Older Women Make Great Lovers Novels & Stories

Harry was going too far. "And how did you know I had the best time IN MY LIFE?" I stressed. "Because you wouldn't stop moaning my name. Ha..rry..." He teased me. "What the..." I gasped. What the hell is wrong with him? "Honey, they remind of our youth days. We would keep denying that we weren't in love with each other." The old woman chuckled as she placed her head on her husband's shoulder for a while. "Lady, I was just like you. If you really have feelings for him just say it before some other girl snatches what yours. You don't want to grow old regretting your actions." The woman spoke.

"Cherry, you really are a dirty grandma, aren't you? I've heard of Bad Santa, bad teacher, and even bad and dirty grandpa and I know three dirty moms but you are the first dirty old lady I've ever met." "Honey, do you think just because you get older, your sex drive dies? For some it does but most of us still have one. We just can't find a man willing to fuck us the way we need it. Those old men and their blue pills aren't as good as they used to be, no matter what that pill says. And younger virile men won't look our way."

“Good afternoon ma’am, would you like some help with your bags?” The old woman looked up at Luca and smiled. “What a kind young man,” she said, “yes help would be wonderful. These old bones get tired quiet frequently. It was so much easier when my husband was alive, god rest his soul.” She handed Luca two out of three of the bags she was carrying. “Word of advice young man, when you find your soulmate hold tight to them and enjoy every minute you have with them because you never know when it will be your last.”

It also confused me how they didn't realize that their arguing might mean something more. My attention was momentarily diverted away from their bickering when I noticed an older couple at the next table. The two of them were lost in their own world of whispers and affectionate glances. The two of them were clearly madly in love — the kind of love that had stood the test of time. Victoria's voice pulled me back to the conversation. "You know, I've always looked at older couples like that and thought, 'Wow, that's the kind of love I want.'"

It's already been a year. "Did you hear?" The old lady who was sitting across us said which grabbed our attention. "Someone booked the whole hill station to spend a night with his wife..." "I heard, I thought today's generation has forgotten the romance but Jesus..." The another lady chuckled. I blushed furiously and looked at Vlad who was already smiling. "I wish I would have get a man like that, lucky girl she is." She laughed. "I will call that man, a fool... Who couldn't worship your beauty, my lady..."

"Our room was decorated with roses and candles courtesy of my romantic husband." My sly smile widened when I saw their dreamy eyes. Only the oldest looked uncomfortable. "How about your courtship? I'd love to know how Mr. Jett charmed his wife," another one asked. The others agreed, all of them looking invested in our love story. I looked around, realizing having influential girlfriends like them while on this mission wouldn't be so bad. Of course, save for the oldest woman who arrogantly rolled her eyes. She must be trapped in a miserable marriage, oh pity.

“That’s not the problem! Do you actually think it’s possible? Dan Grand is only twenty-two years old! He’s younger than you by three years!” “If a woman is the older one in the relationship, she’ll be more mature, gentle, and considerate. Also, didn’t you say before that a younger male lover is a doting lover? Isn’t it better for me to marry someone younger?” Once Myka realized that the topic was getting out of hand, she quickly brought it back on track. “No, I meant, would Titus even allow you to marry someone else? Also, why are you so certain that Dan Grand will like you?”

"It's no trouble, love," the older woman said. "You're a breath of fresh air, and you've certainly got his motor revved up," she said, cocking her head towards her husband. "We just can't have you going upstairs half dressed, now can we. Those heathens would be all over someone as drop-dead sexy as you."

At this time, an image of June with slightly wrinkled on her face wave in this brain. Honestly, she doesn't look bad eventhough she looks like a mom with two kids. Even, it triggers me more since an older woman tends to be hotter in my eyes. Then, her gentle voice bothers my attention, "What a sweet talker! There is no body who can stand with an old woman. Well, i don't know if it will be the same for the queer relationship."

"You're not old! And you're a fine looking man. I've often thought your ex-wife was an idiot to let you go." "I have to say I agree with you there, baby. Now, which one of those geriatric goddesses was interested in me?" I couldn't keep the humor out of my voice. It had to be the cougar at the club, fifty if she was a day. Still looking good after some very expensive work, probably courtesy of an ex. She was definitely prowling. I shot her down gently, and noticed her at closing time on the arm of a very drunk twenty something, smirking like crazy as he latched down on one of her store bought boobs.