Ventura owns a local sweet shop and that's how I met her. For a woman in her late forties she had style and elegance, such that I would never have imagined. She had designs on me, a guy fifteen years her junior. But it turned out who was complaining because sweet dear Ventura introduced me into a brand new erotic adventure such that I could never have imagined in a month cum Sundays.
I adored her perfume, discovered that she had struggled to keep the business going after her hubby died five years previously. But if anything, she was the sort of person not to be put down by her loss - although she said she loved him dearly.
"You get used to it, I miss him terribly of course I do but life goes on. Alex" she said to me with that very warm smile.
"It must be strange" I said: "I have never lost any one I love so far and I am still looking for the right partner."
"Well I am surprised at that, a great looker like you and a body to die for, what's wrong with the girls of today?"
It is strange how our relationship developed, Ventura and I - and when she casually asked me to drop in for a coffee on early closing day I was actually delighted to accept.
"When we spoke earlier ," Ventura confessed: "about how I miss Jack my late husband, I had to tell you, because I know you will have understood - you are that kind of guy, I miss the sexual thing terribly and, I hope you don't mind, but with everything being out and candid about how some of us older gals take to a toy boy, well that is what I'd like - and to be frank I would dearly like you to fit into that category."
I didn't't quite know if to be flattered or what, but in my heart I was delighted that she made a pass to me, I have always had a thing about older women who still manage to look good having looked after themselves, and Ventura certainly fitted that category, her tight blue jeans did her justice and often, seeing her in the shop, sometimes bending to restock shelves and the like - I felt that male thing tingle in my groin and I knew at once I could certainly go for it if I had the opportunity.
We instinctively found ourselves snuggling up on her leather bound sofa and her warmth was so wonderful, she was a woman of passion sure enough and was hungry for love and more, that was evident. When we held each other tight it was good to feel her lips press to mine in such a way that sweetly and erotically conveyed to me she wanted more, her kisses deep and exploring, so wonderful and arousing, and when I felt her hand slide down to my thigh my excitement grew tenfold and I knew I was rising big time, not having the slightest hesitation about the swelling in my jeans because I knew that is what she wanted.
Ventura whispered quietly, her voice soft and tinged with the maturity of a mature woman: "This is so wonderful, Alex, you are a wonderful warm guy and I want you."
I clasped my hands together behind her back, felt the utter warmth of her rounded firm bosom against my chest and enjoyed the pleasure she was now giving me as she continued to kiss me French style with even more passion than before.
"Alex, come into the shower with me?"
This was new, I had never had anyone ask me that before, But the idea was very exciting and stimulating, I simply assumed she wanted us to share some fun together and when she clasped my hands, and led me up the stairs to the bathroom, and I saw this walk-in shower, I was instantly full for the touch of a woman. "Let's remove our clothes, Alex - except your boxers and t-shirt that is, I have a thing about yum -yum guys in wet t-shirts and boxer shorts. And you more than fit that category!"
"How did you know I was wearing boxers?" I asked wistfully and she just smiled saying that a woman knows these things.
