by Ross Duncan
What’s your gender? Man
How old are you? 44
What’s your race/ethnicity? Mixed / Multiracial
What continent do you live on? North America
What country and/or city do you live in? United States
Highest education received: Post-graduate degree (eg., MA, MS, PhD, JD, MD)
What’s your occupation? College Professor
What’s your current relationship status? Engaged/Married (monogamous)
How religious are you? Somewhat
What’s your sexual orientation? Heterosexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 14
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 1
How long ago did this hookup happen? 4 months ago
What was your relationship status at the time? Same as current status
How would you best classify this hookup? One-night stand
How long did you know the person before this hookup? For 1 to 3 years
Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? “Nora” was 82 years old but could easily pass for 72. She is always well-dressed and carries herself with dignity and charm. She is in every sense of a word a “classy” lady. Physically, she has a pretty face, and she has a pretty nice body for someone in her 80s. She is single; her husband passed away over a dozen years ago.
How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? My friend would occasionally have “work projects” that he would invite friends to join. One such project was his annual Christmas ornament making. Nora was a regular to these events, in large part because she was lonely (having lost her husband years ago) and enjoyed the company of others. My interactions with Nora had always been pleasant, but perfunctory; little more than idle chit-chat as we worked on things. Last night, though, that changed in a totally unexpected way. We were working on Christmas tree ornaments and Nora and I paired up. Her job was to clean off the pine cones, and my job was to frost it with white paint. As the night went on, I noticed that Nora would touch me quite often – things like an innocent brush of her hand on mine, or a brief hand on my back or shoulder as she passed by. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but the frequency of her touches did make my cock stir a little. At the end of the evening, Nora had a box of ornaments that she was taking home. The box was not especially heavy, but I offered to carry it for her to her car which was parked on the street. When we got to her car, she thanked me and asked me to put it in her trunk. As I put her box in her car trunk, I noticed that we were obscured from my friend’s house, and we were also far enough away from the street light that it was fairly dimly lit by her car. I don’t know what possessed me, but as Nora was about to close her car trunk, I gently put my hand on her butt. She immediately tensed up. I was just about to apologize and claim it was an accident when she abruptly turned to me and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick, closed lips kiss, but clearly, one whose intention was more than a “thank you.” With the car trunk lid still up and hiding us, I kissed her again, this time trying to use my tongue to push past her lips. At first, she resisted then gradually she softened her lips and allowed my tongue to slide into her mouth where it can into contact with her soft tongue. Like, two teenagers, we french-kissed, hidden behind her car. As we kissed, I moved my hands down to her butt and softly massaged it. She responded by snuggling closer to me where she could definitely feel my rising erection. We broke our kiss and Nora said, “I don’t think we should be doing this.” “Doing what?” I feigned ignorance. “You know what I mean,” she said firmly.
Thinking I had offended her, I apologized. She didn’t say anything, closed her car trunk, and started walking back to our friend’s house. I followed her not saying a word, but worried that she might say something to one of our friends about what happened. Nothing happened for the rest of the night. As we were all leaving to go home, Nora asked me if I could follow her home and help her carry the ornaments into her house. She said that she was concerned that her walkway might be slippery and she didn’t want to risk falling. Thinking that this might be a way to make up for offending her earlier, I gladly agreed to follow her home.
What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? When we got to Nora’s place, she drove into her garage and told me to park in the garage next to her. She then closed the garage door, which I thought was odd because it wouldn’t take me more than a few minutes to carry her boxes into her house. I got Nora’s boxes from her truck and followed her into her house. She instructed me to put the boxes in the living room, and then come to the kitchen where she would make us some tea. We sat down at her table and started talking while the tea brewed. She looked at me firmly and said, “Why did you kiss me at John’s house?” I told her that she kissed me first and I thought she wanted more. She looked down and in a voice that was barely above a whisper, she said, “I did. It’s been so long.” “How long has it been?” I asked. “Oh! Heavens, not since my husband died 12 years ago, and even before then, we didn’t do much except an occasional hug,” she replied.
“Would you like to?” I asked. “Like to what?” she said.“Like to make love to me,” I said boldly.
“Oh silly boy, I’m too old for that,” she said with a smile. “And anyway, why would a young man like you want to be with an old hag like me? She continued.“Well, Nora, this young man thinks you are far from an old hag. In fact, I’d say you’re the best looking, sexiest 82-year-old woman I know,” I said in earnest.
Before she could say anything, I leaned in to kiss her again and this time there was real passion in our kissing. I could hear her starting to breathe harder, and when I slide my hand under her granny skirt and under the waistband of her panty, she didn’t stop me or resist. Surprisingly, her pussy was moist – not sopping wet, but clearly moist. I had never been with an elderly woman so I had no idea whether elderly women lubricated when stimulated, but clearly, Nora did. As we continued to kiss, I gently massaged her clit and heard her starting to moan quietly. “We need to stop. This isn’t right,” Nora said, trying to push my hand away from her pussy. “This is very right,” I said, “and I want to be the one who does it with you.” I took her hand in mind and asked her to go to the living room with me. Hesitantly, she followed me. I ask her to sit down on the sofa, and then I looked around to make sure all the curtains were drawn closed. I kneeled down in front of her and reached up to pull her panties off. “What are you doing?!” Nora said. “Trust me, Nora,” I assured her. “Just trust me. I’m not going to hurt you, and if you really want me to stop at any time, just say stop and I will,” I said. Hesitantly, she allowed me to remove her panties. I then asked her to sit on the edge of the sofa and as she did, I put my hands on the back of her butt and gently pulled her to my mouth. “What are you doing??” Nora said, “don’t do that. It’s dirty down there,” she said, almost in a panic. “Don’t worry,” I told her, “just trust me.” And then I proceed to kiss her inner thighs, left side, right side, working my way closer to her pussy. She was very bushy, and so I had to spread her pussy lips to begin licking her with soft, gentle, long strokes. Once Nora got over the initial shock of what I was doing, she started to relax and enjoy my oral ministrations. Eventually, I got to her clitoral area and began to slowly circle it with my tongue. At that point, I could feel Nora starting to rock her hips back and forth, and I knew she was enjoying it. As she rocked her hips, she started to moan — a quiet, but sensual moan — that told me to keep going. I gently inserted by index finger into her pussy and found the entrance moist but definitely tight. I lubricated my finger with some saliva and eased it gently into Nora. At the same time, I started to gently kiss her clit, as I moved my finger slowly in and out of her. Her moans became louder, her hips rocked more uncontrollably, and she started mumbling something that sounded like, “oh my, oh my, what’s happening to me?” And then she came, bucking hard a few times, and then collapsed back against the sofa. “Are you OK?” I asked Nora. At first, she didn’t answer, just panted. And then after a few seconds, she said. “Yes. I’m OK.” I sat next to her and put my arms around her and kissed her gently — wanting her to smell and taste herself on my lips and face. At first, she hesitated, and then she kissed me more passionately, getting my cock to rise. I put her hand on my front of my blue jeans so that she could feel my erection. “What should I do?” she asked me. “Nothing, hon,” I told her. “This was for you — just for you.” I whispered in her ear. “Thank you,” she said, and I could hear the sincerity in her voice. “Are you OK?” I asked again. “Yes,” she said, “I’m very OK.” I got up, put on my jacket, told her goodnight, and walked into the garage. Then realizing that I didn’t know how to open her garage door, I sheepishly went back in to ask her to let me out. She walked up to me and kissed me deeply. “I’ll let you out, darling, but you can come in anytime you want,” she said.
How sexually satisfying was this hookup? Very
Did you have an orgasm? No, not even close
Did your partner have an orgasm? Yes, one
What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it the next day? What are/were your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? I don’t know if what I did was right or wrong. I am married, and I cheated with Nora. But in my mind, I think I did a good thing for Nora. We haven’t done anything since, but when we see each other at John’s house, she gives me this smile with a twinkle in her eyes that tells me that we have a secret that she cherishes. If I ever get another chance with Nora, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. But I’ll leave it up to her to say when.
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) None
What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness, Attraction to partner(s), Emotional intimacy, closeness, connection
How intoxicated were you? Not at all (no alcohol or drugs)
How intoxicated was your partner? Not at all (no alcohol or drugs)
How wanted was this hookup for you at the time? I don’t know / I’m not sure
Did you consent to this hookup at the time? I gave enthusiastic consent
How wanted was this hookup for your partner at the time? I don’t know / I’m not sure
Did your partner(s) consent to this hookup? They didn’t give a clear ‘yes’, but didn’t give a ‘no’
To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? No one!!!
How would you best summarize people’s reactions about this hookup? I didn’t tell anyone
Did you get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all
Did your partner get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? I don’t know / I’m not sure
Do you regret this hookup? Not at all
What was the BEST thing about this hookup? I think I gave Nora something that she wanted but could never ask for.
What was the WORST thing about this hookup? Nothing.
Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? No/
All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive
All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative
Anything else you want to add about this hookup? 80-year-old women can be sexual and sensual.
What are your thoughts on casual sex more generally, the role it has played in your life, and/or its role in society? What would you like to see changed in that regard? None at this time.
What do you think about the Casual Sex Project? Real stories.
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