Recently a friend made a comment that registered with me in a forceful manner: “It is possible to love somesome and not be in love with that person.” For weeks after hearing him make that comment I thought of the relationship with my wife. Almost 3 years ago she just stopped expressing words or actions of passion. Not wanting to force the issue I resolved myself to accepting her evident desires, but it has been extremely difficult because, even though society has chosen to refer to those of my age category as senior, there is still an abundance of passion in my thoughts and emotions. And so, since I have the opportunity to travel frequently as part of my profession, I decided to go with the flow and see where the tide would take me. Below is one of the “Travel Tales” I have experienced.
It had been a long day of driving and as the last few glimpses of the gorgeous sunset adorned the western sky, I was looking forward to getting to my motel room. Just as I was about to take the exit I saw a woman on the other side of the interstate – she was standing beside her car with her head resting on the roof. I decided to refuel before heading for the motel and as I removed the pump after the fillup I looked back down the interstate and the woman was still there – in the same position. The receipt did not dispense and so I went inside to get one. I mentioned to the lady behind the counter what I had seen and she smiled and said, “Oh, I know who you are talking about. She shows up there every month about this same time – stands for a couple of hours and then leaves.” My interest was tapped and so I inquired if anyone knew why. The lady continued that she did not think any of the locals had every asked to find out.
I thought to myself as I walked to my car, “if she is still there I am going to drive down and find out if she is alright.” And sure enough – there she was.
As I pulled up behind her new Mercedes SUV and made my way toward her, I noticed a sticker on the back window – “In Memory of Chad.” That really got my attention because that is also my name.
She lifted her head as I asked in a low voice, “Are you alright?” She looked somewhat startled at first and then smiled as she nodded her head. “I was driving on the other side of the highway when I saw you and when I finished filling up with gas I noticed you were still here. I mentioned it to the lady inside and she told me that she sees you about every month here. I guess my curiosity just got the best of me and so here I am.”
Again she smiled and responded, “I have been coming here every month for 14 months and you are the first person who has stopped – the first person who has asked if I am alright. You must have a kind heart. Yes, I am alright and why I come here each month is a long story.”
I took out my cell phone – looked at the clock and replied (and as I heard myself saying the words I could hardly believe I was saying them), “Well, it is early and I have not eaten dinner yet. Would you like to join me? I am a good listener.” I really was expecting her to refuse, but after a few seconds of giving it thought she answered, “Since we are strangers to each other, I will accept only if we can eat at the restaurant at this exit. The people there, even though they do not know me, they do know me and I will feel comfortable there.” I agreed and followed her as we drove down to the next exit and made a u-turn to get back to the exit where I had stopped for fuel and where the restaurant and my motel was located.
As we ate our meal I listened. Her name was Amanda and she explained that 15 months ago her husband had been killed in an auto accident at the place where she was standing when I saw her and the very next month she began her trips. They had been married for over 20 years and his death was a tragedy in her life – he had been her first and only love. As she spoke I found myself captivated by the tenderness in her voice and the words she spoke. It had been about 5:30 pm when we began our meal and before I knew it we had been sitting and talking for over 2 ½ hours. All of a sudden she looked at her watch and said, “I have a long drive to get home and I am so sorry for unloading on you and taking up so much of your time. But you see, you are the first person I have felt comfortable enough to share all of this with – we had no children and our families live far away. (her voice quivered) would have been our anniversay. Thank you for stopping this afternoon – thank you for dinner – thank you for listening – thank you, thank you, thank you.”
I reached over and placed a hand on one of hers. She laid her other hand over mine and continued, “You know what? I would like some dessert.” “What would you like,” I asked? To my utter surprise she replied with a moment of hesitation, />
I took both of her hands in mine and whispered that I had a motel room already oberved and asked if she would like to share the room with me. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded her head and smiled.
When we got to the room she told me that she did not have any other clothes since she usually drove home after her monthly visit. I told her that if she wanted, I would take my suitcase back to my car and then I would not have any either. She laughed and went to shower. When she finished she appeared with a towel draped around her and I then went to shower. When I finished I followed her lead and wrapped a towel around my waist.
As I exited the bath and entered the room I saw that the lights had been dimmed and there was some soft music playing from one of the cable channels. My eyes rapidly adjusted and to my delight there she was – laying on the bed – with no towel over her body. Again, following her lead, I unwrapped the towel from my waist and made my way to the bed.
When I sat down on the edge, Amanda placed a hand on my thigh and whispered, “It has been so long – 15 months. I am glad the first person is going to be with you.” I whispered in the same volume, “Me too,” and leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. I then said, “I want this time together to be special for you – an anniversay you will remember. I do not want to have sex with you – I want to make love with you.” She smiled as her eyes moistened and she nodded her head in approval.
Gently I rolled Amanda onto her stomach and as I did she looked questioningly at me. I smiled and said, “It is alright. Trust me.” She replied, “Even though we only met this afternoon, for some strange reason I do.”
I slide to the end of the bed and kissed her right heel. Slowly I began to kiss and lick my way up the calf and thigh until I came to her ass. I then slide back down and kissed her left heel. Again, I began to kiss and lick my way up the calf and thigh until I came to her ass. When I reached her ass I started licking in small circles over her ass. I heard her moan softly and then I placed my tongue at the entrance of her crack. I felt her tense and then relax as my tongue lightly licked across and then up and down. Her hips raised to meet my tongue and as they did I slid my hands beneath her and enveloped her pussy mound with my fingers.
After several minutes I removed my hands and began to slowly slide up her warm body – kissing and licking as I did until I lay over her with my cock resting on her ass. I kissed the nap of her neck and then took her right ear lobe between my lips and gently nibbled. I heard her breathing heavier and then I moved to take her left ear lobe between my lips and gently nibbled. As her breathing continued to get heavier I whispered as I released her ear lobe from between my lipe, “Happy />
I then turned her slowly onto her back and knelt beside her – allowing my eyes to devour the portrait of this lovely woman. I leaned over and kissed her forehead – then her right eyelid – then her left eyelid – then her lips. As my lips touched hers I felt her tongue slide between my lips and it began to draw me to her lips. When my tongue touched her lips she sucked it into her mouth and she sucked on it like it was a piece of candy that had just been unwrapped for her.
As she sucked my tongue, my hands started exploring her body – touching eaching of her breasts and tingling as I felt the hardness of each of her nipples – touching her stomach that had a slight plumpness to it – touching her pussy mound that was already sending wonderful rays of warmth to my fingertips.
I then felt her hands on my head as she began to gently push it downward. I kissed her neck and then each of her breasts – kissing and licking each one – taking each nipple between my lips and carefully brushing my teeth on them. As I would suck one nipple I felt one of Amanda’s hands rubbing the other breast and then alternating when I changed. Her body was getting so hot.
After several minutes I again felt her hands pushing my head downward. When I got to her navel I paused and darted my tongue inside. She moaned. I then started licking toward her pussy. When my head reached there I felt her hands remove from my head and felt her hands begin to spead her pussy lips. I opened my eyes and savored the sight of wetness that was already so present and felt the heat of expectacy. I laid my tongue between her parted pussy lips and breathed heavily into her cunt. She moaned and I felt her hips lunge upward. She was cumming. As her body began to quiver and then quiet down I started to move my tongue that had only been resting there. I licked up and down, up and down, up and down – deeper and deeper and deeper with each stoke. Her hips started to flow in rhythm with the up and down movement of my tongue.
After several minutes of licking this cunt that was now like a furnace I took Amanda’s swollen clit between my lips and started to suck. With each tug I felt her body move. She began to move her hips up and down – she was fucking my tongue. As I continued to suck this clit what was so desirous I placed my hands on her breasts and started to gently massage her nipples with my fingers. She was now like a volcano – a volcano needing to erupt – a volcano about to spew its inner juice – juce that I wanted to taste – juice that I needed to taste. It seemed as though the room was rocking even though there was soft music playing. Her hips lunged upward – pressing against my face – her wetness becoming a soaking presence as she soared to another orgasm height.
As Amanda’s hips lowered and her body relaxed I felt her hands on my shoulders and she rolled me onto my back. The light from the dimmed lights radiated from her eyes and without saying a word she poised her body over mine and began to engulf my cock with her pussy as she sat on it. She leaned back and began to slowly fuck my cock. As she did, her tits moved up and down. She started to rotate her hips and as she did, her tits moved side to side.
The speed of her movements became faster and faster and as my eyes were closed I heard the slapping sound of her body against mine. Amanda then whispered, “Please open your eyes, I want you to look into them as I cum again and as you cum.”
When she said that I could not hold it any longer – I began to shoot into her hot pussy. Amanda knew what was happening – she threw back her head and the fucking reached a pinnacle of pleasure as our juices mixed together. Then she sat up straight – smiled really big and did something I had never experienced before – she tightened her cunt around my cock and squeezed. It felt so erotic. Usually after an orgasm, my cock will begin to return to normal, but on that night it seemed that my cock wanted to stay hard forever.
After what seemed like a delightful eternity my cock finally begain to relax and when it was fully relaxed, Amanda gently rolled to my side. I placed an arm beneath her head and as she lay her head on my shoulder and looked into her eyes, I heard her say just before going to sleep, “Thank you Chad for making this anniversay so very />
When I awoke the next morning, Amanda was gone. I was disappointed that I did not get to say goodbye. I dressed and took my suitcase to the car. As I sat down on the seat I saw a piece of paper on my windshield. I got out and it was a note from Amanda:
“Dear Chad. I did not want to say goodbye so I am not going to say it. Here is my cell number and my address. Please let me hear from you. PS – I don’t think I will making any more monthly visits here. Big smile as I shout, Thank you. Amanda.”
story by: whyteknyte
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