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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

In the late 80s I lived in a small village with my parents, and attended college in a nearby town.

I knew most people in the village but at the top end of the village there was a large former farmhouse.

The couple that lived there kept themselves to themselves, he worked abroad in Bahrain, she drove a blue F-reg MG Midget.

I'd been in the habit of walking my dog in the evenings and regularly passed the large house.

Over a series of summer evenings in 1988 I saw the lady who lived there gardening at the front of the house and exchanged an occasional polite greeting.

One evening I set off to walk to the pub in the next village to play pool with a friend. As I passed the large former farmhouse I fell in to conversation with the lady who lived there, whose name I found out was Jenny. During the conversation she explained that her husband worked away for most of the year and that she felt lonely, not really knowing anyone in the village despite having lived there for several years.

She made friendly overtures and invited me in for a drink.

Naively I accepted...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Keep it going....a promising start!

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By *andyandmickCouple
over a year ago

chilwell

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By *brad99Man
over a year ago

London

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By *ig daddy 1969Man
over a year ago

manchester

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great start x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Her name was Jenny, she was 46yrs old (I was 17 at the time), she had originally come from the south and married her husband who had lived in the vicinity as a youth.

She was quite attractive, slender, nice figure and had a pleasant demeanor.

We sat in the spacious living room, she poured me a glass of her husband's Johnnie Walker red label and herself a glass of Vladivar which she topped up with tonic.

After an hour or so of polite conversation with topics ranging from; my parents to what I was studying at college, she came and sat next to me on the sofa.

My heart was starting to quicken as I realised that she was flirting with me, playing with my teenage emotion and teasing my sensitivity.

In the classic style of an older woman she sat astride me and breathlessly whispered in my ear that she was trapped in a sexless marriage and that she was freely available to me...

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By *2spikeMan
over a year ago

Southsea

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By *umseekerMan
over a year ago

montrose

Love older

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

She disentangled herself from me picked up the heavy crystal tumblers and walked up the open plan staircase, paused near the top and simply uttered, 'Well?'

I followed her upstairs and entered the spacious floral master bedroom. There was little evidence of her husband, a pair of cufflinks in a china tray on the dressing table and a pair of slippers hidden under the wardrobe.

With practised ease she slid out of her clothes and lay sprawled upon the bed.

I fumbled at the zip on my jeans, wrestled with my tshirt and joined her.

We passionately spent ages kissing, our lips thick with saliva, stroking and feeling each others bodys. Her breath had a cigaretty taste and as we writhed her perspiration dripped on to my chest.

Jenny's hand stroked my thighs and lower back, not knowing what was expected of me I copied her movements and felt the awkwardness of my swollen penis pressing against her body.

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By *brad99Man
over a year ago

London

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By *ig daddy 1969Man
over a year ago

manchester

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

cambridge

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

The area between her legs was trimmed and my fingers gently stroked her sexual area. I felt her large labial lips and brushed my fingers back and forth slightly curious at the developing moisture. Ever so carefully I inserted my finger inside her.

Jen gave a gasp, bit her lip and moaned with pleasure.

I started to probe her deeply and her hand guided mine to a more pronounced angle and to shorter strokes. I continued with this motion, my fingers (using two) slipping back and forth lubricated by the trickle of her female juices. Jenny arched her back, quiver, and thrashed with a violent, noisy orgasm.

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

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By *oth0712Man
over a year ago

cambridge

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By *2spikeMan
over a year ago

Southsea

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By *andyandmickCouple
over a year ago

chilwell

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Jen with an element of excitement in her voice said,'Now your turn!'

A few sharp tugs from Jenny produced a throbbing sensation in my member and as I lay on top of her she guided my virgin cock inside her.

With some encouragement I began to slide to and fro matching the thrusts from her hips. Deep inside her I stretched my torso along her small frame and her mouth found my nipples. I paused in my movements and revelled in the sensation of tying fast with this mature cougar(though the term wasn't used then) and having my nips bitten and chewed.

Eventually I felt that familiar sensation and my hot cum burst forth into her wet hole.

I lay there panting whilst she went to wipe the sticky mess from between her legs and to get another drink.

We varied positions during the evening as we continued to explore one another.

I left her house at midnight and wandered back home.

During the time that her husband was away Jenny took me as her lover and taught me the ways of pleasing a sexually active, mature woman.

I left the area to go to university and a couple of years later saw a for sale sign in the garden of the house where I had practiced my sexual activities.

TBC

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By *ig daddy 1969Man
over a year ago

manchester

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By *onnoisseur100Man
over a year ago

Woking-ish

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By *andyandmickCouple
over a year ago

chilwell

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Fast forward to a couple of years ago and I was visiting my mother. One of the neighbours had dropped round for coffee and my ears pricked up in the conversation when the neighbour mentioned that she had received a postcard from Jen who was now widowed and living in a small coastal village in Mid Wales.

I casually feigned interest and lied saying that I couldn't remember the couple from the other end of my childhood village but stored away the name of where she was now living.

I had cause later that year to be in N.Wales and curiosity drove me along the Cambrian coast road until I saw the sign for the place I was looking for. It was the sort of place that within a few knocks on doors I was given directions to where Jen now lived.

Why I chose to look her up I can't answer but with some trepidation I knocked on the whitewashed cottage and waited to see if there was an answer.

Presently the door opened and although she didnt initially recognise me there stood an older version of the lady from all those years ago. Her hair had gone grey but she wore it well, she still remained stylish and her figure had barely changed. Some women are perhaps blessed with good genes, or maybe they take care of themselves, or maybe they had married a wealthy man and put up with a sexless marriage.

After a few greetings she invited me in this time for a coffee.

I recognised various pictures and ornaments from all those years ago whilst we spent a pleasant afternoon chatting with one another.

Eventually it was time for me to leave and after I had kissed her politely on the cheek so gave an open invitation to drop in if I was ever passing again.

Last Easter I found myself in the same part of Wales and although we had exchanged a few text messages I hadn't really heard from her.

I found the cottage again easily enough and knocked on the door.

She welcomed me in again but I noticed that her conversation was becoming slightly risque and she made several references to the time when I had been her lover...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"In the late 80s I lived in a small village with my parents, and attended college in a nearby town.

I knew most people in the village but at the top end of the village there was a large former farmhouse.

The couple that lived there kept themselves to themselves, he worked abroad in Bahrain, she drove a blue F-reg MG Midget.

I'd been in the habit of walking my dog in the evenings and regularly passed the large house.

Over a series of summer evenings in 1988 I saw the lady who lived there gardening at the front of the house and exchanged an occasional polite greeting.

One evening I set off to walk to the pub in the next village to play pool with a friend. As I passed the large former farmhouse I fell in to conversation with the lady who lived there, whose name I found out was Jenny. During the conversation she explained that her husband worked away for most of the year and that she felt lonely, not really knowing anyone in the village despite having lived there for several years.

She made friendly overtures and invited me in for a drink.

Naively I accepted..."

love to meet an older woman

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By *usie pTV/TS
over a year ago

taunton

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

We spent the late afternoon drinking tea and in conversation, with occasional references to our adventures all those years ago. The time when she wanted to have sex outdoors in a field of recently mown hay. The time we spent one New Years Eve in a tiny hotel in Scotland not leaving our room for 48hrs.

I took her out for a meal at a pub in the next village and over coffee she suggested that I stayed the night. I laughed and made a suggestive remark but she showed me to the spare bedroom. I fell asleep quickly.

There's that time of night that isn't night time and isnt morning around 3:30am, and it was around that time that she eased the spare bedroom door open and slid her naked body under the duvet next to mine. I stirred, rolled over and as only ex lovers can caressed her in an embrace.

Without any exchange of words we began kissing and stroking one another's bodies. We had both aged, seemingly her less than me and before long she assumed a position astride me and guided my cock into the void between her legs. I murmured, 'You're still good', her one word reply was simply 'Yoga!'

As she gently bounced on my manhood she controlled her own orgasm taking her time and linger than I used to remember.

I felt her vaginal walls squeeze in ecstasy just as I felt the relief of releasing my load.

We cuddled and fell into a doze.

The dawn appeared and without reference to the activities in the night we sat drinking tea and eating toast with marmalade.

Late morning I took my leave and departed.

I've only sporadically heard from her since but later this year I'll be in the same area.

I might just call in....

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By *exbot 1Man
over a year ago

Chester le street

Mmmmm

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *rancobargeMan
over a year ago

northwich

are you going to marry her?

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By *iscoman7771000Man
over a year ago

birmingham

Of course you have to call in on your next visit

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By *ritter1Man
over a year ago

Dundee

nice

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great story

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By *j and c 2Couple
over a year ago

mullingar

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By *ornybarMan
over a year ago

clonmel

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By *ragsterMan
over a year ago

Blackburn

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By *ormladMan
over a year ago

Kilmarnock

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By *r ed300Man
over a year ago

bradford

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By *andyandmickCouple
over a year ago

chilwell

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By *..NemoMan
over a year ago

Durham

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By *eeker of pleasureMan
over a year ago

manchester

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By *cfc1965Man
over a year ago

horsham

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By *ipper truckMan
over a year ago

near by

You have to call and see her

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"You have to call and see her "

I've actually written her a letter last night to keep in touch.

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By *en1234300Man
over a year ago

Peterborough

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By *ocktoplaywithMan
over a year ago

Derby

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By *ohnny4playMan
over a year ago

Kinross

Very nice

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