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I have never related this to anyone. Now in my sixtieth year, I have started to look back at what has made me the man I am, my fondness for women and, especially, I look back upon past encounters with women older than me with great fondness.

I spent the late 70’s at University, spending the first year staying in the Halls of Residence. You might be familiar with this kind of accommodation within an ancient English university and will understand when I describe the dorm arrangements as “basic.” A small room with a single wire sprung bed with lumpy mattress, a sink and a light bulb… Ablutions were along the hall in a communal bathroom. The walls were so thin that you could hear someone fart in the next room and, God forbid if they got lucky on a Saturday night, every sound of copulation right down to the squelching and slapping of bodies meeting in passionate gymnastics! It made it very difficult to study or get restful sleep and it was almost impossible not to get a raging hard-on when those successful collaborations took place.

By my final year, I had secured myself a nice little job on Saturday afternoons, Sundays, Bank Holidays and during breaks from University working in a Hardware shop and the wages came in very handy to supplement the generous allowance I got from my doting parents. Hence; I had resolved to move out into “digs” and prior to my graduation year, I scanned the local newspaper advertisements for “Room for Rent” and scouted ahead on a couple that were within my (meagre) means. They didn’t appeal, being too far from the University or just downright grotty. One particular advertisement headed “Room and Board” met my eye and well within my budget. I called the number given and was greeted by a very calm, nice sounding lady with a North Western English accent named Karen, who confirmed that the room was still vacant and moreso, the address; not much more than a ten minute walk from the University! I arranged to visit that very evening and skipped round there an hour before to scout the premises before the appointed time of 7pm. It passed muster in terms of the nearest pub being five minutes distance, with Indian take-away and fish and chip shop just round the corner! The house itself was a ‘two up, two down’ 1930’s terraced house with a tidy little front garden in a quiet suburban street.

A quick pint to scope out the local pub and there I was at 7pm knocking on the blue painted mock Georgian front door of my potential home for the following year.

The door was opened by a petite, blonde lady who I assessed was in her late thirties, wearing a baby blue ‘shell suit’ (like a track suit, all the rage at that time) barefoot and, I noted, pretty little feet with red painted toenails and matching finger nails. She was about five foot in height, looking up at me at six foot, with her pretty hazel eyes and not too much sign of ageing. In my lusty youthfulness, she was actually a very nice looking woman!

She shook my hand, her tiny hand completely smothered by mine as I introduced myself, then invited me straight upstairs to view the “spare room” that was available for rent. She shoved the front door closed and I stood aside as she brushed past me to the stairs and I followed her lead, taking note of her rather nice bottom and slim figure as I followed her up, making small-talk as we ascended. Her hair was medium length and made up in a bun, loosely clipped to the top of her hair, with loose strands of blonde hair hanging on her collar and pointing out from the bun in all directions.

She had a very calm, foggy and monotone voice (reminded me of a female version of Rod Stewart!), very sweet and feminine, as she showed me the room, the shared bathroom and casually motioned to the closed door to the front bedroom stating “and I sleep in there.” She gave me a rundown of the deal; the room, use of the bathroom and she would do my laundry, with hers, each Saturday morning for an extra two quid a week. I would also get an evening meal only on the proviso that I told her that same morning that I wanted one and was home before the deadline of 6-30pm prompt when she ate. I could have cereal for breakfast included in the rent too.

While she was detailing the deal, she looked me intensely with those big brown eyes, otherwise, I noted her looking me up and down when I asked questions or clarified anything. She stood casually leaning against the bedroom wall, one leg straight, the other bent with one foot resting on the other. I observed her pretty toes flexing and splaying on the toes of her other foot beneath. We chatted a short while as she told me I had free use of the kitchen and the dining room at the rear of downstairs. The “sitting room” at the front of the house was also allowed to be used to “watch telly if I’m not here, or watch what I am watching if I am here and want to watch something!” She then added “You can basically come and go as you please, but I’d prefer you didn’t have your mates round.”

As sinop escort the discussions had progressed, I had wondered about her husband. She relayed the arrangements all the way through with no mention and I wasn’t going to ask. It was all entirely to my satisfaction! The house had central heating, was warm, clean, cosy and well kept. She didn’t have a telephone in the house, but there was a ‘phone box down the road on the corner. There was not much I wasn’t going to get here that I didn’t get from ‘home’ and my own mother! I told her I would love to take the room.

She went silent for a moment of contemplation, looked me up and down as if she was weighing up the “pro’s and cons” then simply said “Great! It’s yours. When do you want to move in?”

We settled on that weekend. I wasn’t working Saturday morning and I even handed over two weeks’ rent; a week’s rent as a returnable bond and a week’s rent in advance. She led me downstairs to the kitchen and dug a spare key out of a green tin on the shelf. She then showed me the small dining room, which had a table to seat six and a sideboard. Then to the front room, which was absolutely pristine and had a three seater sofa plus two armchairs and a coffee table. There was a decent sized colour TV on a unit with a stereo system plus a floor to ceiling wall unit with books, records, cassette tapes, bits of bric-a-brac, china dolls, cats, small decorative boxes and tins etc. There was also one of those electric fires pretending to be a real fire with plastic logs with a long haired white fur rug in front of it.

That was that. We chatted briefly, I thanked her and told her I would see her Saturday morning. She told me she should be home doing the laundry and she would see me then.

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I moved in that Saturday which took one journey in a mate’s van to transfer my belongings. She greeted me with a smile and a welcome and carried on pottering about in the kitchen and going out to hang her washing in the back garden. I spied on her from my bedroom window. Tee shirt and jeans, a pair of flip-flops and hair again tied up in a bun. She had a nice body, a pair of nicely round and pert breasts and a bum that was so firm and shapely that it gave me a chubby just looking at it. I was going to enjoy being here! She even asked me whether I had any washing when I turned up with a black plastic sack full of clothes, but I thanked her and assured her that I didn’t. (Having been to the launderette the night before!).

I settled in easily and got to know Karen quite well over the next few weeks. She had a fantastic sense of humour, very witty and would tease me now and then about what I must get up to in that room because I mostly kept myself to myself and stayed out of her way. She confided in me that she was divorced, never had and didn’t want any kids, worked at a beauty salon and was very much “a home-body” but, of course, would be on the market for a rich handsome prince. She would go out a couple of evenings in the week to yoga and an exercise class and out with her best mate Rachael on a Friday night and, occasionally, Saturday afternoon and evening. Bingo, pubs and cinema were their haunts, I was told. For my part, I would study, mostly, go to Uni and study in my room. Work on weekend afternoons and out for a few beers on a Friday or Saturday night with “the crew.”

It was one of these Saturday nights out that seemed to trigger a change. Karen and I had become best mates. We got along famously and would chat and joke with each other but there was nothing noticeable beyond that. I gave her admiring glances and ogled her at every opportunity, but we kept a safe distance. Then, I hooked up with one of the girls from uni named Elaine. She was a cute, slim ginger girl a couple of years younger than me. She was living in the Halls of Residence and was sometimes seen to make an appearance at the student bar with her mates. She had been giving me the eye for weeks and I happened to be there, got chatting, flirted, had a few drinks with her and to cut a long story short; took her back “to my place” at the relatively early hour of ten at night. She was quite open with me; she had fancied me for ages, was on the pill and wanted me! I briefed her on my living arrangements, that I had a landlady, we were all good, she let me do my own thing, but if we could avoid any confronting her on arrival it might be preferable. When we got to the house, I noted that the lights were out in the front room, only the hall light was on. Karen’s bedroom light was off. I breathed a sigh of relief because it looked like she was out!

I could feel the adrenaline pumping as I quietly inserted the front door key and gently opened the door. All my senses were on high alert, in case Karen was actually home and I didn’t want to look her in the eye and explain what deviant intentions I had in mind! Meanwhile, Elaine, fortified with cheap white wine sivas escort and having had a bit of necking and my hand in her panties on the way to my place was horny as hell was giggling, grabbing my backside and had her hands all over me. I was relieved that nobody was home, rushed Elaine upstairs to my room and closed the door. It wasn’t long before we were kissing passionately, clothing had all been removed and we were thoroughly enjoying performing oral sex on each other. She was begging for me to be inside her, assured me she was on the pill and I simply mounted her and was giving her a good seeing to! She was a very sexy girl. And she was as horny as hell. But what I failed to realise (I should have guessed from her rather noisy reaction to having my hands inside her panties) was that she was a screamer!

To be more accurate, she was actually a moaner and had a filthy mouth! She was noisy as hell and very vocal. Whenever I took her nipple in my mouth, touched her clitoris, licked her pussy or did anything that tipped her over the edge, she would turn into a raving ranting nympho, moaning, sighing and orating extremely loudly such encouragement as “Oooh yeah! Lick it baby!” Or; “Oh my God! Shove it in me! Yes! Harder!” Her piece de resistance was when I had used all my best moves and was buried balls deep in her wonderful, tight, pink ginger haired pussy, she moaned VERY loudly in the sexiest begging voice “Oooh! Make it last!” That was it. I was forced over the edge and emptied into her. I even get a chubby right now recalling in my mind the phrase and how she said it.

After round one and the requisite clean up with tissues, we cuddled together naked on the bed, me on my back with her snuggled up with her head on my chest purring. Those were the days when I only needed a few minutes of recovery before the next sitting. To her delight, hushed small talk and a stroking hand tracing up and down from my chest to my belly, occasionally down over my now turgid penis had me ready to engage in further shenanigans. She suckled my nipples, which always had a positive effect on my readiness. She then started cooing and holding a one sided conversation with my rapidly engorging member before she slowly slid her head down and grasped me with one hand and took me into her mouth. Lots of humming in pleasure and telling me what a wonderful cock I had dispersed with taking its entire length into her mouth, forcing herself down until she had it in her throat and was gagging and uttering filth. Right then, and I remember the precise timing, the front door slammed. Elaine had my cock in a death grip in her throat, my eyes were rolled up into my head and I was desperately trying not to empty my load.

“Shoosh! She’s home!” I uttered in a stage whisper. Elaine released me from her throat and held the swollen glans in her mouth, circling the tip with her tongue, as she cocked an ear. I had no fear of Karen walking in on us. She never came into the room when I was there and just wouldn’t just bowl in without knocking anyway. I heard her moving about downstairs as Elaine’s tongue played around the shaft of my swollen cock, rimming the underside of its tip, licking up and down my length, all the while having her head cocked to one side to listen. Even then she couldn’t shut the fuck up! “Oooh! I do love your cock! So big and swollen. I so love you shoving it in me!” Then taking me into her mouth for another suck.

The upstairs hall light came on. I could see the strip of light under the bedroom door. By now, Elaine had crawled up over me and straddled my hips and was busy reaching down between her legs to grasp my throbbing member and guide the tip into her waiting wetness. Footsteps on the creaking stairs… They were carpeted, but I knew each step by heart. Three of them creaked. Loudest creak was two from the top of the first riser up to the half landing. Then one from the top had a slight creak. I would skip these steps when I came in late so as to not disturb Karen.

Elaine breathed and sighed loudly as she lowered herself onto me. The loudest creak on the stairs activated. I swiftly reached up and shoved a hand over Elaine’s mouth to muffle her groans. Elaine pushed her hips forward with me buried deep inside her and gave out a loud gasp which escaped between my fingers. I cocked my head slightly to look past Elaine, who looked magnificent, by the way, perched on top of me, eyes closed in mock agony, beautiful pink nipples on her pert breasts and head thrown back with ginger locks falling over her shoulders. I watched the strip of light under the bedroom door and there, right outside the door, were two strips of shadow. Karen was right outside the door!

Elaine started moving her hips into me. Thrusting gently back and forward, grinding her clitoris onto me and making gutteral squeals and sighs. I tried to muffle her with my hand and kept watch on the strip of light under the door. Karen was still there! Was she listening tekirdağ escort at the door!?

“God yes!!” gasped Elaine, “Give it to me!”

She turned her face away from my hand and threw her head forward as she started to thrust her hips onto me, grinding my cock deep into her. I could feel the head of my erection rubbing round her cervix in a circular motion as she moved.

The cat was well and truly out of the bag! I watched and saw Karen’s shadow move away to the right, which was to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close as Elaine got into full swing, laying forward on my chest as I was buried inside her, panting and moaning into my ear, uttering all kinds of filthy exclamations to describe how much she was enjoying herself. By now, I had shifted my body so that I was at a slight angle to the bed and could watch the bedroom door. I held Elaine tight to me as we fucked in this position, with her on top, me thrusting up to meet her. I embraced her in a deep passionate kiss. A cunning ploy, I figured, to keep her noise down. She got me. I reached orgasm at the same time as she did, loudly, bucking and rocking on top of me whilst releasing herself from the kiss and crying out “Ah! Ah! Aaaahh!” The bathroom door opened, Karen moved to the bedroom door again and I watched the shadow under the door. She was listening. Elaine didn’t disappoint. “Oooh Daddy! You fuck me sooo good!” she cooed.

Karen immediately moved away and I heard her bedroom door open then close. I felt a little embarrassed. Not Elaine though. Not a fuck was given. Care factor zero. She was having a ball and didn’t give two hoots who knew about it! It turned into an all nighter. Elaine decided to stay over and woke me a couple of times during the night to fuck her. Noisily.

Next morning, relatively late at nine o’clock, I awoke alone. I jumped up, startled, pulled on a pair of jeans and tee shirt and went for a pee. As I came out of the bathroom, I could hear voices downstairs. I checked my clock and it was a quarter to nine in the morning. As I came down the stairs I could hear female voices coming from the lounge. One of them was Elaine! I popped my head round the door and there she was, Elaine, with a mug of tea in one hand and perched in the armchair. Sitting on the sofa were Karen and her mate Rachael.

“Oh! Good morning!” Exclaimed Karen, giving me a knowing smile. Rachael also said “Hi!” and couldn’t disguise a smirk. Elaine got up, leaned over and kissed me. “Morning! Can I get you a cup of tea?” I said “Good morning” back at her and nodded, and she padded off to the kitchen. Karen looked at me, smiled, nodded her head towards the door and asked knowingly with raised eyebrows “Friend of yours?”

“Erm… Yeah. Yes, she goes to uni. We were out together last night in the student bar.”

“Oh. Yes. Well…” Karen responded.

“She seems a lovely girl” offered Rachael.

“Yes. Very erm, chatty” smirked Karen. “Is she your girlfriend?”

I then had to explain that, no, we just knew each other from uni, met up, nothing long term or serious etc. Meanwhile the two of them teased me relentlessly with snide comments. Clearly, Karen had briefed Rachael regarding some of the activities and noise the previous night. Elaine saved me by returning with a mug of tea, we all chatted about nothing important and Elaine excused herself about an hour later with a polite goodbye to Karen and Rachael, whilst I got a kiss and a “See you again soon, hopefully!”

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That night, as I say, appeared to be a trigger. Karen seemed to become even friendlier towards me. She didn’t directly mention the night Elaine stayed over at all, but she would drop an occasional tease in. A couple of nights after, she acknowledged me with “OK Daddy-O!” and asked a couple of times whether I am seeing Elaine again the next weekend. She told me “I don’t want to cramp your style” and that Elaine had told her and Rachael how much she liked me and she seemed rather keen! Karen even claimed that Rachael had got the hots for me because Elaine had given me such a glowing recommendation!

The fact is; I only saw Elaine alone once afterwards, in her room at the Halls, one evening, we fucked like rabbits again and thereafter, I made a point of avoiding her because of what happened next back at my digs…

A couple of weeks after the first encounter with Elaine and a matter of one weekend after seeing her in her room, I was having a shower back at Karen’s place. The deal with the bathroom door was that there was no lock. The toilet, a sink and the bath were all in the one room. In the event that the bathroom door was closed, it was being used. We both knew the rule and there was never once an incident. Until then.

I was taking a shower, which consisted of a wall mounted shower fitting protruding from the wall above the bath taps and a shower curtain that extended to one half of the bath. I was standing at the end of the bath not covered by the curtain soaping myself down when the bathroom door burst open. Karen walked in on me getting a full frontal feast.

“Oh! Sorry!” Karen exclaimed. “I am absolutely desperate for a pee!”

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