I was 19 years old when this happened and it was in the early nineteen seventies. My job as an apprentice for the GPO meant I dealt with the operators faults. There was a lot of women and girls working for the company and in the building I worked in. I spent well over half my day repairing equipment they had broken. They also passed faults on lines to me to sort out. I fancied quite a few of the girls. There was one in particular that i fancied that pants off. One of her jobs was to report faults to the engineers, usually me. She worked with two other women who did the same work. The three of them would tease me and make sexual innuendoes and generally flirting when reporting faults. No sexual harassment cases in those days. One had the most sexual voice that stroked you in all the right places as she teased and passed the faults to me. I had finally got up the courage to ask her out and when the call came in. I was wound up ready to ask her out. "hello how are we today," the voice asked in the sexual voice that stroked my ego, "have I got one for you." "I would be much better if you would do me the honor of dining with me tonight," I blurted out. "Oh would you," the silky smooth voice stroked me, "and where would you take me?" she asked. I was elated as she hadn't just dismissed me, I was in with a chance. "How about the Rose, I asked. It was a nice little restaurant just around the corner from the exchange. "That sounds nice," she soothed me with her voice. "and what time would that be?" "How would seven o'clock be for you?" I asked knowing that most of the operators finished at six or six thirty. "It would be fine for me," She stroked, "only you do realize that I am old enough to be your mother," she claimed. I thought this was the kiss off the easy let down. "I don't believe you, I will meet you in the Rose at seven p.m." I told her. She chuckled and then passed the information to me that the call was meant for and we hung up. I was overjoyed that I had a date with her and was happy all day. I finished at five o'clock and rushed home to get ready. In my best gear and with probably too big a splash of Brut aftershave I drove back into town for my date. I parked the car and my watch said two minutes to seven as i walked into the Rose. I looked for my girl and the only one sat waiting in the small waiting area was an older operator called Beryl, that I instantly recognized. She was right, she was old enough to be my mother. What an idiot I had been. I summoned up the effort and said, "Shall we dine then." She smiled and said yes and a waitress took us to an intimate table in a corner all on it's own. I'm sure the waitress thought that I was a good boy for taking my mother out to dinner. We sat and ordered drinks and the waitress left us with the menus. "I'm sure you really meant to ask Tiffany out and not me." she said. I told her that she was right, but her sexy voice had deceived me into thinking I was talking to Tiffany. " Well we can just have drinks and then leave," she suggested. I told her no as we were there and I had asked her out I would spend the evening dining with a fine lady. Looking at her she was a good looking woman in her early thirties. She had well groomed shoulder length brown hair. A little makeup, nice red lipstick. She was about 5' 6" tall with a thin, but shapely figure. We laughed at my mistake and I found that she was very easy to talk to. Over dinner she told me that she had been married to a diplomat and had traveled around the world with him. Sadly he had a heart attack whilst they were in China on business and passed away. The consulate had arranged his transport home and his funeral. Afterwards the pension that she got did not stretch to the thing she had been used to and she was bored at home and applied for the job of operator. She told me of some of the places she had been with her husband. It all sounded very exciting. We talked about girlfriends and I had to confess that I had been several months without one. The evening was good and I had thoroughly enjoyed her company and told her so. I went to the bar and settled the bill and returned to the table and held her coat whilst she slipped into it. I offered her a lift home and she declined. As we got to the door to leave we discovered that it was pouring down with rain. I again offered her a lift home and she changed her mind and accepted my offer. It was about eight miles to her house. It was in a very wealth area of the next town. It had a sweeping driveway that was overlooked by a huge detached Georgian styled house. I expected to say goodnight and for her to just get out and go indoors, no, she turned and kissed me on the cheek and was about to get out when she changed her mind and offered me a coffee. I accepted and followed her into the house. I helped hold her coat as she slid out of it. She turned turned to face me and kissed me on the lips, easing her tongue into my mouth. This was no kiss that you get from your mum, and I was quick to swirl my tongue around hers. "Come," she said as we paused for air, leading me up a sweeping staircase and into a bedroom. She took the lead in trying to tear my clothes from me I was down to just my boxers. Then she asked me to unzip her dress. I did and she slipped out of it and stood before me in a lilac lace bra and and matching panties, stockings and suspenders and her high heeled shoes. She kicked the shoes off and pulled me to her and kissed me even more passionately than before. I clipped her bra and her 36c breasts spilled out. My face was between the pair kissing and enjoying them . I loved the little dark nipples that were rock hard and sucked and licked them. Her hand was in my boxers stroking my hard cock. I held her bum cheeks and massaged the tight warm flesh and slipping my hands under the suspenders. After a while she pushed me away and slipped her panties off and climbed onto a very large bed and laid on her back. This was the first good view of her fanny. She had large puffy fanny lips that looked crinkly and were dark brown and between them was a hint of pink. Just above the lips was a patch of dark brown pubic hair that had been neatly shaved into a small triangle. I started to climb on top of her. "Where do you think you are going young man?" she asked. I stammered trying to tell her i was going to fuck her. "Lick me here," she ordered pulling her pussy lips open exposing her pink insides. I was shocked at being ordered, but complied. Well what nineteen year old wouldn't want to suck fanny. I did as ordered and licked up and down her crack, hitting her clit on the up strokes. She was moaning every time I hit her clit and was helping steer me with her hands on my head. As I licked I reached up and played with her tits. This seemed to enhance her pleasure as her hip now started to hump my face in time with my hitting her clit. I was really getting into this when she flooded my face with her woman juices, squealed, went stiff and then collapsed back into the mattress. I continued to lick up her juices. Then in her sexy voice, " Oh what a good boy you are, you can finish with that and come here and give me that nice penis of yous." I didn't need telling twice, I was on top of her and between her legs. She held my cock and steered it to her opening and Guided me in. I started to plunge in and out. She gripped my arse cheeks digging her fingers into my flesh. "Slowly," she instructed, "it's not a race. I'm not one of your quick fucks in the back of your car. Take your time enjoy it, feel it." She was right I had fucked four girls in the back of my car and none of the sessions had lasted more that four minutes. I took her lead and moved slowly felling her pushing her groin up to meet my cock. Her pussy was sucking and playing with my cock. It was much better as she had said, to go slow. It must have been about fifteen minutes when her thrusts seemed a little more urgent and I followed her lead and increased the tempo a little. Then she took to the gallops and was smashing her mound against mine in a race to her orgasm. To my surprise I managed to hod off coming and as she lay gasping, I continued to plunder her depths at a slower pace. "That was good," she said once she had recovered enough to speak, "And you can still keep going, " she said. I kept up a reasonable pace for another five minutes when I could feel my cock getting ready for my balls to deliver a load. She must have felt it too as she again went into the gallops trashing around and smashing her mound into mine. This time I think it was a photo finish, as I pumped mu cum into her arched body. then we collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. "That was great," she announced, "I needed that. It was the first time since my husband died some four years ago." I told her that it could take ten to fifteen minutes and she could have some more. She said she would hold me to that as she held my cock in her hand. That night we fucked twice more before falling asleep. The next morning she was concerned over several things. The first being that we had not used any contraception. The second being that she didn't want me telling anyone about our night and finally that we were not seen getting to work together. We showered together and Made love in the shower. It was the first time I had made love standing up. Once dressed I drove her close to work and dropped her off and went home to shave and change for work. That morning I received a call from the women, "Hello it's Tiffany. Beryl tells me that you would like to go out with me." I did and she wasn't a patch on Beryl. I saw Beryl four more time and made fabulous love with my older woman before she put an end to it, but I never forgot her and how she taught me to be a better lover.