You haven't lived until you have experienced the lust of an older woman! I have been particularly attracted to woman 15 to 20 years older than myself. There is a confidence that radiates from them. Even when I was 18 I found many of my girlfriend's mothers to be sexier than they were.
To my surprise now that I am in my forties I still find woman in their mid-fifties to mid sixties sexier than the woman my own age. I wonder if when I am seventy if I will seek 90 year old ladies. It is an encounter with a woman 18 years older than myself I want to tell you about.
The story starts about six years ago. I was working for a government agency and my work load was increasing. It was the old story more programs are created but staff is decreased. But, finally, the powers that be decided to hire me a half time assistant. They allowed me to choose for myself.
June was a casual friend who I had known for years and recently been let go by a large retail store. The store said it was because of job performance. The truth was she had just had her 60th birthday. Financially she would do ok without the job but she couldn't get health insurance.
As soon as I heard of her plight I called her up and invited her to come for an interview. Even my supervisor was surprised at how nice she looked. Although, later he said that there was no way he could go for a little old lady. But, I found her to be beautiful as she had blonde hair, blue eyes, weighing about 130 pounds and was 5'3" tall.
In the conservative clothes she usually wore her boobs and ass appeared to be firm. If she was sagging at all you couldn't tell it. She had 38C boobs and a 40 inch ass but her waist was still cute at 30 inches. It was her first day of work when I decided that I needed to make love with her. It couldn't be just a fuck it would have to mean something to both of us.
The first problem that would have to be overcome for both of us was fidelity to our spouses. For myself, I was able to rationalize things knowing that I would never leave my wife and even if I had an affair with June my wife would be the most important person in my life. Somehow, that made it ok to step out; sounds like a typical man, I know but June was special enough that my brain quit working right.
June would be tough to convince that it was worth it to make love with me as she didn't just dress conservatively but was conservative. I decided to test her feelings for me a little. First, I would make innocent comments complimenting her on her attire or hair style. I had to be careful so I wouldn't be accused of sexual harassment.
She responded positively but kind of aloof. I thought there might be an interest but she was not going to allow herself to cross the fidelity line. I did step it up a notch about three months after she started. When we would have to work side by side I would rest my hand on her knee. She would allow it to rest there most of the time. On the few occasions that I placed my hand on her lower thigh she would put her hand gently on mine for a few seconds and then, without a word, pull my hand off sliding a couple of inches away from me. I knew now my chances were slim and decided to lay low for awhile.
I was very glad that I hadn't pulled anything when a couple of months later her husband of 44 years passed away. She hadn't expected to be a widow at 61 and, of course, was taking it very hard. There was only one role for me to fulfill now and that was friend. For the next two years thoughts of seducing her were replaced with compassion. It wasn't until after her 63rd birthday that she decided to make a new life for herself. She was enjoying doing various projects but wouldn't date. Now that she seemed to be happy once more I started making my little comments. Her smile was brighter this time around. And, when I put my hand on her leg she would wait until it was at her upper thigh until she knocked it off.
As I don't drive I took a taxi to work and June dropped me home in the evening. I decided this was the best time to move things along as no one else could hear us and it was away from the office. So, one day I asked her, "What do you think my best physical feature is?"
"I don't know, probably your smile."
"That's not a physical feature; it is just something I do."
"Ok then. I would have to say your chest. What would you say for me?"
"You must drive guys crazy with your legs, "I lied as it was her boobs that gave me the biggest hard on. But these were baby steps and I needed to figure out a way to feel her secret skin sooner rather than later. The perfect opportunity would come the next April to push things to another level.
I offered to take her out to lunch for Secretaries Day at a very posh restaurant. I had arranged for a corner booth were we had to sit beside each other. Before we even finished looking over the menus I placed my hand on her leg, this time she made no effort to push it away even though it was near to the very top of the thigh. I gently began rubbing up and down her leg and told her, "June, you have very, very beautiful legs."
She simply thanked me and we ordered. I ordered a bottle of champagne with the sole purpose of toasting her excellent work for me as my assistant. She didn't drink very often but was clearly enjoying the wine as we had no trouble finishing off the bottle with lunch. We were by no means drunk but were just at that point were you notice the effects of the alcohol. I asked her if she would like to go bowling after lunch. She protested slightly telling me we needed to get back to the office. I won the argument.
When we got to the bowling alley we got our shoes and balls and she insisted on getting the beverages. I was a little surprised when she came back with beer. She explained, "I thought it was a rule that you have to drink beer while you bowl." The bowling was fun and I was enjoying watching her ass as she delivered the ball in front of me. After the first game I reset the scoring machine for the next game while she disappeared. I figured to use the restroom. But here she came with four bottles of beer telling me that it was happy hour so beers were two for the price of one she decided what the hell and she would get four as she was already prepared to lay out $5 anyway. Between the champagne and beer she was pretty relaxed by the end of the second beer. She wasn't worried about her score so was bowling better.
She had gotten two strikes in a row and was ready to throw again. I watched her make her approach and the bulge instantly returned to my trousers. The ball hit the pins perfectly and all ten pins crashed down in a heap. She threw her arms around me screaming like a school girl, "I did it, three strikes in a row."
"Fantastic," was all I could get out as we hugged tighter. Almost by accident our lips met. It was just a little peck. She looked deeply into my eyes and exhaled deeply as if making a decision. She pulled me tighter to her and we kissed again. This time her tongue found its way into my mouth immediately as the kiss was short but deep and soulful. In that moment all I could feel was her chest rising and falling as she breathed in and out, all I could hear was our twin heartbeats, and all I could see were her beautiful eyes. As we broke apart I swore to myself that I could feel her nipples stabbing me through her blouse. We finished that game and the last beer without any more distractions.