This is the true story of how I developed a penchant for the attractive older lady and it was such an amazing experience, it has had an important influence on my sex life ever since.
Events took place many years ago when I was in my early twenties and studying for my first degree in the beautiful, historic buildings and landscaped grounds of a University in Wales. It was summertime and the department was hosting a graduation ceremony and I was asked as a favour to look after an American friend of one of our lecturers, who herself was busy on the big day, requesting that I show this lady around the place. I thought it would be a good idea if I wore my smart grey interview suit and it was just as well, for soon I was introduced to a very smartly dressed woman in a neat little dark-green fitted linen jacket and matching pencil skirt. She said her name was Pamela and I'd say she was perhaps 60 years old, but wow did she look good for her age. She had a very pretty face with round cheek bones, largish grey eyes and cutely-tousled, shortish grey hair that Americans seem to do so well. I would say she was about average height, but with a tidy, curvy little figure.
She was immediately flirty with me, saying how smart I looked in my suit and complimenting me on my height of 6'4" and strong physique. She mentioned in her pleasant American accent how lovely it was to be escorted by such a handsome young man. I don't think I had ever met an older woman up to that time whose look and talk had my heart beating a little faster and the blood rushing a little to my nether organs that I hoped she wouldn't notice the slight bulge in my trousers from just being in her company. After I had shown her around some of the lovely old buildings and historic lecture theatres, she asked if I knew of somewhere where she could smoke a cigarette. Smoking was not allowed inside on campus and frowned-on elsewhere, so I led her around to a little hidden atrium between the buildings where I used to hang-out with a couple of student friends when they had a smoke. Fortunately, it was behind some hanging ivy, so it was a pretty secluded spot. There was an old blocked up window which had a ledge about 4 feet off the ground that as she struggled to get onto in her tight little skirt, so I did the gentlemanly thing by picking her up lightly by her waist and seating her on the ledge and then I lent against the wall opposite, as she lit her ciggie.