In late 2004, on a particularly miserable and chilly evening, I met a lady while waiting to be served at the bar of a local pub. She was out with a friend for a couple of drinks after work, and I got chatting to her, as you do. She smiled as she left the bar with her drinks. She sat next to her friend and, when her friend eventually left, she came up to me and we resumed our conversation. Her name was Maggie, a plump 50 year old. We hit it off straight away, and it was immediately obvious that we’d got the hots for each other. Maggie worked in a nursing home, and was divorced. She was five feet six inches tall, the same as me. She had a very generous bosom, broad hips and a nice pair of nyloned pins. She still wore her white uniform dress, which really made her look very fetching in an old-fashioned way. Her hair was blonde and she wore it up in a bun. She had pretty blue eyes, and wore horn-rimmed glasses. As we chatted, it became obvious that Maggie was as fed-up and frustrated as I was. Her husband had left her for a younger woman six years before. I explained that my wife had left me for one of my so-called friends four years previously. Neither of us had been in a relationship since then, and we both confessed how lonely and frustrated we were. Last orders came and went, and went through the door into the bleak, wintry darkness. Maggie turned and asked if I’d like to come home with her. I eagerly agreed, and we set off, walking hand-in-hand. As it turned out, she lived only three streets away from me and in ten minutes, we were at the door of her neat semi-detached house. She explained that her 19 year old son was staying at his friend’s that night, so we would be undisturbed. As soon as the front door closed behind us, our winter coats were off and we were snogging passionately, our tongues bumping and rasping together. Her stiff nipples were protruding through her bra and dress, and her hands were gently squeezing my bum-cheeks. My stiff willy was tenting my trousers and pressed against where her dress covered the mound of her fanny. My hands were cupping her big bottom through her uniform dress, and I could feel the ridges of her knickers and the bumps of her suspenders, which made me even more giddy and light-headed. She broke our embrace and ushered me into her front room, drew the curtains and turned on the gas fire. She told me to strip and I immediately complied. My shirt was soon off and, being so randy, with only a modicum of embarrassment, I removed my shoes and dropped my trousers. I watched with my eyes popping out on stalks as Maggie unzipped her white uniform dress and shuffled out of it. Maggie was stood before me in her underwear, and I was stood before her in mine. She wore a big, white lacy bra, the straps of which were straining to support her huge bulbous boobs. Her pot belly was proudly rounded, and her big, white drawers perfectly covered her love nest. Her deep-fronted white suspender belt held up her tan stockings with dark brown tops, which made me even randier. My heart was now thumping like a cartoon character's. She took in the sight of me standing there in my socks, my white vest bulging with my pot belly and my white underpants, which were comically tented by my stiff willy. We snogged again, a real sizzler, and her hands went to my underpants and caressed my throbbing bump. My hands caressed her lovely big bottom, feeling the delightful softness of her knickered bum- cheeks and the erotic tautness of her suspender straps. She broke from me and knelt before me, grasping my elastic and drawing down my underpants, which fell to my ankles. She grasped my stiff willy and began to lovingly wank me. I groaned with joy and, blushing, I apologised to her for having a small penis (I am three and a half inches long when I'm erect, but rather fat with it). She told me not to worry about being small, that my willy looked beautiful and that it was the first stiff penis she'd seen in years. She peeled back my foreskin, revealing my throbbing maroon knob, and began to kiss and suck my beating head. I was moaning and groaning with bliss. Maggie removed her mouth from my throbbing bulb and got onto the rug before the fire on all fours. She arched her back and thrust her big bottom up into the air. I groaned at the sight of this mature beauty presenting her big, fat bottom encased in her frilly white knickers – the most beautiful and sexy sight I could ever have wished to see. The gusset of her knickers was sopping wet with her love juice. She told me to pull her drawers down. With trembling hands, I grasped her knicker elastic and pulled her frilly drawers down to her knees. I almost fainted at the sight of her bare, lily-white bottom, framed by her suspenders, with her shaven fanny on full unabashed display. It resembled nothing so much as an erotic bullseye. I began to wonder if I was really up to making love, or if, after four years without sex, I would simply pop off as soon as I entered her. She told me not to dither, but to mount her and make passionate love to her. I needed no further encouragement, and, grasping her wide hips, pushed my beating knob against her pouting fanny. Her love lips parted easily and, my throbbing willy entered Maggie's love tunnel for the first time. We both moaned with pleasure. Her tight, velvety vagina could almost have been tailor made for my own modest penis. Maggie’s moans of pleasure really spurred me on. She urged me to hump her harder and make her come. I was beside myself with joy, bouncing away on her fat bottom, my willy throbbing away in her willing love tunnel. My hands were gripping her hips and suspender belt, her big white bum wobbling with my every thrust. I was groaning with bliss, wanting to enjoy our love making but knowing after four years of frustration that I couldn’t stave off my orgasm for long. I told her I couldn’t last much longer. Maggie urged me on, telling me to fill her belly with my sperm, and to make her come. I bellowed out that I was about to shoot. This did it for Maggie and she climaxed. I grasped her suspenders and gave her my all, my heart almost bursting. The feel of her love tunnel fluttering around my throbbing willy finished me off, and I saw stars as I squirted into her fanny, by bare bum going like the clappers. It was the best come I'd had since I don't know when, and I felt like I'd die of pleasure. There was a sudden draft, and her son, F, was stood there in the doorway in his pyjamas. Maggie and I were completely helpless in the throes of climax. He was open-mouthed at the sight that confronted him and his rapidly stiffening penis popped straight through his flies. He backed out and closed the door behind him quickly. It turned out he had not stayed over at his friend’s place after all. Our mutual climax finished and my spent willy swiftly drooped as I withdrew from her fanny. Maggie got up from her knees and hurriedly pulled up her knickers. We were both red-faced and shaking at having been caught in the most intimate position possible. We dressed quickly dressed and Maggie ushered me quickly to the door. Just my luck, I thought, as I walked home, the most wonderful experience in years spoiled by sheer bad timing. Maggie texted me the next day to say that all was well and that she had had a very open chat with F, and that he understood and had no problem with things. We met again that night and continued where we had left off in the comfort of her bedroom. Twelve years later, and we are still at it hammer and tongs. We’d both waited a long time to find joy, and found it we most certainly did. What a start to our love life together, though! We’d both love to read any comments.