Insatiable Flirting and Teasing at 53

Heather is wearing a short knit dress with shoulder straps and the sides are open to her waist. She is braless sitting on the sittee with one leg stretched out, the other leg bent up with foot on the chair open and pantiless in my home office. The height of the sittee lets me be at eye level to her breasts, She loves that but it leaves me standing there only able to take it. Tonight, Heather doesn’t want to be just the fly in my web. She don’t want to let me win. This has been going on in our relationship since our first date. The sly smile here and there, the look in my eyes when I think I won’t be caught, the brushes up against her arm and the whispered promises from behind her on various occasions offering things he’s now delivering.


When mutual friends introduced Heather to me, I was intrigued and surprised at how hot and sexy she was at 53. Her hot curvy slim body was an immediate turn on for me. Heather immediately informed me, she had heard about my womanizing, my six divorces, my nickname ” John the bull,” my dark side for rough sex was intriguing, scary, exciting to her and that I was a sex addict. She also informed me that she can keep me lusting for her, keep me horny, and keep me satisfied. Occasionally – not often, but at times – sex between us is some kind of power struggle. Who’s in control, on top, the tone, the speed. We both have a good time when we fight like this, but both of us like to win for the sake of winning and can tease each other ruthlessly. When the game is on we are a even match overall, each giving as good as we get. Tonight, I thinks I’m winning.


I leaned down kissing her as I pull the straps of her dress off her shoulders, I cup her breast, licking and sucking the nipple. Heather pushes back on my shoulders to get my attention from her nipple as if she might take it away from me. I let slip a frustrated growl from low in my throat. I can play too. In response I reach down to kiss her again, hard and deep until she is breathless and weak. I pull her up from the sittee and head up stairs to the bedroom. I pull her to the bed like a spider reeling in my catch. She follows me like she has no other choice, she is crawling up the bed, half beside my body and half over it.

Shit, wait, jeans. Backing off the bed I’m undoing my fly before she gets off the edge and pulls, letting them slide down. She looks up along my body after dropping hers to the floor and standing over the bed, now I feel in control of this. She places a hand on the top of my foot and runs her thumb up the arch. Turning her hand so the nail scrapes along causing me to gasp and jerk away. When I look back at her, with her devilish expression I know what she wants. I see now that maybe my teasing all night has pushed her too far. Will she be cruel and torturous in her revenge? Maybe. ” Alright, alright I give up,” I say in a fake huff pulling my foot farther away. My smile clearly shows my amusement, I’m having fun too. I sit up, letting her stack both pillows together so I’m propped up. This is me letting her be on top, letting her win. Heather can’t believe I was so easy.

She crawls up the bed very slowly, her hands wandering along my legs. She slides her fingers underneath my knees then up along the outside of both thighs. That makes me close my eyes and drop my head back. She stops before reaching the tops of my thighs then she hears my breath catch in anticipation. She can wait, can I? Her hair follows her hands, drifting and tickling across the length of me from foot to belly. She lays her tongue flat against me and licks from the base to the tip making me growl low and long.
” aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh..uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh..aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.”
” That’s not the way to win this, unless of course that’s all you want to win,” my eyes are still closed.

Her only response is to take my short hair in her teeth and tug, not hard but enough to get a satisfying whimper and a jump from my cock against her chin.