I met Rose at a 24 hour coffee shop late one night near the airport. She had just gotten in from a flight, and was waiting for a cab. She and I got into a conversation. I found her to be attractive, well read, and strangely enough, flirtatious.

Her cab never showed, and I offered to take her home. At first she said, no she would call another cab, but after a while, she changed her mind. I guess she decided I was mostly harmless.

We continued to talk and flirt a bit as I drove her home. She invited me in for coffee. I stayed until about seven the next morning, and actually all we did was talk. We had traded phone numbers, and talked on the phone off and on for a few weeks. She asked me over for dinner one night, and I went.

She made a really nice spaghetti and meatball dinner with a salad, and we had some wine with it. After I had a few glasses of wine, she looked at me with a smile, and said,

“Give me your car keys, Jack, I am just enough of a mother that I don’t want you to drive home tonight.”

“You have had just as much wine as I have, Rose.” I pointed out. “So you can’t drive me home either.”

“Who said anything about you going home?” she laughed. “Why don’t you stay here?”

I patted the couch we were sitting on. “This feels comfortable enough, I guess.”

Rose stood up, and walked toward her bedroom.

“It probably is, but my bed is a lot more comfortable, and probably more fun, too!”

Okay, I was now officially stunned. Rose is as I have mentioned quite a bit older than me, but looks great for her age. She was about 5’6” maybe 130 pounds. large boobs and an attractive face.

I sat there for about three seconds, and thought, “What the hell!”

“I walked back to her bedroom, and she was nowhere to be seen. From her bathroom I heard,

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.”

I sat down on her bed, and noticed she had lit several candles and placed them around the room, and the lights were dimmed way down. I leaned up against the headboard, and did like Rose had suggested. I got comfortable. I didn’t have long to wait.

Rose came out of the bathroom, wearing a very sexy negligee. It fit nicely to her form. Her nipples were long and hard, and I could see through the negligee that she had a full bush.

She looked at the bulge in my Levi’s and shook her finger at me.

“That does not look very comfortable.” She proceeded to join me on the bed, and unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my fly, and take out my rock hard member.

She started to stroke me until I groaned. She wet her lips.

“Now Jack, I am just old fashioned enough to ask you not to come in my mouth.”

“No problem!” I mumbled as she started to go down on me. I reached around and started to play with her tight nipples.

After a few minutes of this, I got out of the rest of my clothes, and we moved around so that I could return the favor. She continued where she left off, while I gave her a severe tongue lashing. Pretty soon we were both moaning. I kept at what I was doing until she bucked and screamed.

“Oh man, Jack, it has been so long since I have had anyone tongue me like that!”

We held each other for a while, as I didn’t want to end things too quickly. I was in my late twenties, but not 18!

We continued to play and tease each other until Rose got up and climbed on top of me. She proceeded to ride me hard until she came again! Then we rolled over and I entered her from behind.

I was not quite as experienced with women as I might like to have imagined myself, so when Rose gave me some suggestions while we made love, I had no objections. Following her tips on how to please a woman, I fingered her clit, while we rocked back and forth. This lady may have been older but I gotta tell you she came more times than most women my age!

Finally, I was past the point of no return, and I climaxed inside her. We lay cuddling for a time, and she got up, went into the bathroom and came out with a warm wet washcloth. She proceeded to wash of my Johnson.

We got together several more times, and as people do we moved on. I left the state and believe me; she gave me a going away present I will never forget.
This happened close to thirty years ago, and the lessons I learned from Rose have stayed with me, to my wife’s delight. Benjamin Franklin once wrote when encouraging a young friend to consider taking an older woman as a mistress. After expounding several reasons including the fact that on older woman would not get pregnant, he said at the last reason for his suggestion, “8th & lastly. They are so grateful!!!”
While I have no doubt that Rose was grateful, I think both m wife and I are the grateful ones. Here’s to you, Rose, where ever you may be.