A few years back when I was mid-30’s and we could all head out without having to worry about certain things, I met a cute older lady at the bar.
It started with a couple of cheeky comments at the bar as we were both waiting for drinks, she looked a similar age to me, long brown hair, fairly low cut top and fitted jeans. As the night went on I noticed she kept looking over (obviously I was looking over at her too). She gave me a smile and motioned towards the bar. We met there, and the chat picked up again and got more flirty. This is where I found out she was called Sally, and was 48, which she definitely did not look, as stated earlier!
We had a couple of drinks together, and the sexual tension was palpable, so I asked if she fancied coming back to mine. She quickly agreed, and we finished our drinks and left the bar. There was a lot of kissing and groping on the short walk back to mine, as we were like teenagers.