The Benefit of Experience

This story is based on an actual encounter with an older work colleague in the 90s, when I was in my early twenties.

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It was late summer. I had recently left university and, after a few weeks off and very little idea what I wanted to do with my life, I took a job in the local council office covering basic admin tasks. It wasn't the sort of career job I'd hoped for, but it was a good stepping stone solution while I was looking for something more permanent, an opportunity to earn some money and get some real-life experience of work.

I was based in a small central office with six or seven other admin staff; all women and all older than me.

Having never worked in a female-dominated office environment before, I was a little surprised at how risqué some of the conversations were when the bosses weren't around; often not very PC and very forthright with their (sometimes raunchy) thoughts about men who worked elsewhere in the building... the sort of thing that wouldn't happen today. It was an eye-opening experience for a young man new to this type of environment, but I didn't mind it; they were all very nice to me.

At the time, I was a good-looking lad, nearly six foot tall, blonde hair and in good athletic shape. Looking back, having me working in the office was probably as much a novelty for them as it was for me.

My colleagues were mostly in their 50s and 60s, although there were two I remember that were 40i or under.

Rachel, the boss's secretary, was around 30, and had a friendly and pleasant demeanour. She had long, dark hair and was very attractive. She usually wore standard office attire for the time: blouses, long skirts, and small heels. While she was extremely nice, she was always professional, with conversation never straying far from workplace topics, so I didn't get to know much about her beyond that, although I believe she was in a relationship with no children.

The other 'younger' lady was called Polly. One of the general office staff, Polly was about 40 and, while not as classically pretty as Rachel, she was a lot less guarded and had a certain way about her-- more suggestive and flirtatious, occasionally even lascivious. She was very chatty and liked to engage in a bit of office gossip, happy to talk about her own personal life and quite open about her views on men and sex.

She had short, wavy brown hair, and while there were some signs of her age starting to show, with a few laughter lines around her eyes, she had a somewhat age-defying figure... and knew it.

She was shortish, perhaps only 5ft 5 inches tall, but kept herself in shape and usually wore tight-fitting trousers with equally tight, low-cut t-shirts. She had a round, firm-looking bum, with a small waist, flat stomach, and, eye-catching, impressively large breasts.

Courtesy of some decent bras and her low-cut tops, her cleavage was on show much of the time. While I suspected she was quite proud of it, I also heard her complain a couple of times that men would stare at her chest while talking to her. I didn't want to be inappropriate or appear lecherous and concentrated hard not to look whenever I was talking to her.

Initially, I was reluctant to get too involved in the office banter when it came to anything to do with the opposite sex. While I'd had plenty of experience with women my own age during the previous three years at university, this was a different, older crowd, and I didn't know where the line was drawn between funny and offensive.

As I got to know people over the first few weeks. Things became more relaxed.

None of them had been to university, and they occasionally probed me for tales of student life - how often did I go out (2 or 3 times a week), did students really spend all day in bed (sometimes), did I sleep with lots of girls (I did alright on that front, without going into specifics).

Most of my colleagues were married with grown-up kids, many of whom still lived at home. I discovered Polly was married with a late-teenage daughter. Her daughter must only have been a few years younger than me, because Polly mentioned there'd been some friction between them due to her daughter thinking Polly was too flirty with her male friends.

On one occasion, I was helping her with some photocopying (yes, we still did that then), and the machine was located in a quiet corridor away from the main office. We were alone, and she started a conversation about her daughter. "She's in a mood with me at the moment. She had a go at me for flirting with her male friends, but I really don't. I don't know what makes her think that?"

It was a rhetorical question, but she obviously wanted a talk about it and maybe even wanted the opinion of a man of a similar age to her daughter's friends. I felt I'd got to know her well enough at this stage to get into it. "Well... I can sort of understand that."

"Can you? What do you mean?" She looked puzzled, but also a little amused and intrigued.

I got a little nervous. "Well... er..."

"Go on, say what you're thinking!"

I got the impression she already knew what I was thinking, but was enjoying making me squirm a bit. "Well... I can sort of understand why she might feel a bit jealous."

"Go on..." her smile widened.

"Well... you, er... you are, er... an attractive woman!"

Her eyes and smile widened, and I thought she might start to laugh, but she didn't say anything at all. So I kept going to avoid an uncomfortable silence. "Um... and it might be a bit weird for her, having her friends, you know, er... fancy her Mum."

Then she did start to laugh (thank god she wasn't offended), and went a little red too.

"Oh, really! I doubt it. I'm about twice their age!" She laughed.

"Oh, I don't know." I subconsciously glanced at her chest and cleavage... and Polly saw it.

"Naughty!" She quietly chided me, but with a somewhat knowing, maybe even slightly flirty tone.

I felt a twinge in my trousers. "What?!?" I feigned ignorance, but with a half-embarrassed, half-cheeky smile on my face. She gave me a knowing wink and turned her attention back to the photocopier with a grin still on her face. The conversation had run its course; we finished up what we were doing and headed back to the main office.

I followed her along the corridor; there wasn't anyone else around, so I let my eyes drift over her tiny waist and curvaceous arse. I'd had plenty of experience with the opposite sex in the last few years at university, but they'd all been somewhat self-conscious 18-22-year-old girls... Polly was a mature, fully developed woman. What would it be like to run my hands over that round arse? To have sex with someone that experienced and confident in their sexual desires?

Being young and horny, I couldn't always control my libido. I had a good-size, thick cock, and it was rock hard now, quite obviously protruding from the front of my trousers. I don't know if anyone noticed, but at the first opportunity, I went to the gents' toilets, barricaded myself in a cubicle, and promptly wanked off into a handful of tissues... those tits... that arse... the thought of sex with an older, more experienced, married woman. It didn't take long.

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Over the next few months, I settled into office life and, by November, I'd also moved into a cheap, rented flat above a shop, not too far from the office.

As we moved into the winter months, Christmas parties started to get organised. Being a council office, we paid for everything ourselves, so our Christmas party consisted of a few after-work drinks on a Friday at the pub.

As you can imagine, this was when people's guards, including mine, really dropped and the skeletons came out of the cupboard. For most of my female colleagues, this consisted of who they liked (or really didn't like) at work. With Polly, this was a window into her laissez-faire attitude towards men and relationships.

She'd mentioned several times that her husband was her soulmate, and she seemed genuinely to be in a happy marriage. But he was a long-distance lorry driver and was away a lot. He never came to work events, and she often went out with groups of female friends at weekends.

From what she told me, it seemed like her marriage vows were a little loose on those evenings. She certainly never mentioned actually sleeping with other men, but she seemed comfortable with flirting, and, at this time of year, 'Christmas kisses' under the mistletoe were deemed perfectly acceptable.

About halfway through the evening, I found myself in a one-on-one conversation with her. She was wearing one of her trademark tight red tops with a plunging neckline that put her cleavage fully on show, with an above-the-knee tight black skirt, a pair of black knee-high boots... and a Santa hat. She looked hot.

Clearly a few drinks down, she became even more direct in her questioning about my sex life.

Was I seeing anyone? ... I had a friend with benefits from uni.

What was her name and what did she like? ... Sarah, long brown hair, slim, 23.

How often did we meet? ... every couple of weeks.

Did we have sex all the time? ... not always, but often.

Where did we do it?...

This was where the drinks caused me to give away more than I usually would.

"Usually at her house... but there was this one time in the summer..."

"Oh yes?" an excited grin spread across Polly's face. "Go on!"

"Well... there was this time, we were out, we'd had a few drinks, it was late, and we took a detour through the local park... and we had sex in the park behind some trees."

She giggled excitedly and, as she stepped closer to keep the conversation private, her large breasts pressed against my arm. "Oh, really! Was it fun? Weren't you worried about getting caught?" She tried to make it sound like banter, but I got the impression she was getting turned on, as was I... I felt a twinge in my trousers.

I decided to give her some details and see how she'd react "I wasn't worried about it.. I was horny! But, actually, some guy did walk down the footpath as I was taking her from against the tree."

"Ooo... do you think he saw you?" She looked a little flushed.

"If he did, he pretended not to."

"Ummm. What would you do if he'd seen you?"

"I don't know... that's part of the fun though, isn't it? The chance someone will see." I decided it was time for some quid pro quo, "Come on, don't tell me you haven't done it outdoors before?"

Polly didn't even hesitate. "oh yeah, sure... of course!"

Her guard seemed completely down now, so I probed further "ok, where's the most unusual place you've had sex?"

"Oooo... I'm not sure... on a hotel balcony, in an alleyway, in the woods, in a club toilet, in a kitchen at a party! Pick one!

"Oh, you get around a bit!" I joked, my cock getting increasingly firm as I mentally pictured Polly in each scenario.

"Anywhere other than the bedroom is good for me!" She smiled provocatively.

"Oh I see. Have you ever been caught?"

"I don't think so, although I wouldn't care if i was!"

"Ummm... dirty girl!" I whispered, half joking, half flirting.

She laughed and glanced down at the lump protruding from the front of my trousers. "I'm not the only one!"

"What are you two in such deep conversation about?" We were joined by Rachel and the conversation quickly moved on to safer ground and plans for the weekend.

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As closing time approached, I was quite drunk and chose to head home. It was a cold and frosty evening, and there was a huge queue at the taxi rank. Fortunately, my flat being only a five-minute away, I could easily walk.

Polly had left a few minutes before me and was standing at the end of the queue. She looked cold and there were no taxis in sight. Being the 90s most people still didn't have mobile phones and Uber was more than a decade away.

"This queue looks like it will take ages. Do you want to call a taxi from my place" It was a genuine offer of help; Polly only lived a few miles away herself, but too far to walk for a woman on her own and drunk at that time of night.

She looked hugely relieved, "Oh, is that ok? That would be great. Thank you!"

We walked the short distance to my flat, the door was at the back of the shops, up a flight of metal, fire escape-style steps. It was a small, basic, one bedroom flat with a small living room overlooking the street, but it was cheap and, importantly, warm. I lived alone, but I love Christmas and the flat was fully decked out.

"Oh god. That's better!" Polly exclaimed as she walked through the door into the kitchen and felt the warmth.

"The phone is in the living the room." I gestured towards the narrow hallway, figuring she'd be keen to order a taxi as soon as possible.

"Oh thanks." She slipped off her shoes, walked straight through and made a call while I switched on a few lights and then followed her into the living room. I could only hear her half of the conversation, but it was obvious there was going to be quite a wait for a taxi.

"... oh, really? That long?... well I guess it is Christmas!" She glanced at me apologetically. I shrugged a 'no problem' sort of reply, she confirmed the booking and put the phone down.

She immediately started to apologise. "I'm really sorry, it's going to be about an hour. I should have booked a taxi in advance. If you want to go to bed I can let myself out when it comes!"

"It's no problem, really. I always stay up for a bit when I get in. Take your coat off and have a seat. Do you want a drink?"

She visibly relaxed at my reassurance. "Oh thanks. Yes, I'd love a drink, what have you got?"

In truth, not very much. "Is a gin and tonic ok?"

"Perfect!"

While I got the drinks from the kitchen, Polly took a nosey look around the flat. Being small and all on one floor, it didn't take long. She was peering around the bedroom door when I returned with the drinks.

As it often did with Polly, the conversation soon started to crackle with a strong undercurrent of sexual banter, but for once we were alone with nobody to interrupt and we'd both had a lot to drink.

"So this is where the action happens!" she smiled teasingly.

"Actually. I think you might be the first woman I've had in my bedroom." I responded playfully. I handed Polly her drink and we moved back to the living room. Not having been there long, I didn't have much furniture, so we both sat on the sofa, slightly turned towards each other.

"Oh dear! What a waste of having your own place!" she continued to tease. "Haven't you entertained Sarah here?"

"Not yet, I always go to her place!"

"You'll have to put that right. When I got my first place, the first thing I did was christen every room."

"What, even the kitchen?"

"Of course. You've got to christen the kitchen worktop!" She started to giggle. The mental image was enough for me to feel an erection forming in my jeans and from where Polly was sitting it would be quite visible to her.

The thought of her seeing my erection heightened my sense of arousal and my cock quickly became fully erect.

Most younger women I'd met to this point would be too self conscious to have this kind of sex ladened conversation with someone from work. But not Polly, an older, more self-assured woman, she was much more comfortable with it.

In my inebriated state, I didn't try to hide my arousal and it didn't take long for Polly to notice.

"Is that idea getting you a bit frisky?" She said laughing and nodding towards by crotch.

"Well, ... maybe. Anyway, why are you looking at my cock?!?!" I joked back, intentionally trying to embarrass her.

"It's difficult to miss..." She said, now openly staring at it. "... are you, ummm, quite large?"

"I've not had any complaints!" There was a brief pause and, full of liquid courage, I decided there would be no better time to change this up.

"You want to take a look?..."

"What?!?!" Poly gasped

"Would you like to see it?... My cock! Perhaps you could tell me how it compares?

She looked shocked but not offended. I'd caught her off guard. She didn't say anything immediately. I could see she was at the very least curious, but was weighing up the potential ramifications.

"I don't mind..." I looked to reassure her. "... it can be our secret."

She shot a slightly more serious look at me. "All this conversation must stay between us!"

I replied calmly. "Oh, of course."

Her gazed slowly moved back to my crotch. "Go on then!"

I slowly started to undo my belt, waiting to see if she'd suddenly tell me to stop or claim she'd only been joking, but she didn't. In fact, as I popped the button open at top of my jeans and started to slowly undo the zip, I could see her breath quicken, her chest rising and falling with heightening excitement.

I pushed my jeans down slightly and spread them apart at the open zip. Leaning back in the sofa, revealing my black lycra trunks, covering my large, rock hard cock. It was so erect now it almost poked out the top of my trunks.

Polly's eyes were locked on the outline of my stiff cock. She nodded slowing toward it. "That looks, er... quite impressive. Show me then... let's see it!" Her tone had shifted from playful banter to nervous excitement, her mouth sounded a little dry. I had a feeling I was in control of the situation now.

"Well." I said with a glint in my eye. "If you want to see it... go ahead... take it out yourself." I kept my tone playful. Goading and baiting Polly to go further.

She stared up at me, still smiling but shocked, as if she couldn't quite believe the audacity of this young man, challenging her boundaries. I knew she was curious... and I knew she didn't want to be the one to back down either.

She held my gaze for a few seconds, waiting to see if I'd lose my nerve. I didn't. Then she bit her lip slightly and spoke calmly. "This is our secret... it doesn't leave this room." I nodded silently.

She leaned forward and, still holding my gaze, took hold of the top of my underwear with both hands, making sure to avoid contact with my protruding cock. I felt her fingers against my skin for the first time as she hooked them under the waist band. It caused my cock to visibly jolt.

Then she slowly started to pull my underwear and jeans down. My cock was sticking straight up toward my stomach and my bulbous, swollen head soon came into view, followed by the underside of my shaft. Polly kept her eyes fixed on mine, with the tip of her tongue pushed against her top lip. As my full cock was freed from my shorts it sprang out into a fully upright position

Polly's gaze quickly refocused on it; rock hard, veiny, throbbing and pointing straight at her. She took a sharp intact of breath. "Uummmmm..." A broad smile spread across her face. "Oooo.... Hello, look at you!"

I suddenly felt quite vulnerable; my manhood now fully exposed for Polly's judgement, while she was fully clothed and covered up. I tried to remain cool, even though my heart was pounding. "You like it?"

"Ummmmm... it's a nice one!" Polly smiled with a glint in her eye. "Bigger than I thought you'd be."

I tensed my pelvic muscles and made my erection wag back and forth. Polly snorted with laughter. "That's quite a talent!" She was just staring at it. "I'd forgotten how hard you young guys get... I bet those student girls liked it!?!?"

"Some of them certainly did."

"I bet they did!" She said admiringly.

Her hand was resting on my leg, just inches from my cock. "You can touch it if you'd like... I don't mind!"

"I know you wouldn't!" Polly fired back, looking from my cock to me and then back to my cock. "I'm not sure that would be a very good idea."

"It's our secret, remember..." I continued to reassure her.. I very much wanted her to touch me. "... nobody will know."

She bit her lip, looking conflicted. Then, under her breath, muttered "fuck it!" She slid her hand slowly back up my leg, I felt the tips of her fingers against my shaft, tracing up its full length and over the head. I was so turned on, so stiff, I had to concentrate just so I didn't cum over her hand right there and then.

Polly's fingers wrapped around my shaft, she looked me in the eye. "This MUST stay between us!"

I looked at her hand around my stiff cock. "Um, yes... of course." I half gasped, as her hand started to slowly stroke my cock.

Polly was staring at my cock as she wanked it. The tip of her tongue slowly moving back and forth across her top lip; I wondered if she was getting ready to suck me. "Um... god, this thing's hard." She grinned as she kept wanking me.

I looked over her curves; her breasts, her arse, her thighs. I reached out and placed my hand on her knee, sliding slowly up her thigh; it was firm and shapely. She didn't resist, so I continued up her side and then slid my hand over her breast. She didn't say anything but adjusted her position slightly to give me better access. I slid my full over her tit and gentle squeezed. I could feel her lacy bra through her top and her hard nipple. Her breasts we're easily the biggest I'd touched to date. They were less firm than many of the younger women I'd been with, but there was something incredibly erotic about touching this older, naturally curvy woman.

I was just wondering whether I should slide my hand under her top when there was a most unwelcome interruption - a knock at the door. Slightly startled, Polly released my cock and pulled away from my hand. "The taxi!" She exclaimed.

It was like she'd been snapped out of a trance. She smiled, looked a little red and stood up. "Um... Sorry, you'll have to finish that yourself."

"Oh, yes... right!" I said, pushing my rock hard cock back into my trousers.

I stood up as she put her coat on, then she turned towards me, looked at me for second and kissed me full in the mouth, running her hands over my arms. "Umm... Merry Christmas!" She said as she broke off the kiss. "Remember... it's our secret!"

"Sure." I replied. Then she headed out of the door and into the taxi.

I stood there for a moment, contemplating what had just happened. I could still feel her fingers around my stiff cock, her breast in my hand. I quickly undressed, jumped into bed and finished off the handjob Polly had started. I wondered if she'd play with herself when she got home... I bet she would. I shot a huge load into some tissues, then passed out.

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When I woke up on Saturday I was still a little drunk and horny. I thought about the night before, Polly's hand around my cock, my hand squeezing her breast. What would they be like out of the bra? How far would things have gone if the taxi had been later? I fantasised about Polly riding me while I stroked my cock again.

Over the rest of the weekend I started to get apprehensive about seeing Polly in the office on Monday. Would it be really awkward? Would we even still be able to work in the same office? Would she tell anyone else?

It certainly felt tense, but Monday passed without incident. Aside from a few group conversations where she seemed to avoid eye contact, I didn't see much of Polly and I don't think anyone really noticed anything was off.

By Thursday we'd had the odd work-related conversation and things seemed fine, like we had a silent agreement to pretend last Friday didn't happen. I popped out at lunchtime to buy a sandwich and as i walked back through the town, I bumped into Polly coming in the other direction. We didn't try to avoid eye contact this time, although things still felt a little odd.

"Hi there, how's your week been?" Was my not-too-subtle attempt at an ice breaker.

"Yeah, good thanks..." she paused for a second then motioned to a nearby bench "... have you got a sec?"

"Sure." I tried to sound as relaxed as possible.

We sat down and, as usual, she got right to it. "Look, I'm so sorry about last Friday. I should never have led you on like that."

I was slightly taken aback, I thought it was me that done the leading on. "Oh... ok... umm, don't worry about it..."

"No, listen... as an older... you know... more experienced member of staff, I should never have taken advantage like that when we'd been drinking." She looked very on edge.

I hadn't really considered this; I'd expected to ask for a quick reaffirmation that everything was ok and I hadn't told anyone. I hadn't really thought about it as some sort of professional misconduct, but obviously Polly had. She seemed genuinely worried she may get in trouble for taking advantage of a younger, drunk, member of staff.

"Um... I didn't really think of it like that." I responded with a slightly confused tone.

"No?"

"No... I, er... I knew what I was doing... I, er... wanted to. You don't need to worry; I haven't told anyone."

She looked relieved "Really? It's just you haven't spoken to me much this week and I wondered if you'd felt bad?!?

"No, not at all. I thought you might feel awkward."

"Well, I did a bit on Saturday but... we're ok?"

I could feel the tension dissipating and I relaxed a bit. "Yes of course... I wanted to... I was enjoying it... well, up until the taxi driver arrived."

"Yes, I could tell that!" She smiled back, but then went a little red and changed course. "But you didn't mention it to anyone?"

"No of course not, and I'm not intending to either... I didn't really see it as a work thing. Just two friends who'd had a few drinks and... er... had a bit of fun."

Polly, more relaxed now, smiled faintly and gazed silently at me for a second before responding. "A friendly bit of fun?"

"Yes. Is that ok?" I asked.

"Absolutely, that's what I'd hope you'd say! We're good then? Shall we pretend like it never happened?" She sighed.

"Well... I'm not sure about that! We can if you'd like. But I don't regret it... I certainly enjoyed myself. It's a shame the Taxi turned up."

She snorted, looked a little flushed and change the subject "Well, I need to get back, see you back at the office". She promptly stood up and walked away. I watched her round bum as she went.

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The rest of the day passed without anything other than the odd bit of office chat and I headed home on time, happy that things had been resolved with Polly.

I hadn't been at home long when the door bell went. I wasn't expecting anyone and got something of a surprise when I opened the door to see Polly stood there. "Hi, sorry to turn up unannounced. Can I come in a minute."

"Yes, no problem. Of course, come in". She walked through the kitchen into the living room. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes, fine. I just thought. Um... after our conversation earlier was pretty brief, that I'd pop round. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, not a problem. You can come round anytime you like."

"Oh right, good!" Polly smiled still looking a little awkward. I got the impression this was an impulsive visit and she had really thought through what she was going to say.

"Take your coat off. Do you want drink? A glass of red?" I wanted her to feel welcome and it was almost the weekend after all.

"Oh, yes go on then!" She relaxed a bit. I poured two glasses in the kitchen. My mind was racing; was she here to continue our chat, to make sure she was out of trouble? I thought we'd resolved that earlier.

I took the drinks through to the living room. She was already sat on the sofa... the same place she'd sat on her last visit.

I sat next her, as I had before, and passed her a glass. "What can I do for you then?" I asked, knowing it could be taken in different ways. I glanced down to her top; she was wearing the usual tight, low-cut t-shirt; her cleavage was on show.

She took a large gulp from her drink. "Well. I was just thinking... about our conversation earlier... and wanted to make sure we're both on the same page."

"Ok, what do you mean?"

"Well, you mentioned, er... last Friday, just being a bit of fun."

"Yeah." I nodded.

"I just wanted to make sure you hadn't told anyone? That it stays between us?" She took another big gulp of her wine.

"Oh, right. Of course. No, it stays between us. Like we agreed." I reassured her.

"Ok, good." She looked a bit more relaxed. "Sorry to keep asking, but I know you young guys and how you like to brag! If it got out I'd be in big trouble at work... and at home!"

"No, I'm not one to brag. It would only cause trouble for everyone."

"Ok. Good" she took a last sip of her drink and put the glass in the table. "So... as long as it's just a bit of fun... and we're not telling anyone... do you want to fuck me?"

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Polly was typically to the point. Being offered sex in such blunt and direct terms instantly sent my cock into action and I responded in kind. "Yes, I think I would!"

I put my glass on the table and Polly, not wasting any time, reached over to my trousers. "Let's pick up where we left off, shall we." She quickly undid my belt, button and zip, and pushed me back into the sofa. I'd never had a women be so assertive before and it was amazing.

She grabbed my trousers and underwear waist together and forcefully pulled them. I lifted my arse off the chair and my clothing slid down releasing my nearly fully erect cock. "Ummm, look at that..." Polly was staring at my cock. "I've been thinking about that all week"

She pulled my trousers off completely, then pushed my legs apart, kneeling between my legs, properly taking in the sight of my bare cock and balls. "Ummmm, that is a nice one!"

She slid her hands up the inside of my thighs and up to my groin. One hand gripped my cock, while she cupped my balls with the other. She slowly started stroking me up and down while massaging my balls. "God, this is a nice cock."

I was still taking in the scene of my older, married work colleague kneeling between my legs wanking me off. I had a perfect view down her top. Her large breasts heaving. "I want you to take your clothes off." I panted as she pumped my cock.

"Patience,..." Polly had a dirty look in her eye, "... we'll get to that." Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth.

She started to lick and suck around the head as she continued to slowly stroke my shaft. She wasn't rushing like most girls did, she was taking her time... and it felt incredible. I wondered how many cocks she sucked, how experienced she was at making men cum. Sarah wasn't even that keen on giving blowjobs, but Polly clearly loved it.

She slid her lips and tongue down my shaft, almost taking the whole thing in her mouth. Then she slipped it out of her mouth and ran her tongue down my shaft and around my balls.

One hand wanking my cock, her tongue circling my balls, she ran her free hand under my top, over my toned stomach and chest. She briefly paused licking my balls "You've got a good body, I wondered if you kept yourself in shape." She looked like she might eat me alive and I could certainly think of worse ways to go.

I lifted my shirt over my head and discarding it onto the floor. I was now completely naked, she rubbed her hand over my chest and nipples.

My cock was so hard it was almost painful and I was getting impatient for more. "Come on, I've been wanting to see what's under your clothes for ages... take them off!"

Polly stopped licking sucking my balls and leaned back on her knees, she had a look of excitement mixed with slight apprehension. "I'm not as young as you, you know... or your 'friend' Sarah!"

"And?"

"Well, I know I look ok with my clothes on, but just saying... I'm not 21 anymore."

I'd spent months lusting over Polly's womanly curves and engaging in sexually charged banter with her. I didn't have her down for the self conscious type, but now I could understand why she might be.

I moved off the chair so I was also knelling, directly in front of her. Then I leaned in and started to kiss her slender neck, letting my hand explore her body through her clothes. She was definitely more curvy than other woman I'd been with, but she kept herself in shape and firm. "You're so fucking hot!" was the best I could come up with in the moment. If that wasn't convincing, my massive hard on pressing her stomach should have been.

"Ummm" she moaned and started to breathe heavily. I slid one hand over her arse; it was big and curvy, but firm. I squeezed it hard. My other hand slid under her top, Polly gasped but she didn't resist.

I moved my hand over her breast. She was wearing a thin, lacy bra and now I could properly feel her full breast. Large and soft, her hard nipple was protruding through the material and flicked my thumb back and forth across it.

Polly was also exploring my body; one hand sliding over my muscular, taut back and over my bare arse. The other running over my chest, before settling back around my cock, which she slowly started to stroke again.

I pushed my hand down the back of Polly's trousers and squeezed her generous arse cheek. "Oh fuck... ummm!" She moaned.

She was sufficiently convinced of my desire for her now. I took hold of the hem of her t-shirt at either side and pulled it over her head. There was no resistance as she lifted her arms and her top was discarded in seconds.

I glanced at her chest and took in the full view of cleavage and breasts. Her bra was white and almost see-through. Her breasts were well proportioned and the sight of her cleavage just made me want to bury face in it. "Oh fuck, you're amazing!

Polly had regained her confidence. "Ummm, you've got a good body!" She continued to slowly pump my cock, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes!" I was transfixed by her wobbling chest as she wanked me off. "Do you?"

"Ummm..." she stared at the young, hard cock in her hand. "... Yes, I do. You've never fucked a real woman with this, have you?"

"No, no, I haven't!" I panted

With that she stood up, undid the front of her trousers and pushed them down and off. She was stood in front of me in just her bra and tiny white knickers. She had a truly hourglass figure. The large breasts, small waist, round hips and bum, with shapely legs. She was in good shape, but with a hint of cellulite on her thighs and bum.

She had a few stretch marks across her belly; the only signs that she'd had a child. If anything, it just added to the thrill of being with an older, natural woman. I wanted her so badly.

"Well, just so you know..." she continued with a dirty smile. "... the difference with experienced women is... we know what we like!"

She stepped around me, sat down on the sofa and, leaning back, she push her hips forward, and spread her legs. Still on my knees, I turned to face Polly and found myself between her legs. "Your turn. Go down on me." She demanded.

My gaze passed over her legs, up the inside of her thighs and onto her pussy, still covered by her knickers. I placed my hands on either knee and started to run my hands up her thighs. I bent forward and kissed up the inside of her firm legs until I reached her crotch. I started to kiss her pussy through her knickers. I took hold of the waist band, Polly raised her hips and lifting her arse off the sofa and I pulled her underwear off in one motion, discarding them on the floor.

Putting my hands back on her knees, I pushed her legs wide open and saw her pussy for the first time. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip, but otherwise hairless. I remember thinking how her lips appeared more pronounced and swollen than Sarah's tight, younger cunt. She was visibly wet.

"Go on, eat me."

I was rock hard and wasted no time obeying Polly's order. By this stage I'd gathered Polly wanted a direct approach; this wasn't romance, it was uncomplicated, no strings sex. She wanted my young cock and I wanted her experienced, womanly curves.

I plunged my face between her legs, licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy, pushing my tongue into her. Then I greedily sucked on her clit. Her pussy was sopping wet and my face was covered in her juice. "Ummmm, slower!" She panted.

I reduced to pace, slowly licking and sucking her clit. I slipped a couple of finger into her pussy. Meeting with no resistance at all I tried three... and then four. "Ummmm... yeessssss!" She moaned.

"Oh god, what a hot bitch,..." I thought. "... taking four fingers without a problems." It got me thinking about the men she'd been with. Did she do this a lot? How often did she screw her husband? When was the last time she had his cock where I now had my mouth and fingers? I knew he was away working and thought about him driving his lorry or sitting in one of those soulless truck stops, blissfully unaware that his wife was getting her pussy licked out by someone more than half his age.

I slid my fingers back and forth with ease. Polly moved her hips in time with my hand. Pushing forward on to my hand as I went inside. "Ummmmm... yeah... like that."

She arched her back, reached around, unclipped her bra and threw it away. Her huge breasts were free; they spread across her chest as she leaned back. I reached out with one hand, ran it across both tits, squeezing them gently and flicking both nipples with my thumb.

I was desperate to be inside her, to fuck Polly. I sat back and continued to finger fuck her as I fumbled in my trousers for my wallet. I pulled it from the pocket, opened it and took a condom from inside.

I slid my fingers from her and, still knelt between her legs, my large hard cock pointed directly at her entrance. I tore open the small silver packet. "You don't need to use that, if you don't want to..." Polly interrupted. "... I've got a coil!"

I dropped the condom, and without saying a word, I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. She put her hands on the back of my head and the end of my hard cock rubbed against her pussy. "Ooooo... mmmmm, yeah. Suck me tits!" She purred. I moved from one to the other, sucking and nibbling each nipple and burying my face in her huge mounds. I'd never experienced tits like this before.

She was writhing under me. Bucking her pussy against my cock. She was ready. I pulled away from her chest and gripped her hips with both hands. "Go on..." she sighed, "... do it, put it in me."

I pushed forward, the end of my cock slid between her wet lips and downwards, finding her fully open, willing hole. I slowly pushed past her lips and my cock head slipped into her cunt. I was fucking Polly; a married woman, and mother, nearly twice my age. I was fucking her and I loved it.

I easily slid in all the way to my balls, meeting none of the tight resistance that I did with Sarah. "Ummmmm." She moaned. "That's good!" I slowly drew back out and then back in again. "Ummmmm, faster. Do it faster!" She moaned.

I picked up the pace. "Oh yeah, that's good. harder, HARDER!" She demanded. I hooked my arms under her knees, lifting her legs up and over my shoulders. I had full access to her pussy now and started to slam my cock into Polly. "Uuurggghh, yeah, yeah, that's it, FUCK ME HARD, GIVE IT TO ME!" She was squeeze her big tits, pulling and flicking her own nipples.

Polly's unrestrained enthusiasm and absence of self-consciousness were a major turn on. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I would have done anything she asked in that moment. "MMMMMMM... OH... YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME!" She was cumming on my cock.

I slowed my pace; I wanted to prolong the experience and give her time to recover... but Polly wasn't finished. She pushed me away briefly and flipped over onto her knees, leaning over the back of the sofa and her big firm arse pushed out towards me. "Take me, fuck me!" She panted.

I grabbed her arse, squeezing her cheeks firmly, pulling them apart roughly. "Ummmm, yeah... do it to me!" She ordered.

I thrust my cock back into her from behind. Now, gripping her hips, I could fuck her really hard now. I thrust hard and fast into her. "UM.. YEAH... LIKE THAT... FUCKING USE ME... YOU DIRTY LITTLE BASTARD!" She was so loud I thought the neighbours would hear, but at this point I didn't care.

I ran my hand up her back and up to the back of her neck, she threw her head back submissively, I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as I thrust into her. "YOU DIRTY BITCH, FUCKING DIRTY BITCH!" I called out as I trust into her. I was about to cum and she knew it.

"STICK IT IN MY ARSE WHEN YOU CUM!" She cried out. That was it, I couldn't take anymore. I was going to cum. I pulled my cock from her pussy as the first ejaculation shot out over her pussy and arsehole. I pushed my cock head against her tight hole, my cum acting as a lubricant, I force the head inside as the second stream shot from my cock. "URGH... YEAHHHHH!" She groaned, as I went all the way in and shot several more streams of cum into her arse; the first arse I'd ever fucked.

I left my cock buried inside her arse as she finger herself to a second orgasm. "Mmmmm, oh god. That was amazing!" I laughed as got my breath back.

"Oh fuck, that was good!" Polly gasped for breath. She moved to sit on the sofa and my softening cock slipped easily from her arse.

She looked at me for a second with a dazed sort of smile. "I've wanted your cock for ages!"

"Likewise!" Was all I could muster as a response.

"You didn't disappoint! I forgot what it was like with a young guys..." she started to laugh, "so much energy... and such nice hard cocks!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it! You've got an amazing body... so fucking hot!"

She didn't say anything, but continued to smile, gaze into the middle distance.

Eventually she stood up, "I better get going." and started to put her clothes back on, which I took as my cue to do the same.

In no time she had her coat on and we were at the back door. "Remember, this is between us." She said with dirty smile. "Besides, it's not in your interests to tell anyone... if you want to do this again!"

I was certainly not going to tell anyone.

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Over the next month or so, Polly came to the flat on four or five occasions. It was true no-strings sex. I continued to see Sarah too. Sarah didn't know about Polly, but Polly didn't mind at all. She would even ask me about sex with Sarah while we were fucking.

I assumed she still had sex with her husband. She never went into detail, but one time, during a particularly vigorous fuck, I called her a slut for fucking two different cocks and her response was "Mmmmm, urrrggghhh, fuck yes!"

One Saturday afternoon both her daughter and husband were away and we spent the whole afternoon fucking. We must have exhausted every position and technique.

However, all good things come to an end and by the end of February I had been offered a new, permanent graduate job at a company in a different part of the country. I moved away soon after. It was too risky to stay in touch with Polly and unlikely we were ever going to be able to meet up, so contact between us soon petered out and we lost touch.

That was nearly 30 years ago and to this day, it's still some of the best sex I've ever had.