The long hot sweltering summer of 1976 in England saw reservoirs dry up, the tarmac on the roads to bubble up, swarms of insects and restrictions on water usage...against this backdrop I had my 18th birthday and I lost my cherry to a stunning mature housewife through a series of steamy encounters, where she taught me what a woman is really like to
My family had moved to the other side of town and I'd lost contact with my old friends, so i'd taken to cycling my chopper bike around the new neighbourhood exploring and looking for new friends to hang out with.
One day I turned down a narrow lane which eventually came to a dead end and the entrance to a wood...it was July and the leaves on the trees were full and the broad oaks and birches provided a welcoming cool canopy under which I strolled.
After a short time I found a path which lead into thick ferns, which reached up to my waist, I trod my way through until it came to a stream, now reduced to only a few inches of water due to the heatwave. As I looked around for the path on the other side I noticed a rope swing hanging from a branch, I couldn't resist and grabbed the rope and flung myself over the hollow, as I swung out over the dip, I felt the tension release and the rope snapped sending me hurtling down into the ferns....I must have dropped a good 15 feet and landed awkwardly in the ferns with a thud. Thankfully, I was still conscious. Just a bit bruised and battered I scrambled back up the bank and brushed myself down. At some point in the fall I had caught myself on a branch and it had torn a hole in my jeans and cut my thigh with blood starting to soak through the denim.
Cursing my misfortune, I turned to make my way back the way I had come, when I heard a voice. 'Are you ok, I saw you fall - it looked quite bad?' I turned around to see a woman with a small dog standing on the other side of the hollow. 'Er yes, I think so, thanks anyway.' I answered. Feeling a bit stupid that not only had she seen me fall, but also that she was a very attractive women just added to the embarrassment. I might have been 18 but I was very shy and quite awkward around the opposite sex, never mind an attractive older woman,
As I made my way back through the maze of paths I noticed her walking along a parallel path to me which, she kept disappearing behind the thick leaf cover, but eventually our paths crossed. I'd already planned to keep my head down and just hope she didn't speak again, but as we approached, she looked down at my ripped jeans, 'That looks nasty, you are bleeding,' and pointing behind me said, 'I only live over there at the edge of the wood, let's get it cleaned up, you don't want to risk it getting infected.'
"It's ok, I can sort it when I get home thanks" I uttered, really wishing this wasn't happening;
'Don't be silly, it will take a minute to get to my house, c'mon I won't bite!'
A part of me really wanted to go with her because as embarrassed as I was at the whole situation, she was quite stunning mid 40s - slim, tallish with brunette shoulder length hair. wearing tight flared blue jeans, a tight white cotton t-shirt which covered smallish pert breasts, but allowed some very large aeriolas to show through.
I hadn't had much experience with the opposite sex, in fact other than a couple of 'dates' which culminated with a little french kissing and a fumbled squeezing of a teenage breast, that was my total sexual experiences. I had found a pornographic magazine in the bushes in the local park and this had become my main source of information and stimulation. I spent hours reading the erotic stories and wanking over the photos. I'd already realised that I was attracted to older women and I loved the photos of the older ladies and fantasised about several of our neighbours...but that was my limits.
'Err ok if you are sure, I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble.'
'Don't be silly, as I said, I only live just over there, it will take a minute and we can get you checked out and if needed I'll run you to the hospital - it might need stitches.'
We walked a short distance to the edge of the wood, her little black poodle scampering alongside trying to get me to throw it's stick.
As she said we soon reached a gate which lead into a well manicured lawned garden. Her house was a large 1950s style detached building with huge glass windows and sloping roofs. A very desirable property!
She lead me into a spacious kitchen and pointed to a kitchen stool.
"Sit yourself there whilst I sort the dog out, back in two ticks'.
She returned within seconds
"Would you like a drink, it's a hot one today?' She held out a can of coke.
'Thanks, yes it's boiling.' I opened the can and took a huge nervous swig, nearly making myself sneeze with the bubbles.
'Right, let's get that leg looked at,' and pointing at a nearby door, ' if you go into the downstairs bathroom you can take those jeans off and there are some large towels to wrap around you, then I'll check it doesn't need a trip to the hospital and if not clean it up for you.'
Panic set in, the thought of having to take my jeans off in front of anyone was bad enough, but a female, an attractive older female, and even with a towel for my dignity, was making think about excusing myself...but I didn't, a part of me was wanting to just let her do what she wanted, or was it all in my teenage imagination and she was just being really helpful. I headed to the bathroom confused.
Once in the bathroom, I removed my jeans and found a towel which was large enough to wrap around my waist and went down as far as my knees. The cut didn't look too bad, More a deep graze which was bleeding a little. I took a deep breath and went back into the kitchen.
April was standing waiting she had already found some ointment and cotton wool. "That's better, hop on to this stool and I'll take a look." I dutifully perched on the wooden stool while she crouched down in front of me and lifted the towel to reveal the graze. 'Hmm, it looks like it needs a clean up and disinfecting...this should do the job.' She slowly and carefully wiped the cut with the cotton wool, dabbing the ointment to keep it moist.
