I was lying alone in Helena’s bed after the best sex I have had in many years. In fact, it was the only sex I have had in many years, but it was fantastic by any score! My late wife Mary and I had a wonderful, creative sex life, but we had understandably not been active in bedroom during her losing battle with cancer. Mary apologised over and over for her lack of enthusiasm and even went as far as to suggest that I might want relieve any sexual urges elsewhere as the cancer spread. I wouldn’t and couldn’t consider that. After she died, the idea of sex with someone else was repugnant for about a year, but soon some interest in sex gradually reappeared. I finally mustered the courage to visit an escort, but let’s just say the encounter was a disaster and I left with both my ego and libido deflated. Now, all those forgotten feelings had returned. While I had several lovers before I met Mary, and my wife had been great in the sack, I had never met someone as overtly sexual as Helena. I certainly had never been fucked like that before in my fifty-eight years. I then laughed to myself: I had never been laid on a ‘first date’ until this evening. Maybe, I thought, you really can turn back the clock. I was just beginning to think about the fact that Helena had fucked me without using a condom – and what that meant – when she reappeared at the bedroom doorway. Helena was no longer nude, but what she was wearing did little to hide her body. She had slipped on a sheer, pale peach dressing gown that was loosely tied at the waist. Her nipples were clearly visible through a thin material. The dressing gown was so short that it did not reach more than an inch or two past her ass and, because it was so loosely tied, her shaved pussy was not covered. If anything, Helena looked even more fetching – and more sexy – slightly clothed than when totally naked. She was carrying a tray on which were two glasses of wine, a bowl of strawberries, and what looked at first like a bowl of whipped cream. However, Helena quickly corrected my mental error. “I simply adore strawberries and Greek yogurt,” she said. Helena set the small tray on the bedside table, reclined on the bed and handed me a glass of wine. She picked up her glass and clinked it against mine. “Here’s to love and sex, particularly sex – for now,” Helena said with a charming grin. “James, have you ever thought about starting a stud service escort for we blue-haired ladies? I laughed as Helena snuggled closer to me. As she did, her left breast became exposed. “Oh dear, she wants some more attention. That’s the problem with tits; they often have minds of their own,” she chuckled. “Could you please take care of her for me?” I slowly set my wine on the table by my side of the bed and then rolled over to focus on her breast. As I untied the belt holding her wrap together, I slowly looped my tongue around and around her stiffening nipple, giving it a healthy suck every so often. After a minute or two, I realised I was rock-hard again, and Helena had started to moan softly. I looked at the clock by her side of the bed, and it read 23:42. And then I stopped and rolled back over to have another sip of wine. Just as I raised the glass to my lips, I felt a pillow crash into the back of my head, making me spill about a quarter of the glass on the sheets. “Oh, it appears you have wet the bed. You are a naughty boy, James,” Helena said sternly, although her acting was betrayed by a sly smile. “I think you owe me something for messing up my bed linen.” “How can I ever make it up to you?” I asked. “Well,” she responded, “you could accept my offer of the dessert I promised you at the restaurant. Tonight I feel like having my strawberries and yogurt in a slightly erotic manner. Will you join me?” I nodded yes, figuring we would feed each other berries dipped in the creamy yogurt. That would be highly erotic to me, but Helena had something completely different in mind. She remained in her reclining position and reached over to select a large berry. She then reached down and inserted it in her still-wet pussy. She then used her fingers to scoop up a big glob of the thick yogurt, which she sensually spread in a circle around her completely bare pubis. She turned to me, looked deeply into my widening eyes and said, “Your pudding is served. Enjoy.” As inexperienced as I was, I knew what to do. I scooted down in the bed and began licking Helena’s left thigh. I figured I would take this very slowly and, as Helena had said, enjoy myself. I didn’t want to get it wrong. I nibbled my way northward, until I started to lick the yogurt from her skin just left of her labia. Continuing my snail-like pace, I slowly lapped up the rest of the escort bayan ‘pudding’, spending a lot of time making sure that all of the creamy substance was removed from her clit and the opening of her cunt. Helena reacted to my licking with heavier breathing, increasingly loud moaning and considerable wiggling. I figured that I was getting it right. The yogurt was nearly all gone, so now I had to figure how to capture the hidden fruit. Due to my previous efforts and Helena’s thrashing, the strawberry had slipped further back into her pussy. I certainly could not reach it with my teeth to take a bite, so the only thing to do was to stick my tongue in her cunt and lap at it, much like a kitten drinking milk. I could taste the tartness of the berry as a ran my tongue across its seeded surface, but I could also taste Helena’s pussy juices flowing freely around the fruit. I also realised that as I was lapping to get at the strawberry, my lips we pressed firmly against her clit. Helena’s squirming and moaning were increasing measurably. She finally broke the silence: “James, that is so fucking horny and so fucking good. Keep doing it! Please don’t stop! “ I continued to lick at the strawberry and could tell that it was beginning to disintegrate. The more I licked, the more Helena moaned, and she started to bounce her ass on the mattress. After another 30 seconds or so, I felt her legs lock against my ears, and my newfound lover began to thrash about wildly. “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Fucking hell! I think my cunt is on fire! Goddamnit, James. I am cumming so fucking hard. Keep licking my pussy! Oh my goodness, this feels so sensational!” She shouted for at least a minute, mostly gibberish. I finally had to quit licking because my face and beard were completely covered in strawberry-flavoured cum. Once I removed my tongue, Helena began fingering her clit to prolong her orgasm while continuing to moan and babble nonsense. I had never seen a woman come so hard and for so long. After lying quietly for a moment, she reached back down to her pussy and used her index finger to scoop the remains of the fruit from what could only be described as her juicy cunt. She raised what was left of the strawberry to her facial lips and proceeded to nibble and lick the fruit from her fingers. After a moment more, Helena raised her head (I was still lying on my stomach bayan escort with my head between her knees) and said: “Did you enjoy your dessert? I certainly enjoyed mine. Please come up here now and be with me.” I scooted back up the bed, and was rewarded with a passionate, strawberry-infused kiss. Her tongue explored all corners of my mouth. Without breaking our kiss, she then reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, which was now as hard as nails. “I think there is probably some strawberry left down there,” she said softly as she fondled my penis and my balls. “Would this big guy like to have a taste?” I needed to fuck, so I rolled on top of Helena as she spread he legs, and I began to rub the head of my dick against the wet entrance to her pussy. While I really wanted to take it slow to enjoy every moment, my cock head quickly slipped into her sopping cunt. As I pushed myself up to assume the classic missionary position, I looked over at the clock: it now read 00.09. I thought to myself: “I wonder if this old goat can last for fifteen minutes?” As I started to slowly and gently maintain a back-and-forth rhythm, I thought it was possible. I had cum so strongly less than an hour before, I wondered if I would be able to cum again. So I increased my speed whilst fondling Helena’s left tit, but I soon felt that familiar feeling. I knew I had better slow down if I were to last for more than a minute. Remember, James, slow and steady wins this race, I told myself. I switched my focus to Helena’s face, but she had her eyes closed, presumably enjoying the gentle fucking rhythm that I was setting. That would be my luck: I screw a woman for the first time in years, and I put her to sleep! But then Helena opened her eyes slowly and smiled softly. “This is fantastic, James,” she whispered. “I just love to be fucked slowly and sensually. Your cock feels so good inside me. Can you do the work for now and let me relax for a moment?” So, I maintained my slow and steady rhythm in relative silence. Every now and then, I would be rewarded with a passionate kiss and, after what seemed like a long time, Helena’s hands began wandering across my ass cheeks. I picked up my pace a wee bit. “Oooh, that’s really good,” Helena purred. “I think your cock has grown a bit more in the last minute. It’s hitting a really sensitive spot, and it’s fucking fantastic.” I looked at the clock, and I had been fucking her for nine minutes. That’s pretty good for an old boy, I thought to myself. As I started to pick up a bit more speed and twist my hips to screw Helena a bit harder, I felt her legs rise up and then wrap around my thighs. “Okay, Lover,” she said more excitedly.