I WAS IN MY EARLY TWENTIES WHEN I MET LOIS

We met regularly for coffee, to liaise about work issues, learning more about each other every time. Lois was divorced, no children, a career woman, with no current relationships. Asking me if I was in a relationship. What type of girls I was attracted to? Without exception every time we met, crossing and recrossing her wonderful legs for me. Showing me generous amounts of her magnificent thighs. Flirting with me, as we held each other’s gaze.

One day she was nonchalantly telling me about her sexual preferences, when some of her questions became really personal, and so exciting for a boy my age. “I have a thing about well hung men, men who are really well hung and thick.” Even at that age I was aware I had been blessed with a large, thick cock. Should I tell her? Or does she already know somehow?

For a boy my age Lois was an incredibly attractive woman, though surely out of my comfort zone, out of my range, out of my league. One morning after coffee she asked me to go shopping with her, leading me into an upmarket lingerie store. I was embarrassed though excited, my imagination running wild when she asked my opinion on some items, black stockings, garter belts, sexy knickers and bras. Quickly learning Lois was. “a full size-12,’ according to the sales lady. Teasing me when she told me, “If you were a little older you could have watched me trying on some clothes.

When she asked me to her apartment for a Friday night dinner. I assumed it was to be a dinner party with other invited guests. It quickly became apparent I was the sole dinner guest as Lois showed me around her apartment while holding my hand. Her lavish bedroom with mirrors on the walls and ceiling,

After a gourmet dinner with wine to match Lois was holding my hand when she asked, “Would you like to watch me try on some of my lingerie for you?”

She had her dress raised as she slid the black stockings over her legs, clipping them to them to the straps of the garter belt I hadn’t realised she was wearing. From then on I have had a thing about women fitting and removing there stockings, teasing me as they did. When Lois asked me to remove her dress, kissing me while did, I had the biggest, hardest boner I had ever had. Recognising the cup-less bra I had watched her ***********.

What a sexy body, legs, thighs, hips, ass and tits. Fucking Lois until two-thirty in the morning, three times, a huge orgasm each time for me. In the afterglow I was so pleased when she reminded me, “I told you I have a thing about well hung men, men who are really well hung and thick. You are magnificent, fucking magnificent. So big, so thick. Fuck ne some more.”

After the young girls I had associated with, had sex with, Lois was a revelation, a real woman with a sexy body. Legs, thighs, hips, ass and tits. I couldn’t have enough of her, making love, fucking up to five times a day. I had never worshiped any of my girlfriends ass’s, the thought had never even crossed my mind.