First I should write a little about myself. I am a lady in her fifties with no sex life to speak of. My husband has retired and is often away on what I call safari ( actually bird watching ) . Yes, he is a twitcher, but he is a reliable provider. To fill my time I keep fit either walking or jogging. Now, my story. A typical British summer day , unpredictable. I decided to go for a long walk along the seafront. When I set out the weather was hot so I was only wearing a thin blouse and light cotton trousers ( plus undies, of course ). My route is always to walk to the far end of the front, then turn back. I was three quarters of the way along when the heavens opened , a torrent of rain. My only option was to leg it towards the shelter at the end. By the time I got there I was drenched and cold. I was not the only person to have sought shelter. A man about my age I guessed was also there, also drenched . He smiled , said hello , joked about our predicament. We started chatting, waiting for the rain to let up. He asked if I was from the town , I told him more or less where I had walked from. The rain showed no sign of letting up and I was shivering. The man noticed my shivering and then proposed a solution. He pointed to a house about 500 yards from us, said that was his house, suggested we make a dash, after all we could not get wetter. We could dry off at his place, then he would drive me home. He was clearly not a pervert and there was no reason for me to refuse. So we half ran half walked to his house. Once inside he told me where the bathroom was, said there are towels in the cupboard, a robe hanging on the door, and invited me to shower to warm up. Which I did. When I came back downstairs he was in the kitchen, in dry clothes . He asked if I would like a hot chocolate, which I gladly accepted. Then said he could put my clothes in the tumble dryer for me. We sat at the kitchen table drinking the chocolate, chatting . He told me his name, Peter. I asked where his wife was, as I assumed he was married. He explained he was divorced and had only recently moved here. He asked about my husband, so I told him about the bird watching trips. He then asked if I would mind if he started preparing vegetables as he had his evening meal already in the slow cooker. I asked what he was cooking, then commented that it sounded delicious. At that point he said that there was more than enough for two, and rather than eat at home alone would I like to join him later. Even though I was naked under the towelling robe, with a man I had only just met, no thought of sex came into my mind. It was simply a nice invitation from a rather nice man, and far more enticing than another evening alone in front of the TV. So I accepted. The tumble dryer ended its cycle, he handed me my clother, now warm and dry. I went upstairs and dressed. He was waiting at the front door with his car keys , ready to go. I gave him instructions of where to drop me, and we agreed on 8pm at his house. I would drive myself there. At 8pm I arrived, I had even made an effort to put on a flattering dress and a little make-up. Peter welcomed me with a warm smile and a glass of delicious white wine, much higher quality than my usual supermarket plonk. We chatted easily , he showed me his garden and even asked if I wanted to mooch around his house, like guests do on Come Dine with Me. The meal was ready, so I took my place at the table. Peter served me as if I were at a restaurant. The meal was superb, and as the wine was so nice I did have rather too much. Not drunk, a little squiffy perhaps. He proposed that we have a coffee in the lounge. I nipped off to the toilet. When I came back he was on the settee pouring the coffee. I sat beside him, perhaps a little too close. And for some reason, probably the drink, i put my hand on his thigh. I did not mean anything by it, it was me being contented and enjoying the evening. But I realised that I was touching his private parts, or a part of his private parts. He did not react, perhaps to spare me any embarassment. It was me that spoke, I apologised , said I was not aiming to put my hand there. Peter laughed, then said what a shame, I was rather enjoying it, and hoping. I asked hoping for what. He smiled at me, a saucy seductive devilish smile, and said , perhaps a kiss . I had never been unfaithful, but at that moment I wanted to be. Peter leant towards me and so so gently kissed my lips. I put my hand on his arm and pulled him closer, I wanted to send the message, yes please. The kissing became more intense, more intimate. I moaned with pleasure when he touched my breasts, even more when his hand went up under my dress. Just the petting was taking me near to the point of orgasm. As soon as his fingers first touched my pussy I had one. Peter said we should go up to his bed, and I agreed. He undressed me slowly, and tenderly. I watched him undress, and enjoyed the sight of his erection. He laid me down, and kissed me from neck to chest to stomach, then down to my inner thighs. he parted my legs and I felt his tongue go into my lips, onto my clitoris. I could not resist, another orgasm hit me. His fingers explored inside my vagina, finding the spot that gave me another orgasm. Then he was on top of me pushing his erection gently into me. I had no thoughts , no doubts, this was so sensuous, he seemed to know exactly what I wanted. It felt as if he made love to me for ages as I went from orgasm to orgasm. Then I felt him erupt inside me, my vagina was hot from his semen. He lifted off me, laid beside me, put his fingers into my vagina and as his semen leaked out of me he spread it softly across my clitoris. He was nibbling on my nipples, running his fingers through my labia, then soon lifted himself on to me again and pushed his new erection back in. This time his love making was more forceful , slower, longer, deeper. I think I was in one long orgasm, I had never felt sensations like that. Then I knew I was about to have the most profound orgasm ever, I was pushing up against him, bucking underneath him, my legs lifting up to let him thrust deeper. We both came at the same moment, loudly and heavily. Peter laid beside me, put his arms around me and softly stroked my skin. His touch was so sensuous that he was making me want more. I moved his hand onto my clitoris and held it there, using his hand to rub myself the way I wanted it. He whispered to me " if you keep up like this I will have to phone a friend " . My arousal seemed to have the right effect on him because he was pulling me onto all fours , then entering me doggy style with even more vigour than previously. This was not love making, this was lust, sex without emotions, basic physical pleasure . It took him quite a while before he ejaculated, and I was more than satisfied and actually feeling a bit battered. I had no intention of going home , I was his for the night. I laid in his arms as he dozed. As he woke up I started to play with his cock and balls. I had an urge to take him in my mouth and satisfy him again. He was murmuring with pleasure, but not getting hard. But I was not going to be denied, so I thought a bit of teasing was in order . " Is he nice , the friend you were going to phone ? " Then I went down and started playing his balls with my tongue. " Will I like him ? " Now my tongue was licking up the length of his shaft, which was hardening rapidly. " Do you often share your women with him ? " . Then his cock was in my mouth , his balls cupped in one of my hands, my other wanking him. He was trying to push me off but I resisted, then my mouth was filled with warm juice. Just as I had wanted. We both slept. In the morning I was awoken to see Peter , naked, placing a mug of tea on the bedside table. He kissed me, despite my morning breathe and probably the taste of his cum. We sat up in bed, touching, sipping the tea, knowing we would soon be making love again. " It wasn't necessarily a him " Peter said. I looked at him puzzled. " The friend I was going to phone. It wasn't necessarily a him " . By now I had finished my tea. I laid down, pulled Peter towards me, started stroking his cock. " Tell me about her " I said, but he was too busy licking me out.