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I had never done anything like this before. I was 25, single and bored. I worked in an office where everyone was much older than me and mostly male. I was lucky enough to own my own very small flat and had just bought my first car. I didn’t meet girls socially much and lived a long way from my family, having moved to get the job.
In those far off days before the internet there weren’t so many opportunities to hook up. But I had placed a personal advert, jokingly referring to me as a car:
“19** model man available. Low mileage hardly been driven. Looks and sounds good but has a tendency to run on after owner has switched off, due to surplus intellect. Suit experienced female driver who knows what she wants and how to ask for it. All offers considered, Mike.”
I got one reply:
“Mike, sorry to hear you suffer from pre-ignition. I need to know you are genuine so reply with your phone number or it is no deal, Lynne.”
Then she wrote:
“Take your chance adventurous stranger strike the bell and brave the danger
Or wonder, till it drives you mad, what would happened if you had.”
I was somewhat intrigued and did some research. Pre-ignition refers to a car engine running on after being switched off. She clearly knew more about cars than I did. The quote sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite place it.
After much indecision I had sent her my number and sent the next few days agonising over whether I should have done.
Saturday morning and I was lazily still in bed when the phone rang.
“Hello Mike…” a rather throaty female voice, mature and sexy. Oh my god it must be her!
“Oh … hello!”
She laughed and started to ask me about myself, I told her everything she asked. After a while I plucked up the courage to ask her questions in return. She told me she had large breasts but a small bottom (rather awkward when buying clothes, she admitted). I didn’t ask her age but she was clearly older than me. She mentioned a town about fifteen miles away and a pub with a large car park. Before I knew it I was agreeing to meet her the following day for lunch there.
She added mysteriously “that gives us the afternoon if we want it”.
The following day I was nervous as hell. What if I got lost on the way and was late, I didn’t have her number? What if I crashed the car or it broke down or something? My hands were shaking as I drove into the pub car park.
I saw her sitting there in the sunshine at an outside table. It had to be her! She had tight trousers and a top that seemed to have difficulty restraining those splendid breasts. She was looking straight at me. My feelings were in conflict. She was clearly older than I imagined and I felt a surge of panic. What if I couldn’t perform? Suddenly I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to and it would be humiliating, she would feel insulted and it would be a disaster!
But casino oyna it was too late to back out now, I got out of the car and walked across to her and introduced myself: “Thank God for that I’m starving!” she replied and instantly my nerves started to settle.
It was a lovely sunny day but we went inside and found a corner table. It didn’t seem long before we were chatting away as if we had known each other all our lives. I discovered she was single with a son in the army. I found I really liked her but I kept thinking that she was too old for me and I didn’t know how to let her down gently. As we had lunch and a drink (just one, we were both driving) I found myself staring at those breasts. She had a kind of halter top with a cut out section that showed a bit of cleavage.
Finally we walked back across the car park to her car which was a convertible with the top down. I admired it. “Like me” she said. “Not young but a lot of fun!” I laughed and she got in and looked up at me. She took a bit of paper out of the door pocket and wrote her number down. “So, if you want to see me again, give me a call.” I took the paper, unsure what to say or do.
She looked up at me expectantly. Suddenly I found the words coming out of my mouth: “Would it embarrass you if I kissed you?” She gave that throaty laugh and I was kissing her hard on the mouth.
“Next time!” She laughed as she pushed me back and drove off waving. I was sure everyone was watching as I stumbled back to my car, and I had asked if she would be embarrassed!
All the way home I turned the thing over in my mind. Part of me said she was too old, I didn’t really fancy her and it would be a disaster. She would want an experienced man who could give her what she wanted. I was young with a good job and to be brutal about it, I could do better.
Nevertheless I found myself thinking about her more and more over the next few weeks although I had plenty of other things to worry about. Things were not going well at work, we lost a big client. Finally I was called in to see the boss.
“I am sorry Mike, I don’t think we can carry on like this. You’re not performing. You’ve got brains, even knowledge, but you just don’t have that drive, that determination to succeed. I feel it, the clients feel it. I have given you enough chances, I’m sorry, I’ll have to let you go. You can have a month’s pay, but there’s no point dragging it out. Goodbye Mike.”
Mechanically I got up and shook his hand. I cleared out my desk and went home. I told myself they were making a mistake, I was good at my job and had good qualifications. I would easily find a better job. I sent my CV everywhere. I used all my contacts, I put on my best suit and went cold calling, nothing. I was running out of money.
One Sunday morning I found myself looking at the paper with her phone number on it. I picked up the phone and called her. There was a long silence canlı casino down the phone after I said hello.
“Look Lynne I know it’s been a long time and I am sorry but…I really want to buy you lunch today at the pub, please.”
“I don’t know Mike, it’s not as if you could have been that keen on me is it? It’s going to be hot this afternoon, I was just going to be in the garden.” There was another long silence and then: “Be there in an hour and we’ll talk, don’t be late”.
I had a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Then I set off in my car to meet her, heart pounding. Fifty-five minutes and two traffic jams later I was speeding into the town when I noticed the fuel gage was nearly on empty. I pulled into a service station and then realised I had left my wallet at home when I changed by trousers. I couldn’t buy any petrol and wouldn’t be able to buy her lunch. Miserably I got drove to the pub, not knowing what else to do.
She was sitting where I first saw her with a drink in her hand. I walked over and sat down facing her. She looked me straight in the eye and ordered:
She was in shorts and a top that was even briefer that last time. I told her every last embarrassing detail, even down to my empty petrol tank. Finally she said:
“You don’t have to buy me lunch, I was cooking dinner anyway. Come on.” She stood up and took my hand. I followed her to the convertible. I found myself getting in and she reached across and kissed me softly on the lips while fastening my seat belt, then we were driving out of the car park while I was still trying to work out what was going on.
She drove fast and soon pulled up at the last in a row of terraced houses down a quiet cul de sac. We went in the lounge and she told me to sit down while she brought me a beer. Then she went to finish getting dinner. We started to eat, but I found myself entering a sort of dream like state, not really believing this was really happening. I remember starting to clear up when she excused herself and reappeared wearing a tiny bikini bottom and a t shirt. She walked out into the garden. When I came out to join her she was lying topless on a sun lounger. My god she had a lovely pair! She looked across at me and said: “I thought I would give you a proper look this time.” I stared at her for what seemed an age and then slowly took off my shirt, as it went over my head I heard her voice as if it was coming from inside my head “You don’t have to stop”. I found myself undoing my short and dropping them to the floor as I moved to the lounger next to hers. My boxers felt ridiculously tight and I realised I was tenting them out but it was if I no longer had any control over what was happening. We turned towards each over and she gently started to stroke my side with one hand while pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues clashed as I found my hand sliding over her smooth skin kaçak casino towards that full soft breast.
I found myself pulling back breathing hard, wondering if we could be seen by any of the neighbours but then she drew my head into those superb breasts and I knew I was lost. I heard her give that deep throaty chuckle as her hand moved into my boxers, she gripped me and whispered into my ear. It was like I understood without hearing, I got up and walked into the house. She took me by the hand and led to the bathroom and I found myself running a bath, complete with bubbles. She stood behind me and carefully eased by boxers away from my body and then down to the floor. She gave me a single slap on the bottom and I understood I was to step out and turn round. Her eyes ran down my body and then, incredibly she produced a camera and photographed me standing there with my hard on pointing to the sky.
She helped me into the bath and proceeded to wash me lovingly while she held my head against her breasts. As if prompted by an inaudible question I said aloud:
“Nothing to be embarrassed about any more.”
She gave another throaty chuckle as she finished washing my hair and then said: “I think we both know there is one thing don’t we?”
My eyes flew open in shock “How long have you known?”
She chuckled again as she drew me out of the bath and wrapped me in the towel. “I’ve always known silly, but never mind, I’m going to take your virginity now, and when you come inside me, your will and your body will be mine as long as I want them to be.” She reached down to grab my balls and eased me onto the bed, I realised my arms were spreading open over my head as if I under a spell. She tossed away her bikini pants and straddled me easily. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear: “Resist darling, as long as you can, I want you to, the longer you resist, the harder under my spell you will fall.”
Then she eased me into her soft wetness, I gasped loudly at the sheer pleasure of it as I felt her core surround me. She sank deep almost straight away and I could feel her muscles massaging me. I felt I would spurt immediately but she shook her head and placed a finger on my lips as she rocked back and forth. She picked up my hands form the bed and forced them onto her breasts and I started to cup and squeeze her flesh until she suddenly gripped me with her arms and her thighs and rolled me over. That was it, I was on top and thrusting between her thighs for all I was worth and then she was shouting in triumph and suddenly I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back and then she screamed and dug her nails into my back and I was shooting everything I had into her unprotected womb and then it all seemed to go black.
I realised I was lying on my back totally drained and the camera shutter was clicking and then she was picking up the phone and dialling. I heard her say “Julie, come over whenever you like and take a look, he will be asleep soon. My last conscious thought was sucking at her breasts as she cradled my head and cooed at me “It’s OK baby, all done, sleep now my darling save your strength.”
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