I was sitting in a country bar last Saturday, like I do about every Saturday night, when the DJ played the song by The True Brothers called "Older Women", and it brought back a fond memory from many years ago. Mrs. Raymond was about fifty-five, I would guess. She never told me her age, and I didn't ask. She already knew how old I was – twenty-one – because I had to put my age on the renter's application for her apartment. The apartment was kind of a rite of passage for me. I was in college, and at that time, unless one was married, one lived in University approved housing until the age of twenty-one. That meant a dorm or frat house.
Mrs. Raymond eyed me suspiciously when she answered her door that Saturday. She raised her eyebrows when I asked about renting her apartment.
"I usually rent to young women," was her reply.
I really liked that area as the apartment was within walking distance of my classes. I almost begged her to let me rent the place. I guess she didn't have any other takers so she agreed. I paid her the first and last month's rent and went home to pack.
I moved into Mrs. Raymond's upstairs over Labor Day weekend. It wasn't big, but it was mine, and I could do as I pleased there without having to worry about what a bunch of other guys did or thought. Her only rules were no loud music, take out the trash every day, and clean house at least once a week. Oh…and no pets, no drugs and no girls.
Mrs. Raymond worked nights at a local factory, so we seldom saw each other except on the weekends. On Saturdays, she usually mowed the grass and worked in her garden. If I wasn't working, I'd usually go down and help.
September rolled through October and right into November. I was studying hard because I had to. I don't pick things up quickly, and if I didn't study, I didn't pass. Money got in the way of a lot of things too, and this year, it meant I wouldn't be going home for Thanksgiving. I could have asked Mom and Dad for the money, but they'd done so much already, and I hated to ask them for more.
The Saturday before Thanksgiving, there was a knock on my door. It was Mrs. Raymond. She asked if I would be staying here for the holiday or going home. When I said I was staying, her face beamed with a smile.
"My kids aren't coming home either, but I already bought a turkey. Would you like to come down for Thanksgiving dinner?"
Well, of course I said I would. I mean, how could I turn down a free meal?
Thursday morning, I put on my best clothes and walked down my stairway. When Mrs. Raymond answered my knock, I'm sure I stood there staring for a good thirty seconds.
Whenever I'd seen her in the yard or her garden, she'd been dressed in baggy jeans and an old man's shirt. Today, she had on a low-cut black dress that stopped about three inches from her knees and hugged her figure everywhere it should, and black high heels that made her look sexier than most of the girls in my classes. Of course, I'd never seen them in high heels, but I couldn't imagine them looking better than Mrs. Raymond. She ushered me into her dining room and asked if I'd like a glass of wine while she finished making dinner. Mrs. Raymond was a fantastic cook. As I always did and still do, I stuffed myself with everything, and then just had to accept her offer of a huge slice of pecan pie. It was as good as the rest, and by the time I'd finished it, I was stuffed to the gills.
"I see you like my cooking, but I'll bet you're too full for your own good. Would you like some tea to help you digest all that? You just go in and sit on the couch while I make us a cup."
When Mrs. Raymond bent over to hand me my cup she also treated me to the twin curves of soft breasts that were barely contained by her black bra. My cock gave a little twinge and then started to grow. I crossed my legs in an attempt to make it relax again, but then Mrs. Raymond sat down beside me and her dress slid up to her mid thigh. What I'd thought were probably pantyhose were stockings. I could just see the lacy tops.
Mrs. Raymond took a sip and then put her hand on my arm.
"Tom, I want to thank you for spending Thanksgiving with me. It's nice to have someone to spend the holiday with. Since Frank died, I don't ever get the chance to entertain or dress up anymore. I didn't over-do it, did I, my clothes I mean?"
"Uh…no…you look very nice I think."
In truth, I though she was erotic and seductive, especially with the stockings. Mrs. Raymond had great legs, and the stockings made them even sexier. She was pretty sexy all over. My cock inched a little longer and bigger.
"Well, I thank you for saying that. Say, you know what we ought to do? We ought to dance. I haven't danced in…well, since before Frank died."
I was a little nervous about this. I didn't know how to do any real dancing, and that's what I told her.
"Ah, nonsense. Anybody can dance. Let me put on some music and I'll show you."
The notes of an old forties big band tune filled the room. Mrs. Raymond turned out all the lights except for one lamp, then walked back to me and held up her arms.
"Now, you take my right hand in your left…no, the other way around…that's it, and you put your right arm around me, right on my shoulder blade…that good, but you can get closer. I won't bite you, Tom."
I moved a little closer and so did she. I felt her breasts brushing my chest and my cock gave a little jump.
"OK, now here's what you do. You just step in a box, 1-2-3-4 …in time to the music. Wherever you go, I'll follow. That's right, just keep time to the music and you'll be fine."
That song ended, and a second started. This one was a little slower than the first.
"For this one, we'll do the same only slower, OK."
About half way through this song, Mrs. Raymond sort of melted into me. She pressed her cheek to my chest and pushed her breasts tight into my chest. That was great, but she also pushed her tummy into mine. My hardon was raging in a couple of seconds, and I knew it had to be pushing into her crotch. Still, it was nice to feel a woman tight against me. The last time had been with Sue, back home, and Mrs. Raymond was a whole lot more woman than Sue ever thought about being.
That song ended and Mrs. Raymond didn't pull away. If anything, she snuggled in a bit tighter. She lifted her lips to my ear and whispered, "Hold me tighter, please Tom. It's been a long time since I've danced, and it feels good."
We danced the next three songs that way, except by the last one we really weren't dancing. I was rocking back and forth a little and Mrs. Raymond was doing her best to put as much of her body in contact with mine as she could.
When the last song ended, she looked up at me with eyes that said "I want you." I wasn't sure what I should do, so I just looked into those deep blue eyes. Her voice was low and husky when she spoke.
"Tom, are you going to kiss me? I think I'd like it if you did."
I kissed her softly on the lips and then pulled back. Mrs. Raymond smiled.
"Tom, that wasn't a kiss you give a woman. That was a kiss you give your junior high girlfriend."
"It's…it's the only way I know how to kiss."
"Part your lips a little, like this…yes…now, kiss me again."
I wasn't ready for the sensation of her open lips against mine, of the touch of the tip of her tongue over my teeth, of the tiny little moan the erupted from her throat into mine. My cock was hard as a rock. I knew she felt it by now, but I didn't really care. Just then, Mrs. Raymond put her arms around my neck and kissed me even harder.
It was amazing how kissing her felt. It was like she was making love to my mouth with hers. She exhaled through her nose, and the soft brush of her breath on my face sent tingles up my spine. I wasn't ready to stop when she gently pushed herself away.
"Tom, that was nice."
It sounded stupid after I said it. "You're the first real woman I've ever kissed."
Mrs. Raymond smiled. "There must have been other girls…when you were in high school? I remember kissing a lot of boys when I was in high school."
"Yeah, but they weren't women, and they sure didn't kiss like you do."
"I've had lots of practice. You'll only get better as you do it more." Before I could answer, she kissed me again, and I felt her fingers stroking the back of my head. I also felt her start slowly moving her body against my stiff cock.
I hadn't been with a girl in almost six months. I'd jacked off when I needed some relief, but I didn't have time for the complications of a sexual relationship. Here I was kissing a very desirable woman who was kissing me back as if she wanted a lot more. I was wondering what to do when Mrs. Raymond moved her hand to my crotch and felt my cock.
She broke the kiss and whispered, "Tom, I don't know what to say. I want this to happen, but…If you don't want to go any further, it's OK. I didn't have any right to do this to you in the first place. Just…if you don't…I want you to just leave without saying anything. If you try to say why, I'll only feel old, and I don't want that."
"Mrs. Raymond, why would I want to leave?"
She hugged me, then kissed me again. "Let's go where we can be more comfortable then."
Her bedroom was all frills and lace, but you'd have thought it didn't mean anything to her. She simply reached down, grabbed the bedspread, blanket and sheet and pulled them to the foot of the king-sized bed. When she walked back to me, all she said was, "undress me."
I fumbled a little, and she helped me pull the dress over her head. I had to stop and look at the woman who was giving herself to me. Her black bra was of transparent lace, and I could see large nipples beneath the sheer black material. Her thong panties were also sheer, and her little trimmed bush made the material all bumpy at the top. Lower down, I could plainly see the outline of her pouting lips. The lace tops of her stockings made an erotic contrast with the pale white of her slender thighs. Her legs were also slender, and with her perched on her high heels, she was driving me crazy with need for her.
"My turn now", she whispered, and reached for my shirt buttons. When she had them undone and had shucked the shirt off my back, she ran her hands over my chest, then nibbled at my nipples. No girl had ever done that before. It wasn't exactly a sexual feeling I had, but it was sure great.
In a second she had my belt undone, and it only took her another moment or two to undo the hook and slide down my zipper. As my pants fell around my ankles, she slowly stroked my cock through my shorts.
With a little difficulty, I unhooked her bra, and Mrs. Raymond moved her body back to let it slip off her shoulders. Her breasts were beautiful. They were large, round, and had big dark circles around the equally large nipples. I reached out and squeezed.
"Ouch. Tom, that not a melon. Is that what you do with the girls back home?"
"Well, to tell the truth, Sue was the only one who let me get this far. She seemed to like it, though."
"She'd have liked it more if you'd been more gentle. Here, give me your hand. See, you have to touch softly, just let your fingertips touch at first."
I felt her shiver.
"When you come to the nipple, remember it's the most sensitive part. Don't grab it like you're milking a cow. Just brush around it, softly touch the tip…mmmmm…that's right. Later on…later on you can be a little more rough, with me at least, but at first, just feather touches."
Mrs. Raymond moved my other hand to her crotch.
"Did Sue let you get this far?"
"Once. We went all the way that time."
"Did she have an orgasm?"
"I…uh…I don't know."
"Tom, if she had one, you'd know. Let me show you what to do."
With her hand cupped over mine, she manipulated my fingers over her mound, then down to her large lips. My fingers touched wetness.
"Push in a little and rub gently. Yesssss, that' feels good. Now cup my hip and squeeze a little, then slide your fingers down between my cheeks. Yes…that's it…just up and down…now back to my front again."
When I moved my fingers back to her front, Mrs. Raymond spread her legs.
"Move my panties to one side and then touch me. That's right… Oh Honey, is that ever right."
I felt her pulling my shorts down over my hips. The head of my hard cock hung up on the waistband for a second, and then bobbed up. Her small, soft hand circled it and started to stroke. I started moving my hips into her hand and she chuckled.
"I guess Sue must have done this to you before, huh?"
"Yeah, only it felt different."
"It'll feel better if you hold still and let me do it. Don't worry, I'll know when to stop."
I didn't think my cock could get any harder, but it did. Her soft hands stroked me to within a few seconds of cumming, and then stopped.
"Tom, it's time to take off my panties."
I knelt in front of her and rolled them down over her hips, then down her thighs. Her dark bush was only inches from my face, and I caught her scent. It was a little like Sue's, but more musky and somehow, more erotic. I didn't have time to dwell on that scent, though. Her lips were parted and I could see her large inner lips. They were slender, pink, and rippled with small folds. At the top of them was a large pink nub of flesh. I touched it with my finger tip, and Mrs. Raymond jerked.
"Not so fast, Tom. You have to work me up to that one first. Come on, now. We'll be more comfortable on the bed."
Once I was beside her, she spread her thighs and lifted my hand to her bush.
"Just keep doing what you were doing before, Tom. Yes, oh that is great. I feel so wet. Do I feel wet to you?"
"Wetter than Sue ever got."
"Mmmmmmmmm. You have nice fingers, Tom. Move a little lower and slip your finger inside me. Oh Honey, that feels so good. Move it in and out."
Her hips started to lift when I pushed my finger inside her, and a couple times, she caught her breath.
"That's…oh…that's right, Honey. You can move up to that spot now. It's my clitoris, and you can make me have an orgasm just by rubbing it, but be gentle. It's very…Oh God…very sensitive."
Mrs. Raymond started stroking my cock again, and it wasn't long before I was pushing into her strokes. Just as I started that, she pulled her hand away and whispered, "kiss my nipples now, Honey. Kiss them and then suck on them, but very gently."
It was like I'd turned on some sort of switch in her. Mrs. Raymond moaned when my lips touched her left nipple, and when I sucked on it a little, she gasped and heaved her hips up off the bed.
"Oh God, Honey, do that again…do it again, harder, and don't stop."
I did, and in a few seconds, Mrs. Raymond cried out, arched high off the bed and started to rock her hips. She cried out again, then again, and then grabbed my hand. She held it for a minute of so before kissing me. When she pulled away, her eyes had a sparkle I'd never seen before.
"That was an orgasm, Tom Honey. If your Sue didn't do something like that, she didn't have one. It wasn't your fault, Honey. You just didn't know what to do and she didn't tell you."
She started to stroke my cock again, and the sensation was exquisite.
"Did you know a woman can have many orgasms in a very short time if you treat her right? No? Well, I'm ready again, Honey, and it feels like you are too. Do you have a favorite position? Oh, since you've only done it once, you probably did it on top of her, right? I figured so. Well, Honey, come over her and make me feel like a woman again."
She guided my cock to her entrance, and I buried my cock in her up to the balls. Then I started stroking in and out fast until I felt her hand on my shoulder.
"Slow, Tom Honey, slow at first. Let me get used to having you inside me. You'll know when to speed up."
I had to agree; slow was better. It was also better when she reached around my thigh and caressed my balls. It was fantastic when she cupped my ass cheeks and lightly dug in her nails.
I felt her hand slip over her breast and raised up to look. She was rolling her nipple between her fingers, and it looked like with every roll, she pinched tighter. I was watching when the first moan drifted from her mouth. She pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me. I felt her tongue slip between my lips, then push on my teeth. When I opened my mouth, her tongue found mine, and it was like I'd licked a live wire.
I was getting very close to cumming by now, and there wasn't going to be much I could do to stop it. As it turned out, I didn't have to. Mrs. Raymond slid her hand between us and I felt her rubbing herself. She started to pant, then gasp, and then she cried, "Now, Honey, Oh God, now, now, now. Faster Honey, I'm about there again…Oh….oh…..oh…Oh God…now…I'm….oh…I'm there…now Honey.
Her hips began rocking rapidly, and I matched them for about four more strokes. After that, I don't really know what happened, because I was cumming harder than I had with Sue, and harder than I ever had from jacking off. When I finally could stop thrusting my cock inside Mrs. Raymond, I collapsed into the cradle of her soft thighs, belly and breasts. She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me long and hard.
"Tom, that was beautiful. Thank you for making me feel sexy again."
"Mrs. Robinson, you were already sexy."
"Tom, I think after tonight, you really ought to call me by my first name, don't you?"
"Uh…I don't know what it is."
"I'm Elizabeth, but I'd like you to call me Liz."
"Well, Liz, that was…I don't even know how to say it."
"I know. I didn't either, the first time it was so good. The important thing is that it was good, and it will get better, no matter who you're doing it with. I hope you'll do it with me some more." She shook her head. "Will you listen to me. I'm old enough to be your mother, and I've just asked you to sleep with me again." Liz grinned. "You know what? I don't even care…that is, if you want to again."
Well, we did again that night, and we did again the next morning…until about noon, in fact. I learned a lot that Thanksgiving day and the next, and I kept learning until I graduated that spring. I went back a couple of times after that, and on my last visit, she told me she was seeing a man named Jim.
"He's fifty-seven, and I love being with him, Tom. He seems happy with me too, so I'm hoping he'll decide he wants to make it permanent. Besides, you really need a woman your own age. Just treat her like you treated me, and she'll love you forever."
Liz taught me the many ways to pleasure a woman, and in doing so, to increase my own pleasure. She also taught me that age does make a difference. Older women are better lovers, because they know what they like and what a man likes. They also aren't afraid to make both happen at the same time. Jenny doesn't know about Liz. I may tell her someday. Since she's about the same age now, I think she might understand.
Mrs. Raymond
by
Ravenquill
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