It was a cheeky night out following a night shift.

I'd been talking to someone on a dating website during my breaks on nightshift. He seemed familiar to me, but I didn't actually realise how familiar until I was at the bar that night.

He smiled at me, whilst he stood in the company of some of my friends from the local cricket club, where as a cricketer himself, he helped coach the youth team. He was Tall, smartly dressed and softly spoken.

Me, I'm 5'9" Blonde divorcee, average build with big boobs and a dark hairy pussy on a body that hasnt been used for years.

Looking back now, when he'd asked me out during our previous evenings texting, I'd told him I was going out to the local pub, so actually he was being a little pushy. This wasn't a coincidence.

I'd had a funny few months leading up to here. I had met a person, Phil, who had pretended he was single, and we had some great sex, but something wasn't quite right. I found this to be a long term partner of his who worked at the same place as me, but Phil is another story, for another time.

I'd also met Mick, who was in and out of my life for periods of a time, but this was purely sex. Mick had a cock like no other man I'd ever experienced. So big it brought pain but immense pleasure. I secretly still touch myself thinking about the sex on the trampoline in my back garden, even now, 10 years later. It's definitely a good "go-to" in my secret wank bank, times when I need to cum fast.

Cue Paul. Paul was a lot older, very interesting and funny, yet had a quiet presence also. He was physically large, as in over 6 foot, with very large weathered hands from outdoor work, which I found out over the coming weeks random meetings was due to his gardening business.

He had shown me a lot of interest for weeks, trying for a date, but I always rebuffed his advances, partly due to his age, nearer 50 and I was 40, and also due to my busy shifts.

I went to town one night with the girls but actually didn't stay out long, and decided to go home early, and text Paul. We text late into the night and explained a bit about ourselves to each other. He had three daughters, a landscape gardening business and a share in a garden Centre.

Originally from Yorkshire, Paul had met someone in Newcastle and had lived there for 10 years.

Now, due to separation, the house was for sale. Typical story of a separated man.

As my boys played Cricket we attended a few functions at the club, and Paul was always somewhere in the back ground, still trying to chat me up and asking me out, it was becoming a running joke among my friends.

I'd asked a few people about him, but nobody knew a great deal as he wasn't local.

This one particular night, he'd asked if I fancied a night out after work to Durham, and I finally relented. Obviously I still hadn't learnt the rule of "eat before you go out" and "don't date when you're horny" but I had no time for either recently.

He was smartly dressed in a white shirt, tight jeans, but he definitely looked older than his years. We laughed and drank several G & T's and with an empty stomach I was drunk quite early in the night, making me more flirty. We ended up in the local nightclub, but the only place still open for a late drink or hook up.

He Leaned in to kiss me, and his lips were firm and warm against mine. He didn't force anything, just moved his mouth over mine. I found myself leaning into his kiss, wanting to know what he tasted like. My tongue snaked out and traced the contours of his mouth. He groaned and parted his lips. I took advantage of this and slid my tongue inside his fresh mouth. I felt like I was forcing him a little and it made me feel quite powerful and sexy.

His breathing was heavy, our chests pushed close together. I could have stepped away at any time. I was in control here, and that gave me quite a throb in my pussy. I was teasing this old man and making him want me so much.

Sliding my hands over his chest I could feel the muscles of a working man beneath my hands, before linking them behind his neck pulling my chest tight against his, and me stood on my tip toes kissing him.

He broke the kiss, burying his face in the curve of my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, light stubble grazing my flesh, sending electricity to my wet pussy. His large hands went round my waist and rested on my arse, and he whispered "he thought I was so sexy and should we go?"

I moaned a incomprehensible response, and he asks "Does this mean yes?" I responded by arching my hips slightly to bring my pelvis into alignment with his. The large hard bulge behind his jeans both fascinated and terrified me. It had been such a long time since I felt this heat and passion I wanted to fuck Paul there and then. The G & T's certainly helped.

We leave the club and hail a taxi to take us back to my house.

In the cab, I'm sat in the rear with my back rested against the door, Paul is sitting facing forwards and my legs are laid across his lap. We start kissing again, and we seem to forget where we are. Paul has one of his large hands behind my head, pulling me in for a kiss, whilst the other is inside my top twisting my nipples and mauling my breasts. I've got big breasts, but they seem small in his hands. I'm going dizzy at the sensations of my nipples and it's sending feelings to my pussy also. The young white taxi driver, who must have only been in his 20's, kept stealing looks at us, and he could see me being pleasured.

I had a long dress on, which had parted slightly, so he began to rub my inner thighs and up against my soaking panties. He pulls them to one side and rubs his thick long fingers over my swollen lips. I can smell my faint arousal and the taxi driver has now slowed to about 10 mph and put the interior light on so he can watch without crashing.

I was so sure I wouldn't fall for him on this night out, I hadn't shaved my legs or pussy, or even had a proper wash. This was my insurance policy - this would hold me back, or So I thought.

My legs fall apart and Paul inserts two thick fingers from his huge right hand inside me. I pull him closer for a kiss and he starts pistoning those fingers in and out of me, in front of the young taxi driver. I'm moaning and rocking my hips to fuck his hand, and within seconds my whole body goes rigid, my mouth makes a big 'O' shape, as I shake and cum on his hand. The taxi driver is in awe, just sat stroking his cock over the top of his Pants.

We get out of the cab at mine, and fall into the house. Shutting the door quickly, we kiss in the hall way. During this kissing I start to reflect how much i don't know Paul, and how I've just got carried away and been finger fucked to an orgasm in front of a taxi driver.

I don't know where he lives, I only know mutual people from the cricket club, who didn't really know much about him either when I asked earlier, other than he also plays cricket.

He kissed me hard and passionately, holding my head in place with his huge hands, and the smell of his aftershave filled my nostrils. I give up fighting, and pulled his belt open and opened his shirt. I lower my hand into his shorts and I feel his cock. My hand cannot close around his hard girth and he is pretty long. I give his cock a few tugs and he lifts my dress over my head in one, and pulls my soaking pants off. He laid me down on the rug in the kitchen, he stood between my parted legs and took a look at my hairy pussy.

From my perspective I could see he trimmed his pubes and balls, which were quite large, and he had a large thick cock. I'd just cum on two fingers so this big cock was going to make me cum again for sure.

It wasn't quite as big as Mick's cock, but it was certainly bigger than any others I'd had before then and since then.

He got down between my legs and licked me with one big long stroke, As he held a breast in each of his large hands. I now didn't care if I hadn't washed my pussy for a week, I'm so horny for a fucking.

He flicks his tongue up and through my wettness, and over my clit before returning back down to near my arsehole.

He says i Hope you're ready for this. I groaned yes, and yes again I idly stroke my pussy as Paul tears open a condom and rolled it down his long shaft.

He kneels between my open thighs and his cock Is rubbed against my clit a few times before he pushes himself inside me, and just over my ridge. I scream out in pleasure at this penetration, and he comes down and kisses my lips to silence me. He thrusts in and out, slowly with each thrust but very deep. His expert cock strokes filling me makes me cum within a minute. I squeal and clamp my legs around his back, trying to cuddle into him. Instead of letting me come down from that orgasm, this position just seems to spur him on, making his thrusts go deeper and harder, but no faster. He can tell i haven't been fucked like this for a while. He picks up his pace and by now I'm trying not to make any noise, but I can't catch my breath, and I reach a prolonged orgasm.

I have never had one of these orgasms before or since this night, where my whole body goes rigid, in a constant state of orgasm, but the fucking doesn't stop, like a constant waves where my legs shake. This spurs him on further to keep fucking me at the same pace and rhythm, and he makes me reach this point several time's that night

we lay there spent, and he stayed over that night

The next morning we picked up where we left off. Only difference being now I wasn't drunk and i was still loving it, and wanted more.

I climbed up on top of him, with my long hair draped over his face, my boobs hanging forward, and slid my pussy across his hard throbbing cock. Rubbing my clit over his firmness, sliding my wetness over him, I was definitely going to cum when he suddenly picked me up and repositioned his cock, and forced me hard down on it. Its size totally filled and stretched me and took my breath away. I slowly started moving a few times in a way that was more comfortable, but he arched his pelvis to go further inside me. He held me in this position, with him hitting something high up inside me, and then moved me around over his cock like I was a rag doll. I quickly came and spilled love wee all over his tummy.

I was on nights that night, I had no sleep during the day, and he spent all day fucking me with the bedroom window open for everyone to hear his success. I think I he also wanted to see how often I could orgasm, and I lost count.

I couldn't sit down at work that night, as I'd been fucked so much I felt bruised.

For someone who didn't look very fit, he was certainly a welcome surprise and more than scratched an itch when I needed it.

He asked me out repeatedly after this but I cooled off for months. We did fuck a few more times until about the October, when I met someone else, who I am still with today.