Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire - Sex Stories

Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire

... therewas a man who liked her and her body for just who she was. A man who wanted her body, flaws and all. And that man was Stefan. Forcing herself to look at her nakedness in the mirror again, she realized that she did have some nice titties. And Stefan seemed to like her belly as well. And her pussy…well, her pussy had always pleased every man that had ever enjoyed it. It had the same magic at sixty-seven as it had at twenty-seven, but was a hell of a lot more experienced! Her live-in partner always used to like it before everything became tragically platonic. Grabbing the shaver, she decided to make sure it was nice and bald—just in case!

As Dorothy ran the razor over her pubic area, she thought about how she came to this point in life. She used to have a very fulfilling sex life, but age had taken its toll on her partner and the love of her life. He had become very religious and thought it sinful to have sex with a woman he wasn’t married to. This is even though they had lived together for decades. At this point, they were just friends.

He recognized that she had unfulfilled sexual needs, and they had seriously discussed her having a friend who could take care of those needs. A friend with benefits, as her kids would say. After all, she still felt and acted young, despite her sixty-seven years. More like a woman in her forties, some said! But Dorothy wasn’t sure about how to go about finding a man with whom she could…well, no use lying…fuck. She still was sensitive ...

... about her partner’s feelings.

The third morning, when Stefan walked by Dorothy’s house, he expected to see her outside waiting for him. After all, she did invite him. But it wasn’t so. She was nowhere to be seen. Had something come up? Feeling extremely disappointed, Stefan loitered for a while, checking his watch, tying his shoelace, and trying to not look suspicious. After all, he grew up in a country with Secret Police. But finally, he gave up, shrugged his shoulders, and continued on his walk.

Stefen hadn’t gone far when a car pulled up to the curb next to him. Looking over, he was surprised to see it was Dorothy! She beckoned him to get in.

“Sorry. My partner is home this morning so to avoid awkward questions I couldn’t meet you there. So I decided to drive us to get some coffee and pastries,” Dorothy explained.

“No problem. I admit I was very disappointed when I didn’t see you. You make me very happy now,” then Stefan went on and asked the pertinent question, “You are married, then?”

Shaking her head in a girlish manner that was quite becoming, Dorothy explained, “It’s complicated. I’m not married, but ever since my divorce twenty-five years ago, I’ve been living with him. And it’s been good.”

“But, you talk to me?” Stefan asked, meaning that she flirted with him.

“Like I said, it’s complicated. He is eighty, and no longer wants to be my lover like he once was. I still have…uh…needs. He has told me it is okay for me to have male friends for…uh…you ...