Reliving My Younger Days

I guess my story starts three years ago in July 2016 when we had just arrived at a 60th birthday party for a friend of my late husband's, Clive, when my friend Carole's husband Colin, whispered and nudged Will, "Aha! I see our 'favourite pornographer' is here!"

"What?" His wife Carole nearly choked. "Who? Where?"

"Oh shit!" Colin grimaced at being overheard by his rather prudish wife. "Over there, in the pink shirt... he's called Phil but he's not really a pornographer, but according to Clive takes 'glamour shots' and stuff."

We all looked across the garden to see a rather debonair, if chubby and balding man, whose grey hair was a little bit too long at the collar for a man his age; and on his arm was a perma-tanned woman half his age wearing a very skimpy white linen dress that emphasised her hour glass figure, and complimented her electric-pink hair.

"And you know this, how?" Carole kept digging as I handed her a glass of wine.

"You know." He suddenly became tongue-tied, "guys at the Golf Club talk... that's all."

Giggling, my other friend Josie and I wandered off leaving our bickering friends to their own devices.

This was my first real 'night out' since my husband died nearly three years ago. It was a horrid last few months, then I think I may have had a breakdown afterwards, hardly leaving the house, drinking way too much and re-starting smoking after quitting 12 years previously. My friends and 2 grown up sons tried their best, but I was a hopeless case until finally snapping out of my Funk when my youngest son announced that his girlfriend was pregnant.

At last my muddled brain felt I had something to live for; and the fight back began. It was no consolation but I was left a big sum of cash and a good pension; which meant I could now take a part-time job two days a week and spend my other days at the gym and Pilates classes in between visiting my beloved Grandson.

It must have been three months ago when Carole and Josie forced me into a 'Girls night out;' just a pizza and a couple of glasses of wine at a local Bistro; but to me it somehow felt 'wrong' ... enjoying myself. Gradually I relaxed and it became a regular Friday Night 'thing'; 5 or 6 women and absolutely no men; even though Josie and a couple of others kept telling me that 'I was still a young woman, with the world at my feet'; but I certainly wasn't looking for another man in my life or especially 'love.'

Which brings us back to Clive's birthday party.

After a couple of drinks and a chat or two with friends who subtly skirted around my loss; I was actually having a good time in mixed company, when Josie handed me another glass of wine.

"That Phil; you know ...over there... the pornographer fella?" She whispered and nodded her head in his general direction; "Is he who I think he is?"

"I don't know." I squinted at the man in the centre of a big group, "who do you think he is?"

"Think back babes, " She whispered conspiratorially, "think back ... Roxette's nightclub? You know ... our secret?"

I looked again... then my jaw fell open and I gasped.

"Oh my good God!"

"I know ... it took me a minute ... but it is him, isn't it?"

"Of course it is!" We then looked at each wide-eyed for a moment and suddenly burst out laughing, almost hysterically, even spilling some wine onto the patio.

Josie's husband Will arrived and asked 'what was going on'; but was dismissed with a wave of the hand by his mischievous wife.

I looked again; and suddenly my mind was whizzing back 30 years to when I was 19 or 20 and a fast cat who haunted the local nightclubs three or four nights a week with my group of friends; scaring the pants of any guys who dared enter our territory ... sometimes quite literally!

Phil had been a DJ at our favourite club, Roxette's and had quite the reputation as a ladies man and swordsman too. He also had a secret 'side line' that Josie and I got drawn into ... he took sexy photos and made naughty videos of girls doing stripteases and sometimes more!

It kind of started all innocently with him chatting us up and offering to take 'sexy photos' for a magazine, we knew it was bullshit but went along 'for a laugh'. The first time at his flat it was just pictures in our bra and pants and he paid us £5 each. Then in the next couple of weeks he got us to wear sexier undies ... usually stockings and suspenders; and this paid £10 (£15 when I took my bra off).

After a couple of photo sessions Phil showed us a video camera he had bought and was starting to make 'striptease videos' for a company in London,and would pay us £25. I couldn't get my clothes off quick enough at that price! We made about 5 each; dancing to pop music and taking our clothes off until we were down to our just our knickers and stockings, then whip our bra off and jiggle our big boobs and the video would fade to a close.

Easy money!

He kept asking for us to take everything off, but we always refused; or I should say, Josie did; especially when she started going out with Will; but I was having far too much fun to stop; and it didn't take long for Phil to start videoing me playing with myself and sometimes using a vibrator.

It was actually on one of those early video sessions, when I was alone wit him that he finally convinced me to take my knickers off and spread my legs for the camera. To say 'flashing my hairy gash' was exciting would be an understatement! I bloody loved it, and when he pulled his pants down and asked me to wank him off was, it too good an opportunity to miss, with him cumming all over my tits, then fingering me to orgasm. I hadn't agreed to it, but he filmed this act too.

During the next year or so I made about twenty of these videos; and ta few ended with me wanking him off (accidentally) on camera!

After one extremely sexy shoot with me using a big vibrator he told me to suck him off; I'd never done this before (it was 1982!), but it didn't take much persuading before his long cock was in my mouth and I was wanking the shaft like a crazy woman! The randy sod knew exactly what he was doing and kept tickling my very sensitive and long nipples until I was ready to cum, and without taking his long cock from my mouth, manoeuvred me until he could finger me in front of the camera, getting three fingers in as I was so excited. This was also the first time I ever orgasmed at the same time as a lover, with Phil squirting spunk all over my face just as I had a shuddering orgasm.

Soon afterwards he taught me how to 69, and while he never filmed that ... it changed my life... it was always my favourite thing to do; but getting boys to go down on me was never easy; although they always liked my skilled blow jobs.

I knew he was filming and fucking scores of other girls too; but the buzz I got was out of this world; and the raw sex afterwards was memorable too.

Back to the party.

At one stage Phil caught my eye when I was looking a him and he smiled back; which made me go weak at the knees.

A few minutes afterwards I was waiting outside the bathroom when he came up the stairs.

"Hi." He smiled that 'knicker dropping' smile. "I'm Phil." then put his hand out to greet me. I returned the greeting, and said, "You don't remember me, do you?"

"Oh my God." He sighed and smiled, "I'm sorry ... do we... did we?" And before he could finish his sentence I drunkenly butted in.

"Yes ... a couple of times, back in the day ... 'Helen'? I told him my 'stage name' Glamorous Gloria? ... I had short brown hair ... Roxette's?"

"Oh shit!" A glimmer of memory seemed to be dawning on him.

"Don't worry, I know I wasn't the only one." then chuckled as I put my hand on his arm and whispered, "I made some films and things?"

"Fucking Hell!" He grinned as he looked me up and down; "I remember... you had great tits... great BIG tits!"

"Yep," I blushed and giggled, "That was me... a very long time ago though."

"Still just as gorgeous today though." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. "and your tits look just as sexy too."

Thankfully the bathroom door opened and the spell was broken. As I was sitting on the toilet I began absent mindedly stroking my copious pubes as I peed into the bowl. What was I thinking?

Hands washed and lipstick refreshed I took a deep breath as I left the bathroom; only to find a couple of others waiting alongside Phil, who tapped me on the arm as I tried to walk past without making eye contact.

"Can I get you a drink when I'm downstairs." He smiled; but I shook my head and kept on walking. The moment was gone.

Not long afterwards Colin gathered the gang and we made our way home in a taxi, with Josie giving me a very 'quizzical' look but never actually bringing the subject back to 'our favourite pornographer'.

I was a bit woozy as I got ready for bed; obviously no longer used to that amount of alcohol; and I just couldn't get to sleep. I was quite hot and clammy... with my mind whizzing back and forth between meeting Phil again and my teenage days with him and his cameras, until mid tossing and turning I felt an uncontrollable itch between my legs.

This obviously hadn't happened in years ... lots of years; probably well over ten and possibly even longer.

With visions of my sucking Phil's long cock and 69'ing him and doing all those naughty things for him and his camera all those years ago meant I just had to finger myself. I was soon bucking up and down as I slid two fingers into my dormant fanny while rubbing my clit like crazy with the other hand until I had a mind-bending and sweaty orgasm that had me grunting like a wild animal.

I lay shaking in a drunken haze for a few minutes and decided I needed a shower to clean myself up. But ... once in the shower with the hot water beating against my 32DD boobs, I re-enacted a scene Phil had shot with me fingering myself again while I sucked my long sensitive nipples; only instead of having a vibrator I grabbed a phallic shampoo bottle and forced it deep inside my fanny while I frantically rubbed my hard clit again until I had my second shaking and satisfying orgasm in just under an hour!

What was happening to me?

What had I woken?

I finally tidied myself up and got to sleep about 3am and woke about 9.30 as my mobile phone was ringing. It was Josie, wanting a debrief on the previous night as she'd seen me 'flirting' with Phil.

I was a bit coy at first; but finally admitted to telling him who I was. My best friend was both shocked and amazed; but secretly happy that I was coming back out of my self-induced shell.

Obviously I failed to mention my hour of wild masturbation; partly because she knew nothing of the naughtiest secrets that I'd been reliving, and a girl's got to have a few secrets, doesn't she?

Over the next couple of days I had a spring in my step and a bit more self-confidence; and then on the following Wednesday when I checked my page there was a 'friend request' from Phil!

What to do? I clicked 'accept' and 5 minutes later he sent a message saying 'hi; good to see you again.' I replied and we had a chat that lasted over an hour, with me telling him I was 'no longer married' ... I don't know why I didn't say 'widow' but perhaps I didn't want to get drawn into a deep, dark conversation, as this was getting quite flirty.

Once he felt the 'coast was clear' he told me he'd found my old films and had been watching them that afternoon and had 'enjoyed himself'.

'Really?'

'Yes... damn sexy.'

'it was a long time ago'

'You still look very sexy now.'

Slightly taken aback, but not too surprised I waited to respond.

'Seriously, on Saturday you looked as sexy as I'd remembered.' he typed.

'You didn't remember me!'

'I did when you told me your name ... you were a favourite. Not just me, but you had fans. 100's of them.'

I was stunned, I had never really given any real thought to men watching them and ... well, whatever men do when watching porn.

'Want to see them?'

'I don't know.'

'Let's meet for a coffee, it will be great to catch up again. If you want to see them then great, if not it's nice coffee.'

'Maybe a coffee?' What was I thinking?

'Tomorrow morning? 11ish?'

'Where?'

'There's a lovely little cafe over the road from my house ... charming... just like me!'

'Big head!'

He then sent the address and left loads of xxxx's at the end.

My head was spinning ... this was more than a bit crazy; but what was the worst that could happen?

I dressed nice; smart trousers and a blouse with my oldest favourite heels for our meeting. Nice underwear of course, but nothing too sexy that's for sure. And I certainly didn't have any plans for those sort of shenanigans.

Phil was already there when I arrived and kissed me on both cheeks, pulling me too him as he did so... which inadvertently made my nipples immediately stand on end and poke through my thin bra.

It was evident from the way the waitresses spoke to him that he was a regular there; and one young woman in particular seemed particularly smitten with him; so I presumed at least her if not more were also notches on his bed post.

Phil was ever the gentleman; and alternated looking into my eyes with staring at my boobs as we chatted. Partly about what we were doing now, and our families and stuff, but then he finally brought the subject around to my films; which he described in intimate detail, especially the ones with me wanking and sucking his cock and then doing my first 69; which made me squirm in my chair and my nipples actually tingle with excitement.

"Stop it... you're too naughty." I giggled and tried to discretely push him away as he whispered into my ear.

"Fancy coming over to mine and see why I've been wanking myself silly all week?" He winked at the appropriate moment, realising that I couldn't sit still.

I simply nodded.

I don't know why, but I linked his arm as we walked along the street to his house. Once inside he offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted as we chatted in the kitchen, before moving into the living room.

"It's show-time!" Phil leered as I sat on the sofa and he waved a DVD in the air. Two seconds later the sound of T Rex Hot Love was filling the room, and there was the 19 year old me cavorting on the screen in a flared midi-skirt and transparent nylon blouse, which were soon dispensed with to leave me in my red underwear and suspender-belt holding up white stockings. We sat in silence as my underwear came off and I jiggled my big and firm boobs for the camera and flashed my hairy bush before it faded to a close.

Phil pressed 'pause'; "Want to see more?"

I nodded and sipped my wine.

Three more 5 minute videos followed; and all were quite similar with me quickly stripping down to my stockings and shoes then dancing to the music, shaking my boobs and running my hands through my pubes as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"More wine?" He asked at the end of the fourth film.

"Yes please." I looked at my empty glass and couldn't remember drinking it all so quickly.

"More memories?" He grinned as he handed me a full glass. I meekly nodded, silently wishing that I was all alone so I could pleasure myself, and he pressed play as he sat right next to me with our legs and arms touching.

The next video was me lying on a bed stroking my tits and between my legs, before taking my bra and panties off leaving in my black stockings and a suspender-belt ... I knew what came next; my hand went under the pillow and pulled out a vibrator which I salaciously licked before stroking my pussy with it; then of course I slid it in and fucked myself with it for 5 or 6 minutes before making myself cum by flicking my clit at the same time. Then as I lay in the afterglow Phil appeared beside me and presented his big stiffie to my face, and I gleefully began sucking it, until he spunked on my tits.

I could hardly sit still as I sipped my wine, as my pussy was now absolutely throbbing as I watched my younger self suck this man's cock until he spurted all over my tits, on film.

There were another two films like this, with me writhing on a hotel bed before sliding a vibrator into my wet pussy and fucking myself until I had a noisy orgasm; and by now Phil had gone upmarket and invested in a better camera and some professional lights; which meant every pimple and blotch was visible; and when both finished with me sucking him off and him splashing lots of lovely cum on my wobbly tits, he had even slowed the images down... and included the look of lust on my face.

As another film started Phil began to unbuckle his belt; "I don't know about you, but I need a wank!"

"What? " I gasped, "You're kidding, right?"

It was apparent that he wasn't as his trousers were now round his ankles and he was pulling his underpants down too, and when he sat back his monster sprung into life just like all those years ago.

"I'd prefer it if you did the honours sweetheart, but if not I'm going to have to do it myself!" He panted and grinned.

I playfully slapped his arm, as he wiggled it from side to side; teasing me into stroking it again after all these years. I shook my head in disbelief, but couldn't resist temptation and ran my blood red nail down the length; which made him sigh; then as I looked him in the eye, I winked then wrapped my fingers around the girth and slowly pulled up and down three or four times, making his purple cock-head poke out of the flabby foreskin, as I watched my younger self on the TV doing much the same to him 30 years ago.

While I'd pretty much been sexually satisfied for most of my married life, and I didn't want to think it; but his cock was certainly significantly longer and thicker than my husband's had ever been.

"Just like the old days?" He laughed as he put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer before sliding one hand down into the front of my blouse until he could squeeze a heaving boob while the other snaked its way upwards on top of the other one.

"Mmmmmm," I purred as he slowly caressed and squeezed my boobs and my fingers delicately ran up and down his ever stiffening cock which was sticking out from the well coiffured pubes under his tubby belly.

The sweet smelling Phil then had unfastened my bra and lifted my boobs out and was soon twiddling with my nipples, which were now poking out for the first time in years; as was my wanking a man the first time I'd done it in God knows how long ... as my late husband had never been keen.

We were now both breathing very heavily as he played with my tits and I wanked him, faster and faster while cupping and squeezing his big balls in their ever tightening sack, while watching yet other film of me masturbating very vocally on his TV. Iwas so engrossed I didn't notice him remove a hand from my swollen titty until it was on the back of my head gently pushing it downwards ... "Give it a little kiss." He urged as I froze slightly.

It was too late to stop so I let him push my head down until my lips were next to his cock; and with a cute little kiss to the tip I opened my mouth and took the pink velvet head inside and ran my tongue along his slit, then, still slowly wanking his shaft I moved my head further down until about three inches were in my mouth and I instinctively started sucking as I wanked him and dug my red nails into the folds of skin on his scrotum.

My heart was beating like a Timex watch as I sucked a cock for the first time in over twenty years ... and it was just as exciting as I remembered as I swirled my tongue around his knob while my hand pulled another inch, or more into my mouth.

Phil was now gasping and panting as I merrily sucked his fat cock and I being so out of practice I missed all of the warning signs, until he firmly pressed my head even further down onto his cock, grunted and shot a bullet of cum into my mouth.