I don't know when my interest in older women started, but I do remember when it was confirmed to me that they are definitely better than their often needy younger counterparts.
It was about 10 years ago and I had just been posted to the transport section of an Air Force camp near to where I lived in the east of England directly from my training. At 21, having a job that taught me about all types of vehicles, and got me through my driving test was just brilliant. But the thing that put the icing on the cake was a woman who worked in one of the offices. Her name was Susan. She was, I was told nearly 40, but she looked more 30, but the one thing everyone noticed was here size. She was a big girl, at least 6 foot and did not wear heels, and I'm 6'3". Broad hips, a few extra pounds, but these put all the curves in the right places. What made almost all of the blokes at work take notice of were her tits. They were big, not ridiculously like some of the ones you see on porno sites, but these just stuck out and bounced and wobbled as she walked. She always wore trousers, I never saw her in a skirt or dress, with a blouse, usually white and often quite sheer. The blouse was always tight across her chest making the gap between the buttons gape giving the quick glimpse of the delights underneath. Her choice of blouse meant that her usually pure white bra was visible through the material, a sight I never grow tired of, showing large areas of pure white lycra and lace tops which came hallway up her tits at the front. Most of the blokes tried to get a glimpse of what was underneath, just happening to be near her desk when she bent over to get stuff from her desk drawers. This quickly became a game to see who could get the best look, a bit childish, but fun anyway. One of the drivers reckoned he had managed to get into her top at some point, but the rest of us figured he was just full of bullshit.
Susan was married to one of the servicemen on another section and had two kids and lived on camp so she didn't have to drive home, this meant she was a regular at social functions in the section bar. Every section on camp had its own bar for general functions, leaving do's and the usual Thursday night beer call, and it was at one of these my dreams came true.
I can't remember what the beer call was for but the bar was full of people. I had bagged my usual seat at the bar, mainly so I could get a drink easier, but also it gave a me a good view of where Susan was sitting, just to my right and in the soft seats so I had a good view down her blouse, a bit pervy I know but it was making me happy.
As the drinks flowed and people got steadily drunk, the silly games started, and someone threw a peanut which landed on the chest of one of the other girls, well this started off a hail of peanuts, all aimed at the chests of all the girls, and Susan seemed to be getting the majority. She opened the upper button on her blouse and was trying to fish out the nuts, this gave me a beautiful view of her cleavage and the lace on the top of her bra. I don't know why she bothered, because as soon as she took one out, it got replaced by two others, but she was too busy laughing to notice my attentions. Finally everyone got tired of this game and went back to the usual noisy talk. I was just sat staring down Susan's blouse, I have no idea if anyone noticed, but I didn't care anyway.
After a few minutes the beer started to have its effect, I was starting to feel rather pissed and I needed the toilet so off I went. As I was returning, I bumped into Susan in the corridor.
"Managed to get rid of all the peanuts yet" I said, staring at her chest.
"I think there are still a couple stuck down there, so I'm going to the loo to get rid of them" she said. As she said this she opened the top of her blouse and stuck a finger down between the big soft curves of her cleavage, and managed to find one nut, which she threw to the side. At this my brain just seemed to go click, and the only thing in my entire world was to get my hands on those lovely tits, I had no thought of consequences, or even how I was going to do it, I just had to get my hands on them.
I suddenly realised there was one of the offices behind her, and hopefully the door would be open. So I suddenly grabbed both of her arms above the elbow and pushed her backwards. Being unsteady on her feet as well, we both almost fell through the opening door. I quickly realised which office we were now in, and closing the door with my foot, I steered her to the right behind the filing cabinets that obstructed the windows onto the corridor and then up against the end wall and the notice board mounted on it.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she shouted.
I was too focused on what I wanted to answer, but then she started to push back against me. God I didn't realise how strong she was, it took all my effort to keep her pinned to the wall. "You are going to be in so much trouble if you don't let me go" she said. "Well I'd better keep you here then" I said.
"What are you after, don't think your going to try and fuck me here. I'll scream the building down and then you'll be in the shit" she said. "All I want is to see those big tits of yours" I replied. "Oh for god's sake is that all you blokes can think of, Tits" she said.
"Just yours" I replied as I took my right hand off her arm, a bad move because a soon as her arm was free she slapped me across the head making my ears ring.
By now the my adrenaline was up and ignoring the slaps, I placed my hand flat against her upper chest, just below her neck, then slowly moved my hand diagonally down towards her heaving chest. First my hand went under her blouse, then I felt the tight bra strap against my fingers. Slipping them under the strap I slowly moved lower, starting to feel the rising mounds of her breast.
"Get off me you bastard" she shouted down my ear, "you're not getting anywhere near them."
Too late, my fingers were already slipping into the side of the cup. I could feel smooth, warm soft skin against my hand, her breathing was squeezing my hand between her tit and the bra.
Then I reached the limit of movement, her blouse was getting in the way. Releasing my left hand I fumbled with the first button but then got more adept and in no time had her blouse fully undone, pulling it out of the waistband of her trousers. I was greeted with the most beautiful sight, a bright white bra, with tight lycra cups topped with lace surrounding her large tits.