DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

This felt even better if such a thing was possible, tight and wet and hot, plus I could now get one of those nipples in my mouth, still was too embarrassed to look at her while we fucked, if I did I was sure I’d lose my hard-on, Linda settled that awkward theory by telling me to kiss her. I needn’t have worried, though I did close my eyes the first time, her kisses were passionate, the same quivering lipped, teeth knocking, tongue wrestling kisses of earlier when she’d cum as I ate her pussy. Fuck it was sexy, such a turn on, this older woman who I thought could probably get any man, as long as they were single and over 35, or young and lonely and thousands of miles from home, or young and thought their mates wouldn’t find out, or like me, young, virgin and with a thing for that sexy older lady on their delivery route. I didn’t care, I thought she was beautiful at that moment, and for a few years after too, even after I was married, by which time all her f****y had gone, both daughters having married US servicemen and moved to the states, they came home every few years to visit and she went over there the odd time too, the rest of the time she was alone, but not lonely.
I visited at least once a week till I married, then it was once a month after that, then a couple of times a year which petered out to anniversaries of our first time. She moved to the states to live with one of her daughters when she retired from work and it was a recent meeting after not seeing each other for years which prompted me to write this. A few months ago I was in my local supermarket when I saw this old woman approaching me; I didn’t really pay much attention to her, just another pensioner doing her shopping. She was accompanied by a stunning looking girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, it was she that caught my lecherous forty nine year old eye. I was trying to get a good look at her without appearing to be gawping until she got to about five feet away and her face took my breath away.