Thank you PaulX35.
To all the women reading this, especially the younger ones, I am a woman in my late twenties. I have been involved with a man years my senior for some time now. Mature men really know how to please a woman; their experience and knowledge of sex just can’t be compared with the 'boys'. Put simply, they know what hot sex is.
The evening was cool and still, as she waited at the bus stop. The other students in her class had caught the earlier bus. Now, if only she hadn't had to stay behind to talk to her tutor, she would have been home by now. Talk? Well, yes, her marks were down, the lessons were just so damned boring, and she preferred to be out partying. And so, she had a little talk with her tutor. The poor fellow hadn't been able to keep his eyes of her when she had leaned over his desk. Then when she had let her firm young breasts almost drop out of her blouse, he had almost choked. A smug little grin crept over her sweet lips.
That mid term paper would no longer be a problem.
A car passed by, slowing down, and one of the boys leaned out to wolf whistled at her. She smiled, she knew her skirt was way too short, and her long black boots accentuated it. She liked it. They loved it!
The bus stop was just around the corner from her college. As she stood there she received more wolf whistles, and suggestive calls. The students' cars were always old and easy to spot.
As she waited a little longer, leaning against the post, a man pulled up. His car looked very new. A very sleek and shiny, black Honda Legend.
'Wouldn't the boys I know love this car?' she mused.
He leaned out. She could now see he was an older, but still very handsome man, somewhere around forty or so, with dark hair, a beard, and incredible golden eyes.
His words were simply "You need a lift sweetheart?"
She accepted, and got in.
Looking over at him, she could see he was a fit man, no paunch there. And what strong looking hands he had, she noted. His was dressed rather conservatively, dark trousers and a plain shirt. Like something her father might wear. 'The poor fellow, his clothing probably matches his life,' she thought. 'I bet he could use a little excitement', and so she let her skirt creep up a little higher, as she lounged back in the plush leather seat.
He glanced across at her, and asked where she lived, barely taking his eyes off the road.
She gave him her address, and leaned back further, letting her legs fall open a little. Placing her hands on her knees, she then slowly rubbed them up the insides of her smooth thighs. ' Mmm... That sure feels good. Better not let my fingers slide up too far though. Are my panties damp, or I am just imagining it?' Lots of naughty thoughts began to fill her head, as they frequently did.
She glanced over at him - no reaction.
'What would it be like to fuck a man old enough to be my father?' Her pussy began to tingle at such a naughty thought, as she stifled a giggle.
"It's so hot today isn't it?" she said, smiling as she undid the top buttons of her blouse to reveal part of her lacy bra and breasts, then turning to him and fanning herself. Still no reaction.
Damn it! 'What is wrong with this man', she thought, pouting and then thinking back to the boys who had driven past earlier. 'Any one of them would certainly have shown more than a little interested by now.'
Sighing, she stared out the window, but the surroundings were unfamiliar.
