The Spinster's Exploits

So, there we were – downstairs again after lying around chatting in bed and listening to music and possibly some sexual activity – on one of the hottest days of the year. I was in a thin nightie and he was in a robe and apparently sweating buckets. So – naturally – I suggested he took it off. And purely in solidarity, I ditched the nightie. Luckily for my neighbours, the front of my house is not directly overlooked…

And it was rather nice having a kiss on the sofa, naked. And things got somewhat more intense as we found ourselves lying down with him partly on top of me. And he whispered the magic words that he wanted to come inside me and I melted with desire but a little confusion and replied “Where?”  

In my defence I don’t like to make assumptions that my lover is talking about actual fucking, plus – did he mean on the sofa? Or did he want to go upstairs? In simple English, he made his intentions clear and for the first time in decades and at the grand old age of seventy I got fucked on the sofa! And gave up my thanks to the gods of tai chi qigong and resistance exercise (me) and gardening and hill walking (him)! It was glorious if indecorous, but so much fun!