Mature An Old Man Remembers

An old man remembers.

This is a true story, based on my life.

I was 17 and bored. I worked in a Perfume factory as a line porter. I filled the machines with various creams, nail polish and big slabs of lipstick. There were 100 women and 5 men on the shop floor. Most of the women delighted in embarrassing and teasing me as I was by far the youngest.

The exception to the rule was Rose,I think she was in her mid 30's, attractive and friendly. As my 18th approached I decided that I wanted to join the Royal Marines and filled out a form from the Daily Mirror. A few days later an information pack arrived, the covering letter invited me for interview and medical at Cambridge. Passing the Interview and Medical it was agreed that I would join the next induction in 5 months on November 5th. My parent's talk of a leaving party made returning to the factory just about bearable. As news of my leaving to become a Marine circulated, the teasing and torment stopped, some of the women started calling me Mike instead of "Boy or Sprog."

My 18th Birthday was on a Friday. Rose and some of the other women invited me to the local pub to celebrate my 18th. The beer flowed freely, soon I was pissed and in no state to drive home or return to work. Saying they would cover for me, the women went back to work as I finished my beer. Staggering out to the car park I saw Rose leaning against my car.

"Hello Mike, wanted to make sure you were all right and didn't drive."

"Thanks, am just going to curl up on back seat and go to sleep."

"Well give me your keys and I will take you back to my place. Coffee and a sleep on settee will sober you up."

Handing my keys over, I fell into the passenger seat and passed out. Shaking me awake, Rose helped me into her home.

As she leaned in to get me out of the car I had a clear view of her large, bra clad tits. Feeling my cock start to stir I erupted into a fit of drunken giggles. Looking puzzled

"What is so funny."

"I just seen your tits."

"Hmm did you like what you saw?"

"Oh yeah, very nice, can I feel?"

My brain was telling me to shut up, but my beer mouth kept on.

"You got lovely tits and a great arse."

Rose looked quite shocked, "maybe later" I heard her say as I fell asleep on her couch. Waking about an hour later i was busting for a piss, I think I pissed about 3 gallons. Feeling much better I walked back to the lounge where Rose was holding a cup of black coffee.

As I drank my coffee I noticed that her hair was wet and she had changed into a short dressing gown. The gown was showing glimpses of her upper thighs and the swell of her arse cheeks as she bent slightly to put stuff in the bin.

"Very nice" was all my drunken mouth could manage.

"Was beginning to think you were gay," she giggled as I tried to make my raging cock more comfortable in my very tight jeans.

"Have you seen a women nude before?"

"Of course," I blustered as my alcohol fogged brain started to clear and my cock threatened to burst the buttons of my bell bottom jeans. I had seen a women nude, spied on my sister a couple of times and mums towel had slipped a little as she left the bathroom!

"Would you like more coffee" Rose said, as she walked towards me.

Nodding dumbly, I watched as her dressing gown parted at the top exposing her milky white tits and large nipples, as she bent to collect my cup. Taking the opportunity I grabbed a handful and marvelled at the softness of her skin. Moving my hands over her ample tits I was surprised at how her nipples poked into my palm.

Groaning, Rose shrugged off her gown and pushed herself onto my hands. I was transfixed as I played.

Pulling my head forward she encouraged me to suckle her left nipple and moved my hand down her body. Taking her large nipple into my mouth I soon discovered that swirling my tongue around and flicking it caused Rose to groan with pleasure. As I experimented on her tits Rose undid my belt and eventually the buttons on my jeans. Dropping to her knees, I was disappointed as her nipples were taken away, but elated as she started to kiss and lick my bell end.

After just a few minutes, I could feel my balls start to boil as she sucked and licked me. Sensing that I was about to come, Rose stood up and straddled me on the armchair.

"Sorry but I need this"

I was a little confused as she reached between our belly's and grabbed my cock. All became very clear as she moved slightly and I penetrated her wet softness. The feeling of her heat and wetness as her pussy gripped my cock was unbelievable. As I felt her pubes hit mine I shot my load, Rose groaned in disappointment, but I was in heaven. Taking me by the hand she lead me upstairs to the bathroom.

Walking in front of me on the stairs, I could clearly see the pink of her pussy with my spunk bubbling from her hole. After we had cleaned up she took me to bed, as we kissed and cuddled I ran my fingers between her legs and feasted on her tits. Guiding my fingers to her pussy Rose spread her legs wide, with a little more guidance she started to breathe heavily. Concentrating hard on the spot she had directed me too I Varied the pressure and frequency as I rubbed her pinkness. Her squeals of pleasure, told me I was on right track. As she threw her head back and her whole body trembled and shook, I felt a surge of wetness on my fingers as I witnessed a women cumming for the 1st time.

Her orgasm seemed to last some time as she shook and shivered, unsure of what to do I kissed and stroked her thigh. My cock was raging hard again, pulling me onto her she guided me into her sopping hole. Slowly pushing my length into her,I felt her pussy grip me as she erupted into another orgasm. Wrapping her legs around my waist she pulled me deep inside her, moving her hips she ground herself against me. The feeling as her pussy worked on my sensitive bell end were and still are indescribable.

As I felt myself starting to cum I wanted to ram in and out of her. Rose kept her legs locked around my waist and as I erupted deep inside her she launched into her 3rd orgasm. Collapsing in a sweaty heap we slept. Feeling Rose struggling to get out from underneath me, I flopped on to the bed beside her.

"Happy 18th, did you like your present?"

"Oh yeah, can I have some more?"

"Well it's nearly 5pm and my husband will be home shortly, maybe another day."

Following her into the bathroom, we shared a shower. As I soaped her body I vowed I would have her again and learn more about the strange tangle of pink flesh between her legs. I hardly remember the 15 mile drive home as I thought about the world of pleasure Rose had exposed me too. Rose and I fucked each other at every opportunity over the following weeks and with her patient guidance I became a skilled lover.

The factory was put on short time, finishing at 2pm each day. Although the loss of wages in were painful, Rose and I were able to have sex every afternoon. Coming into work one morning I found the gates locked. The maintenance staff were on strike, telling us all to go home the manager said we should phone later. Giving 3 of the women lifts home Rose and I headed for her house. As normal I parked the car around the corner, Rose walked home and I went round the back, jumped the fence so the neighbours didn't see me going into her home.

Having discovered that pussy tasted as good as it felt I loved licking her until her pussy poured girl cum. Knowing that we had the whole day together we were locked into 69 when the sound of a lorry pulling up outside had Rose running to the window.

"Oh fuck, that's Brian my husband, you have to go, he will kill you."

Not needing to be told twice I gathered my clothes. Getting out of the back bedroom window, I dropped onto the extensions roof, climbed over the fence and walked back to my car. As I drove off my heart was hammering and my cock was painfully stiff. Calling the factory later I was told the engineers had agreed to go back to work. Because nothing had been done over the weekend it would be Wednesday before the line would be running.

I was late getting up for work as some mates and I had been on a bit of a pub crawl the previous night. Arriving at work I was sure I was still pissed, running my little Wolsey Hornet into the gate post, confirmed my fears. Reversing off the post I settled down for a snooze, sometime later I woke to find a very angry looking manager banging on my car window.

Dragging me into his office he issued

"A verbal warning a written warning and a final written warning."

I had no fucking idea what his problem was or how he could warn me 3 times about the same thing on the same day. Telling him to "go fuck himself" I screwed it up and wiped the warning across the arse of my jeans.

"Go home, sober up and come back tomorrow."

Fully expecting to be sacked, I was in work early the next morning and by 8.30 I had loaded all the hoppers, filled the various other stations on the lines and sheepishly walked into his office at 9am.

"Feeling better this morning?"

"Yes, I am so sorry about yesterday."

"Ok, I was young once".

A large smile spread across his weathered face as he told me to sit down.

"I hear you will be leaving in October, joining the Marines" he exclaimed. Seeing a chance of keeping my job I relaxed. As we chatted, John said that he had been a paratrooper in WW2 and would be happy to help me prepare for military life. Tearing up my written warnings he smiled as he looked at me,

"Fair enough?

Thanking him I left his office, returning to the line I noticed that Rose wasn't at work. The morning flew by as 5 lines were running. I was kept busy topping up the hoppers with, face cream, hand cream and nail polish. Part of the nail polish line required small ball bearings to be put into nail polish removal fluid and a single ball bearing to be dropped in the bottle, to agitate the polish when shaken. The removal fluid made the bearings cold. I used to take great pleasure in scooping up a few and trying to lob them down the front of the girls shirts. It still makes me laugh remembering the squeals of shock as a cold ball of steel found its way inside their bras.

It was a stunning day so I bought a can of coke and sandwich from the canteen and sat on the grass by the car park. As I finished my lunch, Rose waked across the car park. She looked stunning, she was wearing a short red and white summer dress. As she walked towards me I admired her long shapely legs. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her curves, as she got closer I could clearly see her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress. Hidden by some trees she reached up for a kiss, as we kissed my hand dropped to her arse. The smoothness of her arse confirmed she wasn't wearing panties either! Dropping my hand to the hem of her skirt my fingers soon found their way between her legs.

Rose was obviously very horny, she was absolutely drenched. Reaching between us, Rose unzipped my trousers and fished my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. A few strokes of her hand on my cock as I twiddled her clit and we were both ready to go. Turning away from me she put her hands on the tree spread her legs and pushed her arse out. Getting behind her my cock found her sopping wet hole. I bottomed out in her soaking wet pussy with one stroke. After a frantic fuck we laid on the grass, Rose suddenly looked serious.

"I have been to the doctors this morning."

"Wondered why you weren't at work, you ok?"

"Yes, never felt better."

After a few minutes of silence I felt that she wanted to tell me something.

"So what's up."

"Nothing, well except I am pregnant!"

She quickly added, "Don't worry, its what I wanted, Brian will be over the moon."

"How far gone." Was all I could think to say.

"12 weeks, due on 17 December."

"I have wanted a baby for so long, it wasn't working with Brian. Obviously I have been having sex with both you and Brian, so cant be sure who is the father. Don't really care to be honest, as I love you both. I thought it was best to tell you, I don't want anything from you, maybe one day you will come to see us and realise how complete and happy you have made us."

As she talked I felt my cock stiffening, in a strange way knowing that her pregnancy was my child turned me on.

"Best I have some more cunt then before your belly gets to big!"

As I entered her with long powerful thrusts, sex took on a whole new meaning, as I shot my load into her steaming pussy I almost cried with joy and pleasure. That was the last time I saw Rose, she wiped herself with some tissues and headed for Johns office. She wasn't on the line in the afternoon and her friend, Brenda, handed me a note as we got in our cars that evening.

" Darling Mike, I am so sorry that I didn't have the courage to tell you earlier. We cannot be together as I don't want anything to screw, what I now have, up. I hope you can understand my reasons, I am nearly twice your age, and love Brian. Please don't come to the house or phone me, it really is the best solution."

"Good luck in the Marines. Rose."

Feeling slightly crushed I drove home in silence, by the end of my 15 mile drive I was wondering where I was gonna get regular sex now.

A couple of years later I heard Rose had died. Unsure if she died in child birth, apparently a piece detached from her lung and found its way to her heart, killing her and the baby.

Since Rose had introduced me to the pleasures of sex, I viewed women differently. Imagining how they looked when cumming, wondering how they tasted and smelt. After a few flings with girls my age in the village,I decided I needed an older women as none of them really satisfied me. I fucked most of them, hated having to wear a Durex and their inexperience frustrated me. I did enjoy putting Roses teachings to good use though, more than once they asked me,

"What the fuck are you doing too me." As they crashed into their 3rd or 4th orgasm.

My chance came as mum asked me to go help out at the local jumble sale. It was run by a lady called Patricia and was in aid of the village hall. Patricia was a slim, elegant lady in her late 40's. Explaining to me what she needed, we set to work sorting out the various bundles of clothes, toys and household items. On this particular day, Patricia was dressed in a unflattering plaid skirt that stopped just above her knee and a cream blouse. As I worked I watched her, trying to imagine what was underneath her boring clothes.turning her back to me she stooped and bent to pick up a heavy bundle of clothes.

The effort required her to bend a little more and as she spread her feet a little her skirt rode up a few inches, exposing her lower thighs to my greedy eyes. Rushing over to help, I was rewarded with a flashing smile, grabbing an end each we easily lifted the bundle onto the table. Returning to my table I watched as she bent and twisted trying to cut the string holding the bundle. As she lent across the package her skirt rode up and I was sure I could see the top of a Stocking.

I had seen pictures of stockings in magazines, as I imagined her garter belt and suspenders my cock was rock hard. After a few minutes she asked if I would like a cup of tea and a biscuit, following her into the kitchen I had to adjust my cock as I watched her hips sway. The kitchen was quite small and narrow so I waited by the door as she put the kettle on. As she waited for the kettle to boil she opened a cupboard and reached for a tin on the top shelf.

As she stretched to reach the tin her blouse pulled taut, giving me a great view of the outline of her fairly small pert tits. Moving to one side she asked me to get the tin down. As I squeezed by her I took the opportunity to feel her arse, putting my hand flat I let my fingers drop into the curve between her legs. Hoping that if she objected I could say it was accidental. As I got the tin down she turned to face me, her face seemed flushed and she was smiling.

"Thanks Mike I....."

Her words were cut off as I squeezed by her again and placed my hand between her legs. Expecting the worst I prepared for a torrent of abuse, instead her legs parted slightly as she pushed her hips forward. Going for broke I leaned in and kissed her, wondering how I was going to explain myself if I had read her wrong. Kissing me back her tongue darted into my mouth as my hand caressed her tits. As the kiss continued I ran my hand up her thigh, confirming that she was wearing stockings.

When my finger reached her crotch she parted her legs, rubbing my finger along the slot of her pussy I was surprised at how wet her panties were. Moving her panties to the side I plunged 2 fingers into her dripping hole, then moved up to her clit. As I flicked her little nub with the tip of my finger her legs buckled as she let out a wail. Suddenly standing up, she pulled my hand from her snatch.

"We, I...cant do this, I am old enough to be your mother!"

"It doesn't matter, I wont tell if you don't," I joked.

As she practically ran out of the kitchen I thought I had blown it, seeing her stop at the door and lock it my cock jumped in anticipation.

"Maybe we could just make each other cum, I cant have full sex with you"

Walking back towards me she stopped at her table, seeing the look of uncertainty on her face I kissed her as I laid her on the table. Moving down her body I lifted her skirt, exposing her hairy twat with her panties still pulled to one side. Unlike Rose her pussy was lipless and her bush was sparse, I could see the nectar running out of her open hole, lowering my head I ran my tongue the length of her pussy, loving the taste and musky scent of her gaping cunt. As my tongue worked on her clit I released my straining cock, as she started to cum her head flopped back as she moaned and hissed.

Taking a chance I straightened up, grabbed my cock, ramming it deep into her pussy was just what she needed, as my cock forced her folds apart she howled and thrashed about as she came again and again. Waiting until she came down I gently pushed in and out of her. Moving her arse to the edge of the table and sitting up she kissed me.

"It's ok, I want to feel you to come deep inside me."

As she started to come again my cock expanded and shot my load deep into her body.

"Thank you, that was amazing,

It has been so long since my husband bothered"

Looking particularly embarrassed and shy Patricia pulled her panties over her sodden hole, tugging her skirt down as she headed for the ladies. Washing my cock in the kitchen sink I shoved it back in my boxers and waited for her to come out of the ladies.

It was a full 15 minutes before she returned, her eyes were lowered and she looked really embarrassed.

"Why did you do that? I suppose it was just a one off, a good looking lad like you shouldn't be interested in an old women like me"

"Nonsense, that was the best fuck of my life.....and your not old. You have a hot body, great legs and a pretty face."

Patricia started to relax, my words were just what she needed to hear.

"So you would like to do it again?"

"Of course, come here, let me at you"

Giggling like a school girl her flashing smile returned.

"I didn't mean now, I meant......would you like to spend time with me next week?"

As we finished sorting the bundles of clothes, Patricia explained that she had lots of spare time and would love to see me again when I had time. Later in the week I phoned her from work, she sounded genuinely happy to hear from me. Arranging to meet in a pub on Friday night, her parting comment "Don't forget your toothbrush." Made my cock throb.

The Three Tuns was about 30 miles away, obviously she didn't want any of the locals seeing us together. It was a big old country pub, with a small hotel out the back. Looking at my watch I saw I was about 15 minutes early, so decided to wait in the car. About 30 minutes later her Rover P5B swept into the car park and parked opposite my car. The sight of Patricia as she got out of her car took my breath away. Her red hair was swept into a bun, gone was the heavy plaid skirt and dreary blouse. Her short dress was about 4" above her knee and fitted her form perfectly, accenting her small breasts and the swell of her hips. Her long shapely legs were bare and she wore shoes with a 3" heel.

"Didn't think you were coming."

"Sorry I am late, have been to see some friends, traffic out of London was terrible."

As our lips met, my hand dropped to the the hem of her skirt and worked its way up the back of her legs.

"No, No" she protested as my fingers touched her arse cheeks. Her feeble half hearted attempts did little to stop me as I sat her on the bonnet of the car. We were pretty well shielded by a willow tree and my car from the rest of the car park. Reaching between her legs I was surprised to feel a freshly shaven mons, No panties and she had shaved herself!

I rubbed her clit and fingered her already very wet pussy as she undid my trousers and released my rock hard cock. Patricia didn't need any persuading as she guided my cock to her entrance. It didn't take very long for her to cum, soon I pumped a heavy load into her grasping pussy. Reaching into her handbag she tried to mop herself with some tissues, giving up she asked me to go to reception and get the room key, "it is reserved in the name of Green" she said. Oh and you had better change the dinner reservation to 9, she shouted after me.

After she had cleaned herself up and changed her stained dress, we headed to the restaurant. As I scanned the menu I was shocked at the prices. I was on around £17.50 at the factory, it seemed this meal was going to cost nearly all of my weeks wages. Seeing my concern, Patricia reached across the table.

"Don't worry I want to spoil you, order what you want, it really doesn't matter."

Going back to the room, I learnt the real power is always with the women. Patricia was insatiable, I think we fucked 4 times and I made her cum countless times with my fingers and tongue. Finally falling asleep at 3.30 am we slept until 10, she woke me by sucking my cock. We were too late for breakfast so settled for orange juice.

Arriving home about noon, I told mum I had been up most of the night and went to bed!

I enjoyed several more sessions with Patricia, none quite as intense as the 1st.

October soon rolled around, and it was my last week at the factory. John had given me some good advice on military life and had encouraged me to prepare my body as well as my mind for life as a Royal Marine. I will always be grateful to him, I am quite sure without his advice I would never have survived basic training.

After a good piss up at work and a tearful farewell with my parents, I arrived at the base that was to be my home for the next few months. By the end of the 1st day, I really did start to wonder what I had done. I had been prodded, poked had numerous injections and my long curly hair had fell victim to the barbers clippers. The next morning at 05.00 my training began, we were given our service numbers and told we were intake 38. The 1st 3 weeks was known as stamp club, you wore pumps and stamped your left feet as you marched. It seemed we marched every where.

After 26 weeks of basic we got our berets. There was 49 of us on the 1st day, 17 of intake 39 completed their passing out parade. I learnt much later that only 7 of us made active duty. During basic I had made a friendship that was to last over 20 years, Ian and I had different strengths and helped each other through basic.

Ian was an orphan and had spent most of his life in an orphanage. By all accounts it was a dreadful place, sexual and physical abuse were common . The result of his upbringing was a determination and physical ability above and beyond any of his class mates. In the Navy it is everybody's right to challenge any one (Including NCO's) to a boxing match. Our PT instructor was a big man, Patterson, he was a bully and probably a pervert. After weeks of being picked on by Patterson, Ian had clearly had enough, being restrained by several recruits and myself on several occasions. Word spread like wildfire that Ian had challenged Patterson to a boxing match in our final week.

The match was scheduled for May 31st, 2 weeks away. Ian was a popular recruit and had plenty of willing sparring partners. I was one of the 1st to clamber into the ring. I had done quite a lot of boxing at school, including sparring with a lad that went on to be the British welterweight champion. As the gloves were put on me, I was quietly confident. In those days sparring was done with 16oz gloves, head guards were not available.

As the session began, I quickly realised that I was slightly taller and had a longer reach than Ian. Catching him with a hard left hand allowed me to follow up with a right cross, knocking him to the floor. The thing with 16oz gloves is damage is limited, the impact however is just as hard. To my surprise Ian got up, took the standard 8 count and proceeded to take me apart.

I had always known he had fast hands and an iron will. It was the longest 3 minutes of my life as he battered me, more than once I was grateful for the ref pulling us apart as I hung on for dear life! Falling into a heap in the corner I raised my hands in submission. Ian ran across the ring, spat his gum shield out and said,

"I am so sorry canny lad, are you ok?"

Grinning in agreement, or perhaps relief, I ruffled his hair with my gloved hand as he helped me out of the ring. He found sparring partners slightly harder to come by after that breathtaking display of speed and strength. On the night of the match, I felt genuine concern for Ian as I watched Patterson get into the ring. Patterson was at least 3" taller and maybe 20 pounds heavier, Ian looked totally unconcerned as he limbered up. All I could say to my mate was.

"Stay the fuck away from him, use your speed and power."

Useless, almost desperate talk, Ian just turned to me,

"Call the Ambulance lad, make sure they send a strong crew to carry the fat bastard out of here."

I could barely watch as Patterson landed some heavy blows, but then I started to notice that Ian was landing lots of blows to Pattersons body. The match was for 3 rounds, by the end of the 2nd, Ian had taken several heavy blows to the head, some made him stagger.

In the 3rd Patterson was breathing heavily and his work rate had dropped way down. Finally with a blisteringly fast combination Ians right hand connected with Patterson's chin. Patterson was unconscious before he hit the floor, I jumped the ropes and grabbed Ian as it looked like he wanted to carry on hitting the man.

After our passing out parade we had both volunteered to become junior instructors. When our orders came through we had both been assigned to the same base to take an intake through stamp club at the end on June. Ian didn't have anyone outside of the Marines so used to come home with me on leave. Climbing into my parents Austin 1300 at the rail station, we looked forward to 17 days leave. Getting my parents to drop us off in Bedford we went shopping as neither of us had any civvies that fitted.

My dad, in an unusual display of generosity had said he would pick us up when we had finished shopping. The last shop we went to was an army/navy store as we wanted to buy some combat trousers and shoes. Loaded down with bags we headed for the phone box. As we walked past the front of the store, Ian saw an old Austin 1800 for sale. Looking around its various scrapes and dents I wasn't really interested. Seeing us looking around her car, the owner came out of the shop adjacent to the car. Explaining that the car had been her fathers the women pointed out a few of the scrapes, saying,

"The car is perfect, just too big for me"

Opening the car for us I saw that it only had 77,000 miles and was immaculate inside. The owner, Sam, was about 35, blonde and petite, explaining that her father had new tyres fitted and a full service done, just a few weeks before his death. As I watched the women I noticed her tits jiggled as she moved, before I had got to her long legs, cute arse and pretty face my cock was uncomfortably hard. Deciding to jump in I asked the price.

"Well I would like £395"

"How about £295 and I will buy dinner, breakfast as well if you like!"

Ian rolled his eyes' looked at me, winked, and went back to listening to the engine.

"Can't take £295, what about £350?"

"Ok, lets call it £325, what would you like for dinner?"

As she leaned across to shake my hand the sun shone through her blouse confirming no bra and a lovely pair of pert tits. Having done all the paperwork and discovered the car had 9 months MOT and tax we found we only had £275 cash between us. Using the shops phone I asked mum if she had £100 she could loan us until Monday.

Ian didn't think the women would let us take the car but I persisted and said I would bring her the other £50 when I collected her later.

"Later?" She asked.

"Yeah, as per the deal, I am taking you for dinner."

"Really! I don't date young boys, but like the uniform. OK, address is on the log book...8pm?"

Going back to mums, I hardly heard Ian rambling on about how well the car drove as the vision of pert tits and hard nipples filled my imagination. Arriving at Mums I took a quick shower, gave my buttons, belt and shoes an extra polish and re-pressed my uniform. Mum was disappointed that I was going out, but brightened when Ian said he would go to the pub and get some beers and a bottle of wine.

Jumping into the car, I was relieved to notice that it had nearly a full tank of petrol as money was going to be short until Monday.pulling up outside Sams house I checked my uniform in the car wing mirror.

"Very smart young man, you on parade?"

A vaguely familiar voice asked. It was John, the perfume factory's manager. Shaking his hand we chatted, sensing my impatience, he asked me to call in to the Factory as all the girls would love to see me. As I walked up the driveway, Sam came out of the front door. She looked absolutely stunning in a short cheese cloth dress and espadrille type sandals. Her blonde curly hair glinted in the evening sunlight as it rested on her bare shoulders. Earlier I had thought she was about 35, now, I thought maybe 25.

John's booming voice distracted me.

"Thought I recognised the car, you lucky dog!"

"Oh please uncle John, behave yourself" Sam said as John erupted in fits of laughter.

"I meant the car, your old dad loved that motor, surely you didn't think I was referring to you?"

Blushing slightly, she breathed "Bastard."

Opening the passenger door she slid into the passenger seat, hurrying around to the drivers side I got in and started the car.

"Maybe I should drive she said, don't think you have any insurance do you?"

I had to admit she was right, hadn't even thought about it. As I started to pull over she burst into laughter.

"It's ok, my insurance is for any driver, I wont cancel it until next week."

We had a superb meal in a large pub by the river, the food was great and her conversation and smile had me completely transfixed. All to soon the bell was rung for last orders.

"Would you like coffee" I asked.

"Yes, I would, the coffee pot is on at home!"

I paid the bill in double quick time, but then decided to play it cool.

"Would you like a walk by the river, before we head home?"

As we walked I put my arm around her waist, feeling her arm around my waist I bent for a kiss. As we kissed my hand dropped to her lower back and finally rested on her bottom. This seemed to cause her to kiss me more urgently, chattering as we walked back to the car, she was snuggled right into me.

As we arrived at her house I felt totally relaxed and content, it made me realise how much I had missed feminine company over the last 6 months. Parking on her driveway I followed her into the house. Pouring the coffee she excused herself and went to the bathroom.

"Put some music on" she yelled as she disappeared upstairs.

Admiring the Sharp music centre in the corner I went through her record collection. Settling for a Simon and Garfunkel Album I took my tunic off and settled into the comfy sofa. As "Bridge over troubled water" began to play, Sam came down, grabbed her coffee and sat next to me on the sofa. After an hour of so of chatting and singing along to her record collection, Sam announced that she had to go to bed. Disappointed I got up and started to put my tunic and hat on.

"Hmmm that's novel," she said.

"Oh, when I am in uniform, I must be fully dressed whenever in public." I started to explain.

"Are you not coming to bed then?"

I don't think I had felt so stupid before or since. Laughing at my embarrassment Sam grabbed my hand and led me to her bed.

Pushing me down on her bed, Sam slowly started to strip for me. I thought my cock would burst as she slid her dress down exposing her pale blue bra and panties. As I carefully folded my uniform she carelessly tossed her dress onto the floor. Reaching behind her she undid and slid her bra off. Her tits were glorious, probably a B cup topped with large erect nipples. Getting onto the bed with her panties still on I discarded my boxers, joining her we shared a lingering kiss.

Remembering to go slow, I moved slowly nibbling her ear as I worked my way down her throat. Coming to her pert tits I took a long nipple into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around and grazing my teeth along its length I was rewarded as she groaned and pulled my head harder onto her. Running my tongue across her chest, I repeated my actions on her right nipple before running my tongue across her flat belly. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties I slowly slid them over her buttocks. Noticing the way the gusset stuck momentarily between her legs, I guessed that she was as wet as I was hard.

Kicking her panties of her feet, Sam spread her legs wide allowing me a great view of her pussy. Her Mons was covered with thin blonde hair, running my tongue through her pubes, I moved down and around between her splayed thighs. Her pussy lips were really swollen and full as my tongue slipped between them I tasted her nectar, her musky scent filled my senses. Running my tongue from her arse to clit caused her to groan loudly as she ran her fingers through my hair. Gently pulling the top of her pussy up, caused her clit to pop out of the tangle of pink flesh.

Fastening onto her nub I gently licked, sucked and nibbled on her delicate flesh, suddenly, without warning her whole body convulsed and her juices poured from her. I had never seen a women get so wet, greedily, I licked and sucked the nectar from her. Pulling my head up she urged me between her legs. My rock hard cock bumped into her sex and then easily slid into her sopping hole. Thrusting hard I bottomed out inside her and luxuriated in her warmth and softness.

I hadn't had sex in almost 3 months, it had probably been 6 or 7 weeks since I had a wank. As I started to come I felt her cunt flex as I filled her with rope after rope of thick white spunk. Collapsing on top of her, I rolled to one side, Rolling with me Sam kept my still hard cock deep in her pussy. As we kissed my softening cock plopped out of her tight pussy and I moved down to suckle on her amazing nipples. Sam sucked my cock hard and we enjoyed a really frantic fuck. Coming for the 2nd time in less than an hour I was drained and needed a kip. Sam explained that I couldn't stay the night as she didn't want her uncle and neighbours to know we had fucked on the 1st date.

Arranging to meet at the Anchor on Sunday night I headed home. Arriving home around 3.45 am I thought I would sleep on the settee so as not to wake everybody up.

As I walked across the dark room, I felt more than heard my dads presence. I must have stumbled or lent back a little as he threw a punch, hitting the wall behind me made him swear and me to shout,

"What the fuck"

It turned out that I had woken him from a heavy sleep, thinking everybody was in bed he thought I was a burglar. The dent in the wall sure made me treat him with a lot of respect and care.​