Dianne was feeling particularly good, she had just returned from a long week in North Wales where she was looking after a friend’s cottage. While she was there she had been gang-banged by a group of lusty Polish builders and discovered that her old friend was bisexual and kinky with it. She had enjoyed a marvellous week of uninhibited debauchery.

The weather had been unexpectedly warm for Wales and Dianne had been able to spend a lot of time sunbathing naked in a secluded courtyard. Her all-over tan was definitely a factor in her positive demeanour.

As she was driving to work she decided to stop off at the supermarket and pick up a few things she would need in the week ahead. It was easier to do it first thing in the morning, rather than fight the crowds at the end of the day.

As she was going through the isles she noticed an older man working at the bakery counter. She calculated that he was in his mid-sixties. He had a full head of silver and grey hair and a neatly trimmed short beard.  He was neither tall nor short, he seemed well-built and held himself with an air of confidence. She also noticed that he moved with an easy grace. All in all, he was an attractive man and Dianne found herself looking at him more than once.

When she drew level with the bakery counter, he bade her a very cheerful “Good morning” and inquired whether there was anything he could help her with. His accent was not local, he sounded like a Londoner or somewhere in the South of England.

Dianne bought a croissant and a roll to eat with her soup at lunchtime. Whilst serving her the man maintained eye contact and displayed impeccable manners. Dianne was impressed.

What Dianne didn’t notice was that he had also noticed her. From behind the safety of the counter, he was able to take a good look at Dianne’s impressive bum as she walked towards the checkouts. She was an incredibly attractive middle-aged woman, he thought.

Later that day, after he had finished the early shift, he had gone home to the small cottage he rented. After he had showered he had lay on his bed and masturbated. His thoughts were full of salacious images of the women he had met at work. He enjoyed a powerful climax and dozed off for an hour or so.

Much later that evening after she had got home from work and enjoyed a glass of wine Dianne was also masturbating in her bath. As her fingers found her spot she found herself thinking about the man she had met in the supermarket.

After she had orgasmed, Dianne knew that one would not be enough tonight, she was feeling decidedly horny. She had recently taken up with a young toy boy who fulfilled her every need. He worked as a delivery driver whilst studying at university. He was in the middle of his finals and had taken a break from the delivery work so as to concentrate on the exams. Dianne had made it clear that she was there for him at all times if he became too stressed. He was however diligent and hardworking. Qualities that endeared him to Dianne.

Since her divorce, Dianne had fully embraced her bi-sexual side and had enjoyed the intimate company of several women. Her regular lover, a Dutch flight attendant had not flown into Manchester for a couple of weeks. Dianne knew when he wanted cock and when she wanted pussy. Tonight she very definitely wanted a cock.

After supper, Dianne diligently got everything she needed ready for the morning and put her phone on charge. She tried to watch one TV but found herself unable to concentrate on anything. She knew what to do when she felt like this.

Dianne got into bed naked with her Rabbit vibrator and logged onto Lush Stories on her tablet. There was always a naughty friend or two she could chat with while she was pleasuring herself. Her Lush friends never let her down with their uninhibited chats but it was an image of the supermarket worker that stayed in her mind as she pushed the Rabbit deep into her soaking pussy.

In his rented cottage the man was enjoying a second wank. He had lubed his cock and slipped on a cock ring to prolong the pleasure. His mind was full of filthy thoughts about Dianne.

The next morning, on the way to work Dianne again stopped off at the supermarket to buy some fresh bread to have with her lunch. Once again she was greeted warmly by the new member of staff. She did notice that he was also paying her a great deal of attention.

On the third morning, Dianne wore a very tight sweater and took off her gilet before entering the store. The effect was as she had intended. The man noticed immediately that Dianne had superb breasts.

It was time to break the ice, “good morning, I’m Dianne,” she said. “Adam,” the man replied,” It is nice to meet you.”

Now they were on first-name terms it was much easier to initiate a conversation. Dianne was able to find out that Adam was a new arrival to the town and had taken the bakery job as a way of getting to know people. He didn’t mind the early start because it meant he was finished just after lunch which allowed him time to explore the town and surrounding area.

Dianne hatched a plan, she enquired whether Adam would like a coffee one afternoon. When he said yes without hesitation, she booked a half day off the next afternoon.

That evening both Dianne and Adam masturbated, both were aroused at the prospect of meeting each other and getting to know one another.

Dianne wanted to tell her naughty bi-friend Laura all about Adam. Laura apologised for cutting Dianne off but said she was late for dinner, she was meeting a couple who were over from Australia. She had met them on Lush Stories and was fully expecting the evening to end in a threesome. Lucky, filthy cow Dianne thought as she reached for her vibrator and spread her legs.

The next day Dianne and Adam met at an independent coffee shop just off the High Street, it had a great reputation in the local area. Conversation between them was relaxed and easy.

Dianne found out that Adam was, like her divorced. He had escaped from an awful sexless marriage and was in his own words “on an upward trajectory”. He had decided to sell his house in London and negotiate a redundancy deal with his employers which had enabled him to retire early. He was now healthier, happier, fitter and stronger than he had been in decades. His sons were both doing well and fully independent. He also admitted with a twinkle in his eye that he was once again enjoying sex, some of it quite adventurous and completely unthinkable in his married days. Dianne was not in the least bit embarrassed and let him know in return that she was still highly sexed.

They agreed that they would like to meet again and arranged to meet for a walk on the hills behind the town.

On the day of the walk, the weather was cold but beautiful. Dianne and Adam made good time and in about ninety minutes reached the top of the hills behind the town. The view was spectacular. In one direction were the mountains of North Wales and in the other the Mersey Estury and the wind turbines that now filled it. They would have stayed longer but it was clear from the clouds that a storm was arriving earlier than had been forecast. They both headed downhill to the car park where they had met.

Their descent was fast but they couldn’t outrun the storm. The skies darkened, there was a loud crack of thunder, and the heavens opened. They had both brought lightweight showerproof jackets, but they were useless in the deluge.

Adam worked out that by turning sharply to the left and taking a different path they were actually closer to his cottage than the car park. They both agreed this was a plan.

It took them ten minutes and by the time they reached the cottage both of them were soaked through. They left their boots in the porch and entered the main part of the cottage. Adam offered Dianne a towel for her hair and got some coat hangers for their outer clothing. He then started to light the wood-burning stove in the centre of the room.

Dianne was impressed with how organised Adam was, he had plenty of chopped wood to hand and before long the log burner was blazing fiercely and quickly warming the room.

With that done Adam asked if Dianne would like a whisky to warm up or a hot drink. She opted for both.

Adam poured them both a tumbler of Lagavulen single malt and turned on the kettle. The log burner and the whisky warmed them both inside and out. Dianne asked if she could use the bathroom and Adam indicated where it was.

Dianne emerged wearing Adam’s dressing gown and carrying her damp hiking clothes. Adam found more clothes hangers and made an impromptu drying rack from a piece of timber he had lying around.

He explained that he was renting this cottage from the owner while he decided whether he was going to settle here. It would require complete renovation, but it would be a project he would enjoy. The mention of the word renovation stirred very pleasant thoughts in Dianne as she remembered her fun with the Polish builders earlier in the month.

Dianne remarked that Adan was still wearing damp clothes and that he shouldn’t run the risk of catching a cold. Adam looked directly into Dianne’s eyes and convinced himself he could see a twinkle. He stood in front of her and pulled off his sweater. His T-shirt followed. Noticing her approval, Adam stood in front of her and unbuckled his jeans.

For a man of his age, Adam was in good shape, which was the result of his new regime following his divorce. Dianne looked at him very approvingly. Standing in just his trunks it was obvious to her that he was starting to get erect.

They fell on each other in an instant and quickly started kissing. Long, deep passionate kisses while their hands explored each other’s bodies. The dressing gown cord didn’t last long and soon Adam was treated to his first sight of Dianne’s beautiful mature body.

Adam suggested that they drag a futon mattress from the other room and place it in front of the log burner. It took the minutes, working together. They didn’t bother closing the curtain in the room. The cottage was isolated and they were both far too turned on to care if anyone saw them.

The futon was thick and comfortable and both were soon naked. Dianne was a skilled and talented cock sucker and soon had Adam rock hard. He wanted to turn the favour but Dianne told him that she wanted him to fuck her, and fuck her hard. She lay on her back, raised her knees and parted her legs. Dianne kept her pussy lips shaved and maintained a neat ginger-blond bush around it. Adam did as he was asked and mounted her. His cock found her entrance and he pushed it in. Adam found a good rhythm and began pounding Dianne. Her large tits bounced everywhere in time with Adam’s thrusts.

Adam felt so good to Dianne, he was everything she had fantasised about. His cock was thick and he knew how to use it. He was confident, charming and a good fuck, everything Dianne looked for in a man. She felt the familiar feeling in her belly and knew that a good orgasm was approaching. Her hands gripped Adam’s bum and she pushed him down hard as the first wave of her orgasm well up inside her.

Dianne and Adam spent a couple of hours on the futon in front of the log burner. They enjoyed another good fuck and Adam made them some delicious soup for sustenance. More whisky would have been nice, but Adam had to drive Dianne back to her car. She had plans for tonight that she couldn’t change so she was unable to spend the night with him.

They both agreed that they should sleep together again as soon as possible.

To be continued.