I have, as long as I can remember, have had a fantasy about being with an older woman. I don't know when or how it started, but it was fueled even more by something that happened between my Aunt and I. (This is not a story about that encounter. See my other story, "In Memory of Aunt Lisa".)
The woman that I had married confessed to me that she lost her virginity to a married man that she babysat for. He was 15 years older than her. They had a two-year long affair of which she broke off after she met me.
When I married her, I thought I would have an endless, sex filled marriage, but instead, she had hang ups about her affair with him and they caused her to be less than interested in sex. The lack of sex with her and the images of her being with the older man in my head, caused me to have endless fantasies about being with an older woman.
I was 47 years old when my fantasy finally came true.
I work at a manufacturing company. There is always a large turnaround of people working there sent from a Temporary Agency. Mary Beth was one of the ones assigned from the agency. She was attractive, tiny, less than 5' tall and around 100lbs. I couldn't tell her age, I just knew she was older than me. If I were to guess, I would have guessed she was in her early 50's. She seemed quiet and kept to herself mostly. If I were to compare her to a Celebrity, I would say she had the looks and innocence of Mary Ann from
Gilligan's Island
. Her voice even sounded like hers.
I worked in the maintenance department, so I would on occasion have to work on machines operating in her area. On one occasion, I dropped a bolt on the floor and it rolled under her chair.
I got down on the floor to retrieve it and to my surprise, she spun her chair around, opened her legs slightly, and said, "While you're down there ......".
It caught me off guard, but my reply was, "It would be my pleasure."
We both laughed and I finished working on the machine and she went back to work. Before I left though, I checked out her hand to see if she was wearing a wedding band. She was.
A few months went by. We would talk a little. I said something one time, I can't remember what it was, but her reply to it was, "You remind me of my husband." I asked her if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She said that it was a good thing.
Valentine's Day that year was on a Saturday. Saturday's were optional days to work and not many people would work them. I stopped at a grocery store and bought some heart shaped cookies to give to the ladies at work. Mary Beth was the only lady that came in to work that day. She was working all by herself in a distant part of the building. I took a couple of cookies to her and wished her a Happy Valentine's Day. She took the cookies and held them and looked at them for the longest time.
She looked at me, kind of sorrowful, and said, "Thank you. This will probably be the only Valentine I will get."
I replied, "Oh, I bet your husband will just spoil the heck out of you today."
Her reply to that shocked me. She said, "Oh, my husband died."
I apologized. I felt like a fool, but she had always talked about him in the present tense. She told me that it wasn't necessary for me to apologize because I didn't know that her husband had passed away.
We began talking more and more after that day. She would always find me before our shift started to tell me good morning. As the weeks passed, she told me about her first husband. He was an alcoholic and he abused her mentally and emotionally. She divorced him and remarried. She told me how wonderful her second husband was. They did everything together. They were inseparable. They were together ten years. She had lost him to cancer.
We talked some about my life. Mary Beth could tell that things were not all roses and daffodils in my marriage. She asked me if I would ever cheat on my wife. I told her that I did, once. My wife found out about it. She was hurt and angry for a while but wanted to stay together "for the children".
A few weeks later, Mary Beth mentioned to me that she had to make an appointment to take her car to a garage to have a headlight replaced. I told her she didn't have to take it to a garage and pay labor for a fifteen-minute job. I offered to change the light for her. We agreed to meet at a nearby auto parts store after work and I would change the light in the parking lot.
The day that began our affair!!!!
I borrowed some tools from work and we met at the auto parts store. We went inside and bought the head light. We returned to the parking lot and I proceeded to remove her old head light. I opened the tail gate on my truck and told her she could sit on it. She was too short to hop up on to it, so I gave her a little boost.
Mary Beth said, "Thank you, Kind Sir. You're such a gentleman. You remind me so much of my Johnny." (Johnny was her deceased husband's name and also my name.) "That must be why your name is Johnny."
There was a fast food restaurant next to the auto parts store. Mary Beth asked me if wanted something to eat. She offered to walk over and get something. I declined. She then suggested she get us a cup of coffee or iced tea or something. I told her that an iced tea sounded good. I reached for my wallet, but she insisted on paying.
She hopped down from the tail gate and reached inside her car window to get her wallet. I couldn't help but notice how sexy her little butt looked as she bent over through the window. (some gentlemen I was) She had taken some money out her wallet and tossed the wallet on to her front seat.
She asked me how I liked my iced tea.
I told her, "With two sugars."
She stood close to me and put one hand on my chest and the other on my face and said, "Somebody as sweet as you shouldn't need two sugars in their tea."
(A little side note here. I am only 5'4" tall. There are not too many women that I know that are shorter than me. Recall that Mary Beth was less than 5' tall. When she was standing in front of me looking up into my eyes, I can't explain the feeling that I had. It was such a wonderful feeling. Maybe tall men know it. It wasn't a sense of dominance or control. Was it a sense of being adored? I can't explain it so I won't try. I just know it was a good feeling.)
I finished installing the head light and went to the dash to turn on the switch to test it. I noticed her wallet laying on the seat. Her drivers license was showing. I couldn't resist checking it to see what her birth date was. She was 60 years old at the time. 13 years older than me.
She returned with the iced teas. We sat on the tail gate and enjoyed the warm sun and each other's company. Afterwards she got in to her car to go home.
Once in the car, she reached for her wallet. She asked me how much she owed me for changing her head light. I told her she didn't owe me anything.
"I have to give you something.", she protested.
I replied, "Well, if you insist, a kiss will do."
She reached her hand out the window, tugged my shirt gently to pull me closer to her. I turned my cheek to her to accept the kiss but she turned my face towards her and kissed me longingly on my mouth. I spontaneously responded by kissing back, gently sliding my tongue deep in to her mouth.
We kissed like that for a few seconds. When we finally broke off our kiss, she commented, "My! What a kisser!!! Ya' know what? I have some place else you could put that tongue.... but then again, you're probably one of those guys that like to be gone down on but don't like to return the favor."