I’d recently moved back to Yorkshire after a spell in London. I was a bit directionless and trying to find a way forward in life. After coming back to the homeland, I decided to become a mature student and study for a degree.

I’d been at Uni for about 6 months or so when a friend I’d made on the admin staff invited me to a dinner party. I’ll confess it was my first, having come from pretty humble beginnings the idea of a dinner party was an alien concept to me.

Anyway, the night arrived and I found myself in the afterworld of academia, myself, my hosts and 3 other strangers all single. The meal was fine, and conversation and alcohol flowed.

As the night wore on many deep and meaningful, ie drunken conversations were taking place. I seemed to be paired off with Ann, a woman in her late 40s, a lecturer in nursing at the uni. We seemed to get on and there seemed to be some mild flirting going on. Suffice it to say when the night drew to a halt we were all so inebriated that no one was driving home so we were given rooms to sleep in. Ann and I paired off, though it was made very clear nothing would happen, our conversation continued late into the early hours as we lay beside one another naked, yet not taking any steps beyond some fondling and kissing.

The next day came around with a sledgehammer of a hangover, and we all went our separate ways, with Ann and I having exchanged numbers. I was fully expecting to go no further as nothing had happened.

A week or so later I got a call from Ann asking if I’d like to go for a drink and talk some more. I was at a loose end and my interest piqued by her wanting to catch up again, I agreed.

We met later that week in a pub that wasn’t really local to either of us and got to chatting. Transpired Ann was in the death throes of a marriage that had run its course but was stuck with a husband she didn’t want who was refusing to move out. She was clearly frustrated by this and looking to move on, so I did what I could to nod and be sympathetic. The night passed amiably enough and we parted with a peck and best wishes.

The weeks passed and we met on and off, not really dating, but not really meeting as friends either. About a month or so later we met for dinner and as the night wore on she said I’d really like you to come back mine. I was happy to agree. “There’s one small problem. He’ll be there.”. “Not a problem for me” I replied - ah the bravado of youth with a chance of getting their end away…

We debunk back to Ann’s place and I’m deposited in her bedroom, left to my own devices as an almighty row ensues, in another room. I begin to wonder what I’ve let myself in for.

Ann comes back and is keen to relax so we chat some more and things start to take their natural course. I’m sat on the edge of the bed and she slides between my legs, undoes me and swallows my cock in her expert mouth. She pumps away at my rapidly engorged cock taking its full length effortlessly in smooth rhythmic motion, all hands-free. I feel myself getting close to coming, but don’t want to just yet so I lift her head and meet her for some very horny kissing.

“You’re seriously overdressed for the situation” I state. “Stand up and let me undress you?”. Ann odes as I ask, I slip my pants off, pull my t-shirt off and stand behind her. My cock nudges her ass as I start to kiss her neck, letting my hands wander over her aged body, still super trim and in good shape.

I return my attention to her neck and begin to unzip her dress, letting my lips move onto the newly exposed skin. I must hit a sweet spot as she arches her back and reaches behind her to grab my butt cheeks, gripping and digging her nails in for a frisson of pain.

I slip her dress off her shoulders and she steps out of it, revealing very expensive lingerie, all silk and lace, in a deep red, contrasting with her pale skin. I unclip her bra to release her pert boobs, her nipples stiffening in air. I turn her round and we begin to kiss in earnest, I move to her neck, kissing slowly, sensually working my way down to her boobs.

Her already erected nipples nearly double in size to the attention of licking and nibbling, Ann clasps my head to her, her hands grabbing handfuls of hair to keep me locked there teasing, tweaking and arousing her chapel hat pegs in urn.

I eventually break free and continue my journey down her body. I nudge her legs slightly apart with one of my legs and I approach her waist. I run my finger between her legs and can already feel a wet patch between her legs. I run my tongue over it and kist her pubis, nibbling through the material.

I then slowly but very deliberately remove her knickers. I’m greeted by a natural bush, not wild, but not trimmed, and thankfully not fully bald. I bury my face in it allowing my tongue to sneak between her legs finding her clit and upper labia. Her lips are already parted and I can taste and smell her arousal. Reaching for her buttocks I pull her fully onto my face and start to seriously lick, taste and explore her sex. Those hands find the back of my head and pull me closer in, again.

Ann bends her legs slightly to open herself up more, I plunge my tongue as far inside as it will go, and she rubs herself on me my nose brushing her clit, me struggling for air but breathing periodically as I’m consumed by both her desire to come and my need to feel her come over my face.

Our pace picks up, my neck getting sore from the weird angle, her grip on my head becomes vice-like as I start to feel the telltale signs of muscle spasms through her bum as she submits to a trembling orgasm. I feel her juices release and coat my face and chin. It’s all I can do to swallow it as it flows.

“On the bed” she commands, and I comply. She leans down and licks the remains of herself from my chin, sidling up my body as she straddles me. She looks me in the eye as she touches my cock for the first time. There’s a saying about nurses’ hands being cold, and it was a mighty but incredibly arousing sensation to have her cold hands grab my erect cock. She pumped it slowly, rubbed along her pussy to lubricate it and then lowered herself onto me.

She rode me, slowly at first then with less and less abandon her pert breasts and super-erect chunky nipples fiercely sticking out as she cavorted all over my cock, quickly coming for a second time. She collapsed onto me, as the exertions took their toll. We lay in one another’s arms for a short while. She then turned over so I could spoon her. Running my hands down her back I felt her shiver under the touch in the way is part nice part ticklish.

I continued to do this and let my hand slide further and further down her with each stroke, eventually slipping between her buttocks to find her soaking wet still. My cock enlivened at this and I repositioned myself to take advantage of the opportunity.

Feeling my cock brushing her buttocks, Ann lifted one leg to allow easier access and I slid my now rock-hard member inside her. She pushed back onto me as I began to slowly move in and out of her. This continued for what felt like an age, our bodies moving in grace synchronicity until I felt myself close to coming. I withdrew and rolled her over onto her front, sensing my desire for doggy she raised herself onto all fours and pushed her ass and pussy towards my throbbing cock.

I slid effortlessly into her and began a fast pace of thrusting, my balls slapping against her clit as she arched her back a third orgasm happening in a flash. All this proved way too much for me as I came with a force I’ve rarely felt again in my years on this planet.

We collapsed, exhausted from our endeavours. We slept where we lay. What followed is for another time.