Twenty years ago, enrolling at University was an exercise in patience and resolve. Prior to the on-line enrolment world, you had to visit multiple offices and departments, gaining numerous approvals, permissions, stamps and franks. I remember thinking that it was probably made intentionally difficult to sift out the people who didn't have the requisite motivation or intelligence to earn a degree. However, given that this was my third year at University, I had mastered the arcane system and was therefore making steady progress. So there I was, making my way from one queue to another when a rather arresting sight hove into view. They were tight black jeans that stretched over a small and very shapely derriere. There was a white knit sleeveless top that displayed some well-formed, lightly tanned arms. There was also a fashionably tousled head of platinum blonde hair. The woman was not tall at about five foot five but, from the rear, her proportions were striking. I made a preliminary assessment that she was about my age of twenty two years old.
She abruptly turned and I was doubly surprised. Firstly, I had to add twenty years to my age assessment and secondly, I knew her. Mrs. Angela Langley was the mother of a guy who I had gone to school with when I was about ten years old. I had visited their house a half dozen times. I had always thought she was a pretty woman but now she was a simply stunning milf. She had large, widely spaced eyes that were icy blue in color. She had high, classical cheekbones and a strong but not masculine chin. If anyone else reading this is a trekie, she definitely had Janeway elements.
I introduced myself and she clearly remembered me. We made some small talk but I sensed she was mildly distressed. When I asked what was wrong she said that she was struggling with the enrolment process that I have previously described. Her confidence had been shaken to the extent that she doubted if she should be enrolling at all. I reassured her and offered to usher her through the archaic procedures. As we moved between departments and buildings we chatted about what each of us had been up to in the ten odd years since we had last seen each other. I learned she had separated from her husband of 25 years and was looking to make a fresh start and formalize her life-long fascination with physical anthropology. That's archeology to the rest of us.
I enjoyed her company over the course of the afternoon. In the beginning we were quite formal with each other but we both quickly thawed. We didn't exactly flirt but the conservation certainly became more and more intimate, for want of a better term. It was obvious that we were both taking considerable pleasure in the others company. After we had both paid our fees and hence completed our enrolment, she turned to me and gave me an enthusiastic, celebratory hug which I greatly enjoyed as it pressed her not insubstantial bosom onto my chest. I inhaled deeply her heady female aroma. It reeled my senses. We both prolonged the hug for what was an absurdly inappropriate length of time but it seemed we were both reluctant to sever the physical contact we had made.
When we finally broke the hug, it was apparent that both of us were a little self-conscious about what had just happened. You would have to be as cold as a comet not to have appreciated the sexual charge that was palpable in that embrace. I mean, I thought I actually heard a sizzling sound! We looked timidly at each, both seemingly a little shocked at the strength of the sexual attraction that we both evidently felt.
She stammered out an invitation to dinner as thanks for my help. She suggested a restaurant but I countered with a home cooked meal. The scenario I was envisaging demanded privacy. She agreed hastily which I took as a good sign. She gave me the address of her condo and we met there about 30 minutes later. She lived in a fashionable and expensive part of town.
When she opened the door we both beamed idiotically at each other. I felt like a nervous, over-eager teenager and she was behaving like a nervous, over-eager teenager. We both babbled nonsense as we struggled with the hormones coursing within us. She poured me a drink and then promptly spilled it. I hurried to help her wipe up the spillage on her kitchen floor. We were both on our knees ineffectually pawing at the wine with paper towels. We were staring at each other over a distance of about eight inches.
She had started to gently pant and it was blowing her sweet smelling breathe directly into my face. It was intoxicating. Her lower lip started to quiver and I craved to still it by sucking it into my mouth. We both started leaning in towards each other. This momentous collision seemed inevitable but she hesitated. "This is insane. I am twice your..." My lips snuffed out the last of her words. We both gave mild grunts that were as much relief as anything else. Our lips and tongues mashed energetically together in a writhing sensual dance. After satiating our initial urgent desire for intimacy we both pulled back a little, each of us breathing heavily and hoarsely. I had been inside her apartment for three minutes.
"Bedroom?" I asked as a hopeful question.
"Bedroom." she replied as a firm statement. I felt a rush of delicious anticipation. We rose together, ignoring the wine on the floor. With a coy smile she took me by the hand and led me further into the apartment and into what appeared to be her bedroom. "You get into bed. Give me a moment and I will join you." She retired into the ensuite bathroom. I felt like an eight year old on Christmas Eve. I stripped off in record time and slipped between what I later learnt were satin sheets.
Seconds passed like minutes. Maybe she has had second thoughts. Maybe the age difference had intimidated her after all. Maybe... she reentered the bedroom. The gown she was wearing was full length. She slowly moved to the edge of the bed. "Only one other man has ever seen me naked. I hope I won't disappoint you." She languidly shrugged off the filmy gown and it dropped to the floor. She was as naked as a newborn. Although the light in the room was subdued, it appeared she had the body of a twenty five year old. Give me a moment to describe the wet dream that I was viewing. Athletic but not muscular shoulders. Full breasts with small, pert nipples. (Maybe a pedant would note a modicum of sag but not I.) A conspicuously narrow waist was complemented by similarly slim hips. A puff of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Genuine blonde no less! Finely turned legs. All done out in a flawless olive skin tone which contrasted intriguingly with her blonde hair.
As if reading my mind she produced an immodest smirk and then pirouetted. There was that ass that had first seized my attention. Perfectly sized and formed. I reached out and pulled her back onto me and the bed. She let out a school girlish giggle. I enfolded her in my arms, reveling in her feel and smell. She felt small and certainly looked vulnerable. "Be gentle with me," she murmured.
I pulled her tenderly but forcefully towards me. Our lips brushed and we both inhaled the scent of the other. A small tongue tip insinuated itself between my lips and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. She jumped and then groaned and our tongues began a fevered dance.
I ran a hand down her back until I was cupping one of the fine cheeks that I had so recently admired. After a few moments of massaging each magnificent orb, I pulled her hips towards mine with a proprietary heave. She moaned and then, as she felt my hardness press against her body, her eyes flew open and a sob slipped from her lips.
"Is that you?" she gasped.
In reply I ground my erection against her again. She looked a little horrified but a few moments later she was pushing her hips back at me in a salacious manner. Her expression became impish. She had her hands around my neck and they tightened as she strained against me. After a few minutes of rather hot-blooded kissing and humping, I made a demand of her. "I want to taste you." Her look of confusion illustrated just how sexually inexperienced she was. "I want to go down on you."
Her reply was surprising and disappointing. "Oh no. We can't do that. "
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it's dirty."
I had not anticipated this attitude. "Where on Earth did you get that idea?"
She could not or would not answer me. She was obviously embarrassed. I decided to take the issue into my own hands. I slipped down the bed until my face was level with her crotch.
"Oh no. Don't do that. Please stop."
