Being a night deliver milkman has its benefits. For instance my passionate early morning entwining with Andrea, the last of my deliveries in a block of flats before I head home for a quick sleep -in before starting my day job.
It's all go and a guy has got to have his little bit of deviation especially when my partner left me for another.
Mind you the last person I would have thought of having a quick fling was a 45 year old woman but needs be and she doesn't do bad figure wise for her age and, like me she is without - without a partner that is and also, as she put it: without "IT!"
She looks good in a tight black skirt which hugs her figure and I simply love those creases across her front,. There is something about creases on a woman wearing a real nice sexy skirt for me and I just can't wait to get inside.
It all happened a month ago when she asked me in for an early morning coffee - always eager to get home after my final delivery I was reluctant but thought I'd give it a go, she seemed pleasant enough and I thought she simply wanted a bit of chat - so I was on for that but with no notion of there being anything else on offer other than coffee and biscuits.
But you know how it is, she got to telling me about her late husband and the like, and how she misses a man in bed at night.
"That all" I said with a naughty chuckle and she did not take long to respond to that with a flush on her face and a glance downwards.
"Why are you offering like?" said Andrea with a very becoming smile and then I took on what she was all about, her real motive in offering the coffee and biscuits.
Now the times I had seen her before in the corridor when doing my delivery I just thought she was an early bird and, often in her dressing gown and not looking particularly attractive, but of late she was pampering herself up, me thinking perhaps she was doing it for another guy and not, as I later found out for me!
So yes of late I was looking at her in a different light, maybe with the stance of a guy who had gone without for so long - and me thinking: maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't mind a bit of mature, although she was about twenty years my senior but what is it they say about it is not your age but the person you feel?