Hello, my name is Terry, I’m 31 years of age, 5’ 10” tall, fairly slim with brown hair – all my own hair and teeth, LOL. I describe myself as single, although I’m actually divorced. My wife and I met at uni, married when we were 23 and were divorced by the time we were 26. My wife had an affair with my friend, so I ended up losing a friend as well as my wife. One of the good things that resulted from the marriage was that I ended up owning my own home, which I would have struggled to do on my own. When we divorced, the house and mortgage were transferred into my name, it was a struggle to start with, but now I feel I can manage financially. It’s only a Victorian terraced house, but it’s mine and I can feel independent. It has a small garden at the back, with a passageway behind, and a row of other gardens the other side. I work as an IT Consultant for a large company, which is very enjoyable, and I don’t have a lot of time for women after the unhappy experience of my divorce. The area where I live was probably a thriving community once, where everyone knew everyone else and they would always be in each other’s houses. Sadly, times have moved on and, although I am on nodding terms with a few of my neighbours, I can’t say I know any of them really well. I had been working away for a week, as usual late in the evening most days, so when I came home on Friday evening, I was knackered. When I awoke on Saturday morning, realised that I didn’t have anything pressing to do, I just dozed off to sleep again. When I awoke again, it was nearly 11.00 o’clock and I decided I really must get up, so I leapt out of bed and threw the curtains open. My bedroom is at the back of the house and I sleep naked, so it was nice to see a beautiful sunny day outside. I was starting to feel very positive about the day, when my gaze alighted on the gardens behind mine. On the patio of the house immediately behind mine, there was a lady, not young perhaps middle 60’s, sunbathing naked on a sunbed. She looked quite shapely, although it was difficult to judge as she was lying on her back, but I did notice that her nipples were pointing to the sky. I just stood there gazing at her, it was such a beautiful sight. Her pubic area seemed to be trimmed, with a small triangle of hair immediately above it. I decided that she was probably quite slim, but with a few curves in the right places. It was so easy to imagine running my hands over her smooth body, not the bony body of a young super-model, but a mature woman who would enjoy the touch of a young man. I gradually began to feel a bit uncomfortable and, when I looked down I realised that I had an erection. I grabbed hold of the curtains and snapped them shut, suddenly feeling great embarrassment. After a few moments, I thought well, if she can show off her assets like that, she surely can’t object if I do the same, so I tentatively opened the curtains again. The lady had removed her sunglasses and had raised herself up onto her elbows, staring straight at me. She smiled, so I smiled back. I had started to forget the age difference between us, she really was quite attractive. She lay back on her sunbed and began, almost absent-mindedly, playing with one of her nipples. This progressed to pinching and twisting it between her fingers. She nodded in my direction, which I didn’t understand initially, but when I started to stroke my erection gently, she smiled again and started to maul both of her breasts. The look on her face suggested she was enjoying it, occasionally she would close her eyes and seemed to be breathing deeply, then she would open her eyes again to watch what I was doing. After a while, she let her knees fall open and moved one hand down to her groin. It was so erotic as she started to tease her clitoris with her fingers and, when she pulled her knees up and plunged one finger into her pussy, I felt obliged to respond in like manner by grasping my penis firmly and beginning to wank. Her face broke into a broad smile, so I knew it met with her approval. We continued to masturbate ourselves, whilst staring directly at each other, not wanting to miss a moment of the ‘show’. She was alternately plunging two fingers into her pussy, and pinching her clit between her fingers, also mauling one of her tits quite vigorously – the look on her face said it all. All of a sudden, she threw her head back and arched her back as she orgasmed. I’m not sure whether I had intended to masturbate myself all the way, but it just happened – spurt after spurt of my sperm shot into the air like a fountain. That was the nearest I had come to having sex for over 5 years, and I had almost forgotten what it was like. As I opened my eyes, I could see she had returned to earth, had opened her eyes and was smiling broadly at me. She put her hand to her mouth and slowly sucked each of the fingers in turn, then she blew me a kiss. I smiled back at her and blew her a kiss, albeit not with the hand that I had just masturbated with. She got up and went into her kitchen, while I went off to the bathroom to clean up. Having laid in late because I thought I had little to do, I realised there was little food in the house, so I went off to the supermarket in the afternoon to get some supplies. I then realised that I needed to complete some paperwork for last week’s work, so it turned out to be a busy day after all. As I lay in bed that night, I thought about the lady over the back and suddenly it struck me – whatever would her husband say! I awoke much earlier on the Sunday, just after 9.00 am, feeling very positive. When I opened the curtains, the lady over the back was sitting on a chair on her patio, wearing a dressing gown and drinking a cup of tea. She saw me opening the curtains and smiled immediately, I smiled back, not thinking that I was still naked. She pointed to her teacup and beckoned to me, so I gave her the ‘thumbs up’ and went searching for some clothes. Having put on a T shirt, pair of shorts and flip-flops, I went downstairs and over to her back gate. She greeted me with a warm smile and we went into her kitchen for her to make me a cuppa. We sat at the kitchen table and talked, sort of ‘getting to know you’ talk. She told me her name was Rita, she was 67 years of age, widowed 8 years ago, her children are grown up with their own children, but none of them lives nearby. She has a few close friends locally, the main one being Joan next door. I told her a bit about myself, mentioning the broken marriage briefly, and explaining that my focus was on work, because I enjoyed it so much. There had been no mention of yesterday morning’s – what can I call it – ‘experience’ until Rita said it had been an interesting way to get to know your neighbours. I laughed and said “yes, that was very pleasant”. Her facial expression became more serious and she said “so do you want to fuck me then?” I hadn’t seen that coming, so I was initially lost for words, but she carried on “I haven’t had sex for over 8 years, but I still want it in comfort, no humping over the kitchen table”. After what seemed like an endless pause, she said “I’m sorry, am I being too direct?” I was thinking about my thoughts the previous morning, and I recalled my conclusion that I ‘could really fuck the lovely lady from over the back’, so I replied “yes, I mean yes please” and her smile instantly returned. Rita took me by the hand and led me upstairs. When we got into her bedroom, she turned and I gathered her into my arms to kiss her. This was about to be my first time in over 5 years, so I wanted to make it special for both of us. I kissed her passionately, to which she responded by frantically trying to remove what little clothing I had on. I had realised downstairs that she was naked underneath her dressing gown, and it felt so nice to see her body for the first time, not lying down and flattened out. She was slightly shorter than me, not exactly skinny, but not fat. Her boobs were large, but not droopy, she had a motherly feel to her. I’m not sure whether a 31 year old man should feel lust towards a woman more than twice his age, but I felt LUST! I laid her on the bed and went down on her. She seemed reluctant to open her legs initially but, when I licked her clit, she gasped and said “oh my God”, becoming more than willing to ‘join with me’. She opened her knees wide and pulled them up so I could reach her pussy, I licked her clit with the full length of my tongue, which made her shudder and gasp. I mauled her tits, they were not like my ex-wife’s tiny breasts, they were large, with delightful nipples that stood to attention just asking to be sucked. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, making her squirm and pull my head against her groin, practically locking her thighs around my head. I was enjoying her body so much that I nearly forgot what I was there for until Rita said “fuck me, for God’s sake FUCK ME”. She clearly wanted me inside her, as she grabbed hold of my bum and pulled as soon as I had lined myself up. It felt wonderful, my first fuck in God knows how long, and she wanted me, she really wanted me. I began to fuck her and it quickly became apparent that, after more than 5 years, I wouldn’t last long. In no time at all, I found myself exploding inside her. She didn’t seem to mind, as she remained enthusiastic throughout, not orgasming as she had when I licked her clit, but encouraging me verbally and pulling me inside her. After we had calmed down, Rita said she needed to clean herself up in the bathroom, but she asked me to stay where I was. I suppose I should have cleaned myself up too, but I just laid there enjoying the ‘afterglow’. When she returned, Rita noticed I was still in a mess, and she began licking my cock and genitals with her tongue, which soon had me stirring again. She got in the bed beside me and cuddled up to me. I began apologising for my poor performance, but she would have none of it. “I had the most wonderful orgasm before you fucked me” she said, “something I have not had in many years”. She then cuddled closer to me and said “this is the first time I have had a man in my bed for quite a few years, so maybe you can stay a little longer now”. We cuddled for perhaps half an hour, with her trying to stir some action in my cock but, when it started to respond, I thought I ought to save it for another time – because I was determined there would be another time.