Based on a true story about a woman I met during my real life job and the events that occurred during a real life evening.
I was now 32 years old and manager of a holiday park. One particular afternoon I met a woman called Liz who was 52 yet very young at heart. She liked to drink bourbon and smoke pot and it wasn't long before she was offering me home-cooked meals. The meals and texts continued to flow the coming weekends until I decided to invite her around for a drink one night.
It was about midnight and I'd already had a fair few. I probably wouldn't be texting her if I hadn't but it had between a while between drinks. (No pun intended.)
Liz wasn't what I would call "pretty" but she was far from ugly. I would describe Liz as a bit of a plane jane. She had slightly longer than shoulder-length light brown hair with a pale complexion and a slim body, not to mention a very playful demeanour and was very easygoing. I loved the way she called me 'babe' from the second day we met.
Since she was travelling in her expensive caravan. I told her to bring a towel with her as I knew she'd appreciate a nice long, hot shower in a decent-sized bathroom.
Liz packed her towel bathroom and headed off in a dark blue bathrobe, beneath were the laciest and skimpiest set of black lingerie she owned. Liz hasn't given birth or even been married, much to my surprise. Her snatch was still as tight as an 18-year-old's and her skin was delicate and free of any blemish.
As I listened from behind the wall, Liz was squealing with delight in the shower, such was her admiration for unlimited hot water and a sense of freedom not being confined like the caravan bathroom. Also the possibility of knowing her hard work had paid off and she'd finally coerced the sexy young caretaker she admired into having drinks with her and the possibility of going to bed.
Liz was jumping for Joy. As the hot water cascaded down her back, she ran her fingers over her tight snatch and thought about riding my hard young pole and kissing every inch of my body.
About 15 minutes went by when Liz returned from the shower in her bathrobe and lingerie and made her way to the couch, her hair smelling like conditioner, fresh and clean. She began brushing her hair when I couldn't help but resist and asked her to brush mine as well.
I had beyond shoulder-length dark brown hair that was quite thick. Liz ran the brush through my hair and commented "Boys just want to be pampered and mothered!" To which I responded "You can be my mommy." I felt that Liz had a fetish for younger men and playing the mother role and I would later find out this was to be the case.
As she was brushing my hair, Liz began massaging my scalp and commented how it feels like "head sex" and by doing so, ever so slowly increased the flirtation and comfortability of the situation.
