When I was involved with someone whom I later left (way too much drama), I had an apartment I was renting from a woman who was about 25 years my senior (I was 29 at the time). She had blonde hair, light blue eyes, still trim, and I could see that when she was younger, she had been pretty damned hot (I saw a picture of her when she was in her 30s, and had been a flight attendant; damn). I thought one time after I dropped off my rent check to her about what sex with her would be like, and found myself becoming very hot at the idea.

The next time I went to drop off the check, we talked for awhile, and the talk got more personal. I told her I was attracted to her, and she said she had to admit she felt the same way. I reached across the table, and she took my hand. We both stood up, and began kissing. We were in her bedroom in just a few minutes, and I had probably the best sex in my life up to that point with her. One hot session we had outdoors in her garden at night. My gf never suspected a thing. My landlady/lover called it off after a few months, since she was planning on going back to her ex, and didn't feel right about sleeping with him and fucking me on occasion. She was great; had her head on straight, knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid of life.

I later met my gf's widowed sister, and when we were alone, she came onto me. We fucked a couple of times during her visit. The gf never suspected a thing, and I finally worked up the nerve to leave her.