I guess I am not your average 22-year-old man when it comes to women. From puberty I had the same fascination with the female form that my friend did, but my tastes always tended towards a maturer woman. While all my friends lusted after young pop stars such as Britney Speirs in her school uniform I was more attracted to Monica Bellucci who made the cinema uncomfortably hot for me in the 2nd and 3rd parts of the matrix trilogy. Similarly when my friends started getting interested in the other schoolgirls in our class I was fixated on the female teachers. Don't get me wrong I had my share of girlfriends through school and college, and enjoyed myself like every guy did, but my love of older women persisted throughout, and I never ended up in a serious relationship. I kept my desires to myself, scared I would be ridiculed by my friends, but they seemed to get more intense with time.
It wasn't as if I was lusting after old women in their seventies, but neither was I into pretty young teenagers. I especially liked busty dark haired women, (hence my Bellucci fascination). My preferred age range was 35 to 50, mainly due my other fetish of impregnating an older woman later on in her life, after she thought her child bearing days were well behind her. There was something very taboo and naughty about this that I found unbelievably exciting. The thought of an older woman, who really should know better, allowing herself to be knocked up by a young stud like me was something I often dreamed about while masturbating. I liked to imagine what her friends and family would say as her big, mature breasts filled up with milk and her belly swelled with the baby of a man half her age. Little was I to know what an impact this fetish would have on my future.
I left college two years ago as a qualified computer technician and quickly found work in my local area servicing and repairing machines. Much of my work was with the retail sector, and I found myself working for a chain of small travel agent shops installing a new computer system. It was in one of these shops that I met Mrs Maxine Dixon. Maxine was the manager of that particular travel agents shop and as such was the person I dealt with most when working out what type of system would suit them best. That suited me fine, as she was one of the best looking women I had ever seen. At 44 she was the perfect age. She had fashionably cut shoulder length black hair she generally wore up on top of her head, a very pretty face and a seductive smile. She wore small black reading glasses, usually down her nose, which gave her the "sexy schoolteacher" look that I love. Her body was also gorgeous. She stood about 5'8" and though she carried a bit of weight it was perfectly distributed on her sexy frame the majority of it on her very ample chest. She wore the same smart uniform as the other girls, a simple knee length black skirt, black tights and a light blue sleeveless blouse, and though it was not supposed to be sexy, when Maxine wore it the uniform looked great. She was very friendly towards both the customers and staff, with a good sense of humour and a very suggestive, flirty voice that was very appealing. From the first time I met her I was enchanted, and was glad the computer install would take several weeks, giving me plenty of time with this gorgeous creature.
I made it my mission to find out more about her, and managed to glean a fair bit of info from the other girls without making my interest too obvious. I discovered that she had married very young at 18, and quickly had two sons who were now about my age. However tragedy had struck when her husband had been killed in a car accident, leaving her to bring up her sons alone. This she had done very well. Both now had good jobs and had left home leaving Maxine alone again. The other girls said that even though she had dated a few men over the last few years there had never been anything serious, and she seemed quite content by herself. I found it tragic that such a lovely woman was by herself, and wished I could do something about it. However I didn't believe I had any chance with her considering the twenty two-year age gap.
From the moment I met her I was attracted to Maxine. I would sneak glances at her legs and ass in her tight skirt, and stare intently at her blouse in an attempt to see the outline of her bra while her back was turned. However over the next few weeks the attraction turned into something closer to an obsession. It all started when I was installing the main computer server though the back of the shop, a few days after starting the job. Maxine was through the front with the two other girls Donna and Louise, and they all seemed to forget I was there even though I could hear what was going on out the front quite clearly. When the shop had a quiet spell in the afternoon the women started talking about clothes (a woman's favourite subject?). Donna brought out a flimsy low cut halter top she had bought that day.
"What do you think of this ladies?" She asked her colleagues, "I have bought this top for a night out with my boyfriend Mark next weekend. I reckon he will like it a lot. It should make the most of my little B cup tits. On fact I am thinking of not bothering with a bra, as the straps would be too noticeable with a top like this. I am sure Mark will appreciate that!"
At the mention of bras my ears pricked up and I started listening more closely.
"That top looks great Donna," Louise said. "I have one a bit like that. I always go braless when I wear it as well. One of the main advantages of having small tits is that I don't need much support and can get away without a bra when I am out. My boyfriend loves it as well. Men are so fixated with tits, even mine which aren't much bigger than yours Donna. Maxine, you must have got a fair bit of male attention over the years, being so well endowed?" she said to her manager.
Maxine laughed that husky, sexy laugh of hers.
"I tell you girls, big boobs are sometimes not all they are cracked up to be. For a start there is no chance I could go out without a bra wearing any kind of top, much less one like that. I need so much more support than you do for your pert little tits. Big boobs do get you a lot of attention and you would think they would be a huge asset during sex, but believe me they can be a liability when it comes to your own pleasure. Men become transfixed with them and don't give enough attention to more important areas further down the body. As much as I like having my tits rubbed and sucked I am not going to get off on it. My husband was terrible for that when we first started having sex. In those days he always ended up cumming all over my boobs before he got anywhere near my pussy, leaving me frustrated. If things had gone on like that I doubt I would ever have got pregnant, but he got a lot better with experience." He voice was tinged with sadness as she said this and I could tell she still missed her husband terribly, even 20 years after his death.
"Any way girls," Maxine continued "Those days are long gone but I still have to carry these heavy things about with me wherever I go. I have to do exercises every day to keep the muscles of my chest and back in shape. This prevents back pain, and also helps with the dreaded sag and droop that comes with age. I have done the exercises every day since I was 15 years old. My tits don't sag too much for their size, especially considering I have had two children and will be 45 this year, but it is still a pain having to get up early every day to exercise. Also getting clothes that fit me can be a bit of a challenge, especially nice looking underwear. Most shops only stock bras up to a D or DD cup and I am a 40 F cup so it can be pretty difficult. A completely natural 40F I hasten to add, I don't have such big boobs through choice!"
"Wow, an F cup!" Donna exclaimed, "I didn't know you were that Maxine. I mean you do look big but not THAT big."
