Micheline: An Older Woman

As we were leaving, the Maitre D' approached us and gave me an opening I couldn't resist, "I see you haven't stopped for dessert. Sir, Madam, can I offer you one compliment of the house? For the earlier err... misunderstanding."

"No thank you, we'll have our desert a little later in private. I'm going to have fun unwrapping it, then we are going to make long slow love to each other, more than once. Hope the thought of that gets you through the rest of the night," I said, as both giggling we left the restaurant, my hand slipping onto Micheline's bum, showing possession.

We didn't have desert immediately but took our time strolling through Old Quebec, especially Petit-Champlain, looking at the bistros and shops, Micheline, guiding me and explaining about parts of her city, but also showing me off, parading me once again. I'm sure she was gaining confidence that she was still young and sexy enough to attract a younger man.

We were so natural together as we strolled around, arms around each other, my hand resting on Micheline's hip and drifting to her bum, hers tucked into the rear pocket of my jeans, feeling my arse, pinching it at times. We were like a pair of young lovers, but there was a twenty year age difference between us.

The Tuesday night as she dropped me back at the ship she refused to come on-board saying that she had an early start the next morning, she worked for the Quebec, or Canadian Film industry as a location scout and had some early morning views to show to a director to see if they were atmospheric enough. She parked up near the ship in a dark area where we couldn't be seen and gave me a fantastic blow job, asking nothing of me in return. The sight of her blonde curls bobbing up and down on me and mature body filling a tight white T-shirt and black leather skirt that hugged her hips meant I didn't last long. As we parted she purred, "You can repay me tomorrow." I would be delighted to.

Wednesday evening, Micheline looked stunning in a pale lemon blouse clinging to her body, usual just below knee-length silk skirt, in a deep blue that swayed and floated as she moved, hair teased to perfection, make-up subtle to emphasise her eyes. We had an early dinner in a small bistro and then went back to the ship. When we were in my cabin, we relaxed into a long session of making love, we went to bed at about nine in the evening, that's how eager we were to be in bed together.

We caressed each other, hands roaming everywhere, tempting and teasing, pleasuring and seeking, we took out time, we knew we had all night and neither of us was in a rush. Even in the short time, we had been together we had made love so often that we knew what the other wanted, how to give it, or how to deny it, teasing in the denial of relief.

We were building to something special, stimulating each other with our mouths, lips and tongues probing and teasing everywhere, hands and fingers exploring. My fingers had just slid into her pussy, stroking deep in her, thumb playing with her clit, her head pressed into my chest, mouth sucking my nipple into it, when she bit lightly down on it, nipping it between her teeth.

She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her, guiding my cock to the entrance of her pussy she pushed up onto me, I didn't enter her or push into her, she opened up and took me in, pushing onto me, engulfing me in a hot moist place.

I held still letting Micheline set the rhythm and pace, I knew that tonight was for her, we were making love again. She liked making love slowly and romantically, pure sex was harder and shorter, but with Micheline both were great, I didn't know which I enjoyed the most.

I'd been pumping into her for about twenty minutes, long slow deep pumps, basically just rocking my hips back and forwards, matching the pace that Micheline set, my head raised to take first one then the other of her full round boobs into my mouth, playing with them, licking them from the outermost of the orbs to the smallest and tightest of nipples, nibbling and flicking them with my tongue, when Micheline murmured, "Nic, I'm cumming soon, finish as soon as you want, I want to feel your cum in me, I want to feel your cum fill me."

Her words were accompanied by an increase in tempo and urgency in her movements as she pushed harder onto me, pussy clenching tight, a velvet clamp of pleasure on my cock. I stopped playing with her tits and looked into her eyes, wanting to look deep into her soul as we both came.

With a slight sigh and small shudder Micheline came, looks of wonder in her eyes, her orgasm wasn't as frantic as others we had shared but it seemed for the quietness of it so much more intense, more meaningful to her, more loving.

"Oh mon Dieu, c'est bonne, c'est magnifique."

Still staring deeply into her slightly unfocused eyes my own orgasm hit me, much more intense than Micheline's, hot flushes coursing through me as I shot jet after jet of cum deep into her, just as she wanted. As the first spurt shot into her and hit the top of her cervix, her eyes shot wide in delight, mouth forming into a big smile, hands clenching on my arse holding me in tight, her pussy again clenched on me, milking every drop of cum from my balls and body, dragging it from me, into her. This had the effect of sending her over into another climax, but this time it was an earth-shattering one, Micheline screaming and shouting as her body spasmed and shook underneath me.

I gazed in wonder at this passionate women as I slowly softened, then slid out. I took her in my arms, kissed her and held her as she slept the night away in my arms and in my bed.

On Saturday evening Micheline had arranged that the three pairs would go to her house for a meal. This was the first time I had been to her home all our previous lovemaking had been in my cabin, or stolen moments outdoors or in her car.

When we got there I realised why, her son was just leaving for the evening and he wasn't much younger than I was. I really was a Toy-boy, and happy to be one!

After a beautiful meat fondue and side salad accompanied by a couple of bottles of wine, we relaxed and then Micheline took me to her bedroom, leaving the others to their own devices.

Micheline slowly stripped for me, removing each piece of clothing in a teasing sensuous way, gradually revealing all of her full mature body for my eyes to admire. When she was naked she walked towards me slowly, then began to undress me, with the same infinite slowness she had done herself, but this time she was kissing each part of my body as she brought it into view. Soft music and low lighting only emphasised the sensuousness of the moment.

When I was finally as naked as her, she led me to her bed and arm in arm we fell onto it, immediately dropping into our routine of lovemaking, first oral stimulation, never sixty-nine, Micheline explained that she didn't like that position, she felt she couldn't concentrate on giving and receiving at the same time. Then into long slow lovemaking, first me on top, then Micheline switching to riding me, always facing me, never breaking contact with each other. Eventually, we both climaxed within seconds of each other, mine a long shuddering orgasm my cum exploding out of me deep into Micheline. Micheline's equally intense.

As we lay next to each other, recovering in the warm afterglow of mutually pleasing lovemaking a soft knock came on the door, which then slowly opened and Colette came in. She looked nice in a short flimsy semi-transparent nightdress. She was much thinner than Micheline, almost anorexic in look, very skinny and pale, boobs barely making a dent in her nightdress. Where Micheline was full and rounded, Colette was thinner, much, much thinner and slimmer.

The two women were talking animatedly in French that I couldn't understand. Then Micheline turned to me and said, "Nic, when we are together like this, we normally swap partners. This time I'm not sure, do you want to, Tommy and Pascale definitely don't?"

I took a second to think things through, yes I did, I'd never done anything like that before and Colette although skinny had a certain sexiness about her that intimated she would be fun to go with, but I didn't want to leave Micheline. I didn't want anyone else that night.

"In some ways, I'd love to it would be fun and kinky and Colette is sexy, but I only want you, I don't want to share you."

Micheline and Colette again exchanged words in French, with much shoulder shrugging from Colette, then with a sigh, she turned and left Micheline and me alone again.

We made love time and time again that wondrous night, most times I was on top in the missionary position, rocking my hips back and forth cock, penetrating Micheline, her pussy taking me in, welcoming me. But one wondrous time just before we fell asleep Micheline was astride me, pussy clamping tight and then releasing on my cock rocking back and forth as she loved to do, but this time she was just a little quicker in her movements, pushing onto me a little harder. Somehow more frantic and desperate, wilder, her groin rotating and pushing into mine, trying to get my cock deeper and deeper into her.

As Micheline rode me, hands pressing on my shoulders pinning me to the bed, she bent forward so her full and heavy boobs were swaying inches from my face, dark areolas surrounding her erect nipples. I leaned forward, forced myself up and sucked the first one then the other into my mouth, slobbering over them as I delighted in the feel and taste of them in my mouth, the weight of them pressing against my face. Smothering me.

At last, I concentrated on her left boob, nipping the nipple playfully between my teeth, that is something I seemed to have taught her and she loves it now. I could sense Micheline's frustration building as she rode to her climax, frustrating in wanting it to come sooner, but also wanting to delay the final release. I went with her pace, wanting to please her, then taking over, I thrust my hips higher and harder hammering into her from underneath, sucking her boob deep into my mouth, her fingers were playing frantically with her clit. Then that moment of ecstasy and relief. A scream of pure lust escaped her lips as her pussy clamped on me, and I felt a hot rush of her cum flood over my groin. This was quickly followed by me shooting my cum into her. My orgasm was quieter as my mouth was filled by her left boob.

Micheline slumped forward panting for breath, her gasps echoing in my ear, then that most intimate and loving of things a little kiss in the nape of my neck and a sigh as she fell asleep on top of me, totally at ease, totally spent and sated. It wasn't long before I joined her in oblivion.

When I woke in the morning it was with Michelines head in my lap, lips around my cock, giving me a slow blow job, what a nice way to wake up. Especially when I came in Micheline's mouth.

"That was a nice breakfast," she said.

"Now for mine," I replied as I flipped her onto her back and ate her pussy until she came. That presaged another round of lovemaking that lasted the morning and into the afternoon. We didn't see each other on Sunday night as Micheline was visiting her mother as she always does. It gave me time to relax and reflect on our relationship. I think I was more than a little bit in love with her.

The last night, before the ship sails at six a.m. the following morning and Micheline has picked me up, we are going for a few drinks then dinner and finally back to her place for the night. Only the second time I have slept at hers in our brief time together. Micheline has ordered a taxi for me for the morning so I can get back to the ship on time, also telling me not to wake her but to leave quietly as she is sleeping. Just to quietly slip away.

The meal could have been sad and morbid as we both knew our time together was nearly over, and that what we had had together could have been more so much more, it was more than just a quick fling, it had changed both of us forever. Instead, it was a fun time as we reflected on the things we had done together, even the sex we had had.

Finally, back at hers, she took me quietly to her bed. No teasing or seduction, we undressed each other, taking our time. Like long time lovers, caring and comforting with each other, knowing the delights that are to be revealed, then savouring the sight, each covering the other with kisses.

When we were both naked we lay on the bed and Micheline slid down and took me in her mouth, soft and gentle, teasing with her soft touches, tongue licking and probing, then her lips closed on my shaft as she took me deep to the entrance of her throat, but not entering it, she kept this up for a while until I could stand no more. I forced her to stop and this time got her flat on her back and returned the compliment and loving.

My lips brushed her pussy tormenting her with the lightest of touches, she sighed as I did so, muttering things in French to herself, encouraging me to continue, her hips pushing up and forward allowing me easier access to her core as I slipped my tongue deep into her one more time, loving the taste of her, drinking down the juices that were already beginning to flow from her. Her hands were clenched in my hair twisting it and holding me in-place on her. I wasn't going to move anyway, I was going to bring her to a climax with my mouth.

My tongue flicked on her clit and then I sucked it into my mouth, rolling it around my lips, then teeth nipping on it, not quite biting, but holding it firmly, then flicking the end of it with my tongue as I continued to hold it in my teeth. She did have a large clitoris so I could do that. Micheline's moans increased in volume and turned to shouts of pleasure as she gradually built to her release, taken there by the action of my tongue and lips on her. Her hips pushed even higher and with a scream, she came, shudders rippling through her body, her juices flooding out of her, and into my mouth. I made sure I drank down as much as I could, remembering the taste of her, imprinting it for one last time in my memory.

Micheline kept hold of my hair as she pulled me up her body until I was lying on top of her and so naturally slid my stiff cock into her hot, welcoming and wanting pussy, immediately she began a slow rocking, pushing her hips into me as her legs drawn back and up wrapping around me, ankles clasped on my arse. She then rocked me to my climax, using all her experience and the muscles of her pussy. She was gripping and releasing my cock, I could feel her pussy rippling up and down the length, driving me insane with wanting and need.

Micheline was showering me with kisses as she drove me to my climax until I stopped her and looked deep into her eyes, eyes that were filled with love and desire. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I came in a long, body shaking orgasm, spurt after spurt of cum jetting out of my cock, deep into her pussy. Micheline's eyes went wide as the first spurt hit her cervix, a look of longing and thanks. She had wanted my cum, had got it and received it with thanks.

As I softened I slid out of her, rolled on my back, took her in my arms hugging her close and tight, as we drifted off to sleep, her body half across mine, head buried in the nape of my neck, breath tickling softly. We slept so well together, comfortable and loving, but this would be the final time we would sleep together.

Before she fell asleep Micheline thanked me, for the time we had spent together, thanked me for making her feel young again, for feeling desired, for feeling sexy again, for feeling like a woman. She was all of those things, young, sexy, desirable.

I had been proud to be by her side and know her love during the time we had been together, I didn't need thanks, being with her, sharing a small part of her life was thanks enough. Micheline had made an indelible print in my memory.

I woke at four am, slipped from her embrace, quietly got dressed and after placing one last soft kiss on her head went downstairs to the waiting taxi. The ship sailed at six-thirty in the morning. I managed to slip up onto the deck as we eased away, normally during this period I was stationed in the Engine-room and saw Micheline's figure on the quayside, waving quietly.

I had arranged for a single red rose to be sent to her that morning, a red rose for love, a red rose for England, a red rose for Lancashire where I come from, and another one each day for the next ten days, one for every day we had been together.

Reflecting back on our time together as a couple, we had had some great times, we had made love more than we had had sex, and the memory was all the better for it. Micheline had welcomed me into her life and love and given me for a brief moment in time unconditional loving.

I had learnt so much from that woman in our brief time together, the age difference seemingly unimportant, maybe that was because we both knew our liaison would be brief and fleeting both fully committing to it for the time we had together. Unintentionally she had captured a part of my heart and would hold it forever.