Brenna

A Doctot-in-training dates an older guy.

I’m an older guy, well into my 70s. I’ve been a widower for about three years. My longtime wife passed away from a heart attack. My personal health is pretty good.
I managed to lose a bunch of weight during the first couple of years after her death. Mostly it was caused by the depression I was in. After two years I decided that I needed some kind of social life and started to join up with other folks.
One of the health problems I had for several years is called proximal Afib. That means I had Afib occasionally, but it usually resolves itself in a day or two. Unfortunately, I started an episode that just wouldn’t quit. So I had to go to the cardiologist to see what we could do about it.
My initial appointment was with a new PA named Brenna. I had not met her before. So when this beautiful little girl came into the examining room I was blown away. She wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’2”, and was quite slender, with a noticeable rack on her chest. She was stacked!
But the thing that stood out was her pixie-like face that just smiled all the time. She had brown hair with some highlights and sort of gray-blue eyes that sparkled all the time. I thought she was the most gorgeous woman I had seen ever!
We went over my situation from a medical standpoint and then she asked about my history. So I told her the story of how my wife and I met when I was 14 and she was 15 and how we had gone together for more than 60 years. I get emotional when I tell that story and so did Brenna. She grabbed a box of Kleenex and handed me one and then wiped her own eyes. It was a lovely thing.
I had to undergo a medical procedure called a Cardioversion. That’s when they shock your heart to reset it to a normal beat. It didn’t work very well and only stopped the Afib for a couple of days and I was right back in it.
I was given another appointment to see Brenna and I arrived ahead of time. I really wanted to see her again! I was not disappointed, she was as beautiful as I thought and as nice and loving as anyone could be. We had a good time talking about my condition and what would happen next.
Two days after the appointment I was sitting at my computer doing some accounting. My phone rang and I noticed that it was the cardiologist’s office calling. I was expecting to hear about an appointment for another procedure. Instead, this beautiful little voice says, “Hi, George! It’s Brenna, from cardiology! How are you doing?”
I was so surprised I almost couldn’t answer her. I blurted out that I was feeling fine but the Afib was still going on and making me feel tired.
Then she said, “That’s too bad, but I’m calling for another reason. I have enjoyed talking with you so much that I would like to spend some time with you! So would you be willing to go out to dinner with me? I’m free almost any evening!”
I gulped and said sort of stupidly, “I almost never have anything to do in the evening so I’m open! Do you have any ideas about where we might go?”
She said, “I’d like to go somewhere really nice, sort of upscale!”
I said, “You mean like Tosi’s or Grand Mere?”
She replied, “Asking you to go to dinner might be a little bit improper, so I would just as soon go somewhere that I’m not likely to be recognized. Do you know any place like that?”
I said, “There’s a restaurant just over the state line called Heston Supper Club. It’s one of those places where you have white linen tablecloths, real silverware, and crystal water glasses! Does that sound fancy enough for you?”
She said, “I’ve heard of it but I’ve never been there so that would be perfect.”
We decided to go the next Friday and I would pick her up at 6:00. She lives in an apartment complex where only medical staff people at the hospital are allowed. It would take us almost 45 minutes to get to the restaurant from there.
After we hung up I called the restaurant to see if they took reservations for a party of two. They took my reservation for the Friday at 7 o’clock.
On Friday afternoon I got dressed in gray slacks, a striped blue dress shirt, and a light blue sports coat. I hope that would do. I drove up to her apartment and called her phone when I got to the parking lot. She said she would be right down.
I got out of the car to open the door for her. When she appeared in the doorway of the apartment building I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! She had her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. It made her look like a teenager!
She had on an orange dress that clung to her beautiful body. It was stretchy and had no buttons or zippers. It seemed to be specially fitted around her breasts and the sides. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra, her nipples were pressing out against the fabric. The dress came down to about the middle of her thighs. I couldn’t take my eyes off her!
She walked up to me and used her hand to push my mouth shut. I don’t think it was really open but my face must’ve looked like that! Suddenly she pirouetted around and said, “Do you think I’ll do?”
Then she leaned up against me, pushed those twin boobs into my chest, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I put my hands on her shoulders, looked her straight in the eyes, and said, “If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me!”
She puckered up and our lips came together. I decided that it was up to her to break the kiss off, so I just kept it there. I felt her lower lip drop a little and the tip of her tongue slip out! I pushed mine in, figuring she was expecting that. She didn’t back off. Then we both started to giggle. What a way to start a relationship!
I pushed her away from me a little and looked up and down. I got a hint of her areolas through the thin material. I said to her, “I know I don’t have any right to tell you how to dress but I would like you to go back inside and put on a bra. I’m too old to be fighting off 20-year waiters who want to get their hands on those things!”
She giggled, “I wondered what you would think! Hold on a second I’ll be right back!”
When she came back in it was clear she had put on a little push-up bra covering her nipples. It was still a stunning sight!
We got in the car and as soon as it started moving I reached over and put my arm around her shoulder, just like the old time dating days. She snuggled against the side of my chest as well as she could with the center counsel in the way. That causes my arm to drop down a little and I found my hand resting on one of her tits! That didn’t seem to bother her either, so I kept it there, squeezing a little now and then.
At the next stoplight, I pulled my hand back and she sighed like she might be disappointed. I said, “Do you want me to put it back there?”
She said, “It’s sort of awkward but I really liked it! We can figure it out later!”
I reached over and put my hand on her thigh. I was curious about whether she was wearing panties or not. Bra-less and panty-less certainly would be a big turn-on. Since she didn’t object I slid my hand up under the skirt hem. She grabbed a hold of my wrist and said, “My, my! Aren’t you just an eager beaver?”
I said, “I think I’m more like a hound dog, looking for the bird!”
I pushed my hand up between her thighs and encountered a panty-covered pussy. I was sort of disappointed but, none of this should’ve been happening, and I was one lucky guy.
I managed to keep my mind on the road as we made our way to the restaurant. We arrived right on time and went in. We were greeted by a young man in a tuxedo. I was suddenly feeling underdressed. But she was so sexy looking that no one was paying any attention to me. The young man’s eyes were all over her. He led us to a table, held the chair for her, and deliberately brushed his hand down her side. Just copping a little feel, I thought!
A busboy brought a crystal pitcher of ice water and filled our classes. He almost ran Brenna’s over staring at her. The waiter came to our table and asked if we wanted something to drink. I asked for the wine list. He said, “I will have to card your daughter!”
We both started laughing and he looked confused. I said, “First of all, she’s not my daughter, in fact, she’s young enough to be my granddaughter! But she will be happy to show you that she can legally have something to drink. Won’t you, Brenna?”
We had a wonderful conversation, a wonderful meal, and a great time being together. As often as she could, she pushed her leg up against mine and wiggled it up and down! She seemed to be getting right into this.
Just before we had a little dessert Brenna excused herself and went to the ladies' room. I saw the waiter move close to her and whisper something in her ear. I figured it was probably a proposition!
She whispered something in his ear and they both walked into the little waiting room in front of the restrooms. I couldn’t see anything more. However, she was in there longer than I expected, so I figured some monkey business was going on.
By the time she came back the dessert and coffee were on the table. I asked her what the waiter had said. She whispered, “He asked if I could dump the geezer and that he had 9 inches of the good stuff waiting! I said, ‘Can you prove it?’ Then we went into the ladies room!
“I immediately bent over the sink and he flipped my skirt up. He pulled my thong down around my knees, unzipped himself, and shoved that 9 incher right up to my pussy! He asked if it was OK and I nodded! He pushed it right in. It didn’t take him very long to cum and I had the stuff running down my leg! Are you mad at me?”
I was feeling jealous but I knew I had to keep my cool. My opportunity would come later. So I whispered back, “It’s your body! I guess you can do what you want to!”
The waiter brought the bill and held it out to me. Brenna grabbed it out of his hand and said, “This is on me. When we do this again, it can be your turn!”
I had no idea that there would be an “again!” Did she have in mind that we would start dating? Or was this just to be an occasional get-together? We have to talk about that.
As soon as we were out of the front door, Brenna took my arm and wrapped it around her shoulder making sure my hand was on her breast, holding it there with her hand. She said, “Before I left the ladies' room, I took care of the little problem down there!”
I didn’t know what she meant but I quickly found out. She let go with her hand and opened her little purse. Laughing, she pulled out a little black thong! So that was what was in the way when I felt of her on the way down to the restaurant.
When I opened the car door for her she sat facing me with her legs spread apart a little so I could stand in front of her. I leaned over and began to kiss her passionately.
Meanwhile, my hand dropped down between her thighs, and very quickly found a smooth-shaven pussy waiting for me. My fingers quickly found their way into the slit, caressing her clit initially and then pushing into her vagina.
She grunted a couple of times and my hand got covered with liquid, some hers and some his. I think she’d been saving up for that first orgasm!
I pulled my hand away from her cunt and held it up in front of her face. She leaned forward and licked the tip of my finger. She said, “It tastes pretty good, you ought to try it!”
I said, “I want to get a whole mouthful of it, but we can’t do it here because I might not be able to stand up again! So let’s get going and figure out what we’re going to do.”
I told her to stand up for a second. I reached into the center console and pulled out and incontinent pad that I keep there for emergencies. I put it down on the seat where her wet pussy would be pressed. It should keep the upholstery clean.
In the car, I said, “I think there are three possible things we could do. First, I could take you back to your apartment and drop you off. I don’t think I would want to risk going into your place!
Second, I know a place along the way that is secluded enough so no one would ever see us. But it would mean being outdoors and exposed.
Finally, we could go to my house. It’s on the way back to yours so it would be easy. It would also be warm and private.”
Brenna reached over and rubbed against my crotch. She said, “It’s up to you but being warm and private sounds like a good idea.”
By the time we got to my house I had her as undressed as I could! Her dress was pushed up to her neck. Her bra was off. She had her hand into the fly of my trousers playing around with my cock. I could hardly wait to get her on my bed.
As soon as we were in the house she shed her clothing and I stripped down as quickly as I could. I led her into the bedroom and patted the bed. I said, “Come on, Sweetie. Papa’s thirsty!”
She said, “Let me go give it a quick wash. It will taste better that way!”
We started out in a classical 69 with her on top. Her pussy was so juicy that I couldn’t keep up with the flow. I think she had two more orgasms! Meanwhile, my poor old pecker was getting the work out of its life. She was, of course, able to take all of it into her mouth, even as it began to grow some. However, it was still too limp to allow me to fuck her. Damn the beta blockers! They make it almost impossible to get a good hard on.
Right after she had her second orgasm, I could feel the machinery in my balls start to work. I told her that if she could keep it up I would cum pretty quickly. It did not take long until I was grunting and groaning with a good climax.
I asked, “Did you get anything? I usually only get a little fluid like precum when I jack off.”
She said, “There wasn’t very much but it tasted real sweet! I liked it a lot!”
We cuddled for a while and I finger-fucked her to another orgasm. Then we got up, got dressed, and went out to the car to take her home. When we got there I took her in my arms and kissed her. The kiss didn’t last very long because she moved away, looked back at me, and said, “Good night! I love you!”