All my adult life, ever since I used to fantasise about my school teachers, I wondered just how hot it would be to bed an older woman.
Can anyone blame me? A confident older woman can be sexier than a girl of eighteen and I'm not talking about celebrities here, although there are plenty of prime examples. Older women have been there and done that; even what they might lack in looks, they can most definitely make up for in the bedroom!
Up until my mid-twenties I'd had the occasional woman my own age but the rest were always younger; I'd always attracted younger women because of my attitude. Truth be told, I'm not the most mature person you could know but I'm friendly enough and I don't pressure women into doing anything they don't want to do.
A year ago I got to fulfil this old fantasy of bedding an older woman when I met Terri online at a social networking site. One day I came across the profile of a forty-year old divorced woman with a wicked look in her eye and a statement saying that she was looking for a toy boy to make up for her ex's lack of effort over the years...
I sent her a message asking, 'if we met at a bar, would you let me get you drunk until you fancied me?'
We started to chat a day later, a week later I had her phone number and a few hours after that we were exchanging nude photos of each other.
She'd send a picture of her tits and she had massive round tits with long pink nipples you could suck on and never be bored of. In fact she sent me just about every picture possible of every inch of her. I couldn't believe a man would walk out on this... at the time!
I sent her pictures of myself and one I included was a picture of my rock hard erection. It was only a matter of minutes after that.
We were having phone sex when she gushed and told me that she wanted to have sex with me. I must be honest, I've never cared for phone sex but I like getting a woman all worked up and dripping wet by words alone, it's good for my improvisational skills.
And so a few months later when I managed to scrape up the cash, I was on a coach headed down South to meet Terri.
I was looking over her pictures on the coach on the way down, memorising her face, wondering what conversation a man engages in when he publicly meets the woman he's travelled six hours to fuck.
Terri was just over five foot tall with short black hair, the biggest brown eyes and the look on her face in every photo told me that she'd waited years to be fucked. She had a curvaceous, voluptuous body that I was dying to devour and she knew exactly how.
We were going to meet, travel to her flat and just spend all night having sex over and over again; that was the plan but I told her I also had other plans that would have to come first.
Because I was going to make her have her first orgasm by licking her pussy and I was going to make her gush all over my mouth.
I got to Hertfordshire at seven o'clock at night and she was the first person I noticed. The bus station was empty and few people could be seen wandering about. Terri stood by the bus stop smoking a cigarette and waited for me.
As I got off, I met eyes with her and smiled, waiting to get my luggage from the driver as he searched the compartment. Terri put out her cigarette and approached.
I got my bag and met her with a hug but typical luck, worrying what to talk about all day, the first thing to come out of my mouth was my tongue and we kissed slow, long and deep in the middle of the street for five minutes before moving on.
'I don't think I'll be able to walk straight all the way to your flat,' I laughed quietly and Terri felt the bulge in my jeans. She suddenly became shocked at the size of the monster I was keeping hidden from her.
'Fuck me,' she laughed, 'I didn't know it'd be that big!'
We rushed home and locked the door behind us. My bag went on the couch, our coats went on the floor, we stood in the living room and held each other, kissing deeply again and surrendering to our excitement.
I pushed myself towards her, my hands pressed firmly on her ass and felt the sensitive jingling of nerves as my stiffening cock awoke with the feel of her body against mine.
'What shall we do first then?' she asked me, looking deep into my eyes. I melted before the sight of this mature ex-wife as she expressed her excitement with a girlish grin.
'I think we need to take these clothes off and get into bed,' I told her excitedly and she took my hand, leading me through the flat to her room.