In a recent story I told how cleaning Janice's windows for free changed delightfully my notions about making it with a mature woman.
But perhaps was growing up just a little after she and I spent many happy times enjoying the thrill of sexercise. She was sixty when I first fucked her and I was only twenty. How come, having enjoyed several girlfriends I suddenly took to an older woman?
It wasn't anything that one might assume. I had no hang up about wanting a mother substitute or any kinks about how it would be with an older woman. But what it was really all about is I truly empathised with the woman who'd lost her husband with cancer just five years back, who looked so lonely and helpless and unhappy. I just took to her, simply that. She gave me coffee and biscuits and before I knew it we were hugging on the sofa.
She mentioned how much she missed the warmth of a man in her bed, a man like Gerry used to be in his younger days, before the horrid cancer hit, when he was warn and vibrant and his kisses never ending.
"I guess that is why I miss Gerry so very much because he was such a warm and truly loving person."
I decided to go for it and ask if she missed him physically. By this time I had a definite feeling for her which, surprising was not just emotional. There was something about her which lured me wanting to have sex with her.
"I do miss him very much that way too. I realise sex isn't the be all and end all but for me, I was a very passionate girl, and to be frank, deep down I still am. But those times are over now I guess and I have to adjust remembering memories.
She was so special and I felt a need to give her something of myself more than just understanding and as told in my story that went off with a bang and both Janice and I were the better for it.
I cannot tell you how rewarding it was, not for just the sex which 2was phenomenal, but because I made her so very happy, and I still see her once a month when I do her windows for free!
That having been said who would have thought when doing my once per month Wednesday round Jackie asked me in for coffee. She lived a mile away from Janice but as it turned out she was a sister, who's spouse had also died a few years back and... well need I say more?
"I do want to thank you Philip you for your sincere kindness towards my sister, you can never know just how much you have restored her confidence again, that she isn't too old to enjoy what comes naturally, even at our age."
I like to be of assistance that is what it is all about in my book."
Jackie nodded positively and I liked her open smile.
"I wouldn't mind being in your book?"
Wow she was flirting with me and no mistake.
"Well I am a lonely soul too, missing the finer things of life. In my time it was unheard of for a woman to enjoy a toy boy, but all that has changed thank goodness. What say you Philip?"
I hesitated just a little, to absorb what she was saying, and maybe what she was suggesting.
She said she was a little younger than her sister, about three years but she still looked good enough to take advantage of. But was it the other way around? I said I agree that it is better that we are more outgoing now, saying it how it is.
"Then can I say it how it is Philip. Would you mind?"
I finished the coffee which I knew was measured by a tipple of brandy and had already made up my mind that I wanted Jackie. I could see a lot of her sister in her and that helped, I wondered if she would be so passionate though. I was soon to find out.
I nodded to the affirmative and she came right out with it that she'd like to snog the face off me. That was different for a start.
She warmed to me, placing her neat petite figure next to me. Her perfume was exciting and alluring and I really wanted her.
For the next half hour I was the object of her discovery and desire.