I am a divorced man in his 60s, ordinary in every way. Until I met Elizabeth. I had recently changed town, bought a house to renovate. I knew no-one in the area and spent all my time working on the house. I had seen an advert for a craft and jumble sale in the church hall at the corner of the street so decided to have a break and go for a look. One side was all home made cakes and jams, no interest to me. The other side was various stalls, books, clothes, and jumble. I ended up at the book stall where I found a few to buy. The lady running the stall was friendly, chatty , but not a woman who would cause men to think sex. I guessed her to be in her 60s or 70s, dressed like a retired librarian or school teacher , no make up . She asked if I was new to the area as she had never seen me before, so I told her I had just moved in. At that point other customers came to the stall so I said goodbye and moved along. The next day it was a very sunny morning so I went to the local parade of shops, got a newspaper and found a seat on the terrace of the coffee shop . I had just given the waitress my order when a voice said ' hello again' . I looked up, it was the lady from the book stall. My automatic reaction was to invite her to sit, and offered her a coffee. Women have a way of gently interrogating , asking innocuous questions to obtain the information they need to satisfy their curiosity . By the time we had finished our coffees she knew my name, address, age, how long I had been divorced, and that there were no girlfriends in my life. She had told me she was a widow, her husband had died two years previously, and that he had been both healthy and active until his stroke. As we were saying goodbye she asked if I would like to go to the theatre the next evening as she had free tickets. I assumed she meant to go with her, so I offered to pick her up and drive us there.A time was set, she told me her address and even how to get there. The next evening I arrived at her house on schedule . I cannot say that she was dressed to impress , but it was not a first date. The show was nothing wonderful but it was a night out , and free. I drove her home, she invited me in for a drink which I accepted out of politeness. We were chatting, sipping a glass of wine. Once again she mentioned how her late husband had been very active. I assumed she meant sport, so asked which sport. She said " not sport, sex. He liked a lot of sex ". Needless to say I got a bit excited, started to harden . She continued talking about her husband, how he had liked to watch porn, and the internet, made her dress up for him. By now I had a full blown erection . She came over with the bottle to top up my glass , put the bottle down and started touching my cock. Instinctively I put my hand on her leg, then up her dress. I was surprised to realise she was wearing stay-up stockings . She was undoing my trousers and easing my cock out, so I put my fingers onto her pussy lips . She was wet , and opening her legs to make it easier for me to get in her panties. She had pulled my trousers half down so my cock was fully out. With no warning she took off her panties, turned around and sat down onto my cock, guiding it in her. She had a hand cupping my balls and the other playing with her clitoris. I reached under her top, undid her bra and released her breasts. They were larger and firmer than I had been expecting. She had energy, sliding up and down my cock , squeezing my balls which kept me from cumming too soon . I was pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts, which clearly she liked. Then she blurted out " I'm going to cum " and a series of fucks and yesses . After a minute or two she lifted off me, grabbed my hand and said " let's go to the bedroom ". What a sight , me in shirt and socks, my cock sticking out and glistening , her trying to undress as she walked up the stairs. Once naked she laid on the bed, pulled me on top of her, and more or less ordered me to fuck her . She was very aroused, and quite soon having a loud and dynamic orgasm. I could not hold off any longer so just let it all go. We laid side by side , panting and sweating. A short while later we started touching, then I went down on her , and she pulled me into place for a 69. I do like the taste on my cum in a wet pussy , and she had a very pronouned and sensitive clitoris. I was also using a finger tip to tickle her anus . She said " I'm going to cum, put your finger in my arse " . I did as she asked and was rewarded by another loud and dynamic orgasm. She had stopped sucking me, I was hard and I wanted to cum. I went to get on top of her but she said wait, reached over and got out of her bedside cabinet a small bullet shaped vibrator and a tube of gel. She put some gel on the end of the vibrator, switched it on, put it into her own arse, then sat on me and guided my cock in her. I could feel it buzzing , but even better was how Elizabeth was going wild , fucking me as if she was trying to break my cock off. She told me to push the vibrator further into her arse . Then it all exploded, she had the most violent climax I have ever witnessed, I erupted like never before. We lay in silence , my fingers playing in her pussy lips, spreading over her my cum as it oozed out. I went over in my mind what had just happened , and I wanted more . My cock was getting hard again. I put the vibrator into her arse again and started licking her pussy to get her going. She had my cock in her hand, teasing the tip . I was rock hard and ready to fuck. But once again she had other ideas. She knelt on all fours, gave me the tube of lube, and told me to fuck her arse . The vibrator had opened it up, and she was obviously no anal virgin. It was tight but easy, and such a turn on to see her large full breasts swinging as I thrust in her. She was rubbing her clitoris all the time. The fact that I had already cum twice enabled me to carry on for a good while, enough time for her to climax twice. We were both done . We washed , and I stayed the night. The morning wake up fuck was gentle, missionary , but pleasurable. Needless to say it was not the end of our story, Elzabeth had many more surprises in store for me.