THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH_(3)

The Fountain of Youth

He turns the cup once more, the little tea that is left inside swills around and he watches as it slowly re-finds its stillness. The little spoon by the side of the saucer makes another darker spot on the tablecloth as one more drip of tea falls and the teapot gives out its last final blast of steam. Across the table lies an empty space where the person he is waiting for should be sitting, ‘late again’ thinks Adam the main person involved in this tale. He remembers the first time that he and the woman he is waiting for had come to this cafe for a cup of tea and coffee, and the spark that he had felt on that first meeting. The first meeting, when he had come to this arranged meeting place with little hope of finding true love but had left with that one first spark of what would finally come to pass.

The back story

From a very early age Adam Abeles knew that he was going to one day settle down and find a nice homely woman, just like his dad had told him he had done when he first found with his mother. Thirty five years his mother and father had lived happily together as husband and wife and they had kept a happy and full of love house for their only son Adam. Every day they would whisper sweet nothings to each other and love was ever part of everything they did. That was until the day that Adams father had passed away. After that his mother had vowed never to love another like the way she had loved Adams father and until her dying day she never had another love other than the love she had always had for her son. Though his father died when he was only seventeen, Adam had always still longed to have the same type of relationship with a woman that his parents had had. The odd occasional relationship had happened up until the age of twenty five but nothing that he could have ever seen lasting more than a couple of months.

On a cloudy day at his local seaside promenade he was to meet a girl named Mandy. She would be meeting him close to the lighthouse and would be wearing a blue dress, he knew what she looked like from a picture that one of his girl friend’s had of her and was hoping that she was not going to turn out to be twenty years older than the twenty six she had said she was.

While strolling down the promenade to the lighthouse Adam looked up at the strange purple and green sky, there seemed an alien feel to it as the edge of the cloud formation swirled and took funny peculiar shapes. It was a warm summer’s day and apart from the talk of a lunar eclipse there was nothing else different about the day than any other of the days before it, well apart from the strange clouds. He did not hear the faint footsteps of someone coming in the opposite direction until it was too late and the woman’s hand came out to steady herself as she realised herself that Adam was about to come crashing into her.

The flash of light shone as bright as a million suns and just as hot, feelings of his body being catapulted through the air were the last things Adam could, or ever did remember of that day. He woke up in the hospital two days later with a heavily bandaged hand and a ringing in his ears that lasted for nearly two months. The doctors had told him that he had been a very lucky man, lucky that he had survived a lightning strike with only a scarred hand and not been killed. The only reason they could explain that he had come out so lightly injured was because of the woman that had been struck by the lightning bolt at the same time. She too had received a large burn to her hand that would leave a nasty scar and she too had been lucky that Adam had also held out his hand at the exact same moment to catch her from falling into him. The electricity had passed equally between them as their hands touched, ‘a one in a hundred million chance…and completely unexpected weather ‘ the doctor had told him as they give him the all clear to go home. The woman had been taken to a different hospital and Adam never got to meet her and thank her for what she had done before he went home.

After his chance lightning strike Adam met a nice woman one night a few weeks later while drinking in a pub down his local town with his friends. He had never had a problem in the bedroom department and on their first night together in a sexual encounter he would find that things had slightly improved for the better. His penis had grown by an inch at least since his electric shock and his new girlfriend had told him that it was the best night of sex she had ever had.

Adam had always known how to pleasure a woman and was not shy to learning every little new trick that each of his girlfriends would require to climax. Ashley had been a wild girl, his very first girlfriend and even though she was three years his senior she was a bit of an amateur to what he could teach her. They had drifted apart and the last he knew she was getting married to a guy named Danny or Daniel. Then there was Nicky, the quiet one who had so many underlying problems that the two of them spent more time talking of love than making love. She had become a nun the last he had heard. Then there was Samantha, the one that he thought was ‘the one’. She had had a sexual appetite to match his own and for nearly two years they had begun to build a life together. One night her family had up and moved town and all that Adam had ever heard of her again was a postcard from Spain, that and a letter to say that she was sorry for leaving but that her family had to come first, she had met someone else and had hoped that he would be able to do the same.

His new girlfriend he had found out very quickly was fond of role playing, and she loved the way that Adam could change his voice to a new person as easy as switching a light switch on. As each character required Adam became that person, a gladiator of the coliseum of Rome with the brute taking of a woman there and then in a dominant way through to the made up persona of an angel with all the gentleness not now easily found on earth. He could do them all. The Angel persona was his new girlfriends favourite as she said he put an extra effort into the foreplay. Adam could spend hours pleasuring his girlfriend before he even got himself undressed, and after he did he took even more time before he would reach his own climax from penetrative sex. That his girlfriend had told him was when the real magic had happened, not for the two hours of foreplay beforehand, not that she ever complained about it, but when his cum had entered her. She told him how it gave her a feeling of satisfaction unlike anything she had eve r experienced before in her life. Adam had always put it down to the fact that he had made a real effort to get the foreplay right every time and for almost ten years they lived happily together in what it seemed to Adam was ‘a perfect life’.

Then one day when they had been to a friend’s party a divide opened up between them, a divide that only grew bigger and bigger as the next few months passed along by. During the party one of his girlfriend’s friends had remarked that she did not look a day over the age of twenty five, a remarkable thing they said as Adam and the friends themselves had already begun showing the signs of their age. A wrinkle here, a balding patch there and that was just the women. Her features had looked like they had stopped aging and indeed begun to turn back in time and with it she had found herself being the centre of many of the male party members stares, one in particular she had returned more than just a fleeting smile.

At the age of thirty six Adam had found himself back on the lonely mans scrapheap. His girlfriend of over ten years had one day announced that she had found someone else and was hoping that he would do the same (like he had not heard that hurtful phrase before). She gave no direct reason for the breakup but Adam had often seen her later on in town with men very much younger than the years he now looked.

For the next ten years Adam had only short term relationships with women and nearly all of them had ended their relationships in the same sort of manner, ‘they all had moved on to someone else’ and hoped that ‘he could do the same’. Very annoying for Adam who was now getting into his late forties and was no closer to finding that special someone than he had been when he was in his twenties. But, and this was a big ‘but’, he had started to notice a very peculiar thing was happening with all of the women he had been dating. After they had been together for a few weeks, and after a good few sessions of sex( every one of them saying that it was something unexplainable and amazing about his cum) that he had realized that his cum was doing something to each and every one of them. They all began to look younger, their friends and family and as it always went, their soon to be future partners all kept telling them.

One night as Adam was about to reach his fiftieth birthday he had a chance encounter with one of the women that he had had a short relationship with, for about five months, and he was about to put his theory to the test. The woman had definitely aged since he had last seen her but she was still looking at least ten years his junior, a fifty year old in a forty year olds body. They had a few drinks together in a local pub, things got very friendly and she explained how she had quite recently broken up with her partner. They had been together for nearly six years but he had had an affair with a woman ten years her junior. She had told him how she had felt the most youthful back in the days when they had been together and that she was sorry for ever leaving him. After many drinks and a lot of flirting they made their way back to her flat.

Adam found his way into her bedroom where she was waiting, naked. He started as he always did by licking every inch of her skin, from head to toe. Her skin was older now, the taste of it was more mature than the sweet buttered taste it had been the last time he had tasted it, though this was more to his liking, like a fine wine aged to perfection. Her face had a few more lines around the features than it had before and Adam noticed a few more pounds of flesh than had been there before. Little wisps of hair now covered parts of her body that could only signify the onset of age, the smooth hairless body of the young woman he had known before was changed. As he circled her nipples he found them more defined than the young puffy nipples he had known. They still stiffened and tasted as great as he played them to her gasps of pleasure. Her breasts had filled some, bigger and heavier they sat lower their size now filling more than he could hold with one hand. His tongue lapped at their width, teeth nibbled and saliva glistened as he remembered every little thing she had loved before, and then some extras. Her belly button rose and fell violently as his tongue slid down her sides, to the start of her hips. Once inside her thighs there was only one place left to feel, her sex. The places that things come in and out of, the places that Adam had already decided his cock was not about to be going tonight. He could pleasure her to exhaustion with tongue and finger and for once he was going to hold back on his own climax.

His tongue raced down the line of her inner thigh, passed the small mound of hair that the woman kept and all the way around to the other side of her body. In a simple move that he had performed many times over the years he had turned her completely over onto her front, her arse cheeks summoned his mouth to bite down and his teeth grasped onto warm flesh, not to hurt but only to tease of what he thought of her juicy arse, “I could eat this all day” he told her as he sank his teeth into the flesh of one ass cheek. Down his tongue travelled as he fleeted it passed her anal door. Then he flipped her again, his tongue again starting on a line to her inner thigh, saliva glistening as it left a trail straight to the tip of her clit. His circled the outline, his tongue pressing gentle but firmly through the folds. At this point Adam would normally tease and tease the clit until it could take no more and the woman growled ‘enough’ to him. This time however the woman seemed to want to waste no time in getting to the final act.

“I want you in me…do it now” barked the woman.

Adam tried to ignore the woman’s order and carry on with what he was about to do, but a grip on his hair put a sudden stop to all that. His eyes glanced up as the discomfort of his hair being pulled brought his mouth into another action, “what are you doing, I’ll do this for you and then I can finish off when you are satisfied”.

The woman gave his hair a stronger tug towards her face, “I don’t need all that I just want to feel you inside me” she replied. Her other hand gripped onto his shoulder as she tried to get him to mount her.

As hard as it was going to be Adam had come into this situation with a plan, a plan to see if it was really only his cum that this woman was after or whether or not he was just imagining the connection to the women looking younger to justify why he had such bad luck with long term relationships. Now he would find out.

“I’m so sorry but I have an infection down there and it wouldn’t be safe to have intercourse” replied Adam, knowing that if she didn’t care about such a thing he was on to something. The woman looked at him obviously debating something in her head.

“Is it something that can’t be cured or is it just an STI or something like that” asked the woman. Her eyes were focused on his cock and she looked as if she was still considering saying yes in any case.

“It’s an STI, but a really bad one. Though it is not life threatening and the doctor said it will clear up in a few months” Adam had no idea what he was going to call it if she asked the name of the infection but he didn’t think she was going to say OK to something that bad anyway. He began to lift himself off of her in readiness for her rejection.

“that’s OK then, I really want you inside me with all that cum” she replied as she pulled his body back down onto her, her legs opening wider to make sure he was going to shoot straight in.