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I lost my virginity at the age of twenty-two to a lady of seventy-two which if I'm totally honest was not a pleasurable experience.
This very pleasurable part of my life happened completely unexpectedly six weeks after I lost my cherry.
My thanks again go to my anonymous volunteer editor.
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I was a maintenance engineer for a nationwide company, well more precisely my title was technician and my work often involved working closely with contractors when they installed new equipment. One such contract was in progress and, experimentally, I was removed from all other duties and worked with the contractors exclusively even to the point that I took my tea breaks with them. This was frowned upon by my colleagues but it did seem to oil the cogs and make the work go more smoothly than on other contracts.
Also unusually there were a high proportion of females this time. The manager was Lizzy, a large lady in every respect. She was about fifty, stood well over six feet tall and I guess at least twenty-five stone (350lbs) even her hair was a massive dark brown curly perm with white roots. Lizzy was an excellent manager and kept everyone on their toes, they were all a little bit unnerved by her which was the way she liked it. In reality she would do anything for anyone and was good at letting people off for doctor's appointments etc, as long as they didn't take the micky.
The supervisor was Alison, looked gorgeous and she knew it, mid twenties blue-eyed, short blonde bob style hair, about five foot three with a slim figure, never wore makeup on her naturally pretty face, big breasts and never a bra. A popular summer style at the time was vest tops with one shoulder strap, she carried this well which she usually wore with tiny shorts and the regulation protective boots.
She was very conscientious and was usually the last one out, checking on the day's work and making sure everything was switched off and safe. This was one of my duties really so we were often together at this time. It was also easier for us to prepare things for the following day when the others had gone.
The contractors finished at midday on Friday. There was always overtime available in the afternoon, but Lizzy would be standing at the door and sending them home if they returned from the pub worse for drink.
One such Friday Lizzy had turned them all away and was in the office so I thought I was in the equipment room on my own tidying and switching off lights etc.
"Oi what are you doing?"
"Who's that?"
"Put the lights back on."
"Where are you?"
"Up on the wiring grid, put the yellow transformer back on... Thanks."
"I thought everyone had gone home, where are you, what are you doing?"
"Can you come up and give a hand please, over by the hole to the next room." I climbed up the ladder and crawled over the cables, the normal space above the equipment racks is about five feet and allowing for the metalwork and cables this came down to about three feet. In that corner the cables were particularly deep and the ceiling height was reduced a little too. Some of that day's new cables were a mess and Alison was trying to tidy them before the rest went in next week.
Alison was wedged in well under two feet of space kneeling on the cables with her back firmly against the ceiling, The view that greeted me was the top of her head, her blonde hair hanging down, her breasts hanging down, one encased in the blue shirt and the other almost hanging out and one knee. I helped her reposition the cables then helped pull her out of the space she had become wedged into and onto the area where the ceiling was full height. I was backing out of the space so I got a lovely view when her breast did escape which she had obviously not realised. "I think you may want to sort canlı bahis that out" and pointed.
"Oops, sorry." As she stuffed it back in...
"Don't be sorry"... she kissed me. "Oh what was that for?"
"Most blokes wouldn't have said anything and just ogled."
"I must confess I was tempted."
"Or make a grab for it."
Now to say I fancied Alison was a bit like saying water runs down hill. She was always up for a laugh but I had seen the way she repelled any attempt of chatting up, to the point of lesbian rumours. "I was tempted to do that too." Alison kissed me again.
"But you're too much of a gent for that." I responded to the kiss by holding the sides of her jaw and cheeks and kissed, we went for tongues and in no time we were getting carried away. I did make a grab for her breast and whipped it back out of her shirt. Alison rolled onto her back and kneeling beside her, I took the nipple into my mouth. I was then able to play with the other nipple with one hand and caress all over with the other hand. It found its way in the leg of her short shorts and knickers and to her pussy, she giggled. "And there was me saying how much of a gent you are." We kissed some more while Alison opened my flies and extracted my hard willy. She was pumping it for all she was worth which was not easy due to the restricted space and the uncomfortable cables we were amongst. I moved round, slid my fingers in the top of her shorts and knickers and started tugging them down, she helped by lifting her bum. I pulled them right down and off her boots then moved toward her pussy. Big surprise, her heavily trimmed pussy hair matched the hair on her head, it had not occurred to me that her blonde was a natural colour. I moved in closer, sucked on her clit and licked her out. She tasted quite salty which was not much of a surprise as we had been putting in a lot of effort to moving the cables in a very warm confined space. Alison held my ears and pulled me back to her mouth and we kissed again "Mm salty, is that what I taste like?"
"Mm yes." While we kissed more I slipped my own shorts and pants down but could not get them over my boots so Alison pushed me over onto my back and vacated the comfortable spot. I slid into the space and she climbed on top, sitting on my lower belly and started slipping back and forth with my now very erect willy behind her. It kept finding itself nestled between her bum cheeks. She developed a lovely smile, went stiff you could wear an old sack and still look good."
"SEE, I said you're a gent" glanced at the clock, "Taxi is late."
"Taxi? I was expecting to drive."
"Don't you drink?"
"Well yes."
"So the taxi is late" beep, beep, a glance to the window, "let's go." I had no time to think about getting home.
There was some sort of festival on so the taxi dropped us at the end of the high street. We walked slowly with Alison holding my arm, looking in various windows and menus "Thanks for helping me this afternoon."
"No thank you." I replied.
"Seriously, it would have been bloody hard on my own."
"Hey no work... deal?"
"Deal."
We watched some guys doing tricks with diablo's for a few minutes and dropped some coins in their charity box.
"Fancy Italian?"
"I've never eaten Italian apart from a tin of spaghetti hoops."
She laughed at my comment "There seems to be too much you haven't done. I'll talk you through it if you fancy; they have seats outside at the back."
"Sounds good to me."
We were seated by the side fence, overlooking a large stream and read through the menu together. There were three dishes I fancied. I ordered a chicken meal and Alison chose the other two and a bottle of Soave. The waiter left with a smile. "I know you said you're hungry but.... I usually go for bahis siteleri a medium wine but I'll trust your judgement."
"I like all those you fancy and thought we'd like to share. The Chef won't like it but who cares?"
A different waiter brought the meals "I think there has been a mistake," as he started to turn.
"Excuse me, we've ordered three meals."
"Do I need to bring another chair?"
"No just us two."
He reluctantly left the three meals.
"And two more plates please." He returned with the two smaller plates and a big guy in an apron looking none too pleased, looking our way from the door.

During the two hours we were seated, we spoke incessantly about our families, Bjorn Borg