It was in Phoenix, Arizona that I, as a young man just 24 years old, first experienced the delights of an older woman.
Two colleagues, Henry and Graham, and I had travelled there to visit a data processing company. We had spent the day at the company and, at the end of a hot and dusty time, were now relaxing in the bar at the hotel. We were discussing the day's events and what we would be doing next.
"Those are interesting accents. Where do you guys come from?"
I turned round to see an attractive woman sitting at the bar - smartly dressed, confident and poised. She looked to be in her late 40s early 50s.
"We're from London," I replied, "and you?"
"I'm from New York. I'm here on business with a colleague. Oh, here she is now."
A young woman walked up to the bar and kissed her on the cheek, then turned to us and introduced herself:
"Hello, I'm Jennifer."
"Hello," I replied, "I'm Alan and these are my fellow travellers. This is Henry and this is Graham."
"Pleased to meet you both," she said.
"And I'm Joy," said her older colleague.
Well, now that the introductions were over, I suggested that we sit down rather than stand around at the bar. So we moved over to a table. A waitress arrived and took our orders - mine was red wine, Henry and Graham both had a beer, and the two women had Martinis.
We talked about all manner of things - what we did, our families, politics, interests, and being away from home. Jennifer was a junior sales assistant and Joy was her boss - a sales manager. They both worked out of an office in New York and were staying here in the same hotel as us.
Henry and Graham were both clearly interested in Jennifer and were vying with each other in trying to impress her. She was enjoying their attentiveness and became quite animated in her conversation with them, so I gave all of my attention to Joy.
She turned out to be a really fun and interesting person. She had a sharp mind, an excellent general knowledge, a good sense of humour, and enjoyed being provocative.
After a while I suggested we all have dinner together, which everyone thought was a good idea. We ate in the hotel restaurant, which wasn't bad, and then came back to the bar lounge for after-dinner drinks.
By now we were all much more relaxed with the alcohol, and the conversation became more risqué, as it tends to do when alcohol lessens inhibitions. Graham seemed to have won the battle as he and Jennifer were becoming quite tactile and next thing were kissing.
"Hmm," I said to Joy, "it looks like those two might be disappearing soon."
"Yes it does," she replied, "but then they are young and free spirits."
"Oh come on, Joy," I responded, "you're not old. And you're damn good looking."
She smiled.
"I'm 55. Not so young. But it's very sweet of you to say that."
Then she took my hand in hers and stroked my fingers.
"You have beautiful hands," she said, "Broad and masculine with long, sensitive fingers."
Her touch was electric. I felt a surge go through me and my cock jerked. I was also extremely flattered that this attractive, experienced woman was complimenting me. I looked at her face. She had the gorgeous eyes - pale green with a dark ring around her irises.
"You have the most alluring eyes that I've ever seen," I said, "they are so bright yet full of depth and promise. What thoughts do they hide?"
She laughed. "If I told you that, you might get scared."
"Try me."
"All right then. I think I'd like you to come upstairs with me....."
"Oh Joy, I can't think of anything that I'd like more than that."
I stood up and took her hand, gently pulling her up. She stood facing me and traced a finger across my lips. My heart pounded.
I looked at Graham and Jennifer, but they were so involved with each other that they hardly noticed us. Henry seemed to have left.
"Good night, Jen," Joy said, "I'll see you in the morning."
And so we left, hand in hand.
Joy was on the 3rd floor, quite close to my room. She opened her door and led the way in. I followed and, as soon as the door shut, drew her to me and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back softly, parting her lips slightly. I sucked her lower lip. She broke away and told me to get comfortable while she used the bathroom.
I took off my jacket and looked around the room. It was like mine, quite big with a desk and chair, two comfy armchairs, and a double bed.
She arrived back in a bathrobe, came towards me and touched my chest, her fingers rubbing my nipples through my shirt. I held her head in my hands and kissed her, then gently pushed back the top of her robe, revealing her shoulders.
"Gently" she said "there's no rush. Go slowly."
Then she unbuttoned the top of my shirt and pushed it back before running her hands over my shoulders and feeling the muscles in my back. She leaned in and licked my lips before parting them with her tongue and slowly probing inside my mouth.
This woman was really turning me on. My cock felt huge and was straining against my trousers. I put my hand through the opening of her robe searching for her groin but she stopped me, holding my hand in hers.
"Sex is unlike most other things in life," she said, "It's where you start at the top and work your way to the bottom."
Then she kissed my hand and placed it on her robe over her breast, looking at me with those lovely eyes.
