My previous story on this site recounted a recent-ish dalliance I'd enjoyed with a lady some 10+ years older than myself.

If you recall, after meeting Tracy for a coffee date one lunch time I walked away with her knickers in my pocket after she kindly took them off and handed them to me under the table. I then spent a week or so furiously wanking with them wrapped around my cock, delighting in the feel of the cool satin on my shaft and the tantalising flicks of the lace on my (very) full ball sack.

All the time I was thinking about what I wanted to do to Tracy when we met again to finally fuck. She seemed to take great pleasure in my messages and pictures detailing the fun I was having with her knickers and, from her responses, I was able to form a detailed account of the contents of her bottom bedside drawer.

Tracy was everything I look for in a partner. Sexually confident, eloquent in describing her fantasies and willing to experiment. Whilst she took care in her appearance and had kept in shape, you couldn't exactly describe her as a stunner but she had an obvious aura about her where you just knew she was absolute filth and loved getting fucked.

Anyway, eventually after a couple of weeks our diaries aligned and I drove over to her house where she lived alone to be wined and dined. The rest would follow.

I'd had plenty of time to plan our evening in and, during our various exchanges since meeting for a coffee I had explained to her that I wanted her to dress up for me.

Working in a corporate environment I'd always had a bit of a thing for office wear, not just the young secretaries who looked delightful without having to try but, more so, the slightly older ladies in the office who had to push the boundaries of taste and decency a little bit more to compete for attention. Their skirt would sometimes be a little too tight, their satin blouse a little too revealing with an extra button undone. Often it would be the mannerisms they employed, fixing you with their gaze whilst suggestively chewing a pen or standing a little to close to you at the kettle so you could smell their perfume.

Fortunately Tracy understood this and the sight I was greated with when she opened the door prompted an instant swelling in my shorts as my cock strained within the shackles of my pants.

From top to toe she was a delight. Her blonde hair up at the back to reveal her neck and emphasise the glasses she'd worn especially for the occasion. A white satin blouse was undone to offer just a peak of her ample cleavage, the tightness of the material graphically illustrating the contents which I shortly intended to bury my face into. A short and tight black skirt made a token effort to cover her stocking tops and the seam at the rear ran right down to a dainty pair of red heels which positively screamed 'fuck me now'.

I was invited in, treated with some suspicion by the dog who could no doubt sense my lewd intentions for his mistress and handed a drink. After some small talk Tracy stood up and asked me what I thought of her outfit. I was a little tongue-tied so it was all I could do to stand up myself and run my hands over the contours of her body, the sensation of feeling her curves through the material now giving me a full erection which did not go unnoticed.

'Mmmmmm I've been looking forward to seeing him in the flesh' she teased as she gently stroked my stiff cock through my shorts.

This was becoming too much for me now. At great personal restraint I had abstained from wanking into her gifted knickers for almost 4 days and basically needed to give this little sexpot the servicing she so clearly required, immediately.

The three course lamb meal she had carefully prepared would have to wait as she led me upstairs to her bedroom.

I was so worked up I was ready to simply jump out of my clothes bend her over the end of the bed, hitch her stirt up and stick my cock in her, banging away furiously until the pent up frustration inside of my swollen balls could be released. Fortunately whilst I may have forgotten myself, Tracy had not and was very much enjoying the role she was playing and making me suffer. The little slut.

While we were stood up she gently removed my clothes, taking her time to carefully fold them on the sideboard, moving with a grace and elegance that only teased me more. Once I was down to my boxers she turned around and invited me to unzip her skirt, stepping out of it to reveal the full extent of her stockings which were held up by a garter belt, just as I like it.

By this point I could smell how ready she was for my hard dick and could feel the wetness through the material of our underwear as she rubbed her damp pussy on the end of my cock as I nuzzled the back if her neck.

I lay on the bed and finally she pulled back the elastic of my boxers to let my erection out, my cock standing proudly to attention as she paused to admire what she had created. Ever the tease she fixed me with her eyes and slowly began to wank me with her hand, almost painful such was the sensitivity created by putting myself up on bricks for a few days.

'I love how you've been wanking over me' she teased 'I only hope the real thing is worth the wait'.

With that she firmly licked the top of my bellend once, then licked from the base of my shaft to the eye, before circling her tongue around and finally engulfing me with her mouth, sucking firmly as she cupped my balls.

I was in a quandary here as I was close to the edge already given what had proceeded but clearly didn't want to come just yet, so had great personal restraint I began to unbutton her blouse which forced her to undock with her mouth and allow me to undress her.

As her blouse came off I gently fingered her now sodden pussy through a lovely pair of white satin knickers, which instantly hit the spot as her composure soon vanished as the pressure and tempo of my probing increased. I had barely removed her matching bra and grabbed one of her heaving breasts with my other hand than she came with some ferocity on my hand.

We exchanged a glance and seemed to come to an instant understanding, I lay back as she swung her leg round to both lose her saturated knickers and straddle me, lowering herself immediately down the full length of my shaft.

Tracy had let slip during our sexually charged messages that she hadn't been with a man for almost a year. Whether or not this had contributed to the somewhat surprising tightness of her pussy is open to speculation but that initial moment of insertion was pure bliss for both of us as we held each others gaze.

Out of practise or not, she was soon bouncing around on me like a Spacehopper to the point where I was fit to burst, so I held her down firmly and allowed her to rub her clit on me whilst I was fully inside her. I'd sat up at this point and had my face firmly planted between her tits and was loving the soft feel of them bouncing off me. I chewed firmly on her nipple as she came for the second time, seemingly more powerfully than the first and hitting her in waves.

My turn now, I flipped her over as she dismounted and got into position behind her. Once I was back inside I was in no mood to waste time and I attempted to give her the pounding she richly deserved as she gripped the bed head and held on for dear life, encouraging me to go as hard as I like as she was a slut and was loving being fucked good and proper.

A few minutes of this was all it took. She told me that she wanted me to come in her mouth so I pulled out to lie back and have her go down on me again, sucking the tip as she wanked at the base after whacking it satisfyingly between her firm tits a few times for good measure.

The intensity of my orgasm was astonishing. It seemed to start at my toes and slowly work up my legs and up through every inch of my diamond hard cock, bursting out to overwhelm the capacity of her throat and continuing to jet a couple of bursts of pearly white cum over her chin and boobs when she pulled me out.

There was 4 days or so backed up in there remember and over the course of my overnight stay the little harlot milked out every last drop.