When I retired, I was a newly divorced, sexually deprived woman ready to rediscover myself. I was free to do what I wanted, when I wanted. This took place when I was sixty years old. I was nineteen when I married, going straight from my parents’ house to married life. I decided early on that sitting at home being a housewife wasn't for me. I attended class at night and became a lawyer.
This was the first time in my life that I was truly alone. I had no idea how liberating having the independence to explore a different life would be. Unearthing my body and sexuality has made my life whole.
I sold a four-bedroom townhouse and lucrative law practice in New York City. I didn’t need the money. The money I earned as a corporate litigator over twenty-five years provided me more than I could spend in ten lifetimes. The sale of the townhouse and business was just fuck-you money. I wanted nothing to do with the cold and snow. Deciding to move to Florida was a no-brainer. I purchased a waterfront house on the Gulf of Mexico and bought two new vehicles, a BMW Z4 and a Ford F-350 pickup truck that I call the Big White Machine. Life was a dream come true. Socially, I was meeting people, having sex regularly, and even discovered that I am a nudist and bisexual.
The move to Florida was influenced by Frank, a long-time client turned best friend, confidant, and occasional lover. Like me, he is also retired. He invited me to his Florida home shortly after my divorce. His wife had passed away a few years earlier. We spent two weeks together touring the area. I fell in love with the tropical weather, the beaches, the people, and most of all, his cock. We started to enjoy a casual sexual relationship that is unique and one I cherish. It continues to this day.
I knew he enjoyed being a nudist and introduced me to the lifestyle. He belongs to a private clothing-optional resort, and I asked him to take me. It was the first time I had ever done anything like that. The people I met were fun, nonjudgmental, and simply down-to-earth. The freedom of a day without clothes was amazing. Swimming, eating, drinking, and socializing, all while naked, was so refreshing. Having the sun beating down on my body made me feel vigorous and alive. I was hooked. Even before I officially made the move south, the resort was so much fun, I became a member.
After two years of nothing but fun, travel, frolicking naked, and fucking whoever I wanted, I came out of retirement to work at the state capitol. As an attorney, this was the offer of a lifetime. Providing guidance to lawmakers is a real stroke to one’s ego. Fortunately, my decision didn’t hinder my need for fun and my yearning for sexual encounters. At first, I didn’t know if I would enjoy working for a politician. I rented a small studio on a month-to-month basis. It only took me a few months to realize that it was the right decision. I gave up the studio and bought a stylish single-bedroom condo within walking distance of the Capitol. I spend the workweek in Tallahassee, and on Fridays, I travel home for the weekend. It is the best of both worlds.
That was five years ago.
Since then, I have made so many life changes that I could fill volumes. I’ve lost count of the sexual partners I’ve had, both men and women. During this time I’ve trolled bars for one night stands, visited sex clubs and dungeons, enjoyed bondage sessions, orgies, and gangbangs. The physical excitement is something that can’t be described, and I have no regrets. The one constant through all of my mischief and antics is my love for Frank. We are not exclusive, and Frank has enjoyed his fair share of partners, but we always seem to draw to each other like magnets. Sometimes we go for weeks without seeing one another. Whenever we get together, it is like the first time over and over. It’s not just sex, we make love. We’ve enjoyed crossing over to the kinky world of clubs, orgies and swapping but, in the end, he and I wind up as two lovers, caring for each other’s satisfaction and climax.
Let me share with you the last night I spent with Frank. He was in New York City for a family obligation. I decided to meet him for a fun weekend, arriving on Friday night. Whenever I travel to New York, I always book a suite at the Marriott Marquis on one of the top floors. The rooms are spacious, comfortable, and have full floor-to-ceiling windows offering a magnificent view of Manhattan.
I arrived around 7 PM, just as the sun was starting to set. While I was at the desk checking in, I let the clerk know that I was expecting a guest. I also asked that a bottle of our favorite adult beverage, Woodford Reserve bourbon, be delivered with two glasses and a bucket of ice when my suitcase was brought to my room. The room was perfect. It was on the thirty-ninth floor with an amazing view of the Empire State Building and south to the World Trade Center. It has a king-size bed and a small living area with a couch, and a large ottoman to relax and enjoy the view and a cocktail.
About an hour later, the door opened. It had been about a month since I’d seen Frank. The minute I set eyes on him and I could feel a warmth run throughout my body. I wanted to feel his cock inside me before he could even take his jacket off. We embraced with a long kiss. His arms held me tight, his hand ran down to my ass and he pulled me close. I could feel his erection press against me. It was obvious that he was excited to see me. I wasn’t going to wait; I had to have him.
I took a step back and started to strip. He helped by unzipping my dress, then sat on the ottoman to watch the show. The dress fell to the floor. I was wearing a black garter belt and stockings with a matching bra and panty set. All the lights in the room were on, and the curtains were wide open. Anyone in a building nearby could see the show. The performance continued. My bra was next as I slid it off my shoulders, letting it fall next to my dress. I moved close so he could assist me. He unsnapped my garter and slid my panties down my legs. I kicked them up into my hands and ran them across his face. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent. With my hands on my hips, I stood and let him and anyone who could see enjoy the sight.
Now it was his turn. Frank didn’t put on a show. It seemed like a single motion, and he was standing before me, nude. His dick was standing at attention like a thick tree branch. I dropped to my knees and brought him to me, cupping his balls in my hands. He took the back of my head and guided me as he entered my mouth. I stroked his shaft with one hand, holding his sack with the other as he fucked my face. I wouldn’t let him come. Instead, I released him from my throat and turned over, offering myself over the ottoman and making sure that whatever audience we had could enjoy from the privacy of their windows.
I was soaked with the thought of an evening filled with orgasms. The bulbous head of Frank’s cock started to slide from my clit to my asshole. Up and down he went until I couldn’t take it anymore. I begged him to give it to me. He teased me a little more, entering me an inch at a time, and then pulling out. Then two inches and out again. Finally, my frustration started to build. I was pleading, letting him know that I loved when he fucks me. He gave in and plunged into me. My orgasm was almost immediate. His strong hands grabbed my hips and started a cadence that was causing me to quake with ecstatic pleasure.
It wasn’t long before he slowed. His body tightened, and I could feel the moment he let go inside me. Frank is my age, yet he comes like a twenty-year-old. He filled me, staying solid until he was finished. I love the feeling of his seed inside me. This is what I missed throughout my marriage: a man who could satisfy my urges. The intimacy with Frank is different than just sex and orgasms. When we finished, it was never just over. It was just the beginning.
Following several minutes of basking in the glow of several climactic spasms, I lifted myself away from the window. Frank once again held me and kissed me. He leaned in and squeezed right tit. My nipple became erect as he twirled it in his fingers. We were like two young lovers exploring each other, figuring out what the other enjoys. I could feel his dick starting to harden, he was preparing for another round of love.
I helped with the effort. The bottle of bourbon was within reach. I dropped a single ice cube into each glass and poured three fingers of the Woodford for us to enjoy. He smiled as we both took our first sip. The familiar warmth on my tongue was invigorating. Then, I had an idea. I dipped my finger into my glass and spread the liquid on my nipples. He instinctively leaned in and started to suck the eighty-proof droplets from the tips of both nipples. Then he followed my lead, doing the same thing. I sucked bourbon through the hair on his chest. We continued this for several minutes, enjoying and giggling like kids. We sat on the couch, enjoying our cocktail, holding and fondling each other.
He turned the lights off to allow the outside brightness of the Manhattan glow into our room. We were done putting on a live show for all of the city to see, for now. Even though I lived in New York for most of my life, the city lights still fascinate me. It’s also very arousing to sit naked in front of the window with such a desirable man.
Frank’s hand moved between my legs. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on an end table. I leaned back, taking in a deep breath, knowing what was happening. He slid two fingers down my pussy then started to massage my clitoris. As he spread me open, the involuntary reaction of my clit stiffened. It was met with his lips. He went down on his knees and spread my legs open. I slid down low onto my back as he drew my erection into his mouth. His tongue was flailing across the tip. My breathing was fast as I started to explode. A single finger entered me, and he started to scratch my G-spot. It was heavenly. My body became limp as the climax continued nonstop. Seconds turned into minutes, and I was in a mindless state. The world stopped as I was coming. His head finally lifted. He was covered in my cum. I couldn’t move as the tremors were still taking place.
It took some time for me to compose myself. Frank sat there patiently waiting, holding me, stroking my body, enjoying the moment, staring out at the city that never sleeps. Our relationship at times is romantic, like that evening, and other times we just use each other for pure animal breeding. Either way, the enjoyment is magnificent. Our night continued as we eventually moved to the bed.
He took me by the hand, laying me on my back. His appendage was like granite. I was ready to take him in once again. My arms raised above my head, grabbing the headboard. He has a natural scent that makes me crave him. Without a word, I was inviting him to connect with me. He was gentle as he guided himself deep into me. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the moment. The emotion and familiarity were sheer love for each other at this moment. We became one as the friction of our bodies grew closer to the simultaneous culmination that only lovers can enjoy.
Frank let out a slight moan as he emptied his balls into me. I quivered, meeting his crowning moment. We held each other tight as we finished together. He collapsed on top of me, kissing my shoulder as he gained the strength to roll to my side. We lay together, with our legs intertwined with each other. His fingers ran through my hair, and we just stared into each other’s eyes. I eventually fell asleep in his arms. He held me until the sun started to illuminate our room, the city lights now a memory.
It was Saturday morning. We had all day. We never left the room until it was time for him to meet up with his adult children for a special birthday dinner for his son. He invited me to join them. I chose not to go. I know his family well. I just wanted to enjoy the memory of last night. Being with Frank is always a highlight for me. I am certain it is for him, too. I look forward to our next time together.
