After loosing my cherry at eighteen to a woman about eight years older than myself, I was always looking to see what was on offer from older women. For the past two years I had my looks up skirts and down tops. Working in a car repair shop, I would try to be there to open and close the car doors for the older women drivers. This gave me the opportunity to look up the legs of the ladies as they got in or out of the car, on many accusations I got that little smile as they saw me looking, and some seamed to take a bit more time to give me a better look. I think I got to see most styles of ladyâs knickers that were available, the lighter shades to see through gave the best look, as I could often see the outline of pubic hair and the shape of their cunt. The darker colours would show up the wet spot better and with some of the woman the knickers would clink to their cunts, this really got me going.
The next time that I got the chance to have an older woman was at a work Christmas party.
I had moved from my hometown to a city and got a job as a paid fire fighter, at twenty-two years of age I was one of the younger guys on station. This meant that I got a bit of ribbing from the older guys, and I was told to watch out for a firemanâs wife Mandy (not her true name) as she would eat me up and spit out the big bits. The stories about Mandy always got me going. Mandy was about thirty-eight years old and had two children, but had the body and looks of a much younger woman.
The work party was held on station, with a light meal, drinks and lots of dancing.
In one of the dancers you kept changing partners. When Mandy came around as my partner, she was wearing a tight top and very short skirt, as we danced she had this knack of being able to rub her tits up against my arm or crush them into my chest. I was in heaven and hoped the music didnât stop too soon, when the music did stop, I was left with half a hard on and a new partner.
As the music went on Mandy kept getting closer with ever change of partners, I just hoped the music went long enough for us to get together again. My wish came true as Mandy stepped into me she crushed her tits against my chest and rubbed her cunt on my leg.
It had to happen, I got the biggest hard on I had had in a long time, as we danced Mandy moved us into the middle of the circle and she moved around to face me straight on. All I thought was she is going to feel my hard on and what was I going to do to try and hide it.
Mandy moved in and crushed her tits into my chest and her cunt against my hard on, she looked me in the eye and said that old saying, âWell arenât you the big boy thenâ all this did was make me grow bigger. When the music stopped playing, Mandy said she needed to get a drink, as we walked up to the bar I could see Mandyâs nipples were poking through her top, as I was looking she said, âI look a little like you but not as bigâ.
I let Mandy up to the bar first and I stood behind her, the bar was busy and as we waited Mandy put her hand around and grabbed my hard on through my pants, all I could think of was who could see and glade that the lighting was low. The feeling was great Mandy gently rubbed as I stood behind her, I moved my hand to the hem of her skirt, and slid it up to her knickers. Her crutch was so wet and as I pushed my thumb into the crack of her cunt she wriggled it onto my thumb.
We got our drinks and Mandy said, âletâs go outside into the fresh air to have our drinks â.
Outside Mandy and I drank our drinks, making small talk as we walked around the gardens. Walking around the gardens we came across a bench, so sat down for a rest, as Mandy sat down her short skirt rose up showing of her lovely legs.