The Retirement Home: Unexpected Pleasures

By Emma Jones

"Meanwhile, my fucked foot kept bumping into Lina's grotto and I had the impression that I was sometimes quite deep in her. Great ... Fisting with feet ... That was new to me. Then it got light again. Babsi dragged her labia over my chest and then hit my glans, which was swollen to bursting and gave her the grace to penetrate her pleasure channel. She lifted her pelvis a little, I saw her sweet butt hole that still shone from being pampered with my tongue and then my member bumped into her clit. Like a kiss, her clitoris caressed my glans and then it got hot and warm on my cock.

What a release !!! That was what I wanted. In the distance I heard Lina's second scream, announcing her salvation to the world. I was too captivated by the feeling of being stuck in Babsi and Babsi rode me upside down like a circus princess."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005515621

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Overflowing Pleasures: Retirement Home

By Emma Jones

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

The retirement home as a place of longing

In the lunch break...

Babsi spoils me

Quickie

A threesome

Babsi's revenge and threesome masturbation

Threesome the morning after

Visiting the women

Babsi watches how Bruno delights Lina

Bruno devotes himself to Babsi, but Lina doesn't miss out

Bruno’s birthday

Birthday of a Special Kind

Hunter’s Duty

Phone Sex becomes real

Anal with Tenderness

Threesome Continues

Masturbation and Fisting

Babsi Comes Back

Another man

Trained

2 men, 2 Women

The retirement home as a place of longing

Luck was on my side. At the right time, I had sold my small IT company and got a good deal out of it. All employees were taken over and the commercial building in which the offices were located was also bought. The only downer: I had to vacate my apartment because additional jobs were to be created there.

Although I was actually still too young for that, I had decided on a senior citizens' residence in the vicinity of my home as the address. I would drive through Europe most of the time in my motorhome anyway and catch up on the vacations of the past few years. The residence was only meant to be a location for me to return to from time to time, a kind of hotel where I could plan my next trip and where my mail could be sent.

I was lucky: A two-room apartment was vacated on the top floor at the end of the hall, so I moved in with some of my favorite pieces of furniture. I didn't want to do without my bed and wardrobe. My computer workstation, television and a seating area that could also be used as a place to sleep, a few carpets that I bought years ago as an investment and my beloved baroque cupboard for books and files accompanied me to my new home.

I felt good quickly and ended up at a table in the dining room with interesting people who were interested in many things. The first week was unspectacular. I familiarized myself with everything, enjoyed the peace and quiet and got to know the staff, who tried very hard to make the residents' stay as pleasant as possible. Then towards the end of the second week I had a great encounter. I was just outside the residence from my morning run, checking my fitness tracker when I bumped into a young woman.

Oops, gentleman ... Not so stormy. Said the lady laughing and I hurried up with an apology. Already when we met I had noticed that she had wonderfully soft and also large breasts. This pretty, young woman will definitely be hers Want to visit grandparents. But at this time ... But probably someone from the angelic faction who look after our well-being here.

In me and, I am not ashamed to say it, the hope of seeing us again grew in me. Since my earliest youth, my little hero always showed me immediately when he liked a woman. I suspect there is a direct connection between my eyes and limbs, without going through the brain. I gave way to the young beautiful woman at the entrance and had the opportunity to admire her beautiful bottom. You old lecher! I scolded myself inwardly, She's too young for you. She could be your granddaughter. I immediately contradicted myself, vain as I am: Daughter !!!

We parted ways when I went to the elevator. I wish you a nice day, said the angel kindly.

It has already started - thanks to you - I smiled back. The young woman paused briefly and then said with a smile: Nice to meet a gentleman. Welcome here.

I couldn't help but check the swaying hips. Her movement was natural, not provocative. In the elevator I saw myself in the mirror, smiling. Old boy, I thought to myself. You have chosen the right domicile.

The shower after morning exercise fell, I admit it, a little more thoroughly. Above all, the lower regions required my attention, and thinking about the womanly appearance I thoroughly satisfied myself. In a good mood, I made my breakfast. In the morning I don't go to the dining room but rather eat my muesli with fresh fruits in my apartment and enjoy my two cups of coffee.

I had just put everything away and was sitting down reading the newspaper when there was a knock on my door. I opened and who was standing in front of me? The attractive lady from the early morning.

Oh, you are the gentleman of this morning, said the young woman. I'm Barbara, on this floor I am responsible for helping you and supporting you.

Very pleasant! I'm Bruno, the guy who stared so bluntly at your bosom and bottom this morning. Please excuse my intrusiveness, but it was guided by admiration. My God, what was I talking stilted, but something like shyness, a feeling that I hadn't had in years, something paralyzed my brain.

Should I really call you Bruno? Here all guests, that's what we call the residents, are addressed by their family name. The woman frowned questioningly.

Sure, of course! You also introduced yourself with Barbara. Equal rights for all. So we meet at eye level, at least verbally. I was referring to the different heights.

May I ask you in? I hoped for a positive answer. My wish was granted. When Barbara, as I already called her in my thoughts, passed me, a delicate scent of perfume rose up my nose. I could smell her well. A little later we were sitting at my coffee table and drinking coffee. Barbara cheerfully said that she liked the work and that she sometimes did not pay attention to herself and that only recently her body had pulled the emergency brake. I was spellbound by her voice , of the sound and the liveliness. I think she could have read the Cologne telephone directory. I would have listened devoutly.

Meanwhile, I was delighted to look at her appearance: her pink smock stretched something over her chest while sitting, which arched very womanly and stimulates the imagination of every man. The white trousers, generously cut, let her thighs suspect more than see and the bare feet were in sneakers. The face with the full lips was only discreetly made up and the hair was tied in a ponytail.

When I asked how concretely I could expect you to appear, she explained to me: I will distribute the food. I am happy to help with washing and getting dressed. I also help seniors with their leisure time, am available for entertainment and also play. All simple things. I'm not a registered nurse.

Your cell phone rang. Apparently someone asked about her. She replied, I'm on my breakfast break. I'll be with you in 20 minutes. She smiled at me. We have 15 minutes left. Then I have to go.

When can I see you again? I was never a friend of long detours. I enjoy talking to you.

I have lunch break from one to four forty-five. I could visit her there. My heart jumped. That sounded like a perfect day.

We said goodbye and I held her hand longer than usual. She didn't seem to mind. She looked at me and my gaze sank into her eyes.

I am glad to have met you. See you later, I muttered.

Me too ... Yeah, see you later, she replied. I almost kissed her, but I still had some control over myself.

I watched her walk down the hall. She turned and caught me. A happy wave proved to me that I hadn't been too intrusive.

I tried to read the newspaper. I did not succeed. Again and again the image of the young and so pretty woman pushed itself before my inner eye. I dreamed. Annoyed by myself, I put the newspaper aside and dressed for town. I then went shopping and got flowers and a matching vase. I hadn't planned on flowers, so I gave away vases and pots. I wanted to travel and not just find rotten green on my return.

The shopping was way too fast and the waiting time dragged on like chewing gum. I got some wine, champagne and condoms from the supermarket ... You couldn't know.

I finished the meal at twelve o'clock quickly and said to the people sitting next to me that I still had something to do. Then I waited for Barbara in my room.

Five minutes before the time the doorbell rang and she was standing in front of the door ... A strand was hanging down sideways on the head, a blouse button had probably not withstood the tension and ran away. I invited her in and she noticed the flowers on the table.

As I can see, they used the morning to go shopping. Beautiful flowers...

I had to shorten the waiting time.

What waiting time?

Until you come to see me.

Have you been waiting for me?

Longed for is probably better.

You said that nicely.

Barbara took a step towards me. No man has said that to me for a long time. Thanks!

I grabbed the strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear. The young woman put her head in my hand and an aura of tenderness spread between us.

You have nice, warm hands.

Call me Bruno and you. I whispered. "She was happy to answer and I slowly pulled my head towards me. Barbara closed my eyes, I was caught in my desire to touch hers with my lips. The first contact occurred to me like an electric shock and also