The blue moon made me pleasure – 4

“Damn,” I said as I walked out the door, though pleased to see the older gal was still waiting for me. I realized then I still didn’t know her name…and wondered.

“Might not be ready until tomorrow,” I told her. “Is there a cheap inexpensive hotel or motel around here I can check into?” I then asked.

“Yeah…my place,” she said easily. “The only decent motel around here closed down a few years ago. There’s one other…but I wouldn’t recommend it. A lot of down on their luck homeless people staying there now, run down enough as it is, but also a lot of bad characters, robberies, things like that. Best you spend the night with me at my place.”

“You sure? It wouldn’t be any sort of imposition on you?”

“Nope, not at all. Glad to have the company, especially at my age,” she laughed. I judged her to be well into her seventies, perhaps eighties even, though she seemed spry enough even then. “By the way…my names Bernice,” she said, “and you are?”

“Antony,” I said, not at all surprised to hear her say that, not surprised at all.

**

Her place was indeed pretty close, just around the corner in fact. A small, old, but well maintained redbrick building. “Cute place,” I told her admiring the décor as she led me inside.

“Thank you, I like it,” she responded back. “Spare bedroom’s upstairs, next to mine,” she said, smiling a bit more than she should have perhaps, though I didn’t comment on what she said. “There’s a shower in this one too,” she added showing me in.

“This is really nice of you,” I responded back. “Is there some way I can pay you?”

“I won’t take your money…don’t need it. But if there’s something else I can think of you might be able to do for me, I’ll let you know before you leave,” she said simply, and then walked out, closing the door behind her.

“Really strange,” I thought to myself. “Bernice, and with the same color of eyes as everyone else. Bet she still has a bush too…though I bet it’s gray and not brown now,” I said to myself, and then just as quickly shook my head. Even my thoughts were starting to get strange here as I considered the unthinkable.

I enjoyed the shower, it had after all been several days now since I’d last had one. Stepping out of the small yet functional bathroom, I noticed that the sheets had been turned down on the bed. A fresh set of towels lay waiting for me there as well. I laughed. It was barely five in the afternoon. “I wonder if she goes to bed early and is expecting me too!” I thought.

I dressed into the last clean set of clothes I still had, and then wandered downstairs with the intent of asking her where a good place to eat was. She was busy cooking when I came down.

“Hope you’re hungry,” she stated. “And I hope you like country fried chicken, I have my own secret recipe,” she said laughing.

I was suddenly famished, and a little surprised. There were heaps of fresh mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, salad, not to mention an enormous platter full of chicken. Bernice opened a bottle of wine, and then sat down across from me. “Well? Dig in!” she said looking amused. So I did.

We enjoyed a fabulously cooked dinner along with the wine, and even our conversation was pleasant, friendly. After only a couple of hours sitting there with her, I felt I had known her all of my life. The wine had made me a bit sleepy however, and with a full day’s drive ahead of me, plus a few hours more before I got home, I decided to turn into bed.

“Goodnight,” I bade Bernice and headed upstairs to bed, though she followed me.

“My bedtime too,” she said smiling, and then turned into her room just before I walked into mine. I noticed then there weren’t any locks on the doors, though I chastised myself for even thinking that. “She might be a little old, but she’s obviously not thinking about that!” I told myself, and then stripped down, sliding into a very nice, very comfortable, down-filled bed. I was asleep in minutes.

I was dreaming, or at least I thought I was anyway. And of course it was a very, very erotic dream. I was out in the middle of a grassy meadow, the bright sunshine warm to my skin. I was naked…but so were the rest of them, all of them. sony, Brenda, Barbra, Bernadette, Bonnie…Bernice. All of them, and then I was fucking all of them, not one after the other, but somehow all at once. It was confusing as I could feel each one of them simultaneously, yet differently too. And then I woke up, my eyes popping open when I did.

Bernice was sucking my cock, and it felt wonderful.

I didn’t exactly panic, but I did try sitting up. “Bernice?”

“Shh, just lay back, relax…enjoy this,” she murmured quietly. “This is what I wanted to do, how can you repay me? Nothing else…nothing more. Just let an old lady enjoy herself doing this,” she stated.

I was grateful that it was reasonably dark inside the room, though the moon was nearly full outside now. But I was also ashamed and embarrassed by that. It wasn’t that Bernice was unattractive for her age, she actually was.

But it was the thought of allowing an older woman, someone who could have easily been my own grandmother, at the very least forty to fifty some odd years to sit here and be doing this that was bothering me. Certainly not the way that it felt. If anything, this woman knew how to suck a man’s cock, and was doing it better than anyone I had ever known, or ever been with before.

Somewhat in a daze still, and especially at the way she was licking and fondling my dick, whatever reservations I initially might have had, suddenly evaporated away. I simply succumbed to the exquisite ministrations of this lovely woman’s mouth, tongue and lips as she drove me over the brink. Moments later I was filling her mouth with my cream, worried for a minute that I might drown her because of it, as much as there obviously was.

To my surprise however, she stayed with it, draining every last precious drop from my dick, and then some, before sitting up where I could just make out her face. Once again, I felt like I was hallucinating, her eyes almost seemed to be glowing there in the darkness, this deep golden sheen that took on a very eerie characteristic.

“I’ll leave you to sleep now,” she said, crawling out of the bed. “Sleep tight…see you in the morning.” And with that, Bernice left the room, closing the door behind her.