Thoughts upon a Theme


Dale has a four inch scar, deep into his ribcage, which shows the results of heavy sutures received as an infant, supposedly as he emerged from his mother’s womb.  Jennifer really doesn’t have the story straight but acknowledges how the scar still fascinates her as the only blemish on his physically flawless body.  Tall, muscular and well developed, in only the ways of someone who has worked outdoors in the sun at manual labor most of his life, her lover is still, after several months under scrutiny, the ideal of aesthetic perfection housed in a male body.  The sight of his undressing drives her wild sexually or, in an opposite vein, causes her to sit and stare at his physique in an endless dream of reverie.  It depends on her mood as to how she is affected, but the sight of his nakedness always thrills her in its continual variations.


Both enjoy the adventure of seeking out a new room each week in a motel especially designed for lovers who, being unmarried or otherwise unattached, would like to rendezvous during a lazy morning, luncheon or afternoon for several hours of enjoyable sex.  


Latin America is filled with such places, recognizing the constrictions placed on a highly Roman Catholic population.  Most men have lovers and many of the women as well.  The dichotomy is as prevalent as is the emphasis on virginity - although even the youngest of teenagers, ranging well into middle age, have breast implants and wear tops displaying so much cleavage that the great masters themselves would turn beet red.


As they are still in the early stages of passion, Dale always takes his time and is more than patient with Jennifer, who has her share of generational hang-us.  One of these is oral sex.  He cautiously approaches this subject with her as he has already tried physical advances in this area.  Her response is usually the same - a distinctive removal of his head, from her private area, with a longing to have him inside, instead of going down on her.  He decides to confront her fears in a discussion today, even before they begin to make love.


“Jennifer, you know that I only want to please you.  What is it that you do not like about my going down on you?”


Taken back by such a swift change of subject to an area of conversation that she finds most unpleasant, Jennifer carefully looks at Dale.  She has not had this dialogue before, even though she has had many lovers.  Most of her partners have been close to her age and oral sex was most assuredly not a given when they were younger – certainly not like it is today.


Looking at him with total sincerity and humility she softly replies, “My mother always told me that I was dirty ‘down there’ so I never felt comfortable with someone’s face in my crotch – especially if I liked them.  Neither my husband nor current partner liked to perform oral sex with me.  They always managed to reinforce the dirty feeling that my mother had already established in my mind.  When I truly care for someone I obviously wouldn’t want for them to do something that they don’t enjoy.”


“But, Jennifer – I enjoy pleasing you.  I would love to have you climax while I am sucking and licking you.  It would bring me as much pleasure as it brings to you.  Don’t you understand this?”


Thoughtfully Jennifer looks at Dale and cupping his face in her hands smiles as she replies, “And I would love to be able to benefit from your pleasure.  But my hang-up is even worse than I have told you.  I have enjoyed oral sex with men, and have reached climaxes doing this with them, but I have never liked the men to begin with.  I know that this is weird but when I really care for someone I just cannot enjoy something that I don’t think they take pleasure in.”


“But I do take pleasure in this – believe me.”  He slowly nears his torso toward hers; kissing her as he gently lowers her head and body back onto the bed.  She responds so earnestly to his warmth that he thinks that perhaps this is the perfect time to obliterate decades of negative teaching.  


“Relax, just relax, and trust in me,” he whispers into her ear, lightly licking her lobe.


Savoring the moment, Dale looks at Jennifer with great tenderness, giving her the feeling that she is indeed unique and very, very sexy, especially for a woman in her sixties.  He is one of these unusual men who actually enjoy having his partners reach a climax through oral sex so it is not hard for him to appreciate the experience before him.  


Slowly, he begins to arouse Jennifer’s erogenous zones - he strokes her arms lightly, creating in her a sexual tension that welcomes his touch.  He then kisses her lovely tits, even more lightly, encircling her aureole with his delicate and knowing tongue, making them taunt and desirous. He takes his time in doing this, giving each breast equal attention while stroking her body,


He then shifts his torso into a restful position at her side and makes sure that he is not bearing his weight down on top of her.  Bending at the waist he moves his tongue down her front until it finds her naval, all the while caressing her large soft breasts, which are beginning to move in rhythm to his body, showing her desire to have him continue.


Romantic Latin music fills the room with harmonies that relax Jennifer even more.  Watching this scene in the smoked mirror above their bed also helps to create a surreal atmosphere as she thinks that perhaps this ecstasy is happening to someone else – certainly not her.  Dale reaches her pubic area with his face and begins kissing around her triangle.  Taking her graying hairs with his fingers, he gently pulls on several adding a heightened thrill to the sensation that she already has with him so near her danger zone.  


Just as she thinks that his tongue will enter her genital cavity his mouth begins moving up her body once more – she realizes that he is teasing her, wanting for her to desire him as much as he does her.  The tension in her body increases as she arches her back slightly making his tongue climb as it ascends to her breasts once more.  His hands move down to her hips and further where he begins caressing her inner thighs – he then gently traces the hair around her secret space with his fingers, but is careful not to touch it – instead he begins blowing lightly on the hairs, causing them to stiffen in anticipation.  The tension in Jennifer’s body increases at this light pressure.


“Relax, Jennifer, just totally relax and give yourself to me,” he coos into her skin.


Feeling her apprehension lessen, Dale begins his descent once again, kissing and caressing her breasts as he gently shifts his leg so that it is placed on top of hers, repositioning her to her side so that his lips are kissing her back.  Moving his tongue down her spinal chord he begins licking her buttocks, kissing the left one first, very slowly, before moving to the right.  


Jennifer goes wild with desire as he moves to the underside of her leg and between her thighs, paying particular attention to applying soft strokes to the back of her knee at the same time.  She loves this and remembers that he often stokes the inside of her arms as well as the backs of her knees during their lovemaking.


Before she realizes exactly what has happened, Dale puts a pillow beneath her buttocks, gently turning her back over so that she faces the mirror above.  Spreading her legs apart he gently licks and kisses his way down her leg to her ankle.  He kisses her toes and then retreats, licking his way up again to her inner thigh.  Carefully, he nears her labias.  She takes his hair in her hands, winding his curls through her fingers, and begins pushing him towards her sex.  He stops to glance up at her, giving her a sly, sexy smile of satisfaction and letting her know that he is enjoying this as much as she is.


His smile has the desired effect.  She begins to moan as he caresses her outer labia with his right hand, kissing her genital area, and moving his tongue into her inner labia.  She is wild with lust and craving.  Already well lubricated from her natural juices, Jennifer winces with pleasure as Dale inserts his finger into her vagina while kissing her cunt.  Still, he has not even touched her clitoris, something she badly needs at this point.  He increases the pressure, lightly brushing the outside of her labia minor with his hand. Then, whimpering, she feels him open her clitoris with his tongue, lightly moving the hood back to expose this sensitive area to his full mouth.  


Knowing that this is exactly what turns her both ‘off and on’, he is exceptionally gentle – yet forceful.  His slow foreplay has elicited the desired response as Jennifer is wishing wildly to be fulfilled.  Her breathing has increased and he is ever mindful of her heart condition.  Slowing down just a bit, he pays more attention to his stroking, letting her catch her breath.


As she now is past the point of no return he continues, slowly licking the inner pocket of her clitoris, which is throbbing passionately, using deliberate, regular strokes, back and forth, as in painting a canvas.  He moves his hands underneath her buttocks and gently raises her directly into his face.  By this time she is fierce with need.  Increasing the movement of his tongue, but remaining gentle so as to not hurt her, Dale brings Jennifer to the most sensual climax of her life.


While she is thrusting in ecstasy he reinserts his long fingers into her vagina and begins moving them in and out, as if in time to the music now playing from the room’s speakers.  Violently, her body thrashes about, hands clutching the sheets beneath her as he finishes licking her clit moving his mouth back and forth until she is sated.  


When he sees that she is spent he slowly moves his mouth to hers in a kiss that gives her back all of her own juices.  Tasting just how sweet she actually is, she sighs as her body relaxes in one long spasm.  


“God, what a pleasure you are,” she whispers as he rests beside her side, removing his fingers from her secret place and cupping her face in his hands.


“And so are you, love – and so are you.”




Valley at Lake George