She changed my life that night. I’d never felt that kind of connection with anyone before her.

I mean, I’d messed around plenty during my travel year in the UK after getting my Masters, but always with girls my age.

She opened my eyes to so many things, not least of which is how astonishingly sexy older women are. Their confidence... How comfortable they are within themselves – how they’ve come to know what they want and how to get it... 

To this day, I’ve never seen a woman cum so hard. Embrace vulnerability whilst remaining so authentic to her desire. To trust entirely - truly fall apart in my arms like Tina did that night.

It changed everything for me.

Christmas Eve. God, nearly a decade ago now – has it been that long? 

I was making ends meet waiting tables at one of the fancy restaurants in the Lake District. The type with a veranda, where everyone could sit in summer and look out. Point at the little sail boats, weaving about on a windswept Ullswater evening.

Not so that midwinter night. Clear and moonlit, I remember how still the water was before dinner service. Inky black. Only dark, languid ripples hinting at the depths below. Mass of the fells looming all around, glowering silhouettes in the ghostly pale moonlight. Cold too. No snow that year, but bitter. Frost fingers caressing the windshields of the cars in the parking lot well before second course was served.

Only later did the wind come. Relentless – howling down the valley from the northeast shore. Shockingly cold, stripping the warmth from you in seconds.

I think that’s what stopped me. After my shift, tired and ready to get home. Waving off my colleagues’ invitations to join them for drinks before midnight mass at the village church.

I saw her, bent over under the hood of her old Merc, clutching at a scarlet shawl draped around her shoulders while the wind whipped her hair around her face. She looked so cold.

I think that’s what made me walk over, coat pulled tight around me. Knock on the window the fourth time I heard her try and fail to start the engine.

I remembered her from earlier. That table all rowdy and loud. Except her... Eight women, all beautifully turned out, made-up, accessorized. Her ‘divorcees support group’ Christmas dinner, she’d tell me later. Single ladies in their forties, blowing off steam. Her treat...

And boy, had they taken advantage. The wine had flowed all night long, six tasting courses washed down with a startling amount of pale-amber Sauvignon. I recall how sultry eyes and wandering hands soon made waiting their table an exercise in weary endurance. Pretending not to notice when a manicured hand touched my butt or upper thigh...

Not her though. 

Sober throughout, she was polite, respectful. Never failing to make eye contact when I approached to ask if they needed anything more. Her eyes. That smile... Things I question in my memory now – whether I noticed her beauty then or later. I do remember blushing when I took her order though. Rare for me.

“Need some help?” I asked, waiting for her to roll down the window.

“Do you get signal here?” She replied. “I need to call a taxi.”

Nodding, I handed her my phone through the window, noticing her shiver – goosebumps lifting all along her bare arms as the cold air blew in. I remember her dress to this day – how could I forget? Red, sleeveless – with white sable around the hem and neckline. They’d all worn a version like it, all eight at her table. Looking like some 'Mrs Claus' convention when they’d all walked in... But hers was something special. Tina the only one who didn’t look like she was in fancy dress. Stunning curves on show, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders.

 “Thank you so much - It’s the starter, I think... I’ve got the tool at home, I just – I feel so stupid. I took it out earlier to make room for my luggage...” She fell quiet, two of us waiting for the local taxi firm to answer. 

She gave it three tries before gratefully accepting my offer of a lift.

“It’s not far,” She promised, as we rattled about the back roads in my beat-up borrowed hatchback. “Thank you so much for helping me out...”

Introductions made, we chatted as I drove. She told me about how she’d planned to drive to London that night, heading straight from the restaurant. Hoping to get to her friends’ place while the roads were quiet. That’s when I asked whether she was meeting her husband there... Feeling the tone of our conversation shift, the sadness in her voice when she’d answered. Tina explained then about the ‘divorcees support group’ – and how she was normally more than happy on her own, but there was just something about Christmas...

How no one should be alone for Christmas.

I’d thought she was joking when she pointed out the house. A vast, glass-fronted lakeside property I drove past each day on my way to work at the restaurant. I’d always assumed it was some spa retreat or something. It never occurred to me anyone might actually be able to afford to live in it.

Tina laughed. “Seemed like a better idea back when we planned to start a family, but...” She trailed off. “It’s very pretty here and I just couldn’t bear to leave. Ever since I published my first book, the dream was always to have a house by the lake...”

I still remember the smile she gave me when I draped my coat over her shoulders and walked her to the door. My heart’s rhythm stumbling when those warm, brown eyes caught the light of the porch lamps and she asked me if I wanted to come inside.

She offered me a drink and told me to make myself comfortable while she tried to locate the tool for the car, coming back to the beautiful living room with its view over the dark, moonlit lake a few moments later. Carrying two glasses of scotch, soft lighting picking up glittering highlights in the cut-crystal glasses. Tina passed me my drink and gestured for me to sit, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden...

“Everything OK?” I asked, loosening my tie and watching her move. Valiantly trying to keep my eyes off her hips as she stepped over to the fireplace, bent down and turned a dial to fire it to life.

“I just saw the time... I don’t think I’m going to make it to London tonight. She sighed, sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the lights of huge Christmas tree over by the window, twinkling points and baubles adorning every branch. “I feel bad having dragged you out here – I hope I’m not making you late... Keeping you from someone...”

Then it was my turn to laugh. Sharing the details of my bedsit accommodation – only souls waiting for me there being my kind (if ancient) landlord, Jim and his Border Collie, Alfie.

“What about Christmas? Surely, you’re with someone for Christmas?” Tina’s look so earnest, genuinely concerned.

“It’ll be a nice rest for me. Chef gave us all a dressed turkey crown to enjoy, so I can enjoy that while Jim’s at his daughter’s.” I still wonder what she saw in my expression – my attempt to reassure her.

“Ross, I...” Tina sighed. “I hate the thought of you being by yourself.” 

I remember the way she looked at me in that moment, dark eyes looking up through long lashes. Perfume rising from her neck, delicate features framed in the low light of her sumptuous home. A tension in her expression, parted lips and raised eyebrows part-pleading, part appraising. 

I found myself tongue-tied. Nervously draining my glass in the hope that grain alcohol might gift me some wit or wisdom.

“Well, neither of us should be alone tonight... Not on Christmas Eve. Stay for another...” Tina breathed softly, not quite a question, but not quite an instruction either.

“Please Ross, I insist... Stay for another.” The beautiful woman at my side repeated firmly, lips parted, eyes hot. There was no ambiguity this time.

*

I remember being astonished at how soft her lips were. How confidently she kissed me, body pressed close to mine, side-by-side on the couch. Gorgeous curves inviting my touch.

She let me play - but was always in charge. Letting my hands slide over her dress, telling me via the passion of our kiss where they should travel next. Through each snuffled moan, each soft sigh against my lips, she helped me explore her body. Stopping me only once - when I moved my hand between her knees and went to push higher.

“Just wait... Not yet... I promise you it’ll be worth the wait.” She whispered against my cheek before gently moving my hand back to her hip. “Can I see you?” Tina breathed, kissing the side of my neck and running her fingers over the buttons of my shirt. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you in the restaurant – I’d love to know if my imagination did you justice.”

I remember stripping for her slowly. Never for one moment feeling self-conscious. Tina’s warm stare joyous as she watched me get naked for her. I was in great shape in my twenties, but it didn’t feel like that mattered. Here was a woman ready to celebrate our tipsy moment of impromptu intimacy – whatever shape or size I proved to be. For the first time in my life, I felt as though I was making a promise to welcome pleasure without preconceptions, not trying to preen and posture. Not having to press my case - hoping my swagger and dimensions served to meet expectations.

There was lust, of course. There was desire. But most of all, there was just... delight in my being naked before her eyes. With a dazzling smile, she asked me to sit and then slowly straddled me, letting her dress ride up her thighs as she spread them over my lap. Lowering herself over my hips, soft warmth of her sex just gently kissing the raging hard heat of my straining cock.

“I love how excited you are – you look so good.” She crooned, guiding my hands to her hips before stroking my face. “Now, I want you to enjoy me, but we’re gonna go slow, OK? Like unwrapping the presents under the tree, all glossy paper and silky ribbon. Take your time. Let the anticipation build... The gift at the end is worth it, I promise...”

Tina kissed me again, my head in her hands. Slowly helping shrug the straps off her dress before directing my kisses to her slender shoulders. Tentatively, I reached up her back, inched the zip of her dress lower, waiting for her reaction...

I didn’t have to wait long... With a deep groan of longing, I felt Tina roll her hips. Press her pussy against my rock-hard cock – heat of her arousal astonishing. With each kiss I placed over her neck and collarbones, she started to grind a little harder. Guiding my head lower in her hands, leading me lower until I was kissing the soft swell of her breasts. Gently, gently sliding that clinging dress from her gorgeous figure, revealing inch-by-inch more delicate flushed skin for my lips to worship.

All the while, feeling her grind harder against my cock, coated in wetness from her soaked underwear. I watched as she removed her bra for me, lifted padded cups away to reveal her breasts, nipples dark and swollen – puffy and soft. 

“Go easy – they’re really sensitive, OK?” Tina warned me with a smile, before stroking my jaw and drawing my mouth towards her perfect tits.

I realized quickly she wasn’t joking, each gentle suck and lick eliciting a moan or gasp, slick arousal my reward as she rubbed the soaked slit of her panties against my cock and whispered praise against my ear.

“Good, mmmm... Good boy – just like that.”

To this day, I’m not sure if she came like that, but I remember looking up at her, Tina’s eyes half closed in ecstasy while I pulled a nipple softly against my teeth and flicked the tip with my tongue. I remember her shivering, back arching suddenly while I continued to lick... Then giving a huge, shuddering sigh while her hips bucked softly, new gush of wetness spreading where her soft cunt was spread over my throbbing cock.

Gasping, swallowing, she rose off my lap gently. Took my hand and guided it between her legs, sable hem of her dress soft against my forearm as my fingers drew close to the raging heat of her sex.

“Now I’m ready... God, yes... Now, touch me...” She whispered, wrapping my head in her arms. Whimpering when my cool fingers helped tease her underwear to one side and met the astonishing wet heat of her pussy. Smooth folds plump and slick under my touch,  she moaned when I brushed something firm, fingertips circling back from her opening to find it again, stunned when I realized it was her clit – stood stiff and proud, needy for attention.

“Yes... Oh... Fuck yes...” She cried out before kissing me eagerly. “OK, little lower - bit more pressure... Aaahh... F-Fuck... Good boy... Yes, that’s it – make me cum – just like that.”

Tendon wedged against her rigid clit, I rocked my finger from side to side, tip just sliding into her white-hot, dripping entrance each time. Listening to her breathing change, I realized she was close, words failing her now. Tina starting to whimper and wail...

Without thinking, I curled my finger inside, shocked at the heat of her, how tight she felt around the width of my knuckle.

“More, more, more - please!” She cried out.

Desperate now, gasping. Fingers wrapped in my hair, holding my head against her breasts, directing my mouth to her nipples again...

“More, please, please – I’m so fucking close!... Don’t stop, don’t stop - ” She groaned loudly, before swallowing hard and starting to tremble. “J-Just like that... Exactly like that – God, that’s perfect...”

Blind now, my head buried in her cleavage, I could only listen as she closed in on her climax, keeping my rhythm, depth, pressure... Hearing Tina snatch ragged, shallow breaths and shivering, desperate exhalations. Then, suddenly she threw her head back... Back arched, shuddering. Muscles in her ass starting to twitch and jerk...

She came so hard... I’ve never witnessed a woman lose herself to pleasure like that. Even now, all these years later.

Giving into her orgasm with a soft, deep roar of lust. Gushing and clenching, sweet juices running between the fingers curled inside her. Hips bucking as she gasped and sobbed with joy.

“Good boy – you did so good...” She panted after a few moments spent shaking and sighing in my arms. My fingers gently gliding around the tip of her clit until she was still. “That... That was amazing - I can’t tell you how much I needed that tonight...”

With a smile, she sat up and stripped off her dress, flash of red and white momentarily blocking my vision. Then she was revealed to me fully, naked but for her little sodden panties, still pulled to one side. I can’t say for sure what my reaction was – something awe-struck, eyes full of adoration, jaw on the floor... 

But the affect it had on her was... incredible. She beamed at me, radiant, blushing – those dark eyes sparkling. She smelled amazing, perfect sweet musk of her sex joining the elegance of her perfume and the whiskey on her breath. Skin cream, scent of her hair - all combining to make me light-headed, my senses singing for her. Straining, needy – my cock beyond hard for her, dripping pre cum just inches from her glistening mound.

“You want me... don’t you, Ross?” Her question hanging in the air between us while I tried to make words. “I want to feel you inside me...”

Nodding, dumbstruck. I could only watch Tina sit up, reach for my cock and hold it against the dripping heat of her entrance... Then sit back with a long, low sigh – taking every inch of my shaft into the soft, wet warmth of her incredible pussy. Tight around me, caressing every ridge and vein within her softly gripping walls.

She stroked my face as she fucked me, moving her hands to my chest when she started to ride me harder. Beautiful tits pushed up together just under my chin, dark eyes watching my face as she rose and fell in time with my moans...

“Don’t hold back... Let it go – I want it...” Her whisper so soft, but her desire unyielding. She could see it in my face then, how much I was straining to control myself, desperate to make this last. This astonishing pleasure, fucked to the point of utter ecstasy by a woman nearly twenty years my senior.

“Do it... cum for me, my sweet, good boy. Cum inside me...” 

I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d wanted to, my whimpered moans sounding harsh as I felt it build and build... Cock throbbing and swelling inside her incredible cunt as I grabbed her waist and fucked into her, relishing her low moan of joy as I thrust hard into her soaked hole, wanting to cum as deep as I possibly could. 

She held me to her chest as I emptied myself inside her, gasping just once when she felt me erupt – flood of warmth surging into her. We stayed like that for a long time, wrapping a blanket over ourselves once I’d helped clean her and brought her the robe she said I’d find in the bathroom.

Swaddled in my warm, fluffy embrace, she smiled and kissed me, raising her eyebrows at the sound of chimes from the clock in the hall. Midnight...

“Happy Christmas,” She whispered softly.