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I was at a garden party given by a work colleague, Paula. She’s quite a bit older than me, about 55, but very well preserved. I’m not admitting to anything over 40! Anyway, I got collared by a guy my age whom I didn’t recognise - I wondered afterwards if he had gatecrashed the party, or maybe he was the husband of a colleague.

‘Hi, I’m Andy,’ he said. He was handsome in a rogueish sort of way and had a lecherous twinkle in his eye, rightly so as I soon found out.

‘Hi, I’m Gina,’ I said.

‘Would you like to fuck?’

To say I was gob-smacked would be an understatement. Even when I was young and pretty, no-one had ever said that to me. OK, I’m not exactly over the hill, but one expects rather more subtle approaches as one gets older. Apart from that, my husband was not a dozen feet away. I wondered whether to be offended but decided that, in fact, it was a sort of compliment.

‘That’s a very direct chat-up line, isn’t it?’ I said.

He shrugged. ‘It works, I’ve found. You haven’t answered my question.’

‘Well it doesn’t work on me,’ I said, becoming a little angry. ‘How dare you?’

‘I dare. It saves time.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, look at it this way. I could spend three or four hours chatting up a woman at this party, only to find that she won’t fuck. So I cut to the chase. It takes just a minute or so to ask. I can try all the women here in an hour. Sooner or later one of them will say yes.’

‘How many say yes?’ I was intrigued in spite of myself.

‘One in fifty. Approximately.’

I couldn’t help but admire his cold-blooded mathematics.

‘Well, good luck to you.’

He gave a mock bow and retired; I saw him approach a friend of mine and wondered what reception he would get. Thereafter I kept an eye on the chap as he circulated, leaving behind a trail of red-faced, fuming or chuckling women. Eventually he approached Paula and the conversation lasted a good deal longer than average. Then to my amazement they walked into the house together! I looked around and saw Paula’s husband busy at the barbeque. My insatiable nosiness got the better of me and I crept carefully indoors, trying to detect where they might have gone.

There was a faint noise from upstairs. I followed it, preparing an excuse of looking for the bathroom. A bedroom door was open a few inches. I peeped in and saw Paula with her back to me, and Andy kneeling in front of her. Paula was naked apart from a white thong! Her pale slim body glowed in the sunlight. As I watched, hypnotized, Andy slipped his fingers under the waist strap of her thong and eased it down her long legs. I saw her hands go to his head and grind her pubes against his face. Such a sexual act from a respectable married woman in her fifties made me gasp aloud.

Hot and bothered, I beat a retreat to the garden and spent the next half-hour watching for their return, my mind only half on my friends’ conversations and half on thinking about what Paula and her stud might be doing. Eventually she emerged, looking cool and relaxed in her long white linen dress. Andy appeared after a few minutes, and I collared him.

‘So it worked then.’

He grinned like a cat that had just eaten a tub of cream.’

‘Yep. She’s hot stuff! I love older women.’

‘Why’s that?’

‘They usually aren’t getting enough sex and they know exactly what they like. And they’re grateful afterwards!’

‘Was Paula grateful?’

‘Is that her name? Yes, extremely. She’s going to show her gratitude again in due course. What a woman!’

‘Better than average?’

‘She’s surprisingly tight. And very good muscle control, front and back. She’ll have spunk running down her legs all afternoon.’ He took his hand out of his pocket and showed me the white thong. ‘This is turning you on, isn’t it? ’

It was, but I wasn’t going to admit it to him. ‘You’re a cad and a bounder. Why don’t you go chat up some more women? Try and improve your average.’

‘OK, see ya.’

For the rest of the party I watched Paula playing the perfect hostess, thinking of her naked body under the thin dress, with spunk running down her legs. Did I wish I had said yes?

 

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