Sometimes I met up with women about whom I had some reservations. It took several messages to catch Rose’s attention. I liked her profile, saw she was online quite often, so tried starting chats, no luck, then one day she suddenly replied, and we got chatting. I was about 40, her profile said she was 35, though some pics suggested a bit older. Chats went well though one kind of intimidated me. The chat that day started with her saying she had just got back from a meet, that her hair was sticky with spunk and that she had taken a boy half her age into some woods and fucked him silly, to the extent she had left him there, sitting at a picnic table so that he could recover enough to walk home. It sounded somewhat boastful and extreme and a bit scary. I was feeling up for a challenge though, so we arranged to meet at a pub for a chat. I arrived first, sat in my car in the car park, waiting for her arrival. Only had to wait a couple of minutes before I spotted her pulling in. I got out of my car and strode over to her parking spot. She killed the engine, and I opened her door, getting a damn good view of her ample cleavage and long stocking clad legs. She got out, as I pushed the door closed, I moved to be face to face and she went to give me a quick kiss on the mouth. Call it electricity, pheromones, chemistry, whatever, but my attraction to her was instant and over-powering, I wanted her right there and then. I changed the kiss into a deep, tongue duel, one hand behind her head pulling her in. God it was good, my cock was trying to burst out of my trousers, my other hand went to her waist, I couldn’t decide whether to grab her tits or pussy, I was nearly out of control. She stepped back and citing a need for a drink, dragged me into the pub. Obtaining drinks from the bar, we sat at a small table in the alcove. I apologised for the directness, at the same time stroking her nylon-clad knee. I was honest to her, told her I wanted to lift her onto the table and fuck her right there. Putting her hand on my cock, she drained her G&T and said let’s go find somewhere to shag in the woods or fields. We dashed out and jumped in my car, closest one. Before we were at the exit, she had undone her blouse fully and tugged it and the blue cotton camisole beneath free of her skirt. As I turned left into traffic, she pulled the camisole up over her and I got my first view of her big round tits with nipples like bullets. I was almost drooling, gagging to suck on her tits. As I drew up at some traffic lights, she had one hand squeezing her tits and nipples, panting as she did. Her other hand went up her skirt and pulled down her cotton knickers, the gusset of which were clearly soaked with her juices. By this point I was going insane with desire, desperate to find a private place. I was struggling to drive as beside me Rose was still mauling her tits and now fingering herself too, cumming very audibly. Cruising round a few promising looking stopping places proved duds, either too visible or already occupied. I was almost at the point of blowing my load in my trousers, when I turned into a small car park in the woods that looked deserted. I baked under a big oak. I said, “Come on, get out and bend over the bonnet” Wordlessly she jumped out, ran to the front, undid her skirt, let it drop to the ground. I was right behind her, trousers undone, held up only by my right hand. I let them fall as Rose reached back, pulling her plump ass cheeks apart and I stepped forward, filling her dripping wet cunt, balls deep in one thrust. I had to bite my hand to control myself as I started pumping in and out of her. I reached around and grabbed her great big tits and started fucking harder. When her vaginal muscles gripped me, squeezing as she orgasmed, I lost it and blasted a huge quantity up spunk inside her. Yelling in pleasure, she told, if I was still hard to fuck her in the arse. I slowly pulled out of her pussy, absolutely still rock hard, repositioned myself and slowly pushed into her back door. It felt like I was being sucked in. I slammed in and out of her, taking her through three more huge orgasms, producing a stream of her juices running down the bonnet and down over the logo on the front grill. I blew a second load into her bowels and slumped on top of her drained. As we both lay there panting, we heard applause. A cyclist had turned up unnoticed but had obviously enjoyed the show. Embarrassed we jumped back in the car. I fingered her all the way back to the pub, producing a handful of additional orgasms, boy she was a gusher. As we went, she confessed to actually being 53, but as I had seen, very energetic with it. Since her boyfriend would be at a work conference in a few days’ time, we arranged to meet at hers, which became our normal rendezvous. When I turned up at hers, bright and early, Rose was upset. She had discovered the boyfriend was not fucking her in favour of watching teenage Japanese girl-girl porn. She let that frustration out with me. After six hours of doing everything I knew how with mouth, tongue, fingers and cock, I knew two things, Rose was totally insatiable and second she preferred being fucked in the arse rather than mouth or pussy. She let me have a rest for an hour, a drink and snack, time to refill my balls basically. Then she told me to stand at the foot of the bed, wanking myself as she watched and fucked herself with a huge vibrator. She pushed herself through a couple more orgasms before it was my turn. The first jet hit her in the pussy, then up her body, between her tits, over her face then beyond splattering the fabric headboard, Second spurt went wide and splattered all down the chipboard table beside the bed, running down it toward the carpet. The filthy bitch never cleaned them up, every time I went round I added to the stains and her boyfriend never noticed. Our most exciting session, a first threesome for us both came later, I will tell if people ask……