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After we ordered, I asked what she’d been doing. Of course, that was after I told her how stunning she looked.

She blushed. “Thank you, Boyd.” Then she told me about her work, her marriage. I expressed my sympathies for the loss of her husband. She didn’t say anything about her sex life. “What about you, Boyd? Still teaching?”

I told her that I was retired, and about my wife and the kids. Showed her pictures of the grandchildren.

Then came the question I was dreading. “Boyd, why didn’t you call me?”

I hemmed and hawed. “Boyd, I’m not a teenager. I’m a big girl. I can take it.” I swear when she said, ‘big girl,’ she stuck out her chest. Maybe it was my imagination.

I told her. “Nanci, if you recall you had a very special skill back then.”

She leaned across the table and whispered, “Boyd, they’re called blowjobs.”

“Yes, well. The last night we were together, you did what you always did and extraordinarily well, I might add. Do you remember what you said when I asked you if you enjoyed it?”

“I have no idea. Did I say something that pissed you off?” “You said, ‘I did it, didn’t I?’ You kind of spit it out.”

“Oh, I guess that would be a turn off, but Boyd, first of all, if I recall I never spit anything out,” she laughed. “And secondly, I was a nineteen-year-old kid. You could have been a little more understanding.”

“Perhaps, but it looks like we’ve both ended up doing pretty well for ourselves. I’m impressed with how far you’ve come from working in that fast food place.”

“Thank you, Boyd. It was all because you encouraged me to go back to school.”

“Back then, I always encouraged kids to go to college. Sometimes they listened; sometimes it worked out.” By this time, we’d finished a second cup of coffee. We said goodbye, see you around, whatever.

Before we got up, Nanci took my hand. “I’ve never forgotten you. You said, back then I had a special skill and that I was extraordinary. Boyd, my husband said I got better with age. How about dinner Friday night?”

“Nanci, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, remember how old I am.”

“Boyd, it’s just dinner. Bradley’s has the best steaks around. Seven o’clock?”

It wasn’t just dinner, Nanci was extraordinary, although to be fair, it took a while for my cock which had been dead for years and years to respond. Once it did, “Boyd, every man I’ve been with, not that there’ve been that many (she lied), I’ve always compared them to you. You have the best cock to suck. It’s as if it was made for my mouth. It fits perfectly.” Nanci started sliding her lips up and down again.

“You were better than I remembered,” Nanci smiled as she wiped her lips.

I laughed, “and you were far better than I remembered.”

“What could be beyond extraordinary?”

I ended up spending the night. “Do you remember what you didn’t do back then?” I asked in the morning.

She laughed. “I do. My mother drilled it into me to not get pregnant. I didn’t have much in the way of sex education, but I was pretty sure that I couldn’t get pregnant giving blowjobs. To be more specific. I never let you in my pants. I doubt I can get pregnant now,” she laughed. “Boyd, you’ve waited forty years for this, I hope it’s worth it.”

She took off her nightgown, her panties and spread her legs. “I’m all yours. Make love to me, Boyd. I’ve waited a long time for this.” She came into my arms.

I made some excuse about age, “are you going to fuck me, Boyd?”

“Not yet.” I went down on her, but not before spending some time on her tits. “They’re more beautiful than they were when you were nineteen.” I saw no evidence that they were surgically enhanced.

“I doubt that.” She pushed my head down. “You know what I need.”

Her golden bush was gorgeous, but I didn’t say anything. I thought I’d done enough talking. I’d eaten a lot of pussy, but there was nothing like Nanci’s. My tongue wore out before she’d had enough. “You have the tastiest pussy. I hope you let me eat it again.” “Boyd, your tongue was marvelous. I wish I’d let you have it way back then.”

“Let’s not dwell on the past.”

“Oh my,” she reached for my cock. “You’re as hard as you were when you were in your twenties. I’d be pleased if you told me that it was from eating my pussy.”

I did.

“Boyd, did eating me wear you out?”

I had to admit, it did.

“Let me do this.” Nanci got on top of me. “I’ll go nice and slow. I want my pussy to enjoy your cock for as long as possible.”

The good thing about Nanci being on top was that I got to play with those perfect tits. She was still flexible enough to lean forward and rub them in my face. “I remember you used to like them but not as much as my blowjobs, right?” All the while, she was bouncing on my cock. “There was nothing like the way . . .”

“Boyd, you can say blowjob or you can say cocksucker. I won’t be offended. And I hope the way I sucked your cock, and the way I’m fucking you, encourages you to see me again.”

“Do I get to play with these?” My hands were all over her tits.

She leaned forward and laughed as she bounced them in my face. “Do you promise to eat me again?”

I pretended to be offended. “You mean Nanci Darden wants me to stick my face in the most beautiful, tastiest pussy anyone could imagine?”

“Don’t forget my pussy has the most incredible fragrance. A girl likes to know that her pussy doesn’t smell funny.”

“Well, I guess we will have to see each other again. I’ll need to confirm what you’re saying about your incredible fragrance.”

“Boyd, it was just ten minutes ago.”

“My memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“If you’re going to play that game . . .” She dismounted from my cock and mounted my face. “Now do you remember the deliciousness and fragrance of Nanci’s pussy?” She laughed.

We saw each other that night and then just about every other night. We laughed a lot. “Boyd, with your memory shot, did you forget how good my pussy tasted last night?” Nanci rode my face.

With the help of Viagra, my cock was hard whenever she was in the mood to suck it. Nanci was in the mood a lot. There was pussy eating and Nanci preferred to fuck on top. I didn’t have to do as much work. We both used the age excuse, but we both loved it that way.

Three or four times a week, without saying it, Nanci proved that she was still the Blowjob Queen of Hollywood.

THE END

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