Growing up in the North East of Scotland, I had a fairly sheltered upbringing. The social life of the community revolved around pubs and clubs. I was not allowed into the pubs, but had to stand outside with my bag of crisps and my bottle of Coke because of the licensing laws. I was however allowed into the clubs and it was there I developed my sexual fascination for the older woman. As my parents enjoyed a game of bingo and then a dance afterwards, I was left to occupy my own time. I mostly played pool until the men came and commandeered the table. I then took an interest in the live band and I watched the dancing. As I got older the widowed and divorced women would take me as their partner for a dance as most of the men by that time of night were engaged in heavy drinking or were drunk. I enjoyed the closeness of a mature woman, their shape and form and their warmth. There is nothing finer than the pressing curves of the mature female sex as they long for close affection. The problem was, I didn't know how to handle the situation,
Enter Irene. She was my closest friend, Graham's mother. Irene was a district nurse and always wore her blue and white uniform, complemented with stockings. You can tell that I had developed a crush on Irene. My greatest opportunity to lose my cherry arose when I spend a summer holiday at their house about 5miles outside my hometown.
