Ms. Jeanne

Ms. Jeannie

I grew up in a small rural town with a population of about 5000. My father was an educator in the local school system and was very well known. In fact, in this small rural town, everyone knew everyone or at least knew the family. My aunt worked at the same school as my dad, so my family was well known. I had another aunt that was a beautician in town. She actually had her beauty shop in the front part of their family home. They both had daughters the same age as me, so we often played together growing up. I had two other uncles that was older than my dad and their children were older than I was so I was not around them as much.

Since I was with my dad so much, people knew me better than they knew my siblings. Many did not even know the names of my brother and two sisters since they rarely saw them around.

My aunt that was the beautician mostly tended to the "grandmother" type of client that had standing weekly appointments. When I was around there, I got to know her clients as well. This is one of the reasons I cut so many yards. Most of her clients were widows and needed help around the house.

Ms. Jeannie was one of her clients that asked if I could do chores for her. She would leave messages with my aunt if she had any chores for me. I always gravitate towards the older ladies. I do not think I even knew it was a sexual attraction, but I did find them interesting.

I guess because of my aunt, is why I usually notice the hair of a female before anything. I could usually spot a gray/silver/white haired lady from a distance. I never cared for an older lady with long hair.

Ms. Jeannie was different than the other ladies in the beauty shop. She was not one to gossip. She was pleasant but did not mix with the ladies that would gossip. She was modest and friendly.

I never saw Ms. Jeannie is pants. She always wore skirts, just about knee length. Always a button-down blouse and shoes with a slight heal. No matter what she was doing, she was dressed in a skirt. She always presented herself as a business lady.

As I said before, she had her weekly hair appointments like most "grandmothers" in the 1970-1980 era. She wore very little make up and always looked perfect. She was probably no more than 5'2" tall. She was not thin but she was not fat either. I guess you might call it full figured. Looking at her, you would probably say she had a little more than average breasts, a rounded belly and ample back side. Her ankles usually looked like they were swollen. She spoke with an accent that was obvious she was not originally from here.

Often, while I was doing her lawn, she would come outside to pick up sticks and pine cones. She had several pine trees in her front yard and saved some of the pine cones. I would secretly watch as she bent over to pick up the pine cones. I noticed the gusset of her panties would show an imprint in her skirts when she bent over. Over the next few years, I got more interested in seeing her bend over.

I learned that her husband was the president of a bank before he passed away of a heart attack in 1967. He left her wealthy, but she remained modest. She had decided to continue to reside in the small rural town even after her husband passed. I learned she had two sons that had moved away after college to work in the financial industry, following in their father's profession.

As the years passed, I continued cutting her lawn even though I had a part-time job while in high school and college. After college, I moved away for a few years but came back home for a short time. During that time, I ran into Ms. Jeannie at the grocery store. We talked a few minutes in the store then she invited me to her house to sit and catch up. We planned it for the next evening at 6:00.

The next day I woke up with my alarm so I could shower and get dressed for work. I also had an appointment to see an apartment. I was working in a nearby city and was looking for a place closer to work. I did not plan on living with my parents and driving 45 minutes to work every day.

I got back to my parents' house that afternoon and freshened up to go visit Ms. Jeannie. It was a short drive to her house and I arrived promptly at 6:00. Everything looked the same as it did when I left town a few years ago. The memories starting building up in my head.

Ms. Jeannie met me at the back door before I had a chance to knock. She was wearing a navy-blue knee length skirt and a light-yellow blouse. I was surprised to see her wearing house shoes instead of her normal shoes I was used to seeing her wear.

She ushered me into the kitchen area and invited me to sit at the table. As I sat down, she opened the refrigerator and starting pouring two glasses of lemonade. While pouring, she said if she remembered correctly, I was a fan of lemonade. I complemented her memory and made myself comfortable.

When she sat down, she asked me all about what I had been doing since I moved away. I told her about my job and that I was slowly moving up the ladder. I explained what my new position was and what my expectations were. I was proud of what I had accomplished since finishing college and was happy to let know details.

She then told me all about her life. I asked a few questions, so she filled me in on everything I asked. She was raised a few hours north of here in a catholic home with two parents. She attended a nursing college run by the catholic nuns when she completed school. Once she finished her nursing schooling, she went to work at the hospital that she learned in.

Once she started making a little money, she went to the bank to open an account. This is where she met her husband, John. They dated for a year when he proposed to her. It was during that time that he was offered a position to run a bank down here. So, they got married and moved down here. She quit her nursing career because he did well enough to support a family. A year later they had their first son and two years later had the second son.

The bank grew and John soon was the president of the bank. He made investments and was able to put both sons through college. Both of her sons had moved to other parts of the country to follow their dreams in the business world. One son is the CEO of a major company and the other is vice president of another company. Both very successful.

John had planned on retiring at the young age of 62 but died of a massive heart attack at 51. She was a widow at 50 years old. That was 24 years ago. John left her financially stable and she was happy with her modest lifestyle.

We talked for 3 hours before I realized the time. I could not believe how nice of a visit we had. Here I was 23 years old and enjoying the company of a 74-year-old lady. We were both surprised that it was 9:00 and we had not had a quiet moment. Our conversation flowed like a smooth river.

I stood up so I could leave. I had work in the morning. Ms. Jeannie walked me to the door and commented how pleasant the visit was. She told me how much she enjoyed my company and asked if she could cook dinner for me one day. We decided Saturday would be a good day for both of us. She told me she usually attended 4:00pm mass and she thought 7:00pm would be a good time.

I drove back to my parents' house and went right to my room. I could come and go as I wanted and it would not disturb my parents. My room was upstairs and the stair case was on the other side of the house from where they usually were.

Once I was in bed, I kept thinking of Ms. Jeannie. I was starting to see her in a different way. She was a very appealing lady and I enjoyed her company. I never took the opportunity before to get to know her this way.

When Saturday arrived, I washed my truck and did some chores around the house for Mom and Dad. I let mom know that I would not be around for dinner. This was not unusual so she did not ask any questions. I showered and got dressed to go to Ms. Jeannie's house.

I arrived at her house a few minutes before seven and she greeted me at the door. She was dressed in her usually skirt and blouse but she had an apron on over her blouse. The apron has ruffles on the shoulders and tied at the waist. The way it fit really showed off her bust line. Her breasts looked larger than before because of the way the apron fit.

She brought me to the den and told me to sit when she went put the rolls in the oven. She returned with a timer in hand and said she hoped I liked pot roast, mashed potatoes and rolls. My reply was of course I did.

She sat down across from me and we chatted for the next 15 minutes until her timer went off. She then invited me to the kitchen so she could serve our meal. She fixed us both a plate and I poured us each a glass of fresh squeezed lemonade. It was a perfect little home cooked meal in a cozy environment.

After we finished, I told her how tasty everything was and how much I enjoyed it. She said she did also and would like to do it more often. Of course, I agreed to that and said I would like to take her to a restaurant sometimes also.

She stood up to take care of the dishes and I followed her to help. She insisted I go sit in the den but I insisted to help. I will admit, I was really enjoying her company and I wanted to stay close to her.

Once everything was cleaned up and put away, Ms. Jeannie removed her apron and escorted me back to the den. I sat on the couch as before and she across from me again. I was happy with the seating arrangement because it afforded me the opportunity to look at her in a physical way without being too obvious.

She put the television on but neither one of us paid much attention to it. We talked about what we did during the day and the conversation never got dull. I was pleased with how interesting her life had been. We had so much in common that our conversations never got dull.

I noticed the time and even if I did not want to leave, I also did not want to over stay my welcome. I told her I had better say good night and let her get some rest. She admitted she had a long day and was getting tired. She once again suggested we do this more often. I agreed and offered to take her to a restaurant next time so she did not have to work so hard preparing a meal.

She walked me to the door and as I turned to tell her good night, she reached out and hugged me. I had never hugged her before and it caught me by surprise. I hugged her back and as I was releasing my hug, she kissed me on the cheek. Again, something that had never happened before.

Driving away from her house, I kept thinking about how nice it is spending time with her. The image of her in the apron kept popping in my head. My heart was tingling and my inner thighs were tingling. I thought about the days that I would cut her lawn and get erections and tried to convince myself that I was going through puberty and anything would cause erections then.

By Sunday evening, I felt the need to give Ms. Jeannie a call. I had to dig around for her number and I remembered Mom had written it down on a pad and taped it inside a cabinet door by the phone in the kitchen. That was many years ago when I was cutting her lawn and I hoped it was still there. I rushed down stairs and found it still in the same spot, with all the other names and numbers I used to work for.

I went back upstairs and tried to build up the courage to call Ms. Jeannie. I finally picked up the phone and called her. She was excited to hear my voice and told me how nice it was for me to call. We talked a few minutes and then I asked if she would like to go to dinner one night. She told me that she would like that but it would probably be too late by the time I drove back after work. She suggested that we plan that on Saturday and that we would have left over pot roast Monday when I got off work if I wanted. I thought that was a great idea.

When I got off work on Monday, I went to my parents' house and freshened up again like I did last week. I then drove over to Ms. Jennie. She greeted me at the door as before. Once again, she was dressed in a skirt, blouse and apron. I really liked seeing her in the apron.

We sat down in the kitchen and she served our dinner. She had prepared baked potatoes topped with pot roast and brown gravy. I never had that before but it looked and smelled wonderful. By now, I think anything Ms. Jeannie prepared would have been wonderful. Of course we had lemonade to drink again.

After we ate, cleaned and picked up the dishes, we went back to the den. This time, Ms. Jennie sat on the couch with me. I noticed the top button on her blouse had become undone. I assumed it was when she removed her apron. However, from the position we were in, I could see cleavage. I did not think it was on purpose but I would dare not bring it up. I was starting to notice more details about her. I'm not sure if she noticed but I was not interested in the conversation much as I was too busy looking at her. I tried not to make it obvious as I did not want her to catch me admiring her features.

I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. She pointed me in the direction and told me what door it was. When I got in the bathroom, I raised the seat on the toilet and peed. I noticed in the corner was her dirty clothes hamper. I opened it quietly and rummaged in it to see if I could find a worn pair of her panties.

To my surprise, there was a pair of beige panty briefs right on top. I first looked at the tag and saw they were a size 9/10. Then I looked at the crotch. There was a very light mark in the crotch so I put it to my nose for a sniff. It was a very pleasant and intoxicating scent. I inhaled it a few times before quietly putting it back the way I found it and closing the hamper.

After washing my hands, I went back to join her on the couch. She looked like she had repositioned herself and was a little more comfortable and relaxed. There was a sit com on TV and we watched that while we talked during commercials.

When the show was finished, I stood up to leave. She told me how nice it was to have a man around to enjoy the evenings with. I took her hand and helped her stand up. When she stood up, I do not know what came over me, but I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. I quickly backed off and apologized. Before I could finish my apology, she reached up and kissed me again. This time, it was a little more passionate. It was not a kiss you would give a casual acquaintance.

It was now her turn to apologize. I laughed and said I guess we both need to be scolded for bad behavior. She smiled and told me she did not consider that bad behavior.

I asked if we could visit again soon. She told me she played bridge on Tuesday with a group of ladies and it was her turn to host the game. With that said, we planned on Wednesday. I confirmed the same time as today and started walking towards the kitchen to leave.

Arriving at the back door, I turned to tell her good night. As I turned around, Ms. Jeannie was right behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and I reached down for a kiss. Right away I noticed she closed her eyes and tilted her head. I put my hands on her hips and we kissed passionately. Her lips parted slightly and she pulled me closer to her. My hands naturally wrapped her waist for a moment before falling to her back side.

I gently rubbed my hands over her backside. It felt soft and dimply with spots of cellulite. She continued kissing me without any objection to my hands on her backside. She broke the kiss after a few seconds and moved her head back a little. She asked me to please forgive her. My hands kept roaming her body as I told her that was nothing to forgive her for. She admitted that she had never done anything like this before and it was completely out of her character. I reached in for a kiss on her lips again and told her there was nothing to feel bad about.

I sat her down on a stool she had by the back door because I felt she was a little shaken up. I reaffirmed to her that it was perfectly fine. I let her know that it felt natural to me and I really enjoyed the intimacy. She said she had not felt so comfortable around a man in many years. She was afraid she ran me off. I promised her she had not.

I kissed her again and told her that I would see her again on Wednesday after work. She thanked me for being understanding and said she looked forward to Wednesday. I took her hand and stood her up, hugged her and kissed her good night.

I drove to my parents' house with Ms. Jeannie on my mind. I was having a hard time believing what had just happened. I would have never imagined Ms. Jennie would have been so forward with anyone, much less someone my age.

I had two days to think about what had happened. I also knew she had two days to think about it. I was not sure how she would treat me Wednesday when I arrived at her house but I had to continue with our plans. I decided I would arrive at her house and just let things move in a natural direction.

Afte work on Wednesday, I did the usual and went freshen up at my parents' house before heading over to Ms. Jeannies' house. As usual, she met me at the back door before I had a chance to knock. She was dressed in her usually attire with a big smile on her face.

I walked in the door and she hugged me while giving me a welcome kiss on the lips. She announced that it was good to see me again. She was afraid I would not show up after the other night.

She escorted me into the den and told me dinner was in the oven. She cooked a casserole and it had a few minutes left in the oven. We sat on the couch and talked about the last couple days. She told me all about her bridge game with the ladies. Just as I was telling her about my day at the office, the timer went off signaling the casserole was ready.

I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table. Once she took the casserole out of the oven, she placed it on the counter. I stood up and helped her get the plates and glasses out of the cabinets. While Ms. Jeannie served the casserole, I poured two glasses of lemonade.

We sat down to eat and talked about how she prepared the casserole and just small talk about current events. Once we were done eating, I helped clean the kitchen and then we went sit in the den.

I sat on the couch and she sat beside me. We continued our conversation from the table then I shifted gears. I put my arm around her and I confessed that I thought she was an appealing lady and how much I enjoyed her company. I told her even if Monday was a complete surprise, I did enjoy it.

She then confessed to me saying that she cannot remember feeling so comfortable with a man and totally lost her senses. I asked if she regrated it and she told me no, not in the least. After hearing that, I turned and I kissed her on the lips. I told her that I always found her to be an attractive lady but only recently did I recognize she was more than physically attractive. I also did not see her age any longer.

With that said, she asked if I knew her age. I had already figured out from previous conversations she had to be 74 so I "guessed" 74. She appeared surprised that I guessed correctly but I told her she had told me previously that she was born in 1916. She did the math and figured I was 23. I took her hand in mine and told her age was only a number. I told her no matter what happens, I will always respect her and she will always be a lady in my eyes.

She thanked me for being such a gentleman with her. I then told her how I felt about a lady. I felt being called a lady should be the highest honor a female could get. Just being female does not make you a lady. A lady can be a woman but a woman cannot be a lady. A lady demands respect just by her presence.

Things went silent for a few minutes and Ms. Jeannie rested her head on my shoulder. I held her tight in my arms and cuddled. It felt right just to hold her and kept quiet. Every now and then I would kiss her forehead.

Before we realized it, it was getting late again. I knew I had a long day the next day. I was also going sign papers on an apartment. I told her that it would not stop me from coming to visit her once I moved. I also told her that she would always be welcomed at my place.

We stood up to walk to the door. We hugged and kissed passionately before we left from the den. While walking to the back door, she recapped how much she enjoyed time with me. She asked if I were planning on seeing her again Friday since I would be busy Thursday. I told her I would love to visit Friday.

We reached the back door and she turned to me and hugged me again. We kissed and my hands roamed around her body. I enjoyed the way her body felt. Once we separated from our kiss, she said she wanted to ask me something but did not know how. I told her just to come out with it. She asked if I would be interested in spending the night with her Friday. I told her I would love that. I just wanted to reassure she was ready for that. We both agreed that we would see how it goes.

Thursday afternoon, I was talking with a coworker in a neighboring state. We got on the conversation about the minor league baseball team that is located near our office there. He told me how entertaining it is at the ball park. I inquired about pricing and he said if I decided to go, he would pick up the tickets for me. I thanked him and told him and told him I would call him back later today or in the morning.

As soon as I hung up the phone with Thomas, I called Ms. Jeannie. I told her that I had an idea and wanted her opinion. I first asked if she was still a baseball fan. I remembered she watched baseball often years ago. She confirmed that she loved the sport. I asked if she had ever been to a professional baseball game. When she told me no, I knew I had a good idea for her. At that time, I had another call come in so I had to hang up.

I called her right back after that call and told her I had an idea. I told her that it was okay if she did not like the idea. Then I told her my thoughts. I said instead of me spending the night with you Friday, how about we go out of town. I told her we could leave when I got off work Friday and drive to Mississippi. We can check into a hotel and then Saturday afternoon we could go to the minor league baseball game. After the game, we would spend the night again and then drive back Sunday. She thought it was an excellent idea. I hung up with her and called Thomas to arrange the tickets.

Once I got off the phone with Thomas, I called a hotel I knew and made reservations. I had to go to the office there a couple times a year, so I was familiar with the area. I made reservations for Friday and Saturday night. I did not bother making dinner reservations because I knew several restaurants in the area.

I had to go sign for my apartment so I waited to call Ms. Jeannie once I got back to my parents' house. I let her know that I would pick her up after work the next day. I was getting off of work around lunch time and I would be at her house about 1:00pm. We would have a 3-hour drive to our hotel. Once we were settled in, I would take her to dinner. After that, it was whatever we decided at the time. Saturday afternoon was the Jackson Mets game and we would plan the remaining part of the day later.

Ms. Jeannie liked the idea and was excited to get away. She told me she was a little nervous but it had nothing to do with me. I promised there was no reason to be nervous. I wanted her to just be herself and everything would be fine. My only request was for her to be comfortable.

I packed a suitcase before going to bed. When I woke up Friday morning, I showered as usual and dressed for work. Even though it was Friday, I did not partake in the casual Friday attire because I was just as comfortable in my khakis as I was in jeans. I did wear a polo shirt instead of my usual button-down shirt.

The morning passed rather quickly even if I had Ms. Jeannie on my mind the whole time. I was really excited to take her to her first professional baseball game. I had a little concern as to how smoothly things would go. I never thought I would have become "friends" with Ms. Jeannie this way. A few years ago, I was just a kid cutting her grass. A young mischievous curious kid that was impressed with any female. Now I am taking a matured classy lady on an out-of-town trip.

I arrived at her house a little before 1:00pm. She met me at the back door as usual. She had her suitcase packed and waiting for me. She made one final walk around the house to make sure everything was turned off. She left a couple lamps on so it appeared she was still home.

I helped her get in the passenger side of my truck. Once she was seated, I reached around and buckled the seatbelt. As I backed away, I kissed her lips and let me hand brush against her breasts. She giggled and said she felt that. I then put her suitcase with mine in the back seat and got in the driver's seat myself.

After a few minutes on the road, I noticed she had lifted her skirt a little above her knee to be more comfortable. I waited a moment then I put my hand on her knee. She turned to me and smiled to let me know she approved.

During our 3-hour trip, we talked about a lot of things. We really got a little more comfortable with each other. I promised her that I would respect her no matter what happened the next few days. I assured her that I would not force anything on her. She said she trusted me with her life and felt safe with me.

During the ride, my hand went higher on her leg at times and she would lean towards me to show her approval. I was enjoying the way we were conversing and bonding all at the same time. On a number of occasions, she told me how comfortable she was with me.

I noticed that when I would caress her knee, she would shiver a little. Periodically, I would move my hand a little higher just to get her reaction and there was never any objection from her. She seemed to get more relaxed with each mile we drove. Yet, I wanted to make sure I gave her the respect she deserved.

We arrived at our hotel right around 4:30pm. I did stop one time along the way to give Ms. Jennie a bathroom break. She sat in my truck while I went inside to check in. I made sure I had a suite with the attached living room area.

Once I was checked in and received our room key card, I grabbed a luggage cart and went to my truck to unload and help Ms. Jeannie out of the passenger side. I stationed the cart inside the lobby with Ms. Jeannie and told her I would be right back once I parked my truck.

Once I was parked, I went into the lobby and asked Ms. Jeannie to follow me to the room. We were on the 3rd floor. Once we were in the elevator and the door closed, I reached to kiss her on her sweet lips. I could tell she was getting nervous so I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. She looked at my eyes and smiled.

The elevator door opened and I ushered Ms. Jeannie to our suite. It was only a couple doors down from the elevator. I unlocked the door and let her in first. I pushed the cart in and unloaded it. I told her to make herself at home and I would take the cart back down and would be back in a few minutes.

I arrived back in the room and Ms. Jeannie was sitting on the couch. She had already hung her clothes in the closet and just sat down to relax. I stopped in my tracks and told her how beautiful she looked sitting there. I saw her blush a little as she thanked me. She really was a very appealing 74-year-old lady.

I told her that whenever she was ready to eat, we could go find a place to eat. She insisted it would be her treat, but she admitted she was not really hungry. I offered to order room service but she again said she was not hungry. To be honest, I was not hungry either.

I sat next to her and turned on the TV. We cuddled on the couch and watched TV for a couple hours when I noticed she looked like she was getting sleepy. I told her that she could get ready for bed any time. I let her know that I would let her have her privacy if she needed to shower or whatever.

Ms. Jeannie stood up and asked me to excuse her as she walked towards the bathroom. The bathroom was off of the bedroom and had a dressing area between the two. She disappeared and I continued watching TV. I had planned on taking a shower after she was done. I wanted her to feel comfortable and gave her privacy.

About 30 minutes later, I heard her walking back to the living room. She was absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a black knee length gown that appeared to be shear satin/poly/nylon. I could see her body outline under it. She was wearing black panty briefs also. She had her arms crossed as if to hide her breasts. I immediately stood up to embrace her.

As I stood up, I told her how beautiful she looked. I held my arms opened letting her know I wanted a hug. She slowly opened her arms and I got the first look at her unrestricted breasts. We embraced and I felt her breasts against my chest. My hands automatically went to her bottom and I felt her backside.

This is the first time I was able to feel her body with-out the restriction of underwear and clothes. I mean, the gown and panties she was wearing was so thin compared to her every day attire. I stepped back again and admired her body and told her again how beautiful she looked.

I could see her breasts sagged naturally but they were not deflated. From what I could see, she had small nipples and her areolas were not large either. She had a fluffy rounded tummy and her pubic mound was puffy. Just want I would expect of a lady her age.

She told me that while showering and dressing, she looked at herself and wondered what a 23-year-old could possibly find attractive about this 74-year-old body. Before I could explain anything, she looked down at my erection and told me it is obvious that I like what I see. Once again, I told her how beautiful she was.

It was now my turn to shower and get ready for bed. I opened my suitcase and got my toiletries and boxer briefs before going in the bathroom. The bedroom was attached to the bathroom but between that was a dressing area. I noticed Ms. Jeannie had her clothes folded and neatly stacked on the counter in the dressing area. Her bra and panties were on a stack besides her clothes.

I looked at her beige bra and saw it was a size 38DD. Her beige panty briefs were under her bra. I was curious so I sniffed the gusset. Again, just as it was at her house that night, a very pleasant intoxicating aroma. Before going in the bathroom, I made sure I had folded and stacked her under clothes as they were when I found them.

I took my time to shower. I knew Ms. Jeannie was a little nervous so I did not want to rush. I thought if I took my time, it would give her a little more time to adjust to being in a hotel with a man. I put my boxer briefs on and sprayed a little cologne on.

I walked out the bathroom and dressing area and Ms. Jeannie was still on the couch. She saw my erection but did not say anything. I sat next to her with my arm around her shoulders. After a few minutes of sitting and watching TV, I asked if she was ready to go to bed for the night. She said she was getting sleeping and agreed that we would go to bed.

I stood up then helped her up. We walked to the bedroom and I asked her what side the bed she wanted. I did not matter to me but she said she is used to the right side. As she crawled in the bed, I used the remote to turn on the TV. I paid more attention to Ms. Jeannie crawling in bed. I wanted to see her backside as she positioned herself.

I then got in on the other side the bed. I gave her time to get situated before I cuddled in close on side of her. I was on my left side and she was on her back. I reached my arm around her and snuggled in close.

I felt Ms. Jennie relax so I reached over and kissed her. We kissed passionately for a few minutes while I caressed her right breast. She did not reject that so I moved to her left breast. Our kissing became more passionate. I was surprised when she opened her mouth slightly. She turned a little towards me and put her arm around me.

This was the most passion we shared to this point. I did not want to ruin it but I wanted more. I let my hands roam her body but I made sure to stay above her waist. I was not sure how far she was willing to go. Ms. Jeannie was a classy lady and I did not want to make her feel like she was less of a lady. I wanted to make her feel as special as she was to me.

We broke our kiss and settled in comfortably. I knew she was tired from the long drive so I watched as she drifted off to sleep. I kept my hand on her body, gently caressing her lovely body as she went into a deep sleep.

I woke up at 3am to go to the bathroom. While I was in there, I brushed my teeth in case we would kiss again. As I walked out the bathroom, I saw Ms. Jeannie getting up. She told me she had to go to the bathroom also. I kissed her cheek and patted her ass as she passed by me. She told me she promised to be right back. I jokingly, but seriously, told her to leave her panties in the bathroom.

I went put on the desk lamp before laying back in bed and waiting for her return. I was amazed when she walked out, she did not have panties on. She still had her gown on but I could tell her panties were missing. It looked like she had naturally thinned pubic hair on her pubic mound to down between her legs.

Before she could reach the bed, I stood up and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her snuggly. I had my arms wrapped around her with my erection poking her in the belly. It was obvious I was aroused by simply her presence. As I separated from our embrace, I tugged at her gown and suggested we remove it. She did not resist.

I tossed her gown over to the chair next to the bed. She quickly crossed her arms and told me she was embarrassed. When I asked why, she told me that her husband never saw her nude and here she was, 70 years old, nude in a hotel room with a man. I reinforced how beautiful and sexy she looked. At that point, she got back into the bed and covered with the bed linens. I removed my boxers and got in on the other side the bed and covered with the same linens. I stretched my right arm out towards Ms. Jennie and she rested her head on it. Then I wrapped my left arm over her waist. She then put her right arm over me and we locked into a passionate kiss.

She broke our kiss and told me that in 30 years of marriage, her and John never saw each other without clothes. I brought up that she had two sons. She said that they did have sex but it was always in the dark. I knew that was common for her generation. I apologized for being bold and she told me she was fine. She told me she was comfortable with me. I told her that I thought her body was beautiful.

She kissed me again and I reached for her hand and placed it on my erection. I pushed the linens off of me so she could look if she wanted. I broke the kiss and told her she was welcome to examine me if she wanted. She sat up in bed and I rolled on my back. She looked at my erection and testicles. I told her to be gentle with my testicles as they are sensitive.

After she played around with it for a while, she told me how special it was to share that with her. She asked if it hurt when it got erect. I told her usually not as long as it gets relief. Behind hard too long without relief can get uncomfortable. Then I told her that I had relieved myself a few times thinking of her. She smiled and said she took that as a compliment.

I asked her to lay back down because it was my turn to examine her. She gave me a puzzled look but I told her fair was fair. I knew she was embarrassed but I would make her feel better once I started kissing her body.

She laid back down and put the linens to her waist. I looked her into the eyes and told her she was beautiful. Then I kissed her forehead, nose and lips. She put her hands on the back of my head to kiss me passionately for a bit. I then kissed her ears, neck and chest.

For the first time, I put a nipple in my mouth. Her nipples were light pink in color and small. They were on an island of light pink areolas. Her breasts did fall to each side of her chest but I she soon took her hands and pushed them both on top of her chest. She whispered to me that she never had this attention before but she liked how it felt.

As I sucked on her nipples, alternating from left to right, they both were erect and hard. She told me that she never felt so aroused in her life. My left hand started caressing her tummy area and my kisses followed. She had a scar on her tummy which she told me was from a hysterectomy many years ago.

I moved the linens off her of waist and pushed it down to her feet. I positioned myself at her feet. I knelt at her feet and slowly took her feet to my shoulders. I wanted to taste and smell her bottom but I thought it would be too much for her. I looked at her pubic area. Her vagina was slightly buried under thinning, light colored pubic hair. There was not much and I could see her labia. I kissed her feet, ankles and knees before caressing her full-figured inner thighs.

I looked into her eyes and told her how sexy she looked. She told me I made her feel sexy. I asked if she thought she was ready to make love. Ms. Jeannie closed her eyes and nodded yes. I was not so experienced at this point in my life but I knew to let my heart control my way.

Ms. Jennie took a deep breath as I rubbed the head of my penis on her labia. I could feel the heated moisture as I slipped my erection between her labia. I was careful not to penetrate too fast. She gasped as I pushed my erection into her vagina. I was only a little larger than a golf ball in diameter but it was difficult to penetrate her. She had a look on her face that told me it was not comfortable for her.

I pulled back and asked if she was okay. She promised she was fine and asked me to continue. I rubbed her labia again and pushed in. I penetrated her vagina and went in deeper. The grimace on her face quickly turned into a smile. Again, I asked if she was okay. She nodded yes and wrapped her arms around my back.

I adjusted my position to make sure I was not putting her in an uncomfortable position. I put her ankles on my shoulders and pulled out a little then pushing back in. Ms. Jeannie was starting to breathe heavier. I continued a slow steady pace of going in and out. Slow and easy.

I continued that rhythm for a few minutes while Ms. Jeannie was breathing heavy. She was moaning and mumbling. I knew I would not last long and I could feel the tension building in my testicles. I was trying to hold back to give her an orgasm. I wanted her to feel satisfied and fulfilled. However, I was young and did not know how to control myself.

Just as I was about to explode, Ms. Jeannie tensed her body. I felt her body stiffen up and a second later, she started to tremor uncontrollably. I picked up my pace and watched as her breasts jiggled with every thrust. She was having an orgasm so I exploded inside of her at the same time. I pushed in as deep as I could and stopped to let my sperm coat her cervix. She felt my warm sperm filling up her vagina and she relaxed her body.

Ms. Jeannie was lying there catching her breath while her body laid limp beneath me. I stood up out of bed and went get a warm wash cloth from the bathroom. I went back in the bedroom and cleaned Ms. Jeannie between her legs. I was able to get another good look at her most prized possession. She looked embarrassed and thankful all at the same time.

Once I had her clean, I covered her with the linens and went back to the bathroom to rinse the wash cloth. I did notice a little light pink color discharge on the towel, which was normal for a lady her age that had not had sex in over 20 years.

By the time I returned to the bed, Ms. Jeannie was relaxed and breathing normally. I got back in bed and wrapped my arms around her. Right away she started telling me how wonderful that was. In all her married life, she never knew sex was supposed to be enjoyable. She corrected herself and said she did enjoy it but it was more of a duty than a pleasure. It was not until she started playing bridge with the other widows, that she heard sex was supposed to be enjoyed by both husband and wife.

Ms. Jeannie kissed me again and thanked me for being such a gentleman with her. She looked forward to many more sessions. I replied by saying that was great because there was so much more of that to come. I told her that I would like for us to explore each other and learn to pleasure each other. I knew what I had in mind but was not sure how much she had in mind.

We both drifted off to sleep in just a few minutes. I woke up a couple hours later and Ms. Jeannie was not in bed. I heard the shower in the bathroom so I knew she was taking a shower. I got out of bed and turned on the TV in the living room area of our suite. I wanted to go in the bathroom but I did not want to startle her.

Once I heard the water turn off in the shower, I opened the door slightly and called her name. I walked in to brush my teeth. I hoped to catch her getting out the shower and that is what I saw. I brushed my teeth and then hugged and kissed her. I stepped back and admired her beautiful matured body. This time, she was not embarrassed and turned around so I could see her backside also.

Water glistened off her body. Her cellulite dimples shined on her backside and I bend down and kissed her bum cheeks. She giggled like a teenager and told me to please let her get dressed. I suggested she allow me to help her dress. I helped her dry off, then I took her panties and helped her put them on. I love how she wiggled to get them to fit properly. I then took her bra and helped her put it on. I was getting aroused watching her stuff her breasts in the cups. Then I hooked it for her. She suggested I let her do the rest while I showered so we could go eat breakfast.

I did as she suggested and I got in the shower. I took a nice hot shower and got out and dried off. I put my boxers on, then my shorts and golf shirt. When I stepped out the dressing area, I saw Ms. Jeannie. I had never seen her dressed in anything besides a skirt. Here she was in a pair of navy-blue capris and a blouse. This really showed off her matured full figure. I enjoyed seeing her in skirts but these capris really looked nice on her also. She was wearing open-toe sandals which showed off her manicured toenails. Her toenails were always painted to match her fingernails. When I commented on the capris, she told me that she wanted to be comfortable at the ball park. I once again told her how beautiful she looked.

We went downstairs to have breakfast in the hotel. Sitting across from each other, I could see a glow on her face. I asked if she was okay. She said she never felt better. I asked if she had any regrets of our early morning activity. She smiled and told me she was comfortable with everything and looked forward to more of it. She also said she wanted to talk more in detail about that.

I sat quietly as Ms. Jeannie started telling me how she was raised. Sex was never talked about and it was known to be a duty of a wife, to keep her husband happy. It wasn't until after she was a widow and started playing bridge with other widows that she found it should be pleasurable for both. She paused a second and said, she always enjoyed it but it was always when he wanted to have sex. Her lady friends would talk about orgasms but she did not recall ever having any experiences like that described. She took another pause, this one was longer, and she said until this morning.

I could tell she was embarrassed to talk about it so I did not push it. After a few minutes of eating, she told me that she was ashamed of being a lady at her age and not knowing that much about sex. I smiled and reached for her hand to let her know it was okay. I told her that my generation was more open about sex but I was not so experienced either.

I looked her in the eyes and told her that I would like to learn with her. I saw her eyes light up and she told me she wanted to do the things her bridge friends talked about. She asked me to have patience with her as she was still a little embarrassed of her body. I reaffirmed that her body was beautiful. I told her how much I liked the matured full-figured lady.

Ms. Jeannie was not fat or skinny but was full figured in my definition of the term. She had rolls, wrinkles, cellulite, sags and scars. I found this to be expected of a lady her age. I enjoyed the feel of a matured full-figured lady. Full-figured might make her sound bigger than she was. She just had the rolls and sags in all the right places to turn me on.

I told her how I liked feeling her body. She blushed and put her head down as I continued talking. She looked up as I told her how I found everything to be appealing then she put her head down again. The couple blue veins in her breasts, the little varicose veins in her legs, the scar on her tummy, the cellulite on her back side and inner thighs and the way her breasts fell on her chest. That was all signs of a matured lady and part of who she is. It was all appealing because it was hers and who she was.

She once again looked at me with a smile and told me I say all the right things to make her feel good. I told her I was just being honest. It was her turn to reach out for my hand and thank me.

We returned to our room and kissed passionately again. I told her I wanted to take her around town before the game. I also had to meet Thomas to get our tickets he purchased for me. I offered to eat lunch at the ball park and then we would eat dinner after the game. She hugged and kissed me again before telling me how she appreciated all I was doing for her and how much of a gentleman I was.

Ms. Jeannie went to the bathroom before leaving. I listened carefully as her urine hit the water in the toilet bowl. I wanted to walk in and watch her but I thought it was too soon for that. When she walked out of the bathroom, she addressed me as honey and asked if I thought she needed any sun tan lotion for the game. I did not think it was a bad idea to bring some since it was an afternoon game.

We left the hotel and went meet Thomas for the tickets. I introduced him to Ms. Jeannie and they exchanged a few words. We left there and went ride around town pointing out places of interest. I did not plan on stopping anywhere before the game, I just wanted her to see some of the area.

We arrived at the ball park and I let her out by the main gate. She waited for me to park and I met her at the gate after. We found out seat and it was about 45 minutes before the opening pitch. The teams were on the field warming up and taking batting practice. I offered her concessions but she said she only wanted a lemonade she saw advertise.

The game lasted a few hours and it was uneventful. Nothing to really write about except the way she sat leaning towards my seat and holding on to me. We talked about the game and how thankful she was that I took the time to share this with her.

After the game, we drove back to the hotel so Ms. Jeannie could freshen up before going to dinner. Once again, she went to the bathroom to urinate. This time I walked in a minute after her to brush my teeth. She looked shocked that I walked in but did not complain. I watched in the mirror as she stood up, wiped herself and pulled her panties and capris up. I will admit that this was a very arousing time watching her. It was not that it was just a lady, but it was Ms. Jennie. A classy older lady that I never would have thought we would be doing this.

We went to dinner at a restaurant around the corner from the hotel. We walked in the daylight to get there but it was getting dark when we walked back to the hotel. We walked hand in hand and talked about our evening. I let her know that I had a surprise for her when we got back to the room.

We arrived back to our room and Ms. Jeannie said she wanted to shower. I told her I would like to undress her, if she did not mind. I smiled at her and started to unbutton her blouse. I removed it and walked to the bed and placed it on the foot of the bed. I then got behind her and unsnapped her bra while kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. She put her hands to her breasts to hold her bra as I turned her around to remove it from her body. I doubt the sun ever touched her milky white skin hidden under her blouse. While kissing her, I put my thumbs in the waist band of her capris and her panties. I slid them down to her thighs and motioned for her to sit on the bed.

As she sat down, I kissed her forehead and knelt in front of her. I removed her sandals and tossed them aside. I then removed her capris, leaving her panties in place at her thighs. I tossed her capris on the foot of the bed with her blouse and bra. I then slid her panties down to her ankles. I looked at the gusset and saw a little light-yellow mark in them. I knew she wore them all day. I slowly removed them from her ankles and as I went to toss them with her other clothes, I took a sniff of the gusset.

I took her left foot in my hands and gently caressed and kissed it. I then took her right foot in my hands and did the same to it. I put her left foot on my right shoulder and her right foot on my left shoulder. She laid back on the bed and let me caress and kiss her ankles, calves and knees.

I then caressed the outside of her thighs and then the insides. I spread her knees a little which allowed me to see her pubic area up close for the first time. She had thinning sparse light-colored pubic hair. It was spread thin around her pubic area. I could see her labia clearly and it was nice and neat. Her vagina and clit were nicely hidden behind her labia. If I had not known better, I would have thought she was 50 years younger.

As my kisses got closer to her inner thighs, she asked what I was doing and went to cover her pubic area with her hands. I told her I wanted to kiss her down there. Knowing she had been to the bathroom a few times since her shower and we were at the game for a few hours, she told me it was not clean. I told her it did not matter, I just wanted to kiss it.

She removed her hands and allowed me to kiss her pubic area. That one kiss led to my tongue licking the length of her vulva. When my tongue touched her clitoris, Ms. Jeannie shivered and whispered, Oh my. She did have a little salty taste at first and it did have a natural scent. It was not a fresh scent but it was pleasant nonetheless.

After the reaction I got from my tongue touching her clitoris, I knew she would enjoy it. I continued licking the length of her slit, probing my tongue inside her vulva. Every time my tongue touched her clitoris, she would shiver and twitch.

By this time, her natural juices were leaking and I could taste her nectar. She was now resting her hands on top of my head, holding my head in position. I could feel her vagina pulsing as I licked and sucked on her clit. My tongue would probe her vagina then I would lick my way to her clit. Flicking my tongue over her clit would make her twitch and her bottom would shiver.

I tasted a wave of a juices flow and I licked up as much as I could. Her body had built tension and now released it. Her muscles in her whole body had contractions beyond her control. Her breathing was heavy and she was mumbling things I could not understand. Her hands were now gripping the linens on side of her body. Her thighs were pressed tightly against my head.

I continued to swallow every drop of her nectar that I possibly could. Ms. Jeannie then relaxed and her body was limp. I felt the tension in her body release as if she had given up. I wanted nothing more than to finish what I started. I was still aroused and wanted to empty my balls inside of her.

I quickly stood up and told her to stay still. I dropped my pants and my boxers and lifted her feet to my shoulders once again. I told her she was beautiful laying there as I rubbed my erection on her vulva. She was so wet and inviting and my erection was ready to enter her. I pushed but there was resistance from her tight entrance. Ms. Jeannie tensed her pelvis slightly but I pushed in again.

I was careful not to hurt her but I was so aroused and young that I could not hold off. I had to penetrate her and I did not know how to be any gentler. I pushed my erection hard into her and it went in. She gripped the linen again and grunted but then she relaxed and smiled. I told her how beautiful she was as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Her soft pillowy orbs of femininity were fighting to stay on top of her chest but gravity had taken over and they lay slightly on each side of her torso.

I watched with each stroke how her breasts jiggled with each thrust in unison to a slight grunt exiting from deep within her breath. She was losing control of her ability to maintain her classy and elegant personality. The sexual pleasures were taking over her composure. She was now more desirable than ever. She, beyond her control, has shown me she had a very sensual sexual side. A side a lady of her character does not display naturally.

With her feet on my shoulders, I went from caressing her ankles and legs to holding on to her thighs. I put my hands on each one of her thighs and pulled myself in as deep as I could. I held that for a moment then slowly pulled out and little and gave her a second to gather herself before slowly pushing deep inside of her again. The look on her face let me know she was deep into her feelings. The slow thrusts had my granny lover like a leaf in the wind. She was powerless, being carried by forces out of her control. Ms. Jeannie was a rocket ready to launch.

Her moans, groans and whimpers were getting louder as her breathing was becoming heavier. Her body was not acquainted with these feelings. Her mind was behind on acknowledging what her body was feeling. Her body was reacting before her mind could control the action. Ms. Jeannie was like a new library book that had never been opened, full of adventures waiting to unfold.

I was hoping Ms. Jeannie would orgasm soon because I was about to explode inside of her. I wanted her to orgasm so she could feel satisfied and fulfilled. Then, without warning, she grabbed the linens on each side of her body and her body tensed for a few seconds as she let out a slow steady moan.

I could not resist any longer and I exploded inside of her. I pushed in as far as I could and let out a second explosion. Ms. Jeannie pulled herself tight against me as she felt my sperm fill her vagina. I pulled out a little and pushed back in one more time before my erection started to go flaccid.

Her feet slowly dropped to touch the floor as my flaccid penis slipped out of her vagina. Ms. Jeannie relaxed as I leaned forward to kiss her nipples first then her beautiful matured lips. Our tongues touched briefly as we kissed passionately. I caressed her breasts as we kissed.

I stood up and told Ms. Jeannie that I would be back with a towel to clean her bottom. She told me no need that she would go to the bathroom then shower. I then took her hand and helped her stand up. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes while my hands caressed her body. She broke the kiss and said she had to potty. I let her know that I would pick up our clothes while she went potty.

Ms. Jeannie went into the bathroom while I gathered up our clothes that I had tossed around earlier. First thing I picked up off the floor was her panties. I held them to my nose as I gathered up the remaining items. She had worn her panties all day and had gone potty a few times during the day. The scent was intoxicating. She had the most pleasant natural scent I had ever inhaled.

I went into the dressing area to put away our clothes. I heard Ms. Jeannie call out to me. "Honey, I believe there is room for both of us in here." I stopped in my tracks. Then I heard her call out that she would like me to wash her back. I quickly put the clothes down and rushed in the bathroom. Ms. Jeannie was stepping into the shower as I walked in. She had a shower cap on and I watched as her backside disappeared into the shower. The shower itself was almost the size of a small bathroom. There was no door on it, only an opening to walk in. The shower head was on the opposite end of the opening so nothing gets wet.

I stepped in right behind her and wrapped my arms around her naked body. My erection pressed against her backside as I caressed her breasts. She leaned her head back to show her approval of the position,

We lathered each other with the face towel and soap. I paid special attention to her pubic area, breasts and her back side. She paid attention to my erect penis. We enjoyed the touching and feeling of each other. She asked a few questions about my penis. She was particularly concerned if it hurt to be erect. I let her know that it could hurt if it was left that way for too long.

She let me know again that she was not too experienced with a penis but she would try to help me. With that said, she took the hand towel that was lathered with soap and stroked my penis like she was washing it. She was amazed at how it felt in her hand. The part that really amazed her the most was it was that it could get so hard. She admitted that she was naïve about the male genitalia, at least in a sexual way.

I felt obligated to teach her how to make me cum while in the shower. I started by kissing her passionately. Ms. Jeannie was a very good kisser and I enjoyed kissing her. Then I instructed her how to gently grip my shaft and move it back and forth. While she was concentrating on pleasing me, I was admiring and caressing her body.

She was enjoying herself as much as I was enjoying her. It did not take me long to cum even if I had filled her with sperm only thirty minutes or so ago. I was getting close to orgasm and I told her to watch as I released it. She managed to sit on the shower seat and watch as she stroked me. I was very close and I told her to gently hold me testicles with her free hand.

With out much warning, I shot a load of sperm and it hit her on her belly. She thought that was all and then another load landed close to the same place. Just as the third and final load was about to shoot, I told her to rub it into her skin. My erection started going flaccid after the third load of sperm landed on her belly. Laughing, Ms. Jeannie said she had to wash again.

We lathered her body again and rinsed off. It was magical kissing her passionately while the water from the shower rained over us. She was very sexy with the shower water dripping from her full-figured matured body.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off with a bath towel. Once dried, Ms. Jeannie went to get a panty from her suitcase. I suggested we sleep in the nude. She said she had never slept nude before but it did sound interesting.

We walked to the bed and I watched as Ms. Jeannie climbed into bed. I turned off all the lights except for the light in the dressing area. I left it on so I could see her softly curvy figure but also in case she had to get up during the night for the bathroom.

I put my arm around her and she laid her head next to mine. We were both tired so it did not take long for us to fall asleep. Ms. Jeannie fell asleep first and I found it comforting and relaxing to know she was peacefully sleeping in my arms.

I woke up about seven in the morning with the sound of Ms. Jeannie coming back into bed. She had gone to the bathroom and was settling back in bed. I then got up and went to the bathroom myself. While I was in there, I also brushed my teeth and washed my face.

I walked back to bed and noticed Ms. Jeannie lying on her back with her eyes closed. I crawled in on my side the bed, stayed on my hands and knees and kissed her on the lips. She quickly kissed me back and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed passionately for a few minutes before I moved my kissed down to her breasts.

When I moved the sheets off from covering her, I noticed she was still completely nude as she was when we went to bed the night before. I cupped her pubic mound with my left -hand and gently rubbed. She spread her legs a little to give me better access to her mound. I could feel her arousal as my hand caressed her labia.

I went to slip a finger in her vagina and she stopped me. She told me she was a little tender down there. I asked if something was wrong and she told me that it had been a while she has had sex. She added that she would be fine but asked me to understand. I nodded my head in agreement. I let her know that we had plenty of time together and I understood. She giggled a little and said that is what I get with an old granny.

We continued kissing and caressing. She was still a little modest and shy when it came to affection but her natural instincts would take over. I think she would catch herself and pause as if she was trying to adjust to the natural feelings in her body. I have never seen the look of happiness in her eyes like I see now.

I kissed my down to her pubic area. I knew she was tender and penetration was not an option but I wanted to smell and taste her again. She allowed me to gently lick the length of her labia. I pushed my tongue into her vagina but I could tell she was not comfortable with it being tender. As my tongue touched her clitoris, she would slightly flinch. I asked if that was uncomfortable and she told me that it was pleasant. She said it was a very pleasurable feeling. She described it was a tingling that went from her toes to her brain and back to her toes. This gave me the encouragement to continue giving her pleasure.

She was getting more aroused her body started to tremor uncontrollably. She gripped the linens and I tasted fluids dripping from her vagina. She had a small orgasm then asked me to stop. She said it felt wonderful but it was still tender. Her scent and taste were addictive and I did not want to stop but I did not want to hurt her either.

I repositioned myself so we could be face to face. She started to apologize but I stopped her. I told her that was no reason so feel bad or apologize and I understood. I could see the disappointment in her face so I kept reassuring her that it was perfectly fine and understandable.

We talked a few more minutes, then I told her that I would take a shower so she could rest a little more. After my shower, I suggested I would get dressed and go to the corner drug store and get her something to sooth her bottom. She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said thank you. She once again expressed that I made her feel so special.

I did as I suggested and by the time I got back, Ms. Jeannie was sound asleep again. I hated to wake her but I guess my presence startled her and she woke up. There was nothing more beautiful than to see her sleeping and then waking up. The look on her face show innocence but yet she had the guilty look also.

She quickly looked at the clock and realized she should get showered and ready to leave so we could check out the hotel. I reminded her that after she was showered and dried off that I had the soothing gel for her bottom. She looked at me with a little innocent look and said, you mean my pussy? We both laughed because we both knew that was not her normal language.

Once she was showered and dried off, she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back so I had better access to her bottom. I could see it was a little irritated but not being used to so much activity. I gently kissed her vagina and then applied a liberal amount of gel, being careful not to cause her any more discomfort.

I wiped my finger on the towel she had brought with her then I helped her to her feet. We embraced and kissed passionately before she broke the kiss and said she better get dressed before we start something we cannot finish.

I sat on the bed and watched as my senior lover dressed. I watched as she put on a beige pair of tummy control panties. She turned around and wiggled as she pulled them up giving me a show of her back side. She reached in her suitcase for a beige brassiere and asked me to hook the back for her. I volunteered to help her put her breasts in the cups of the bra. She then reached in the closet for the last outfit she had hanging. It was one of her typical wrap-a-round skirts and a button blouse.

She did a little fashion twirl for me before she sat at the desk and put on a little make up and brushed her hair. It was very arousing to me to see her transform from a sleeping beauty to a stunning granny. By the way, I knew better than to call her a granny.

While she gathered her things and packed her bags, I went down to the lobby to get a luggage cart. By the time I returned to our room, she had all of our bags by the door ready for me to load them on the cart.

Once I had them loaded, we embraced and kissed again before heading to the front desk to check out of our temporary love nest. Before closing the door for the last time, she stopped and looked towards the bed for the last time. As she pulled the door closed, she patted my arm and told me thank you.

The new life Ms. Jeannie was experiencing was like a butterfly's first flight, fragile yet full of bravery and excitement.

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