I had always lusted after Fiona, from the time it was legal to at least. We were friends with her parents for forty years, and often holidayed with her family. She was a pretty girl, then a pretty teenager and young adult.
Blonde, fair, intelligent, she was very attractive. She became a teacher and never seemed to have a boyfriend. Then she went overseas, teaching in international schools in Asia, and travelling. When she returned, she went online seeking a partner.
She had two relationships here with divorced guys, both lasting about a year but ultimately petering out. I assumed that she explored the sexual side of herself then, aged late 30s and early 40s. And all that time, I fantasized about her. She was getting middle aged and I was entering my seventies, and probably should not have been harbouring the desires I was.
On this day in September, I thought she was overseas, when I ran across her in a local cafe. I was as surprised as she was. It had been a decade since I saw her, and she had aged. But my cock still got hard as I saw her. We were suddenly hugging, and our lips touched unexpectedly. Her mouth felt wonderful on mine, soft and yielding. The public situation meant I couldn't do much, but I hugged her to me strongly.
I whispered in her ear, "Mm, lovely lips, Fiona." She blushed but remained in my embrace.
Still hugging, we swapped information about what we were up to. She was back for a few weeks during school vacation in Asia. She was staying with her divorced brother in the unit she still owned. I suggested I pay her a visit. I could tell my voice was hoarse with lust. I proposed a time to meet at her unit, when I knew her brother would be at work. She readily agreed, and her eyes were sparkling.
When I arrived at her place, I had no idea what to wear or what to bring. In the end I brought a bottle of wine, even though we were meeting mid-morning. I wondered what she would be wearing, and whether that would give a clue as to whether she expected to be seduced there and then.
She opened the front door quickly on my ring, smiling nervously. She was wearing a top with some cleavage, the sort of top I had never seen her in, and black slacks. We sort of melted in an embrace without speaking, our lips finding each other's and our mouths opening as our tongues played. Whatever else she had learned when she dated these guys, she was now, in her early forties, a great kisser! We took our time drinking in each other's kiss. My hands were on the small of her back initially but I slipped one onto her round woman's butt and met no resistance, cupping it in my hand and pulling her groin towards mine. That led to our kisses becoming more urgent.
I slipped my hand between us to cup a tit over her thin top. She had on a low cut lacy bra, and I played over it, feeling a hard nipple in there. I left off kissing her mouth to kiss her ears and neck, and she moaned, saying my name.
I whispered in her ear "Oh god, Fiona. I've dreamt of doing this for so many years!" She stopped still, grabbed my head in her hands and looked straight at me as my hand stayed still on her breast.
She said "Really, Phil? I never knew!"
I chuckled and slipped my hand inside her top, along her cleavage, my finger touching her nipple.
"Mmm I always thought you could do with an older man, I guess."
She laughed out loud then kissed me passionately, surprising me by cupping her hand over my bulge. Cheeky girl!
"You mean you've got something I haven't experienced?" She laughed again and kissed me hard.
I spoke in her ear. "Let's go to your bedroom, Fiona."
She grabbed my hand. I had not been in her unit before, but she led me straight to her room. Very tidy, suitcase in the corner, a double bed. She ripped the covers back and started to take off her top, half-looking at me.
I said, "Wait, let me do that, honey."
She paused. I unwrapped her. First the top, then the bra. I placed them at the foot of the bed. I kissed one nipple and fondled the tit. She had quite full breasts, a decent handful or mouthful for me. Milky white, soft but still firm. Nice big pink nipples and aureoles. I sucked on one tit and she held my head on there, cooing.
Then I undid the button and zip at the back of her slacks and knelt so I could slide them down. Her hips had widened over the years and she had nut-crushing thighs now, but smooth and bare. I grabbed her lacy briefs and slid them down, revealing her shapely pink arse. I bit into it, her fleshy woman's butt, as my hand cupped her mound. She had trimmed her blonde thatch. Specially for me? I wondered.
She whimpered. "Oh Phil, you naughty boy! Come here and let me return the favour."
i stood up. She sat on the bed, naked. She turned me to face her. She lifted off my polo shirt and I pulled it over my head. I was breathing heavily. Then she surprised me by kissing and sucking on my own nipple. That sent a shiver through me. I had never experienced that. I was panting. She smiled at me as she sat on the bed, tugging me toward her, her eyes on mine.
