(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
On the night of the summer fair there was always a dance on the village green, in a great marquee, and everyone dressed up.
Paul and Antonia kept their distance, but exchanged glances all night.
He was wearing a suit and she had on a powder blue dress which gave him the horn the moment he laid eyes on her in it.
At the end of the evening he positioned himself near the exit so he could see when Antonia left for home.
When she did she left in a small group and headed in the direction of the Vicarage and he followed at a safe distance as they went down the lane by the church, half of the group broke away at that point so he followed the remaining three as they took the path that crossed the golf course.
Once they had traversed the course the group split again two of them when left and Antonia went right and so did Paul after about 30 yards he had caught up with her.
“Hello gorgeous” he said
“What kept you?” she said and hugged him
Toni shivered so he chivalrously gave her his jacked, which reached down to her knees and she kissed him gently, just once, then again more hotly.
Paul took his opportunity during the passionate kiss and scrabbled up her skirt and found her stockings and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” she responded playfully slapping him.
Antonia roughly rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and then held his hand as they walked along the fairway.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them especially for someone”
After a few yards they started along a track which was quite dark even in the moonlight.
“Have you got a torch” he asked
“I can see fine” she replied
“I’m like a cat” and she made a little clawing gesture accompanied by a growl, then they emerged onto the fairway again but she was headed in entirely the wrong direction for her house
“Where are we going?” he asked
“We’re going for a walk in the moonlight”
Antonia said “very romantic”.
“Yes but where are we going?”
“Wait and see” Toni answered
They finished up by the 17th tee
“I desperately need a wee” she said and tottered off on her heels into the trees.
He couldn’t hear her peeing in the undergrowth, and he thought he should have been able to.
He’d heard her pee before and it sounded like a horse, so a prolonged jet of piss hitting the hard dry ground, should have been audible. “Anything I can help you with in there?” he offered
“No thank you I can manage” she replied and suddenly emerged from the woods carrying her shoes in one hand and her powder blue dress draped over her arm.
(Part 02)
She put her shoes and clothing on the bench and then stood in front of him and to his complete and utter delight Antonia stood in the moonlight wearing only stockings and suspenders, Paul’s dinner jacket and his tie, and it made him so hard.
“Why didn’t you want me to undress you in the woods?”
“Because it wasn’t all me under that dress” Antonia said
“There were garments and devices to make me look my best”
“You look perfect to me right now” he said
“Then you had better have me right now” Antonia replied and unbuttoned his dinner jacket and let it slip off het to the floor and he instantly appraised her standing before him naked except for a tie around her neck, a suspender belt, which framed perfectly her neat pubic triangle, and held up the dark blue stockings on her fine legs.
She looked fabulous with the moonlight shining on her forty-year-old breasts, her nipples stiff in the cool night air.
“Wow” he said
She suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself into him, her mouth sought out his and found it, her tongue darting and probing his oral cavity while his hands caressed her back and her small soft hands busied themselves with removing his trousers which she made light work of and within a minute her hands were down the back of his pants pulling them off his buttocks.
She pushed him back against the rubbish bin and roughly yanked pants and trousers down and off his feet and then she was back kissing him on the mouth and fumbling with his shirt buttons but she only managed one and lost patience
“Take it off,” she ordered and in an instant she was on her knees and her lips were around his cock
“Oh yes Madam” he gasped out as he pulled the shirt off over his head and threw it aside and looked down at her blonde haired head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls.
She was performing so well and he was enjoying it so much he thought he was going to explode in her mouth any second but almost as soon as he thought it her lips were kissing their way back up his body until her lustful smiling face was only inches from his, and she kissed him again.
As they kissed, he manoeuvred her until her back was against the bench.
She sat her fine buttocks onto the seat and opened her thighs and Paul knelt down before her and they kissed again and her fingers were running through his hair and then he felt downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head downward as his mouth approached her waiting cunny she stretched out on the bench,
Paul was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so he willingly obliged her and went down between her stocking clad thighs to sup on her hot juicy pussy.
His tongue worked at the creamy wet flesh and she wriggled and squirmed, moaned and gasped until she could wait no longer.
“Now Paul” she screamed
“Oh Paul do me now”
So he raised his head and wiped her juice from his mouth and found her laying stretched out along the bench, with one hand gripping the back support and the other playing with her nipple.
Her legs were spread wide and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.
”Now Paul” she said, “I want it now”
Paul obliged her request and she sucked in air through her teeth and wrapped her legs around him, crossed her ankles and pulled him all the way in, and they held that mutually satisfying attitude until Antonia screamed out under the moonlight at the top of her lungs.
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