Velma Ann

Velma Ann

I had become a big Facebook user when it was at its most popular presence. I met a lot of people of all ages and nationalities on the social media platform. It was a great way to network in like interest of subjects. People formed groups of hobbies, professional careers, politics and just about any topic imaginable. Your social network grew through business acquaintances, family, friends and friends of friends. Social media was the new way to voice your thoughts and opinions.

Often, I would look at the profile of people that commented on other posts. I would send a message or try to contact ladies that looked interesting. Sometimes people would contact me also. Facebook would also send out suggested friends to people who had mutual friends listed.

When I came across a lady named Velma Ann, I thought she was attractive and sent her a message. She did not respond for a couple days but I did get a return message from her. From there, we sent messages back and forth for months. The messages got more private as time passed.

I learned that she lived about 2 hours away. I had family very close to her so I was able to talk about local events. I knew of restaurants and entertainment places near her. My dad was in an assisted living home near there and she was familiar with that area as well.

Velma told me that she was married but not happily. It was her second husband and he did not treat her like he should. Intimacy had disappeared from their marriage long ago. They were just man and woman living in the same house.

Even if Velma was 27 years older than I, I took an interest in her. Age is only a number to me. She never asked my age until we were corresponding for several months. By this time, she had developed a special bond with me. She was surprised at my age because of the way I corresponded with her. She never suspected I was only fifty-three, while she was eighty.

Over the next couple years, we had gotten very close. We had gotten to the point where we talked about sexual pleasures and such. She was typical of a lady of that generation. Her husband was from the generation that thought sex was for his pleasure only. The wife was there to satisfy his needs and to bear children.

While talking to me, she learned that sex was supposed to be mutual. The lady should enjoy it as much as the man. She admitted that with in the last 20 years, she learned to satisfy herself with her hands. She learned that there was a spot that she touched that sent chills up her spine. She also learned how sensitive her nipples were.

Suddenly her husband passed away. Her heart was not broken at the time but then society made her feel guilty about not being hurt that she lost her husband. Society had no idea what type of marriage they lived, but they were quick to judge. This prompted her to tell me she had to stop corresponding with me. I will admit that I was heartbroken but I had never met her in person so I got over it.

About a year after her husband passed away, I got a message from Velma Ann. She apologized for pushing me away. I told her that I understood and if we would just move forward, it would be okay with me. We quickly caught up from the past year and became intimate online once again. Velma was missing intimacy in her life for a very long time so she was open and happy with the attention I gave her.

After a couple weeks of reuniting, I decided to see if we could meet for lunch. I told her that I was planning on going see my dad on a weekday and would like to have lunch with her. Once she accepted the idea, I asked what was the best day for her. We agreed on the following Wednesday.

I thought it was best to request off of work on the Wednesday and Thursday. I booked a hotel room at a nearby casino. I did not tell her about the room until the night before our scheduled meeting. I simply told her that if she wanted, we could dinner also since I was staying the night.

I think I caught her by surprise with me staying the night, but I often did that when I visited my dad. It was just easier to spend the day with him and not worry about driving back late. The casino had horse racing also and I enjoyed watching the races. I was not a gambler but I found it interesting to watch. It was not racing season so the only reason I got a room was so I could spend more time with Velma Ann.

On Wednesday morning, I traveled to see my dad in the assisted living home he was in. We spent a couple hours together then I told him I was meeting a friend for lunch and would return after. Dad never questioned who I was meeting because he knew I had friends all over that I went to college with or met with work.

I met Velma Ann at a local restaurant that she picked. She was a very attractive lady. I thought she looked better in person instead of the pictures I saw of her. She was about five feet two inches tall. She was not skinny but not fat either. She had mentioned to me before that she weighted about a hundred and eighty pounds. Her hair was sort of grey and white mixed and cut short with what looked like a loose perm. The back at the neck line was straight, much like the style common to grandmothers.

Once she walked from the side of her car, I could see her whole body. Her breasts were average, she had a rounded belly and a rounded backside. She was wearing a dark blue A-Line skirt that fell below her knees and a matching printed blouse. I noticed her ankles were thin and her small feet were covered in stylish flats.

We met each other on the sidewalk to the entrance of the restaurant. I took her hand and reached for a kiss on her cheek. We exchanged pleasantries before I opened the door for her and let her walk in first. The hostess quickly greeted us and asked us to follow her to a table.

I walked behind Velma Ann so I could see her from the backside. I watched as her bottom swayed as she walked. Each cheek of her bottom would rise and lower alternately with each step she took. I got lost in the moment and had to snap out of it so it was not obvious to the other patrons that I was looking at her backside. I was really undressing her in my mind.

We sat at the table and began talking. We both ordered water with lemon for our drinks. I was not that hungry and I ordered an appetizer for my meal. Velma laughed and said she never thought about doing that. She said she never eats a whole entre so ordering an appetizer for a meal was a good idea.

The conversation never went quiet. Velma was an interesting lady. I enjoyed watching her talk about much as hearing her. Even with my southern accent, I thought she had an accent also. She had a very pretty smile with beautiful brown eyes. I was happy to see that she did not wear her wedding ring any longer.

Our meal was served and we slowly ate as we talked. We were both enjoying each other's company. We sat there for nearly two hours eating and talking. I am sure I must have told her a dozen times how nice she looked.

The waitress kept passing by and I considered it a hint that they would like us to leave and not occupy a table this long. I asked Velma if she wanted to join me for dinner also. I told her I was staying at the casino and maybe we could eat at the casino. She thought that was a good idea and we decided on meeting at six that evening. I walked her back to her car and opened her door before helping her in. I reached in and kissed her cheek again. I told her I was looking forward to this evening.

Velma said she would go home and take care of a few things before coming back to meet me. I wanted to go back and visit my dad for a couple hours. I always wanted to pick up some things for my hotel room just in case Velma decided to join me in after dinner.

I sat up with my dad for a couple more hours and told him that I was going to the casino for a bit before dinner. He already knew I was spending the night but he had no idea I was meeting a lady close to his age.

I located a grocery store and thought I would stop in for a bottle of wine. She had already told me she enjoyed a glass of red wine every now and then. I also saw the store had a wide selection of candles. I picked out a scent that I thought was romantic. I made sure I picked up a cork screw as well. I was not too worried about the glasses, the hotel had real glass for the glasses and not the plastic ones.

Once I arrived back at the hotel, I went to my room and got things ready just in case Velma wanted to visit in my room. I put the wine to chill in the ice bucket and lit the candle to get the aroma started. I did like the scent and thought it would be perfect to light once Velma came to my room. My room was on the third floor and I had a balcony looking towards the paddock area of the race track.

I freshened up knowing Velma would arrive soon. I did not want to seem too anxious but I wanted to be ready. I was not sure if she wanted to meet in my room or the restaurant once she arrived. I had even bought a small tube of lubricant at the store just in case it was needed. I put it in the drawer on the night stand beside the bed. I wanted to be prepared for anything that might take place.

Just as I looked to make sure my room was ready, my phone rang. It was Velma telling me she was in the lobby of the casino. I told her I would be right there. I knew there was sitting area in the entrance area so I asked her to have a seat while waiting for me.

I rushed to the elevator so I could get to Velma as quick as I could. This had to be the slowest elevator I had ever been on or I was just that impatient. Once I got to the ground floor, I rushed over to the casino. As I got to the hotel entrance, I slowed down so I would not seem so eager to Velma.

When Velma saw me walk in, she stood up to greet me. I almost did not recognize her. She was not wearing the skirt and blouse from earlier. She was now in a pretty knee length pastel colored dress. She wearing a different pair of flats than earlier too. Velma definitely dressed like an elegant lady.

When I complimented her on how lovely she looked and that I was surprised she had changed. She had a silly grin on her face and said that she wanted to look extra special for me. She told me that she had purchased that dress for her grandsons graduation from medical school last year. That was a special occasion and this is the second time she wore it. She then turned all the way around to show me the entire outfit. There were no words to describe how lovely this matured lady looked.

I took Velma by the hand and started walking towards the steak house inside the casino. We passed by the slot machines and some of the card tables. There was a lounge to the left and she suggested we go in there first.

We each ordered a glass of wine and listened to the piano player located in the far corner. Velma had positioned herself sitting close to me. I was really enjoying the evening so far. I was excited to be seen with such a pretty lady on my arm.

One of my favorite songs came on so I asked Velma if she wanted to dance. With a shy look on her face, she questioned if that was not too slow of a song. I said I did not mind dancing slow with her if she didn't mind. With that said, we stood up and walked over to the dance floor. We joined a few other couples dancing also. Velma fit in my arms perfectly. I pulled her in closer to me and she cuddled her head on my shoulder.

Once the song was over, we walked back to the table and one of the other couples told us how well we danced together. Velma laughed a little and I said that it was the first time we ever danced together. They introduced themselves as Gayle and Henry. For the next hour or so, we danced almost every song together and Gayle and Henry were right alongside.

During one of our conversations with Gayle and Henry, we had mentioned we were wanting to dine in the steakhouse later. Gayle said they had just been there and it was not so great. Henry suggested we go about a mile down the road to another restaurant if we wanted steak. While we danced the next song, Velma told me she was not very hungry and could do without a meal.

I asked what she would suggest we do. I then suggested we get a glass of wine and we can go to my room and watch TV. Velma's eyes lit up and she smiled. I did not have to hear an answer. I knew that meant yes.

With that, we told Gayle and Henry that we would call it a night and said how much we enjoyed their company. They told us they come here often and might see us again sometime. Velma and I looked at each other and agreed that it would be nice.

As we walked away from the couple, I told her that I had wine in my room so we really did not have to get a glass here. She said she could not drink much more if she had to drive home. I told her she did not have to drive anywhere until after check out in the morning if she wanted. She smiled and said that we should stop by her car on the way to the hotel lobby and get her bag.

With out a second thought, we walked through the casino exit door and to her car. As she unlocked her car, I asked why she had a bag packed. Her answer was spot on. She told me the same reason I had a bottle of wine in my room. As she bent over to get her bag out of her car, I could not help but look at her backside.

I took her bag from her and we walked back to the hotel lobby. We approached the elevator and as soon as the door closed behind us, I reached to Velma and kissed her unexpected lips. She purred as I gently pressed my lips against hers. I felt her body relax as my hands wrapped around her torso.

As I felt the elevator stop on my floor, I released Velma before the door opened. I would not want to be displayed for unexpected visitors. As Velma backed away from me, she looked at me like a little puppy dog and said how nice that was. The doors opened and we both tried to look as innocent as possible.

I gestured to Velma Ann to exit the elevator and go to the left. We walked 3 doors down and on the right was my room. The entrance doors to the rooms were set back in a little nook. There was a little tan acrylic plaque on the side the door indicating Suite 312.

As I inserted my room card into the door, I held it opened for Velma to walk in. As she walked in, she almost came to a complete stop and looked around. There was a nice size living room to the left as you walked in. On the right was a huge bathroom with a walk-in shower and in the far corner was a garden tub. The toilet was located behind the shower, out of the view of anyone walking in.

When you continue walking into the suite, there was a galley area next to the bathroom. There was a small refrigerator, coffee maker and a microwave oven. In the far end of the room was a king size bed and a work desk against the opposite wall. Several decorative lamps were placed in various places throughout the suite. Each wall had one or two pieces of art displayed.

I placed Velma's suitcase on the luggage rack in the corner next to the desk. I asked if she needed anything to come out the luggage now. She said she wanted her overnight bag to put in the bathroom. I unzipped the suitcase for her and let her get what she wanted out. Once she got her bag, she disappeared in the bathroom for a few minutes.

While Velma was in the bathroom, I lit the candle I bought earlier and poured two glasses of wine. I did not want to be too forward so I waited to turn the bed down. I put the TV on in the living room and the bedroom.

When Velma stepped out of the bathroom, I was seated on the couch in the living room. She slowly unbuttoned a couple buttons on the top of her dress and asked if that was the most comfortable place in the room. I took that as a hint and I leaped off the couch and took her hand in mine while I escorted her to the king-sized bed.

We were standing by the bed and I went to kiss her. I wanted to give her a passionate kiss before I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her dress. As my lips gently pressed against her lips, I felt her tense up a little. I felt that she was all of a sudden nervous. She broke the kiss and nodded to the two glasses of wine I had placed on the desk. She asked if that was for her. I laughed and said one of them was hers and one was mine.

I took a couple steps with Velma and we took a sip of the wine. While we were sipping the wine, I kicked off my shoes. Velma saw me take off my shoes and she did the same. I admired her feet. Her toe nails were painted a tender shade of red. Her toes looked nice and were proportionate to her small feet.

I reached for a button on her dress as she took another sip of her wine. She did not object this time so I continued with the remaining buttons. The buttons stopped at the waist line of the dress. She then let the dress fall to the floor and she was standing there in just her panties and bra.

I put my wine glass down and took my shirt off and tossed it across the room and it landed near the living room couch. I unhooked my belt and dropped my pants and stepped out of them. Now we are both standing there in our underwear.

I am not sure what type of underwear she was used to wearing but she had to remember what I told her I liked because she wore just as I liked it. Beige panty briefs are my favorite panties for a senior lady. The panties had a lined gusset and the front panel was solid however there was lace on the sides of the panel. She wore a matching bra also.

Before pressing my lips against hers, I told her how lovely she looked. She blushed a little and commented that she knows I was just saying that. I took her hand and led her to the bed. While kissing her again, I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let if fall in front of her and I reached for it and tossed it to the side.

The focus now was on her breasts. Her double D breasts were a lovely sight. Yes, they did sag, but were still full and rounded. Her nipples were light pink in color and about the size of the tip of my pinky finger. The areolas were slightly larger than a US quarter and the same color as her nipples. As I passed my hand over her breasts, her nipples reacted to my touch.

I began caressing the back of her torso then down to her back side. She felt so soft and cuddly. I put my thumbs in the waist band of her panties and pushed them down to her thighs. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and once again I told her how beautiful she looked.

With out being forceful, I gave her a gentle nudge to sit on the edge of the bed. While she lowed herself to sit on the bed, I dropped my boxer briefs and let them fall to the floor. My erection popped out and almost hit her in the face.

We now had our clothes scattered about the room. Clothes just tossed around like no one had any housekeeping training. Neither one of us cared at the moment. We were both caught up in the passion and nothing else mattered.

She gently touched my erection and as she looked at it, I told her that was proof I thought she was beautiful. She admitted to me that she had never really looked at a penis like this before. She continued by saying that her husband, as much as she remembers, did not look as appealing as this. I told her that he must not have been circumcised. Well, she said, this is much prettier that he had.

I knelt down in front of her and removed her panties, one leg at a time. As I went to toss them with the rest of our clothes, I took a quick sniff of the gusset. I knew she had never experienced oral sex before and I did not want to rush into that. No matter how much I wanted to smell and taste her, I knew I had time to do that later.

I took her right foot in my hands, and gently caressed her small tender feet. I was amazed at how soft and young her feet felt. Her toe nails were neatly trimmed and painted. Her heals and bottom of her feet were not rough and callused as I expected, but soft and maintained. I kissed the top of her right foot and Velma laid back on the bed.

With out releasing the right foot, I took the left foot in my hand. I continued caressing and kissing her feet while she moaned with pleasure. From my position, I could get a sneak peak of her pubic area as I massaged her feet. I could see a hint of light brown and grey pubic hair. She did not have much from what I could see at this point, but it was enough to say she was not shaved.

Velma Ann was getting more relaxed by the minutes that passed. Promising myself that I would go slow to show Velma the difference in making love and just having sex. From pervious conversations with her, I knew she never made love before. Her husband was not much of an affectionate and loving man. Intercourse was all she ever experienced. Their marriage had grown apart as time passed. Sex was just a duty she performed for her husband. Knowing she watched the soap operas and read romance novels; she knew better sex existed.

I placed her feet on my chest as I started to caressed her ankles and calves. Her ankles were small like her feet. I found this to be very appealing. As I caressed her calves, I could see she once wore heals as her calves were well developed for a lady her age. Evidence of her age showed with blue veins that were exposed on her legs. She had a few varicose veins also.

Velma was relaxing now and getting comfortable. As her legs relaxed, her knees separated. I alternated my caresses from one leg to the other. It felt natural to kiss her feet. I think I got lost in the moment as I kissed her feet. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself sucking on Velma's left big toe. Velma let out a loud whimper as she took a deep breath. I could tell this was something that she enjoyed.

Velma was now lost in the moment. This new experience encapsulated her mind. She was losing all sense of reticent and modesty. The mental and physical pleasures were taking over. She lost control of her mind. She was not just responding with instinct. Her heart was melting as I was taking over her wellbeing.

I knew at this point that I could do anything I desired and she would not realize it until after it was done. Yet, as vulnerable as Velma was, I would not want to do anything to lose that trust. She was letting nature take over her body and I did not want to be the one to ruin that for her. I was proud to be the one to take her to this other universe she was experiencing.

I caressed her legs and allowed my kisses to follow my hands. Velma did not resist any movements. I am not sure she was aware of what was really happening. My hands reached her inner thighs. My face was close enough that I could smell her aroma. Her scent was pleasing to me. You could tell she practiced good hygiene. I could smell a natural, clean scent. Mixed in with the clean scent, there was a hint of must.

I was ready to taste her. The scent was very pleasant I knew I wanted more. In one motion, before Velma knew what was happening, I kissed her vaginal lips. With out giving her a chance to resist, I licked the length of her outer lips and pushed my tongue inside. This caused Velma to instantaneously twitch involuntarily. I heard her moan and whisper words of encouragement to me.

I felt a rush of ejaculate against my tongue as I pressed my tongue deep inside of her vagina. Her pubic area was quivering as her hips were thrusting to meet my tongue. From the waist down, she was moving from side to side. Almost like nystagmus of the eyes, but much more forceful.

Velma was now begging me to stop. She was telling me she cannot handle the sensation any longer. I backed away and helped her lay in the bed with her head on the pillow. She removed her glasses and asked me to place them on the bedside table.

I lay beside her with my body facing her. Her face with bright with excitement but still flush from the intense orgasm. I kissed her lips and she closed her eyes until I backed off. She told me how she had never experienced anything so amazing. It made me feel good to hear her say that. I knew it was not over yet though.

With that, I kissed her passionately and cupped her right breasts with my left hand. She moaned as I caressed her breast and stimulated her nipple. Her nipples reacted to my touch by getting hard and slightly lager in size. My kisses moved down her neck, chest and on her left nipple. I sucked gently on her nipple while my hand made its way to her pubic mound.

Velma squirmed a little to get in a more comfortable position. She spread her legs and bent her knees to give me easier access. She was talking in a soft sultry voice. Her voice was mixed with moans and groans. Her words were of encouragement for me to continue pleasing her. She was grinding her pelvis against my hand. I switched my sucking to her right nipple. It was obvious she was becoming lost in passion once again.

I had never seen this side of Velma before tonight. Even if we had talked about sex, I had no idea how she would respond to me in person. She was not aggressive but she was letting me know how she felt. She was definitely letting me take the lead.

I was not sure how much longer I could hold off on penetrating Velma. I repositioned myself between her legs. I wanted to taste her one more time before I penetrated her. Knowing earlier she asked me to stop because it was too much for her to handle, I wanted to get another quick taste of her womanly nectar.

As I positioned myself between her legs. I grabbed a bath towel I had placed on the end table and spread it under her body. I quickly advanced to lick between her lips again. I made sure my tongue touched her clit. Velma had her eyes closed and she never saw what I was about to do. As soon as she felt my tongue touch her labia, she grabbed at my head. I made sure I was able to lick her clit before being obedient of her nonverbal requests.

Her body twitched as my tongue briefly passed over her clit. As her hands tried to reject my head between her legs, her thighs tightened against my head. I resisted and moved my tongue to her pubic mound working up to her tummy.

As I moved up into position, I placed her legs over my shoulders. I knew it had been a while since she has had a man penetrate her. I wanted to be easy but at the same time I was having a difficult time holding back my urges.

I gently rubbed my hard penis against her labia. I had been hard so long that it was beginning to be a little painful. As I parted her labia with my erection, she wiggled her legs and got more comfortable in bed.

I could feel Velma's womanly nectar dripping from her vagina as I rubbed my erection between her labia. Easily I pushed the head of my dick between her labia. I gently pushed a little more and I saw her face slightly grimace. I asked if she wanted me to stop and she begged me not to stop. She reminded me that it had been a long while since she has had sex.

As I pushed further in, I could see her face relaxing. Once I was all the way in, she told me how good that felt. From my experiences I knew that once I was past the entry point of her vagina it would feel much better for her. The look on her face assured me that I was correct.

I was surprised at how tight of a fit I was inside of her. It was a great feeling being inside of her. She was very wet and the inside felt soft and smooth. No matter how soft, smooth and wet it was, it was a very snug fit. It was like a wet velvet glove.

After a few thrusts, Velma began gyrating her hips in rhythm with me. She gripped the bed linens with both hands on each side of our bodies. She started moaning and speaking in Cajun French. This is how I know how much she was really enjoying this intimacy.

I felt her cross her feet over my back. Her sagging breasts were separated and lying on each side of her chest. My thrust was making them move back and forth with my motions. Her eyes were closed as she continued moaning, groaning and talking in Cajun Frech. Her breathing was getting more intense and her face was becoming flush.

I felt I was going to shoot my cum at any time. This was such a turn on to me. Seeing how much Velma was enjoying this and knowing I was pleasing her this much. I did not see her as an 80-year-old lady but I saw her as a beautiful sexy lady. I did not see any flaws in her body. At this moment, everything was perfect.

Velma's breathing was now getting heavier. I could not hold off any longer and just as I was starting to explode inside of her, she had a big orgasm. I pushed my dick as far inside of her as I could. She let out a soft scream. I could feel the little pubic hair she had brush against my pubic mound. I was afraid the occupants in the room next door could hear her. I felt a rush of her womanly nectar as my sperm sprayed deep inside of her.

I pushed deep inside of her and stopped with my thrust. I pushed deep and just held the pressure of my thrust. She lay still and tense as her orgasm subsided a slowly. As I reached down to kiss her lips, my now flaccid dick slipped out of her pussy. Her pussy was drenched with sexual juices from both of us.

We kissed passionately for a while before I repositioned myself on right left side. I told her to stay where she was. I went to the bathroom to get a wet warm wash cloth. When I returned, I had her open her legs and I wiped our juices from her pussy. I had her lift her back side from the bed so I could remove the towel I had placed earlier. It was a good thing I put it there because it was drenched with juices.

I again complimented her on her lovely body. I especially let her know how beautiful her pubic area was. She blushed a little and was not sure what to say in return. She only said she had never heard that being beautiful. From what she had told me before; her husband was not much of an affectionate person.

I climbed back in bed next to her. We kissed and caressed each other for a period of time. I asked if she wanted to spend the night. She admitted she had given it some thought but was worried at what her neighbors would react to her not being home during the night. They look out for her safety.

We agreed that it would be best if she did not spend the night so the neighbors would not be alarmed. I convinced her to stay a while longer though. We spent the next couple hours cuddling and kissing. We did a little talking. She made sure I knew how special I made her feel and she hoped we could do this again soon.

I then helped her get dressed and get herself together. She insisted that I did not have to walk her to her car. She was parked by the front door and she said she would be fine. She did not want me to have to get dressed just to walk her out.

We hugged and kissed for a bit at the door before opening it. I told her to make sure she called me once she made it home safely. She took her bag and walked down the hall to the elevator. I could not help but watch as her back side shimmied as she walked down the hall.

I made my way to the window on the other side the room. I could not see the front entrance but I could see the road when she drove away. Once I saw her drive away, I got a few things in order then I went lay in bed to wait for her call.

It was almost an hour later that Velma called me to let me know she made it safely. We talked a few minutes and I promised I would give her a call in the morning before I left for home.

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