway to the larger of the two guest rooms, Buhari dancing on her left heel the entire way. Waving my hand across the space of the open door I said; “I hope this room is acceptable, it is the larger of the two guest rooms and the closest to the bathroom. It has a queen size bed, I just changed the bedsheet, and while I have no firsthand knowledge others have told me it is quite comfortable.”
She walked past me, turned jumped and flopped backwards onto the bed while extending her arm to prevent the beer from pouring out of the bottle. “Well, there is no time like the present, it is very comfortable come here and join me so next time you have guests you can say with certainty how comfortable it is.” She said as she patted the top of the mattress.
I really wanted to fall down next to her, but I just said “I’ll take your word for it.”
“I won’t bite, it’s just research, after all we’ve known each other for years and it’s not like I’m going to attack you.”
I stood still, reached down and picked up Buhari delighting him by rubbing behind his ears. Her brow furrowed above her eyes that never left mine.
“Do I use the bath we just passed?”“Yes it is the only bath in the house other than the one in the master.”“Your master has an en-suite? Does it have a tub? I noticed the bathroom we passed only has a shower and I am really more of a bath person. If it has a tub, would it be alright if I used it?”
I really couldn’t say no, so I led her down the hall to the master bedroom.
“What a beautiful room and a king size bed. Don’t you get cold in it all alone?” a wide grin forming on her innocent face.“No I really don’t get cold.”“So you sleep in pajamas then? Am sure you look really cute on it!”I took the bait and before I thought about what I was saying I blurted out “No, actually I sleep in the naked.”“Really? Me too, but I get cold when I roll over so I pretty much stay in the same place on the bed all night”
The direction this conversation was taking was increasing my discomfort. I wanted desperately to reach around her pull her into me and kiss her passionately. Instead, turned and walked toward the master bath, Buhari in my arms and Lydia a step behind.
“Wow a deep soaking tub, if it’s OK I will use this for sure.” She exclaimed.“Sure, use it anytime, my wife loved it but I’ve never been in it. I hope it still holds water.”“Great thank you” she raced over, taking the puppy out of my arms and walking back into the bedroom, stopping suddenly before turning to face me. The puppy was all that was between us and I could feel her breath on my face again. I stood stiff, expressionless for what seemed an eternity until Buhari broke the moment with a weak bark.“OK then that is pretty much the entire house. Please make yourself at home and feel to drink and eat anything you can find. I knew I was leaving for a couple of days so the refrigerator and cupboards are pretty bare, but there is wine in the cabinet and there is more beer in the refrigerator in the store.”“Perfect I love both, and I’m sure I won’t starve.”
I felt myself losing the fight to give in to her obvious advances and the desire for her building inside me but somehow found the strength to turn and walk out of the room. Once back in the living room, I asked her if she had any questions.
“Nope, I think Buhari and I will do great.” She tipped the bottle, downing the last of her beer. “Don’t worry about a thing.”“I really have to get ready to go, or we could have another beer and something to eat” I said lamely.“Sure, I know, I’ll be going, what about a key?”“I almost forgot” reaching into my pocket, retrieving the key I had for her. She pulled my hand with the key toward her, rising to her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek as she slid it from my palm. “Good night then, I will see you when you get back, have a safe trip.”
With that she turned and walked to the front door, opened it and stepped into the night. I felt like such a fool. I wanted to be with her, she seemed to want to be with me, but I just could not get past our age difference and our history together. I went to the kitchen got another beer, sat on the couch and turned on the television searching for something to distract me, finding nothing I went to my closet, packed and went to bed.
The next morning I left on my trip. The entire time I thought of little else but Lydia. I made quick work of allaying our customers’ fears over delivery and was on my way home a full day early. It was late when the plane arrived so after I got my car from the car park and went straight home. I was beat; it had been a very long day. 
I dropped my bag by the front door, removing my clothes on my way to the bedroom without turning on any lights. Buhari who was apparently asleep in his bed didn’t stir. By the time I got to my bedroom the only thing I had on were my boxers which I stepped out of before I fell into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I was screaming “Whose there” but I couldn’t hear the words. There was a hand was on me; I tried to move my hand to push it away to no avail. I tried to squirm away but my willing mind couldn’t make my limbs move. Then one hand became two. In my mind’s eye I was watching this happen but could do nothing. I continued trying to force my body to move, hands were rubbing and stroking every part of me. I felt myself hyperventilating; I was hearing words that I couldn’t understand. I strained to hear them clearly.
“Relax I won’t hurt you.” I drew a deep breath and relaxed slightly suddenly aware the hands I was staining against were not harming me but rather attempting to provide comfort. They were stroking my skin. I stopped thrashing and began to enjoy the touch. I felt them stroking my face, chest and stomach.
It was soothing; I relaxed more as the stroking continued, across my hips and to the inside of my thighs. I felt an erection growing as the hands slid up from my ass to my testicles. They worked in unison one softly rubbing my testicles while the other stroked and pressed on my perineum. I couldn’t move, my body was trapped by my mind.
One hand continued to work my testicles and perineum as the other moved to my fully erect and throbbing dick gently stroking and tenderly rubbing the underside of the head. The pace was slow and tantalizing. I felt an orgasm slowly building when the hand was replaced by the wet warmth of lips kissing the head repeatedly before devouring my entire length, sucking as it moved rhythmically along the shaft. I panted with delight as my testicles tightened before I came with a force and volume I had never experienced.
A soft kiss on the head of my penis and the faceless form disappeared. I woke before my alarm went off, groggy from my dreams and deep sleep. I rolled over feeling a cool wet spot under my hip. I frowned; it had only been a dream, a deeply satisfying, erotic dream but a dream nevertheless. As I rolled onto my elbow to sit up, I heard water running, and then I didn’t.
Just like last night I was imagining things. I rolled out of bed and stood, as I gained my balance and took a step toward the bathroom the door opened revealing Lydia, her stunning naked body glistening with beads of water not yet dried after her bath. “Good Morning sleepyhead” She said.
I was still asleep and dreaming. I reached across my body pinched my arm with my opposite hand, jumping when pain rocketed to my shoulder. I fell back onto the bed, motionless, and mute my eyes wide. I blinked repeatedly as you do when you can’t believe what you are seeing as she moved across the room and sat next to me on the edge of the bed pushing her arm around my neck and pulling me closer.
“Am I dreaming again?” I finally managed.“No you most certainly are not” I tried to wake you last night but you were dead to the world, I really enjoyed myself and you really surprised me.”“Surprised you how exactly?”“By sleeping through my oral explorations of course, what did you think I meant?”“Nothing, you really are right here? This is not a dream?”“No dream, I am here and I plan to stay unless you kick me out, I have wanted to be with you for some time and now that I am I have no intention of leaving.”“You are magnificent and I love the thought of you and me, but I’m almost 60 and you are still in the prime of your life. What would you want with an old man like me?”“I have loved you almost since I first met you, we know almost everything about each other, and what drives me crazy has the same effect on you. Please enough talk now, let’s begin with an experience neither of us will ever forget.”
She pushed me back; her slightly open mouth met my lips allowing our tongues to penetrate each other’s loving mouths


Things you don’t expect. Part 2.

Just then Lisa’s puppy bounded through the door that was slightly open. Seeing new blood he leapt toward Lydia, his tongue flopping in front of this snout searching for somewhere to lick.
“This is Buhari, obviously he is friendly and starved for attention.”
Lydia reached down to pet him but he jumped into her arms craning his neck in an effort to lick her face causing her to momentarily lose her balance and fall into me. I grabbed her around the waist and held on until she steadied herself.
“Thank you; he is lovely isn’t he?”“Yes, if you pet him he is your friend for life and he’ll do anything to get you to keep it up.”“I love dogs. I’m sure we will get along great.”
Her eyes in a fixed stare toward me. She was so cute and engaging I was lost in her gaze. Suddenly aware I was staring I looked away, embarrassed.
“There really isn’t much more to see, but follow me.”
She set Buhari on the floor and followed me past the parlour, where I paused momentarily to show her the remote and how to work the TV. That training complete I led her down the hall and past the 3/4 bath before stopping at the doorway to the larger of the two guest rooms, Buhari dancing on her left heel the entire way. Waving my hand across the space of the open door I said; “I hope this room is acceptable, it is the larger of the two guest rooms and the closest to the bathroom. It has a queen size bed, I just changed the bedsheet, and while I have no firsthand knowledge others have told me it is quite comfortable.”
She walked past me, turned jumped and flopped backwards onto the bed while extending her arm to prevent the beer from pouring out of the bottle. “Well, there is no time like the present, it is very comfortable come here and join me so next time you have guests you can say with certainty how comfortable it is.” She said as she patted the top of the mattress.
I really wanted to fall down next to her, but I just said “I’ll take your word for it.”
“I won’t bite, it’s just research, after all we’ve known each other for years and it’s not like I’m going to attack you.”
I stood still, reached down and picked up Buhari delighting him by rubbing behind his ears. Her brow furrowed above her eyes that never left mine.
“Do I use the bath we just passed?”“Yes it is the only bath in the house other than the one in the master.”“Your master has an en-suite? Does it have a tub? I noticed the bathroom we passed only has a shower and I am really more of a bath person. If it has a tub, would it be alright if I used it?”
I really couldn’t say no, so I led her down the hall to the master bedroom.
“What a beautiful room and a king size bed. Don’t you get cold in it all alone?” a wide grin forming on her innocent face.“No I really don’t get cold.”“So you sleep in pajamas then? Am sure you look really cute on it!”I took the bait and before I thought about what I was saying I blurted out “No, actually I sleep in the naked.”“Really? Me too, but I get cold when I roll over so I pretty much stay in the same place on the bed all night”
The direction this conversation was taking was increasing my discomfort. I wanted desperately to reach around her pull her into me and kiss her passionately. Instead, turned and walked toward the master bath, Buhari in my arms and Lydia a step behind.
“Wow a deep soaking tub, if it’s OK I will use this for sure.” She exclaimed.“Sure, use it anytime, my wife loved it but I’ve never been in it. I hope it still holds water.”“Great thank you” she raced over, taking the puppy out of my arms and walking back into the bedroom, stopping suddenly before turning to face me. The puppy was all that was between us and I could feel her breath on my face again. I stood stiff, expressionless for what seemed an eternity until Buhari broke the moment with a weak bark.“OK then that is pretty much the entire house. Please make yourself at home and feel to drink and eat anything you can find. I knew I was leaving for a couple of days so the refrigerator and cupboards are pretty bare, but there is wine in the cabinet and there is more beer in the refrigerator in the store.”“Perfect I love both, and I’m sure I won’t starve.”
I felt myself losing the fight to give in to her obvious advances and the desire for her building inside me but somehow found the strength to turn and walk out of the room. Once back in the living room, I asked her if she had any questions.
“Nope, I think Buhari and I will do great.” She tipped the bottle, downing the last of her beer. “Don’t worry about a thing.”“I really have to get ready to go, or we could have another beer and something to eat” I said lamely.“Sure, I know, I’ll be going, what about a key?”“I almost forgot” reaching into my pocket, retrieving the key I had for her. She pulled my hand with the key toward her, rising to her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek as she slid it from my palm. “Good night then, I will see you when you get back, have a safe trip.”
With that she turned and walked to the front door, opened it and stepped into the night. I felt like such a fool. I wanted to be with her, she seemed to want to be with me, but I just could not get past our age difference and our history together. I went to the kitchen got another beer, sat on the couch and turned on the television searching for something to distract me, finding nothing I went to my closet, packed and went to bed.
The next morning I left on my trip. The entire time I thought of little else but Lydia. I made quick work of allaying our customers’ fears over delivery and was on my way home a full day early. It was late when the plane arrived so after I got my car from the car park and went straight home. I was beat; it had been a very long day. 
I dropped my bag by the front door, removing my clothes on my way to the bedroom without turning on any lights. Buhari who was apparently asleep in his bed didn’t stir. By the time I got to my bedroom the only thing I had on were my boxers which I stepped out of before I fell into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I was screaming “Whose there” but I couldn’t hear the words. There was a hand was on me; I tried to move my hand to push it away to no avail. I tried to squirm away but my willing mind couldn’t make my limbs move. Then one hand became two. In my mind’s eye I was watching this happen but could do nothing. I continued trying to force my body to move, hands were rubbing and stroking every part of me. I felt myself hyperventilating; I was hearing words that I couldn’t understand. I strained to hear them clearly.
“Relax I won’t hurt you.” I drew a deep breath and relaxed slightly suddenly aware the hands I was staining against were not harming me but rather attempting to provide comfort. They were stroking my skin. I stopped thrashing and began to enjoy the touch. I felt them stroking my face, chest and stomach.
It was soothing; I relaxed more as the stroking continued, across my hips and to the inside of my thighs. I felt an erection growing as the hands slid up from my ass to my testicles. They worked in unison one softly rubbing my testicles while the other stroked and pressed on my perineum. I couldn’t move, my body was trapped by my mind.
One hand continued to work my testicles and perineum as the other moved to my fully erect and throbbing dick gently stroking and tenderly rubbing the underside of the head. The pace was slow and tantalizing. I felt an orgasm slowly building when the hand was replaced by the wet warmth of lips kissing the head repeatedly before devouring my entire length, sucking as it moved rhythmically along the shaft. I panted with delight as my testicles tightened before I came with a force and volume I had never experienced.
A soft kiss on the head of my penis and the faceless form disappeared. I woke before my alarm went off, groggy from my dreams and deep sleep. I rolled over feeling a cool wet spot under my hip. I frowned; it had only been a dream, a deeply satisfying, erotic dream but a dream nevertheless. As I rolled onto my elbow to sit up, I heard water running, and then I didn’t.
Just like last night I was imagining things. I rolled out of bed and stood, as I gained my balance and took a step toward the bathroom the door opened revealing Lydia, her stunning naked body glistening with beads of water not yet dried after her bath. “Good Morning sleepyhead” She said.
I was still asleep and dreaming. I reached across my body pinched my arm with my opposite hand, jumping when pain rocketed to my shoulder. I fell back onto the bed, motionless, and mute my eyes wide. I blinked repeatedly as you do when you can’t believe what you are seeing as she moved across the room and sat next to me on the edge of the bed pushing her arm around my neck and pulling me closer.
“Am I dreaming again?” I finally managed.“No you most certainly are not” I tried to wake you last night but you were dead to the world, I really enjoyed myself and you really surprised me.”“Surprised you how exactly?”“By sleeping through my oral explorations of course, what did you think I meant?”“Nothing, you really are right here? This is not a dream?”“No dream, I am here and I plan to stay unless you kick me out, I have wanted to be with you for some time and now that I am I have no intention of leaving.”“You are magnificent and I love the thought of you and me, but I’m almost 60 and you are still in the prime of your life. What would you want with an old man like me?”“I have loved you almost since I first met you, we know almost everything about each other, and what drives me crazy has the same effect on you. Please enough talk now, let’s begin with an experience neither of us will ever forget.”
She pushed me back; her slightly open mouth met my lips allowing our tongues to penetrate each other’s loving mouths

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