The Biker Ch. 05

This story series describes my personal experiences with a young bicyclist. It began in November 2013. My husband and I have an open marriage. He is aware of my sexual encounters with this young man and watched me fellate him. The cyclist was twenty-two when I first met him, and he is a beautiful specimen of the male gender. I am forty years older; an old woman with flab, wrinkles, and saggy boobs. These are real life encounters. I don't falsify my appearance or pretend sex outcomes are perfect.

The Biker Ch. 05 - He likes to fuck old ladies.

Please note, I do NOT mention underage sex in this story. In conversations, the young man told of being raised my parents who were practicing nudists. My story only recounts situations and acts he described that occurred after his eighteenth birthday.

© SandraMustard 2014

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This chapter continues to describe an all-night sexual encounter. To recap chapter four, I agreed to help a sexually inexperienced young man learn to control his premature ejaculations. We arranged to spend the night in a hotel room. Starting with supper in a restaurant he manages, we retired to the room to have our first round of straight intercourse. After the sex, we discussed whether our efforts were successful or not.

We got out of bed to take a break. Lance tossed his condom into the wastebasket. I laughed when I thought about what the housekeeping maids must find on a regular basis. Because he registered for the room as an employee and somebody might connect him and sex with his 'grandaunt', he intended to take precautions by disposing of such evidence somewhere else when he checked out.

We showered together. He enjoyed it when I soaped him from head to toe, and from balls to glans with particular thoroughness, but he objected strongly when I tried to put a finger in his anus. I guessed he would need a lot of coaxing to try strap-on sex. He soaped me in a similar manner, completely avoiding my butt, which I discreetly cleaned when he turned away.

I put my nightgown and panties back on but he remained naked. He deliberately paraded around showing off his swinging cock to entice me but more than that, I sensed he was comfortable being nude in a woman's presence. As we sipped liquid refreshments, discussion turned to his nudity. Initially shy about admitting he purposely exposes himself, drinking beers loosed his tongue. It helped that I shared my exhibitionism experiences.

He informed me that he was raised with relaxed attitudes about clothing inside his home. His mother and father were nudists when they met and practiced the lifestyle as he grew up, even through puberty. His maternal grandmother was a nudist, too. Everyone swam in her backyard pool on her secluded property, always without swimwear.

His parents included him in annual vacations to nudist resorts, which influenced his exhibitionism. Nudist resorts vary in their tolerance of erections; some require hiding them; others consider them natural and only prohibit public sex acts. Lance's parents favored the tolerant resorts.

Attention to his anatomic fortune by females led him to enjoy displaying his penis. Few unattached young women went to the resorts and the ones that did ignored him; mature ladies, whether in the company of a partner or not, openly admired his cock. I asked if that included his mother and grandmother. He said his mom took casual glances but his grandmother gawked as much as any stranger did. Lance liked to look at women too, and with so many mature ladies showing interest in him, he developed his preference for older ages.

Outside of the resorts where being naked was the norm, he was careful how he exposed himself. When he flashed me, he took a big risk but immediately realized I liked to look. My appreciative stares turned him on. I was the first woman to watch him masturbate and he has relived memories of the experience during most of his self-pleasuring since that day.

When I told him that I stood on a hotel balcony and masturbated for a stranger watching me, he asked if he could watch me finger myself. While he sat in the chair, I stood close in front of him, running my fingers over and into my sex. He noticed my crotchless panties finally. I mentioned their purpose was mainly as a visual turn-on because in the end, they are a bother and get in the way. Before long, I slid the panties off so he could clearly watch my fingers plying my sex.

His cock rose stiffly in the air, telling me that my act was arousing him. When my excitement became too much to risk falling over, I climbed onto the bed to finish my jilling with an orgasm. Lance positioned himself between my legs to watch from inches away. Seeing his eyes studying my exposed sex so intently induced a ferocious climax that overwhelmed me quickly.

My body was still writhing from my ebbing orgasm when he asked, "Can I touch you?"

"Please do."

"Since you're not shy, I want to see what a woman has there, not just touch."

"Not only am I not shy, I assure you, I will enjoy anything you want to do to me."

I spread my legs wider to facilitate his exploration. He used both hands to open my labia and a finger to push my clitoral hood out of the way. His touch was gentle, caressing my vulva and sensitive skin nearby; his face was so close that I felt his breath. Occasionally, he probed my slit and poked into my vagina. I wish my doctor would exam me so thoroughly!

For twenty minutes, he teased me unmercifully, never quite building enough arousal to trigger an orgasm. Finally, he used a finger to gather fluids running out of my opening and used them to lubricate my clitoris. His finger massaged the button and then combined his thumb with the finger to pinch my clit. My passion exploded.

When I stopped convulsing and crying out, he spoke with awe in his voice. "You are amazing, a woman your age, enjoying sex so many different ways. I want to learn all I can from you." His eyes darted from my face to my pussy and back several times. He seemed hesitant to speak or act. I had a notion what he wanted but let him build up his courage. Eventually, he said, "I want to learn how to go down on a woman. Will you teach me?"

I gave a breathy laugh and smiled. "You will teach yourself. You know enough about where my pleasure spots are. Just start with your tongue and pay attention to my reactions."

He began in a very timid fashion, extending his tongue far past his lips to poke only its tip into my slit, seeking my clitoris. I did have to coach him extensively but he was eager to please. It wasn't long before I had him using his lips, teeth, and breath as well. I urged him to lap, push, and wiggle with his tongue. He got over his aversion to my leaking fluids enough to bury his tongue in my vagina. He paused briefly after my first orgasm but I encouraged him to keep going.

He didn't stop again no matter how roughly I treated his head. I grabbed him by the hair, locked my legs around his head, and bucked my hips savagely. Sometime after countless more orgasms, I was begging him to fuck me hard. After pausing to put on a condom, a hard fucking is what he gave me. He banged away at me for so long that my pussy got sore and I was grateful when he finally erupted.

I didn't look at the time, but I imagine it was well before midnight. Feeling exhausted, I asked him to let me rest for a few minutes; I must have fallen asleep immediately. I awoke in the middle of the night, taking a moment to figure out where I was. Lance was not in the bed, nor could I see him anywhere else in the dark room. Hearing sounds of the ocean through the open patio doors, I looked out to see moonlight silhouetting his form sitting out on the balcony.

I got up to go join him. I was about to call out to him as I approached the door but suddenly noticed his hand movements. Sitting naked in a chair, he was slowly stroking his long cock. Moonlight made his act easy for me to see. He wasn't furiously pumping, more like lovingly caressing his tool. I quickly determined that he wasn't seeking an orgasm so I went out to join him.

"Putting on a show for anybody in particular? No, don't get up."

My admonition came too late; he gathered me in his arms and hugged me. "I was thinking about you standing naked on that hotel balcony. Let's do it together right now." His hands began to pull my nightgown up.

"No, somebody might see me." I pushed his hands away and he released my gown. Because my gown had raised high enough to allow his cock to rest against my tummy, the gown fell over and hung on his manhood. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me tight to his body. I felt his stiff member sandwiched between us, his balls nestled in my pubic hairs.

"I thought exposing yourself was your style. Were you just putting me on?"

"I'll think about it." Spotting two beer bottles on the patio table, I added, "Why don't you get me a glass of wine?"

When he went inside, I looked around. The moon had risen. Instead of impenetrable darkness, the ocean and sky were separate shades of black. Ripples on the water danced with a million lunar reflections; stellar diamonds pinpointed the heavens. The balcony formed a cave open to the sea, private from the balconies around us. Because of the angled hotel wings, I could see other balconies far to the left. I spotted a shadowy form sitting in one; I could not make out whether it was a man or woman, or whether they were clothed. I removed my gown before Lance returned.

"That's more like it!" he gushed as he set my glass and another beer on the table. He filled my glass before putting the wine bottle on the table. "I'm hungry. I'm going to bring out some snacks, too," he announced before going back inside. I picked up my glass and took a long sip. Standing naked at the railing, the moon illuminated my skin. I was certain the other person could tell I was naked if he looked. The exposure aroused me with thoughts of having sex where I stood.

When he came out again with tray of crackers and a dish of chocolate covered strawberries, he hesitated before setting them down. He had to make room on the table and that is when I noticed him move an ashtray, lighter, and cigarette pack out of the way. I didn't think he smoked.

We sat in the chairs and sampled the snacks. His silence aroused my suspicions. I noticed instead of looking at my naked body, he seemed to be watching my face, waiting for ... a reaction? I looked at the cigarette pack and noticed how crumpled it was. He didn't object when I picked it up and looked inside to see three hand-rolled joints. I pulled one out, put it between my lips, and reached for the lighter.

He finally spoke. "Oh my God, you smoke pot too?"

I didn't answer as I held the first drag in my lungs. Smiling, I passed the doobie. It wasn't long before we were baked. A serious case of the munchies caused us to devour the strawberries and mindlessly attack the cheese and crackers. Our conversation topics became wide-ranging and uninhibited.

We started with a recap of his personal life. His family lived in North Carolina for most of his youth. When he was a high school junior, his father died in a car accident. He and his mother continued to live in their home until he graduated but then his mother sold the house to move close to her mother, the only extended family he knew.

Soon, we moved to intimate topics. I talked freely about my sexual experiences and the recent freedoms my husband and I shared. Lance appreciated knowing the history and reasons why I could openly have sex with him. He asked questions about what I liked about having threesomes. I acknowledged that we might invite him to our home to give him a taste of that pleasure. Homophobic fear of sexual contact with another man tempered his interest until I assured him that my husband found male bisexuality equally abhorrent.

We talked about his sexual experiences and interests again. I asked if his preference for older women included a desire to have sex with his mother or grandmother. He didn't answer but didn't deny it either, so I worked on convincing him that people have a wide range of different fetishes. I told him I wrote and enjoyed reading erotic stories. Although I didn't have an interest in incest, I told him it was by far the most popular story category at Literotica and I would not judge him poorly if he did.

When I asked again, he admitted he was sexually attracted to both his mother and grandmother. Was there mutual interest? Had they acted on any impulses? Surprisingly, his answers were yes and yes. As he previously mentioned, his grandmother was obvious about looking at his penis and made joking comments. However, she was careful never to cross the boundary to physical contact, perhaps because his mother was always present.

Never? Well, she did once. He told me he stayed alone with his grandmother last year while his mother traveled to her high school reunion. He spent too much time naked around her pool and received a painful sunburn. He had trouble enduring the sting when he went to bed. His grandmother offered to apply Aloe to his backside. She was tipsy from drinking and ordered him to turn over. She insisted on applying the gel to his front as well. His penis suffered sunburn too, and his grandmother enthusiastically applied gel to it. As his cock stiffened, her fingers stroked its length with loving tenderness.

"Does that make it feel better?" she asked him.

"Nana, you better stop." She didn't. Her fingers tightened around his cock and pumped him until the obvious out-cum.

As she held his spurting dick, she remarked, "There you go, big boy. Doesn't that feel better?"

Lance said he felt odd and excited at the same time about his grandmother giving him a handjob. She applied more Aloe the next morning after his shower. She stroked his cock until it was erect, but stopped before he ejaculated, telling him he should take care of that himself. She has not spoken of the incident or anything sexual since.

What about his mother? He was ashamed about what happened with her and it took a bit of coaxing and smoking another joint to get the truth. She had been to a party back in March and returned home quite drunk. While they watched television, she talked candidly with her son about her disappointment. Her male companion stimulated her to the point that she desired sex, but the boorish gent got drunk and made a pass at another woman.

His mother leaned on her son and wept. Lance thought she wanted comfort from him. He helped her to her bedroom. She remained passive as he undressed her. Neither did she object when he fondled her breasts and rubbed her clit. His finger found her vagina wet and ready so he climbed on top of her. Her eyes closed as he entered her. His mother didn't react when he energetically fucked her. After pouring his seed inside her, he realized she was snoring.

I was shocked. "Wow! You fucked your mother while she was passed out? It was her and not a neighbor that you told me about before?"

He hung his head. "I'm embarrassed about what I did to her. I couldn't admit it to you before now. I hope you aren't disgusted enough to quit on me."

"No, you're young. People make mistakes. I won't hold it against you but I'm not the one you took advantage of. Did she know what you did?"

"Yeah. In the morning, she found my semen in her and figured it out. She was upset and she said a lot of things about my lack of judgment. I just don't know if I understand everything she said. I couldn't tell if she was angry that it happened or just the way it happened. We haven't talked about it since except one thing she said when I admitted I was having sex with an older woman. She said, 'Better her than me.'"

"You told her about me?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"Just that it was better it was someone else."

"Look, I'm all for honest communications. I can't fault you for discussing me but because it involves me, I want you to tell me everything she says and anything you think she is not saying. If she ever objects to me, I will back off. Her opinion matters to me, more than yours. Understand? I've never had sexual thoughts about my son or grandson but that doesn't mean I think it's wrong for other people. Talk to your mother. I can tell you, her love is unconditional. Don't let your one mistake ruin your relationship with her."

I felt the need to get our mood back on something exciting. I moved my chair next to his and told him a few stories about having sex in public. I reached over to fondle his cock. He reacted by fingering my pussy which I could tell was bone dry even as my ardor rose. Eventually, I excused myself for a bathroom visit. After using the toilet, I washed my sex. I stopped to collect some things before returning to the balcony. I handed my tube of warming gel to Lance.

"What's this?"

"Warming gel. Taste it."

"Taste it?"

"Trust me. It's edible."

He put a dab on his finger then licked it off. "Strawberry. What's it for?"

"It's for old ladies who dry up too soon."

I tossed a condom down on the table. He grinned and stood up. His cock stiffened in eager anticipation to wear the covering just as a dog jumps up when his master grabs a leash. I spread a generous dollop of gel in my sex before bending over with my hands holding the railing. He needed no instructions to understand my intent but I advised him about my soreness, suggesting that he take it easy; I even urged him to come quickly.

As he stepped behind me, I told him, "Nana wants to fuck, big boy." He responded by ramming balls-deep into me.

Wincing, I begged for mercy but the cannabis and my naughty grandma impersonation spurred him on like a wild man. We were fucking fast and furious, moonlight bathing our bodies. I looked over and saw two people on the other balcony now. They were standing, facing our way, one of them pointing directly at us.

"We're being watched," I informed my lover. I verbally directed his attention to the voyeurs' location. He chuckled then began grunting as his plunges intensified. I was grateful when his orgasm came on the heels of mine and his assault ended. After we uncoupled, I walked like a cowgirl toward the bed and dove for my pillow. I don't remember landing.

I awoke to the room made bright by morning sunlight shining on the wall. The rectangle of light perfectly framed the profile shadow of a man with an erection; Lance was standing at the open patio door. Worried that he wanted to jackhammer my pussy again, I groaned. He heard me and turned.

"Good morning, Sandy. What sex lessons are you going to give me today?"

What kind of monster sex machine did I create? "Abstinence," was my answer. He thought I was joking until he understood my old body could not take further pounding. I informed him that even as a twenty-year-old, there was a limit to what a woman's labia and vagina could endure before bruising made the lightest contact painful. I didn't even want his face down there.

I felt like I was letting him down. I offered him a blowjob as consolation but he declined. He sat on the bed and talked to me. His goal was to be a considerate lover and appreciative of my feelings. With sweet praise, he thanked me for what I taught him the night before.

We took turns showering. Even though no sperm entered me, my own fluids had created a sticky mess of my vulva. Cleaning it was torture. After we dressed, we walked across the street to a Waffle House to have breakfast. I had no appetite so I had yogurt and a muffin. While eating, we discussed when we would get together again. Our tryst ended with a hug and kiss at my parked car.