I have always enjoyed the allure of middle-aged women, where I find the female confidence and surety that arrives with life experience somewhat intoxicating.

This true story recounts an escapade I enjoyed with a lady in her late 40s a few years ago, so a little over 10 years older than me at the time.

I met Tracy in a well known bar in town, somewhat notorious amongst my friends and I which we referred to as 'The Buffet' - given you could generally help yourself to the plentiful middle-aged divorcees that frequented the place on a Saturday night.

She was exactly the sort I like, short and fit with dyed blonde hair, nice boobs and a lovely slapable arse, although what sealed it was the obvious filth lurking behind the eyes and in her suggestive mannerisms - you just knew she knew her way round a cock and would be dynamite in the sack if you ever got the chance.

On this particular occasion we had got chatting whilst my friend was outside having a cigarette. Before long I had followed her onto the dance floor where she was certainly enjoying the attention from other men and I'd realised I had to move quickly or risk losing out to someone else, such was the almost animalistic signals she was giving off - like a big cat coming into season.

In fairness she made it quite easy for me, I danced near her and after making eyes a few times we gravitated towards one another. I was close in behind her and, as she wasn't shy of pressing her fit arse into my crotch, I let my hands rest on her hips. Before long we were snogging and I was running my hands all over her body, what used to be described as 'heavy petting' on safety posters at the swimming pool.

Unfortunately my mate wanted to move on but we exchanged numbers and over the next few days arranged to meet for a coffee in the same bar.

There was a real sexual undertone to our Whatsapp messages, Tracy was clearly up for anything and was happy for me to lead her. Prior to our meeting I told her to wear some nice knickers as I expected her to take them off during our coffee date and hand them to me for safe keeping until we met again and fucked.

I arrived at the bar first and was flirting a little with the barmaid when Tracy arrived, tottering slightly unsteadily in her heels and wearing a tight dress that screamed 'Fuck me' and was hardly appropriate for a Wednesday lunchtime. Exactly what I was hoping for really and I got a knowing look off the barmaid whilst my cock twinged in my suit trousers.

We sat down and after chatting casually for half an hour or so Tracy leaned in to whisper that she was going to the ladies and would have a gift for me when she returned. A few minutes later I watched her walk towards our table with a cheeky smile and a flushed complexion, then she sat down opposite me and placed a somewhat damp pair of knickers in my hand.

Now I've never considered myself to have a knickers fetish but these were delightful, a turquoise and black striped satin gusset trimmed with black lace. In the days that followed I was pretty much constantly wanking with them wrapped round my cock, I couldn't get enough of the feel of the satin on my shaft and the tantalising tickle of the black lace as it brushed my balls in time with my stroke. They even smelt a little of her perfume, the little sexpot.

Due to other commitments I didn't get to see her again for a couple of weekends but that gave us plenty of time to plan and we both enjoyed the anticipation of the moment when I finally slid my cock deep inside her yearning pussy.

That is another story for another time though.