I was in a very crowded bar and trying to get back to my mates with a tray full of drinks and trying not to spill any. I contacted elbows with an older woman and she tongue lashed me saying I had spilt her drink on her dress. I apologized and continued on my way back to my mates. Having returned with virtually none spilt I went to return the tray. As I got level with the woman I went to say sorry again and offer her another drink. I was too slow and her tongue was going it again. I told her to keep her knickers on and I would get her another drink. G&T she snapped.

I returned the tray and got her a drink. As I handed it to her, I again offered my apologies. "Georgie," she said, "the names Georgie, not missus, and who says I wear panties." I told her my name as I gave her the once over. She was actually not bad and a bit of a cracker in more ways than one. She had a nice figure and a pretty enough face. "So no panties then," I inquired. Her reply was that was for her to know and me to find out. "So when do I get the chance to find out?" I asked. She looked around herself and at the group of people she was with, then winked at me and said to come outside in a few minutes.

Once outside she was waiting by the door. "Got a car," she asked and I pointed to my car. She walked towards it and I opened the doors with the key fob. Georgie opened a rear door and got in and wriggled across to the far side. I was soon in beside her and shutting the door. The interior lights went out and we were in the dark until our eyes adapted to the low light "Well," she said. We both knew why we were there so I slipped a hand up her skirt and sure enough my fingers found a hairy wet pussy. Georgie gasped as I slipped one and then two fingers in her pussy. "No knickers," I told her. Not many minutes later I was on top and feeding my cock into her pussy. Georgie groaned and humped back as I fucked her. I came inside her, not quite sure if I should or not.

I didn't receive any complaints. As I withdrew and struggled to put my cock away Georgie was asking had I any tissues. I found a box and handed them to her and watched as she wiped her pussy and pulled her skirt back down. I asked if I could see her again. "Depends if I can get away from my husband," she answered as she handed me some sticky wet tissues. "Husband, " I stammered. "Yes he's in the bar," she informed me. Then she pulled a pen from her small purse and wrote a number on my hand. "Ring me tomorrow after ten o'clock. Then she pulled something else from her purse and handed it to me. It was a pair of panties.

"Never say I don't wear panties. You can give them back the next time you see me," she joked as she climbed out the car and returned to the bar. After a quick sniff of the still warm panties I stuffed them into my jacket pocket and followed her back into the bar. My mates wondered where I had been and when I told them I had just been out to my car for a quick shag, I was ribbed that it was in my dreams. They didn't believe me.

The following day I phoned Georgie and arranged another tryst. This one was far more leisurely and I fucked her on her back and also in the doggy position. Later I told my mates that I had shagged an older woman and they still didn't believe me. I was now shagging her two or three times a week. I was getting to really enjoy fucking this older woman. She always knew exactly what she wanted and seemed to love my youthful energy.

Then she failed to meet me when we had organized another meeting. That night in the pub, Georgie came in with her husband. Even with makeup on, Georgie still couldn't hide the black eye she had. Twenty minutes later one of our mates helped another into the pub. He was pretty beaten up. And as we drank our pints and he drank his soft drink, he explained that he couldn't have drink with his painkillers. One of our group pushed him about who beat him up and why.

Shortly it came out that he had been seeing an older woman and her husband had found out and caught him on the job with his wife. That's when he took the pasting. He was pushed about who the woman was, but he wouldn't say, but his eyes drifted to Georgie several times as we sat there. I instantly knew who he had been seeing.

I was relieved knowing how close I had come to getting beaten up. It could so easily have been me. I later discovered that she also had a third lover, he was also our ages. She was one sexy randy slut. Instead of beating people up he should have enjoyed it, and watched as many men do, younger men servicing their wife.

The experience of being with an older woman stuck with me and several years later I married a woman fourteen years older than me. I just love the older women.