After the difficult ‘second story’, I shall cut to the chase a bit quicker!
I was 37, she was 21, going on 22 – we had a six month fling while she was at university studying for a Masters degree – basically we became slightly more than long range Fuck-buddies while she remained open to relationships with boys her own age. It was fun, but did not end well unfortunately.
Quick description and the name is not real – Hester was 5’9 (taller than me by a couple of inches), slim, with LONG brunette hair, so long she could sit on it easily enough. One of my most fondest memories is of her sitting naked or in knickers (so completely comfortable with her nudity around me) brushing that long mane, punctuating each stroke with a thoughtful comment on something or other while looking up at the ceiling, probably to do with her degree or more often than not trying to rationalise my choice of work with the me sitting in front of her. She was into the same sport I do, so was firm in bottom and leg, while her breasts were perfect for her frame, a nice handful, and she had these lovely bee-stung lips that she put to exceptionally good use…She was very pretty and very sexual.