My First Older Woman

A long time ago, back in the early eighties, I was a relatively innocent, nineteen year old on my first ship in the Royal Navy. We were preparing for a long deployment and as part of this were on a training and wargames programme off the south coast of England. After a long week of fire exercises, simulated attacks, constant cleaning we were all ready for the weekend. Although we were a Devonport based ship, because we had a few more weeks of exercises, we came alongside in Portland on the Friday for the weekend. A lot of the crew who weren't on duty over the weekend were getting ready to dash to the station and get the train home. This was mostly those married guys and any with significant others. Interestingly though quite a few married guys appeared to be claiming to be on duty over the weekend to their wives to avoid travelling home, a practice I was to discover over the years was quite common.

I'd cancelled my own plans to go home for the weekend, after receiving a "dear Chris" letter couple of weeks previously from my girlfriend back home. Said letter advising me it was over as the long distance thing wasn't working for her. We'd been together about 6 months, and whilst I could get home regularly when I was in training, the longer absences now I was on ship weren't working. I later discovered through mates back home she was subsequently shagging her way through half the local rugby team, so I think I missed a bullet there in the long run.

It had been a tough couple of weeks for me after the letter and as a relative sprog in the team on my first sea training programme. A few of the older hands down the mess were soon roping me into my first night ashore in Portland and then possibly onto Weymouth to cheer me up and forget about her. After the evening meal on board and a few tins of CSB down the mess, we piled down the gangway and through the dockyard gates. First port of call was the Green Shutters, it was a nice change to be drinking out of a glass again instead of a tin. The Shutters was quite a busy pub, as well as those of us from our ship there was also a crowd down from the shorebase. The latter giving the added benefit of a bit of totty on view with a few of the WRNS from the base out with their mates.

The beers flowed, the banter grew, a bit of flirting with the WRNS and the barmaids and soon we were making plans for our next stop. There were only two choices really. Pile into taxis for Weymouth, a few more pubs and up into the Steering Wheel 'nightclub'. Or stagger down the hill to the Vicky Lodge which had a late license and a bit of a disco. As it was our first night ashore, we opted for the Vicky Lodge, a less than salubrious establishment, but one that served beer into the early hours. As last orders were called in the Shutters, everyone piled out. My messmates and I staggered down the hill, laughing and joking with the guys and girls from the base.

As we arrived outside, Gaz one of the old hands down the mess took me to one side.

"Don't drink the draught beer in here Chris, the owners a cheapskate and doesn't clean his pipes out properly," he said, "Stick to bottled beer or you'll end up with gut rot."

And so it was this Southern lad got his first taste of bottled Newcastle Brown Ale, a taste I learned to enjoy. I soon realised that the Lodge, like a lot of other drinking and dancing establishments favoured by the Navy such as Joanna's in Pompey, had carpets that would take your shoes off! They were so sticky from spilt drinks and God only knows what else. We were all several sheets to the wind by this point and dancing around like complete loons along with everyone else in there. A few of the lads from the mess had paired off with girls from the base and were soon fencing tongues in the darker corners of the bar.

My eye however had been caught by an older woman who was dancing with a group of friends, they looked more like locals than WRNS. Gaz, stood beside me, was also eyeing up one of the group.

"If anything happens here mate, not word when we get back to Guzz," he instructed, "don't want the missus finding out what I have been up to. She thinks I'm on duty all weekend."

"Don't worry, not a peep," I laughed back.

What had caught my eye about the lady I was watching, was the way she danced. Not a care in the world, letting her dress flare up as she span, flashing the tops of her stockings and the white flesh of her thighs. I was also wary as I saw the glint of a gold ring on her wedding finger. Something about her though had me hooked.

"Wouldn't worry about the ring Chris," laughed Gaz, "hubby is probably on duty or his ship is away somewhere. That's a a gaggle of matelots wives if ever I saw one!"

Just then the woman Gaz was after grabbed my targets dress and lifted it high, exposing a completely bare set of buttocks, framed by suspender straps.

"Fuck me she's gone commando!" I thought to myself.

The lady blushed and giggled drunkenly as she danced, then did the same back to her mate, only this time spanking her ass.

I followed Gaz as he moved in, hoping to tag on if he was successful in his hunt. We danced closer to the ladies and Gaz introduced us over the loud music, then offered to buy them drinks. The pair of them laughed and accepted the drink offer. so I was soon heading back to the bar for two rum and cokes, leaving my bottle of brown with Gaz. As I turned from the bar, I saw Gaz leading them towards the back of the bar away from the dancefloor so headed over. He nabbed a table and we were soon chatting with Helen, Gaz's target, and Wendy, the lady I had my eye on.

Gaz's assessment had been right, they were both married to guys normally based on the Air Station, but currently away at sea as helicopter crew. They were out celebrating the fortieth birthday and divorce of one of the other women in the group.

Helen pointed out one of the group who was currently sandwiched between two of our messmates on the dancefloor as their hands groped her through her dress.

"She want's to get fucked silly tonight, now the divorce is through she has to move out of the married quarters in a week or so. Hubby is on duty tonight and has moved back on base till she moves out." Wendy explained. "She's a randy cow and will eat your mates alive when she gets them back to the house later!"

I laughed, "they'll be alright, won't be the first threesome those two have pulled." Davy and Taff had a reputation down the mess as serial shaggers.

Wendy looked back at me smiling, "well your mate doesn't exactly hang around either does he!"

I looked across to see Gaz wrapped around Helen as they tried to eat each other alive.

"Come on," I said, "lets have a dance and leave them to it."

I took her hand and led her up to the dance floor area again. Just as we arrived the DJ started playing the end of night smooches and I soon had Wendy pulled in close as we moved around on the spot in a dark corner of the floor. Her subtle perfume was intoxicating after several weeks down the mess with thirty sweaty sailors.

"You smell gorgeous," I quipped as we danced.

She giggled back, then asked me, "just how old are you anyway?"

"Nineteen," I replied.

"Christ," she laughed, "I'll get done for cradlesnatching! You're half my age!"

"Who cares?" I laughed back, "And you certainly don't look that old, I had you down as thirty at most!"

At that she gave me a deep kiss, "Flattery will get you everywhere!"

We were soon kissing deeply, tongues fighting each others as my hands ran up and down her body. I grabbed hold of her arse through her skirt giving it a good squeeze, then ran my fingers up and down the straps of her suspender belt.

"Your legs look bloody sexy in those stockings," I said to her, "so much sexier than tights! Just a shame I only got a brief glimpse!"

"Why do you think I wear them," she giggled, "I know what you guys are like when you catch a glimpse of stocking tops and they make me feel so much sexier!"

Carefully I slipped my hand under the skirt and cupped the bare cheeks of her bottom.

"Damn," I laughed, "I wasn't sure before, but now I know you haven't got any knickers on!"

"Hate wearing them, too fiddly when I need the loo, especially if I've been drinking!" she giggled.

Just then the music came to an end and the lights went up in the bar. I slipped my hand back round her waist and pulled her in for another kiss.

"So are you coming back to mine, or do you need to get back on board?" she asked.

"Let's get a taxi," I replied.

She smiled back, "I was hoping you'd say that! I think Helen and your mate have the same idea. Let's share a taxi, she lives a few doors down from me."

"Give me two mins to have a chat with one of the lads," I said.

I nipped over and collared Bungy, one of my messmates.

"You're in there mate!" he laughed, "want me to peg you and Gaz back in on the gangway?"

As we hadn't requested weekend leave, technically we had to be back on board by eight o'clock Saturday morning. But it was common practice if someone got lucky for messmates to put their peg on the gangway board from ashore to onboard.

"Cheers mate!" I said, "put a couple of tins against my name for yourself."

I dashed back over to Wendy and we headed out to grab a taxi back up the hill to the estate she and Helen lived on. Wendy, Helen and Woody sat in the back and I jumped in the front. Helen and Gaz practically fucking each other next to Wendy. We pulled up outside Helen's house and the two of them dashed inside, as Wendy led me down the road to her place. No sooner were we in the front door and our shoes kicked off, than we were all over each other. She started undoing the buttons on my shirt, as I reached round and undid the zip on her dress. I eased it off her shoulders and let it fall around her feet.

"Fuck!" I gasped, "you look gorgeous!" I couldn't stop staring for a few seconds at the sight of her in her lacy black bra, matching suspender belt and stockings.

"You're not so bad yourself," she whispered as she pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. Her fingernails raking down my back and over my chest. Then she dropped to her knees and started to undo my belt as she popped open my trousers and pulled them down my leg. My cock was desperately trying to escape my tight pants as she ran her fingers over it. Then she grabbed the waist band and pulled those down as well. I kicked off my trousers and pants then gasped as Wendy took my cock deep into her mouth.

"Fucking hell Wendy," I groaned, "you keep that up I'm going to come any second!"

"That's the plan!" she laughed as she pulled her mouth of my cock, "that way you'll last longer when we get down to fucking properly! I want to feel this bad boy in my pussy!"

Now I was no virgin, but this was the first time I had been deepthroated as Wendy grabbed my arse cheeks and forced her mouth all the way to the base of my cock. It was too much for me.

"Shit Wendy, I'm cominnnnngg!" I gasped as my balls clenched and I exploded into her mouth. I was gobsmacked when she didn't pull away like previous girlfriend had and locked her lips around the tip swallowing every drop.

"Bloody hell Chris, when did you last have a proper shag!" she moaned, "I thought you were going to drown me! Tastes nice though!"

"About two months ago," I gasped, as I slumped backwards onto her sofa. "that was un-fucking believable! I have never come like that!"

I took a minute to catch my breath then pulled Wendy up onto the sofa, laid her back and buried my face into her pussy.

"Now it's my turn!"

This was something my ex wasn't into, deeming it dirty. I had experimented with a previous girlfriend, but we were both as inexperienced as each other.

Wendy was soon guiding me into improving my oral technique, my tongue somehow finding the right spots to draw out long moans of pleasure as her heels beat down on my back. The feel of her stockings on my shoulders and ears was so sexy.

"That's it just theerrrrrrre!" she screamed as I finally brought her to her own orgasm.

I moved up the sofa and held Wendy in my arms, "Hope that felt as good as it sounded?"

"For an enthusiastic amateur, it hit the spot perfectly!" she laughed, "we can work on your technique some more over the weekend!"

Wendy led me up the stairs to her bedroom, pushing me down onto to her bed. I wriggled up the bed till my head was on her pillows, as she started to straddle me, rubbing the tip of my hardening cock against her wet lips.

"Oh fuck yes, that's what I like about a younger man, quick recovery time!"

As she lowered her pussy onto my cock she reached back and undid her bra, revealing her breasts for the first time. She leaned forward to kiss me, as her hips started to rise and fall. Her nipples rubbing against mine and my chest hair seemed to send her into another level of excitement. I lifted my head and started to pinch and nibble her nipples, which just seemed to keep growing. The more I played with them the more she moaned.

"Oh fuck yes," Wendy screamed, "bite them, pull them! I love them hurting!"

The more I tortured her nipples, the wilder Wendy got. Her hips were driving up and down on my cock like wild thing, I had never experienced anything like it before.

I lifted her off my cock and moved her onto all fours on the bed. The sight of the suspender straps over her bum cheeks and down to her stockings was so arousing. I couldn't help but fondle her peachy buttocks.

"Stop playing around and fuck me Chris!" she gasped as she wiggled her bum in front of me. "I was nearly there before you moved me, that was cruel!"

Kneeling behind her, I couldn't resist landing a couple of hard spanks on her bare backside.

"Ow, you fucker that hurt!" she giggled, "But you can keep going as long as you get that cock in me!"

I eased my cock into her pussy once more, holding her hips firmly as I bottomed out. As I built up a rhythm, driving in and out of her pussy, I started to spank alternate cheeks on her bum.

"Ooh you kinky sod!" she giggled, "How did you know I like my bum spanked! Stop being so gentle though you won't hurt me!"

She started pushing back with her hips in time with my thrusts, driving my cock ever deeper into the tight pussy.

"Harder!" she screamed, "Fuck me harder!"

Heaven only knows what her neighbours must have thought was happening as the combination of screams and the headboard banging against the wall.

I reached down with my finger and started to scoop some of the juices dripping down her thighs onto my thumb. Holding her cheeks firmly, I placed the tip of my thumb against the tight brown ring of her bottom, slowly easing it inside.

"What the fuck!" she groaned, "you're kinkier than I gave you credit for! That feels so good!"

"I couldn't resist," I laughed, "been watching too many porn videos on board. Your hole seemed to be winking at me!"

As I spoke I replaced my thumb with a couple of fingers and started to stretch the tight hole a little wider. As I did so Wendy reached under her pillow and pulled out a thin white vibrator. Turning it on she passed it back to me.

"Use that instead of your fingers!" she groaned, "I like being filled in both holes!"

The sensation of the vibrations in her arse against my cock were mindblowing, it was certainly driving Wendy to a whole new level.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she gasped, "I'm nearly there! Put your cock in my arse!"

I pulled the vibrator out and eased my cock against the tight hole, planning to ease it in gently. But Wendy had other ideas, as soon as the tip started to slide into her tight back passage, she drove back with her hips forcing me inside up to the hilt. Then she reached back under her pillow, pulling out another vibrator, this one a bit larger. She reached between her thighs and pushed it hard into her pussy. The combination was too much for us both, Wendy screamed her way to a massive orgasm, as I emptied my balls into her bottom. We collapsed on top of each other, gasping for breath.

"Thank you Chris!" she moaned, "that was amazing, I so needed that!"

We literally fell asleep curled up together at that point, I had just enough energy to pull the quilt over us before we dropped off.

The next morning I struggled to wake up, my brain completely confused as to where I was. My head ached from the previous nights booze and my arms and thighs from the bedtime exertions. As my eyes finally opened, Wendy appeared in the bedroom doorway, wearing a sexy silk chemise and carrying a tray.

"Tea and bacon sarnies to recharge with I think is the order of the day," she laughed, "hope I haven't worn you out too much?"

I smiled back, "With a vision a sexy as you look, a cuppa and bacon sarnie I feel better already!"

She climbed into bed, putting the tray on her side table, I pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered in her ear, "thank you for last night, it was amazing and just what I needed!" I then explained the letter from my ex and how down I had been. "Seeing you and dancing with you in the bar last night just brightened everything and cheered me up no end. The rest of the night was a very unexpected bonus!"

"Well just so you know I don't do this sort of thing all the time!" she laughed, "you caught me by surprise. A few too many wines with the girls before we came down, loosened me up more than I realised. Dave's been away three months now and all the hormones and frustrations came rolling into one. We have an agreement that when he is on long deployments we can both have the occasional fling if the opportunity arises. In fact you can do me a favour later and take some saucy photo's of me so I can put them in his next letter."

Just then we heard the phone ringing downstairs, Wendy nipped down to answer it then called me down.

"Sounds like your mate and Helen had as strenuous a night as we did!" she laughed, "He's heading back in a taxi for some clean clothes if you want to share the cab. Helen's going to drive down in an hour and pick him up again."

"Might be an idea," I said smiling, "if you want me to come back that is? My clothes must reek of fag smoke and booze from the pubs!"

"Damn right you're coming back," she giggled, "plenty more fun to be had this weekend. Bring some glad rags for a night out and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Oh, and a toothbrush!"

So Gaz and I headed back to the dockyard in the taxi, swapping tales of the nights adventures. Needless to say we had the piss ripped out of us royally when we got down the mess. Even more so when we just showered and both headed back up the gangway with a holdall with a change of clothes in an hour or so later!

By lunchtime I was back at Wendy's, sitting down to homemade soup and fresh rolls.

After that as they say is a whole other story...