As a 55year old woman it's not every day I get the opportunity to hop into bed with a 22 year old guy. Purely platonic of course! A case of one of us sleeping on the floor – him, or sharing the huge super king size bed in the only room we could get in the hotel. What possible risk could there be, a young lad in bed with a horny mature married lady? My name is Siobhan, as I say I'm 55, a natural red head, with very pale, freckled skin, which I've always assiduously protected from the sun, which probably helps me look younger than my age. I'm 5'9” tall, long legged, slim, but my breasts, I think are out of proportion, a bit to large 40ff, though on the bright side they are still round, firm and don't sag. I first met Rick when I signed up for a course to research my family tree. He was there occasionally and we got chatting, when I got stuck he was a wizz at doing searches. He hadn't long graduated and like many recent graduates had been unable to find work. Married, my husband earning a good income, when my company asked for volunteers to work fewer hours, I took the opportunity to work a three day week. Time off in the week, Rick calling at the house to assist me now and again if I got stuck and I'd drop him off later at the flat he shared with three other lads. My husband didn't mind and I enjoyed his company. I noticed him always glancing at my tits and started wearing a loose jumper or scooped top, showing plenty of cleavage whenever he called. I found Rick attractive certainly, too young to hit on I thought, restricting myself to teasing him by leaning forward, pretending not to notice he was looking at my tits. I have quite a high sex drive and found it frustrating, when instead of having sex several times a week with my husband, for the previous few months it had tailed off to once a week if I was lucky. Every thing was in working order and I suspected he was having an affair, no proof except that we didn't had sex as often and him having to work late more frquently. I had resorted to my fingers and toys to keep me satisfied, guiltily imagining that it was Rick fucking me. A naughty little fantasy and that's what it would have remained, had I not gone as far back with my family tree as I could using the internet. With many unanswered questions, Rick told me the only way to search further back was to visit the town they had lived in and check the records. I had planned on going by myself, Rick had a job interview, but at the last minute it fell through and he accompanied me. The county town with the records office was about a 3 hour drive, we were there just after 11am, found some of what we wanted. We had a light lunch before driving on to the place I was interested in where more records might me available. The records might have been available had I thought to check opening times. They were closed until the next day. A three and a half hour journey wasted. It was me that suggested we stay the night, I'd pay for rooms, buy him dinner, a thank you for all his help. The information office directed us to the only hotel on the edge of town. We went in to get rooms, of course there was only one, the honeymoon suite, with a super king-size four poster bed. A quick discussion, whether to stay or drive home we took the room. I told him I was sure I could trust him in such a large bed. Whether he could trust me was another matter, the possibilities already in my mind. No bags, an older woman with her toyboy, I imagine the guy on reception thought, but he didn't even raise an eyebrow as he showed us to the room and told us where the nearest shop was to buy a toothbrush and toiletries. I phoned my husband to tell him I was staying the night, not mentioning Rick. We watched the TV until we went down to dinner, the exact sleeping arrangements not mentioned. Back in our room later neither making the first move until I said I was going to shower. Ideas already forming as I undressed in the bathroom. I showered, washing my body, soaping between my legs I became increasingly aroused at the idea of him fucking me. I usually keep my pussy smooth, but hadn't shaved for several days. I'd bought him razors and foam and quickly shaved, before drying, putting my lacy panties and matching bra back on, wrapping a bath towel loosely around me before going back into the bedroom. Acting as coolly as I could, I let the towel accidentally fall to the floor, standing facing him just long enough for him to realise he could see my tits and pussy through the the lacy material of my bra and panties before, picking it up, handing it to him to take to the bathroom with him. I sat at the dressing table, brushing my hair, listening to the shower, wondering if I dare offer myself to him. The shower stopped. I picked up a sheaf of the documents we had copied and took them with me, getting into bed. Sitting up with the quilt covering up to the waist, excited knowing he would be able to see my tits and nipples through my bra when he came in. I could see he was trying not to stare when he came out of the bathroom, wearing his boxers. I did a double take at the size of the bulge they were covering, pulling the quilt back, patting the bed next to me, inviting him in to join me. He picked up one of the documents, explaining its contents whilst I tried listen not think about his cock. He picked up another page, I decided to make a move. “Rick. Would you mind if I took off my bra? I find it too uncomfortable to wear in bed” I asked. There was a few seconds pause before he replied that he didn't mind at all. I gave a silent sigh of relief, sat up back slightly towards him, reached behind my back, touching my bra, then said “Be a dear. Unfasten it for me” I felt his fingers, touching my back, then on the bra back band. With a deft flick he undid the hook and eye, releasing my tits. The cups fell away from my breasts, the shoulder straps slipped down my arms, and my bra was off. His fingers traced the line of my spine to my waist. I reached for his hands took hold of them and placed them on my naked breasts and leant back. I could feel his chest against my back, his strong arms around me, hands fondling my tits, fingers teasing my hardening nipples. I felt his warm breath on my neck, then his lips as he nuzzled and kissed my neck and shoulder. I kicked the quilt off, as he kissed down my back, lifting my bum when I felt his fingers tugging the sides of my panties. He eased them over my hips and thighs, I pushed them the rest of the way down and off, letting my legs fall open, moaning quietly as his fingers found my cleft, slipping into my wet pussy. I lay back against his young firm body, opened my legs wider, placing my hand on top of his, pressing his hand against my clitoris, forcing his fingers into my cunt. My juices flowing, my pussy so wet, I could hear my cunt squelching as he finger fucked me to orgasm. After I came I lay with my head on his chest, still pressing his hand against my pussy for several minutes before rolling over to face him. I wanted to see his cock. Find out just how big it was and then I wanted him to fuck me. I kissed his face, neck and chest, kissed, licked and sucked his nipples. Ran my tongue over his abdomen, to the waist of his bulging boxers. Gripping the waist band I pulled them down, his dark pubes appeared, then his cock sprang out almost touching my face. I'd thought it was big, it was even larger than I'd imagined. Eight or nine inches of rock hard young cock, heavily veined, as thick as a good sized cucumber, the bulbous cock head already seeping pre-cum. Much larger than my husbands cock, the only one I'd had for thirty one years, or any of the men who fucked me before I got married. I couldn't even close my fingers around it's girth when I took it in my hand stroking it, while pushing his boxers out the way. I licked my lips in anticipation, then licked the tip, tasting the clear liquid I was squeezing out as I wanked him. I moved to a more comfortable position, kneeling with my legs parted, took his hand and put it between my legs. Gently massaging heavy balls, I held the base of his cock, pressing it flat against his belly. I bent over, kissed his balls, licked the length of the underside of his shaft, ran the tip of my tongue around the glans, then licked his cock eye, parting my lips, taking his prick into my mouth. He was big, my lips tight around his prick as I sucked two or three inches in to my mouth. His hand kept wandering from my pussy to my tits, fondling them, pinching my hard nipples, until I moved his hand back to my pussy. A minute or two fingering me before his hands were back, playing with my tits. He couldn't keep his hands off my large heavy, 40ff breasts. After I'd moved his hands for the third time, I straddled him in a 69, letting his tongue give my pussy the attention I wanted, while he could reach my tits, while I blissfully sucked his magnificent cock. I sucked his cock, anticipation growing, deliberately delaying the moment when I'd feel his cock, driving into my tight cunt for as long as I could. About five minutes was all I managed before I just had to have him fuck me. Still straddling, I sat up, wanking his cock, sliding down his body, my pussy pressed against his chest leaving a sticky trail of cunt juices. I held his cock against my pussy, rubbing it against my clitty, adding my sex juices to the saliva already lubricating his shaft. I wanted to look at him, see his face as he fucked me. I turned around, kneeling astride him, my pussy directly above his prick. Holding his cock in one hand, using my other to hold my hole open, I lowered myself onto his pole. I felt his knob touch my hole. Using my fingers to guide him into my cunt I felt him enter me, his thick cock stretching me open. I was so wet and slippery, my old cunt, easily expanded to accept his hard young cock. I lowered myself further, leaning forward, changing the angle of penetration, feeling him pushing his cock deeper in to my cunt. I kept still, bent a bit further forward, my tits swaying as he slowly eased the final couple of inches inside me. He reached for my tits yet again, pinching my nipples, as I began to ride him. His beautiful big cock filled and stretched my cunt, but despite its length and girth it slid smoothly in and out of my slippery juicy fuck hole. Sending delicious messages through my super sensitive clit, my nipples erect, my body hot, flushed pink as the first flutters of an imminent orgasm quickly built. I pressed my hand against tummy, could feel his cock moving inside me, rode him harder, feeling his cock under my fingers. He began thrusting into me, his body slamming against mine. I started to moan, feeling my cunt muscles quiver, massaging his cock, teetering on the edge of climaxing. He fucked me faster, harder, bouncing me on the bed. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, a shiver passed through me, a shudder, nearly there. I forced myself down hard on his cock taking him deep in my hole, grinding my clitoris against him, climaxing powerfully, unable to restrain my loud sobs and cries, of a well fucked woman. I felt him jerk and spasm, ejaculating in three or four hard spurts flooding my cunt with his fresh young seed. It was the best fuck I could remember, the orgasm certainly up there in my top ten best. He pumped so much spunk inside me I needed another shower, and even half an hour later, down in the bar for a night cap, more leaked out soaking my panties. We were back in bed by about eleven for a good nights sleep, except for when he slipped his cock into me and fucked me from behind at three in the morning. Rolled me on my back, spread my legs and fucked me about half past six and again before we showered and booked out in the morning. I had a reminder of that, his spunk keeping my panties wet most of the day. Driving home in the evening I just had to have him again, pulled into a layby just after dark. With cars driving passed, I knelt on the passenger seat and he fucked me from behind, giving me a lovely load more spunk. The joys of young men and their ever ready cocks and I wanted more, lots more. I dropped him of at the flat he shares. He invited me in, but I had to get home, but I did go there the following afternoon. Over the next week or two I mate his three flatmates, all young, reasonably attractive and unattached. As I imagine you already suspect, one thing led to another which I'll write about if you want me too.