I learn to enjoy an older lady
by westcountryboy
All characters in this story are over 18, several by some considerable margin.
I've never really fancied older women. My preferred range has always been -- and still is -- twenties to early thirties, in other words young and juicy. Of course, I know that there are some stunners in their forties or even fifties, but in my experience, they tend to be rare. Usually as a woman gets older, not only do wrinkles begin to appear on her face and her skin begin to lack the lustre of youth, but they are inclined to thicken around the waist and their boobs to droop.
And sometimes they get fat, and that's a real "no, no" for me.
But even if those things, or some of them, don't happen, for me at least older women simply lose their sex-appeal.
And that brings us to Vera.
Shortly after leaving university, I spent a year at a post-graduate residential college in the outskirts of London.
A group of us, men and women, but mostly men, all taking different courses began to meet regularly in the campus bar where the beer was cheap and plentiful. Vera was one of the regulars. She was a married woman of about forty-five and looked it, while I was still in my late twenties. On the plus side she had kept her slim figure and, as far as one could tell without seeing them in the raw, a pair of perfectly good breasts. She was also a nice person, good company and generally fun to be with.
In short, many men of any age would have found her attractive but I'm afraid I didn't. She wore a little too much make-up for my taste, especially face-powder which I thought made her look cheap and tawdry, but the real problem was that she was simply too old for me to fancy her.
The difficulty was that she fancied me.
Almost from the time we met, she tried to sit as close to me physically as she could, sometimes touching me or even holding my hand. On one occasion, a group of us were walking back to our student houses on campus after a late drinking session, Vera grabbed my hand and simply wouldn't let go. Not wishing to make a scene I felt I had no option but to leave my hand where it was, and in full view of the others, we carried on hand-in-hand like the pair of lovers we weren't. And when we got to the women's building where Vera lived just before the men's, she more or less forced me to kiss her with her tongue down my throat. I hated that.
I didn't see her for the next couple of days but when I did, pretty much the same thing happened except that this time, instead of wanting to be kissed at the entrance to her own building, she indicated that she wanted to go with me to mine. That put me in a really difficult position. While there was no way I was going to agree to that, at the same time I didn't know how to say "no" without hurting her. In the end I mumbled something about having to get up in the morning and made my escape as quickly as possible. But I did feel bad about it.
I didn't know what to do. I liked her a lot as a person and really enjoyed her company when she wasn't coming on to me, but at the same time, I felt that she was a predator and I was her prey. It wasn't a nice feeling and I began to dread seeing her again.
Having escaped from Vera with my virtue intact, I had gone into the kitchen to make myself a coffee. Chas, an older guy who had been around the block a bit in his time, and with whom I had become friends, immediately looked up asking what was going on with me and Vera.
"You know she wants to fuck you, don't you? " he said. "So what are you waiting for? You don't get many chances like that in a lifetime."
I replied that of course I knew that was what she wanted but that I didn't fancy her.
"Well then, you're a fucking idiot. There's not a guy in the building who wouldn't give his eyeteeth for a pop at her and she's offering it to you on a plate."
"It's not only that I don't fancy her", I told him. "It's the way she keeps pawing at me like I was a piece of meat. That and never leaving me alone. It gives me the creeps."
"Yeah, I know. I've had women like that but they're easy to deal with. All you have to do is take charge. They only do it because you don't. Don't let her intimidate you either. The next time you see her get straight in there, take charge and just get on and fuck the woman before she comes onto you again. It's what she wants and you'll feel a lot better about it too because it will have been your decision not hers. And I guarantee she'll thank you for it and then you can thank me.
"And if you think she looks too old for you just imagine her with a bag over her head. There's nothing wrong with her body after all."
I agreed that there was nothing wrong with Vera's body and that what he said made sense. I told him I'd think about it.
I did think about it, and to my surprise I found myself increasingly warming to the idea of having sex with Vera on my terms. If I could decide when, where and how we did it, it might actually be fun and something to be enjoyed.
So I devised a plan.
The following morning as everyone was leaving to go to class, I waited outside Vera's place for her to come out and before she could react, I took her by the shoulders and snogged her face off in front of her friends.
"Well, that was a surprise," she said smiling turning away to go to her class. Immediately I grabbed her from behind and with my hands on her breasts, and with everyone still watching, pulled her face to mine for another long passionate kiss.
"Get a room," someone shouted. "Oh, we're going to," I retorted patting Vera on her jeans-clad rump before despatching her in the direction of the teaching block. As she left, she looked back at me over her shoulder grinning from ear to ear.
"So far, so good," I thought.
That evening there was a party in the bar for one of Vera's friends' birthday and half the campus was there so it was pretty crowded. Vera spent much of her time chatting with her girlfriends but I managed to catch her a couple of times for a quick kiss and a grope.
She had dressed for the occasion in a semi-transparent white shirt a couple of sizes too small (and obviously no bra), tight designer jeans, white stiletto heels and, as ever, too much make-up. In short, she looked every bit the tart that my mate Chas had described her as.
