I knew the minute she opened the door that this wasn't going to be any old run of the mill meeting, this was going to be something a bit more special. That suited me just fine.
My contact ad had asked for a sexy mature mistress to teach me all she knew. In return I had promised to fulfill her wickedest fantasies and be prepared to try anything that she requested as part of my education. There had been a few responses, a couple of them turned out to be timewasters and the remainder either did nothing for me or were from crazies that you wouldn't go near with a bargepole. I had nearly given up all hope on the scene when Clarissa's letter arrived.
Clarissa described herself as 49, divorced, sex mad and with a penchant for toyboys that she had not as yet fulfilled. She had read my advert, seen my photo and got so turned on that she had decided I was to be the lucky guy who would fulfill her own fantasy while benefitting from her wide sexual experience. She had included a Polaroid of herself too, spreadeagled in an armchair wearing only black stockings, pink suspenders and a smile. God she looked good, she had a full, womanly figure that many women approaching 50 had, the kind that really turned me on, with auburn hair and a look of experience that suggested at last I had found what I had been looking for for so long. She didn't stress in her letter what she had in mind for us but just that if I did get in touch it would be an experience I would never forget.
That clinched it, my reply was sent by return of post and within a couple of days she called me to invite me down to her place. She even sounded sexy over the phone and I told her so. "Well just wait till you get here" she said "I'll show you what sexy really means." I asked if I needed to take anything with me but she said just myself and plenty of stamina. That sounded good enough to me, we arranged for me to visit the following weekend. I must have had a wood on for the best part of the following week in anticipation of what may be to come and it was all I could do to not embarrass myself at work. But at last Friday arrived and I knocked off early having showered and got my things ready first thing and set off on the 100 mile or so journey to Clarissa's. I called her on the way to tell her I would be there soon, "Good, I'm waiting for you" was her reply. I put down the phone and wasted no time whatsoever in covering the remainder of the journey to her house.
I got to her place late afternoon. Judging by the neighbourhood she'd done well by the divorce, her place was a smart detached house in a private close. I parked on her drive, got out and rang the bell, my mouth dry with anticipation. She opened the door, dressed in a see through black housecoat and black satin negligee underneath, "Hello, I'm Clarissa, come in" she said in that voice which sounded so sexy over the phone, in person she more than matched her voice.
"I'll just get my thing's from the car" I said, "Don't worry you won't be needing anything" she replied. Quickly forgetting my belongings I stepped inside. She closed the door behind me, took me by the hand and led me through to the large, tastefully decorated lounge. I eyed her up and down as I followed her through, her lovely rounded figure already beginning to turn me on. I knew already that I'd made the right decision. Stopping by the fireplace she turned to me and entwined her arms around my neck. "Well I prefer the real thing even more than your photo," she commented "I can't wait to see what's underneath." We kissed, a hot long passionate kiss, our wet tongues coiling around each other. I ran my hands down her sides as we did so, clasped them round the small of her back and pulled her to me tightly. Our bodies squeezed against each other as we kissed and my dick lurched in my pants as she rubbed herself up against me. She must have felt this and began to giggle, "At least know I can still turn somebody on" she said. "You're not kidding, you look fantastic" I replied. "Oh I'm being very rude, I haven't even offered you a drink, can I get you something?"
"Vodka and lime would be great"
"Coming up."
I watched her as she poured us both a drink, still more than pleased with my decision. She handed me my drink and we sat down on the settee. "So, why was it my advert you replied to?" I asked sipping at my vodka. "As I said in my letter, I've wanted to try a younger man for a while and after seeing your ad and especially your body in the photo I thought, Oh why the hell not, what have I got to lose. And so far I only seem to have gained. What about you, why did you choose me, you must have had quite a few replies?"