The pretty one in the photo attached to the story is from Marvelousduo.

It happened a lot of years ago, I was just twenty-six at the time. I had had many girls but had not found the right one yet. In those years I looked very good, I did a lot of sports and because of that I had a strong and well shaped body. I still have that now, only it’s gotten a little older. In those days I almost always traveled by train, I didn’t need a car and it saved me a lot of money. I worked a lot and sometimes didn’t get to girls and fun for weeks, my friends were slowly getting married. Three of my friends also had children, because of this change in their lives they could not go out anymore.

At the time, computers and the internet were in their infancy or were just too expensive to purchase. Once again I had worked overtime and boarded an almost empty train, my trip always took twenty minutes. I had bought a spacious apartment where I could retire comfortably. Sometimes a friend would come over for the weekend, the last time I had given a party. Twenty people had been there, the whole weekend we had been partying. There had been a lot of drinks, but we had had a lot of fun. After the weekend, I spent three days cleaning up and adding to everything. The train stood quietly waiting for the conductor to blow his whistle for departure. I have sunk a little into my thoughts, it is already quite dark outside. The summer is over, the days are getting shorter and it’s very noticeable. Suddenly I hear a door open in between, I put my hand in my pocket because I think it’s the checker already.

For a moment nothing happens, then I hear the tapping of heels, I take my hand from my pocket and look what kind of woman is coming. There is a smell of perfume in the train, and then the woman comes out from behind the benches. She looks very good, I estimate her to be around forty. She is wearing a skirt that stops just above her knees, underneath her legs are hidden in nylons. Over the skirt she wears a sweater in which her not too large breasts are firmly outlined. Her face is cheerful, a light tan still from the sun. Long dark blond hair, her eyes are slightly set with a pencil and her lips glisten with lipstick. She has on pumps with a nice high heel, her gaze wanders through the cut and then she sits down on the other side. When she lowers herself she pulls her coat from under her so that for a moment there is a view for me a little further under her skirt. Smiling, she looks at me and takes a book from her bag. My thoughts are working overtime and give me a hard-on.

I carefully stroke it and then look outside again. Fortunately it has become completely dark, in the glass I can look at her. There is something about this woman that draws me in, she sits quietly reading and when she turns a page her eyes wander to me. She then lowers her eyes again smiling and continues reading in her book. I hope this train ride never ends, this is the first time I have seen something so beautiful on the train. She has another page out and folds her book and lets her gaze slide past me. “Why don’t you just look at me? Of course it’s exciting by observing me in the window. But I think you’ll see more if you just look at me.” Her beautiful not too loud voice pulls me out of my dream, startled I look at her. I can’t utter a word through this obvious question of hers. She keeps looking at me, her eyes are fixed on mine. With her tongue she strokes her lips for a moment, her hands lie still on her legs. “You are a very beautiful woman, I have never experienced this on the train. Sorry, that I am taking you in like this but because of your beauty I can’t help it.” Smiling, she looks at me, her hand disappears into the bag and comes back out with a ticket. She extends her arm to me, I take the card from her and let my gaze slide over it. “I would love it if you would call me sometime, the number on that card you can call any time of the day. You’re a beautiful young man I’d like to get to know.” The train starts to slow down, the woman gets up and straightens her clothes and without saying anything she leaves the compartment.

I am left alone in her wonderful scent of perfume, I look at the platform and see the woman closing her coat and leaving the station with a firm stride. The train starts moving again and a moment later everything is gone, only her scent remains in the compartment. The next stop is mine. Before the train gets going it has to slow down again. As soon as it stops I get off and walk to the bike shed, then I ride to my apartment still in my thoughts. Downstairs I put the bike in my shed and take the elevator upstairs, normally I always take the stairs but this evening is very different from the others. I hang my coat on the coat rack and walk into the room, a number of lights I push on and immediately pull my curtains closed, in the kitchen I take care of my stuff that I need the last day of the week. With a pen and a sheet of paper I walk through the house for a shopping list. On the table lies the woman’s card, it seems to draw me to it every time. From the stand I take my phone and press the number on the card. When it rings three times I hear the woman’s voice, she calls her name and immediately there is silence again. “Sharita.” “Hello Sharita, it’s the boy from the train. I just wanted to hear your voice.

My name is John.” “Hello John, I’m glad you called me. When I left the train I didn’t have a good feeling about it. Now that feeling has completely changed, would you like to come over to my place this weekend? If you feel like it we can do some shopping together, have a drink, and maybe watch a movie?” “Gladly Sharita, I’ll come over on Saturday afternoon, just say what time.” “I want you to stop saying ‘U’, and if you really want to I’ll expect you around 1:30. Can you do that? Does that work out for you?” “No problem, I’ll do my business all in the morning and be with you around 1:30.” After those words the connection is closed, I have a good feeling about it. For the first time in my life I have been decorated, that’s how it feels to me. Smiling I walk through the house and turn off the lights, after a nice long shower I get into my bed. Another day of work and then quickly do my house. Then a beautiful weekend awaits, what will happen I have no idea about that.

I’m certainly going to enjoy it, that night I have all kinds of dreams. One is more exciting than the other and when I wake up in the morning I have a hard pole in my slip. My hand slowly strokes over it and I feel the first drops fall on my hand. Smiling I get up, I don’t have that much time. After having breakfast and getting my things together, I walk downstairs, with the bike in hand I leave the apartment complex. It is still very quiet everywhere, I am the only one who leaves so early every morning. I once told my neighbors that I do this to be home early. They had a good laugh about it, I’ve never come home earlier than they have. Smiling, I ride to the station and park my bike in the locked bike shed. When I walk onto the platform the train is just arriving, there are not many people in the train. When the ticket inspector checks my card I have a chat with him. We have known each other for a few years, he often drives the route and I take this train every day. Nowadays I have a car but I only use it on weekends or when I have to go somewhere in the evening. For the first time I am home early on Friday evening, after having tidied up my things I get the shopping list. With the empty stuff I walk to the car and go do my shopping. Later in the evening I start with my house, once a week I clean everything. Normally that happens on Saturday but this time I want to be on time with Sharita. I am someone who is never late anywhere, usually I am earlier at the appointment. The next morning I finish the last things in the house, then I grab a few maps to see exactly where I need to be. Nowadays you type it in on the computer, in those days you had to look everything up on the regular maps. Soon I find the street from a map of the village where Sharita lives. It’s in the better area of the village, the house is along a road just outside the village. I calculate roughly how long it will take me, then put the maps aside. The map with the village map I put my things. Enjoying myself I walk out of the house to do a few more errands, upon returning I make coffee and sit down on the sofa at my pleasure.

Before I leave I take a quick shower and get into my car on time. After several wrong turns I arrive at the house fifteen minutes before the agreed time. There is a short driveway that leads to a double garage, I park my car along the sidewalk and walk to the front door. It takes a while for the door to open after I ring the bell, as soon as the door opens the wonderful smell of perfume hits me. In the opening stands a very beautiful woman, Sharita has a long skirt on with a short boot underneath. A tight blouse where the breasts stand out very nicely, her hair hangs wavy along her face. The face is slightly made up and her eyes look at me radiantly, she gives me a hand and pulls me gently inside. I get a kiss on my cheeks and feel her warm lips for a moment. “Hi John, nice to have you here already. Were you able to find it easily?” She closes the door behind me and walks into the room before me. There, she turns around and looks at me with mysteriously glistening eyes. “I only went wrong three times, Sharita.” “That’s not too bad dear Ron, there are people who can’t find it. But there is another part of the street that is just as hot as this one. And when you get there you can’t drive here in one go. I thought you might come by bike? But you have a car I saw.” “I have a car, only I rarely use it, the train is many times easier for me. Never bother with parking and it costs less too, and if I had gone to work by car I would never have met you.” Quickly she presses a kiss on my lips and then walks into the kitchen, she returns with two cups of coffee and sets them on the table. We talk about our lives and tell about each other. She shows me her house for a moment and then says she will change so we can leave. When I tell her that she doesn’t need to change because she already looks wonderful. Ten minutes later, she comes back and has replaced her long skirt for a shorter one. The blouse has made place for a sweater, she has changed nothing else. I get up and walk with her to my car, we agreed that we would go to the big city. I drive quietly, and every time I look at the beautiful woman sitting next to me. I still ask myself why she is going out with me, I am sure there are many men who would kill to go out with her. After parking the car, we walk into town. Soon Sharita gives me an arm and walks stiffly against me through town.

Enjoying her warmth and presence we go in and out of several stores. Laughing and talking we enjoy a wonderful afternoon, when the stores close we walk through the streets that are becoming quieter. At the cinema we decide which movie we will watch later, then we walk to a cozy restaurant. It looks quite expensive but at that moment I don’t care, Sharita hangs her coat at the checkroom and walks in before me. It seems as if she comes here often. She sits down at a table in the back of the restaurant and I take a seat opposite her. A waitress comes with the menu and takes our drinks. Sharita puts her hand on mine and looks at me. “May I put together our dinner?” “Of course you may Sharita, I will be guided by your choice.” She grabs the menu cards and puts them at the edge of the table, when the waitress comes back she names the menu for both of us. The lady writes it down and then disappears smiling, I let my gaze go through the cozy looking place and feel Sharita’s fingers caress my hand. A lot of warmth emanates from her fingers and slowly spreads through my body. I look at her and see a beautiful sparkle in her eyes. It seems like we have known each other for a very long time. “John do you know you are a very beautiful man? You must think me a strange woman, and maybe see me as an adventure. I have known you for a long time, a long time ago I saw you for the first time and then I felt a certain atmosphere. I wanted to get to know you even then, due to various circumstances nothing ever came of it.

This past week was very important to me, if we didn’t get acquainted now it would probably never happen again. I already told you that I am single and have experienced very few men. My life otherwise consists of a lot of working and little entertainment. This has been a long time since I have been out with anyone. I hope you like being with an older woman here.” Sharita I love being here with you. I’m a guy who doesn’t do things I don’t agree with. Or does because someone else wants them, I think you are a very beautiful woman and that you are older than me I just love. I hope that our contact will be long-lasting.” She squeezes my hand firmly for a moment and then laughingly lets go of my hand. The appetizer is brought by the waitress, it looks very delicious. Enjoying it I eat it silently, every bite is a treat. During dinner we talk about all kinds of things, Sharita tells about her work, her past and how she sees her future. When we ask for the bill I don’t get the opportunity to pay, I look at her strangely because in those days the man always paid. Sharita pays with a smile, at the checkroom I help her into her coat. At the cloakroom I help her into her coat. Laughing I get a kiss from her and then we walk to the cinema, when I pick up the tickets I make sure that Sharita cannot pay. We take a bottle of drink with us and sit down in the theater, I put her coat in a chair next to me. When it slowly gets darker in the hall I feel her hand grasping my hand. Again the warmth flows through my body. For the first time I feel very calm with such a beautiful woman next to me. When I went to the cinema with a friend, I usually wanted to try to touch her somewhere where the excitement would grow. With Sharita next to me I don’t need that at all, I would like to but it’s not something I’m the first to do. After the movie we go for a drink, it is a quiet café where we are sitting. Soon I notice that Sharita has had enough. I suggest we leave. She looks at me for a moment and smiles, we drive out of the city a little later.

As soon as we are on the road to Sharita’s village, I see that she relaxes completely. With her eyes closed she enjoys the gentle jolt of the car, with her hand she slowly strokes her skirt. “Are you going to join me for a drink in a moment, John,” she says. “If you like Sharita, I’ll join you and stay just as long as you kick me out.” Smiling, Sharita looks at me, a strange glow can be seen in her eyes. At her house I have to park the car right in front of the garage, we get out and walk inside. When Sharita opens the door it suddenly starts to rain, we both look outside and have to laugh about it. Just in time we are home, with this rain in the city we would have become quite wet. Sharita pours us a drink and comes to sit next to me on the couch, her eyes shine and look at me. For the first time in my life I feel a little uncomfortable because of her sharp look. Slowly Sharita opens her mouth, with her tongue she strokes along her lips for a moment. She puts a hand on my arm and closes her eyes for a moment. “What do you think of me now John? Do you think I’m a slut?” “I think you are a wonderful woman, Sharita, and certainly not a slut. Why would I think that? “I invited you to my place John, we went out. When you do that as an older woman, most men immediately start thinking you are a whore, and up for grabs for everyone.” “Sharita that is the biggest nonsense there is, I do not think that if you invite someone that you are immediately a whore. Of course if you would do that every day then it would be different, I think you are a very beautiful and special woman and I am very happy that you invited me.” “John, what is with something you would never do? I mean this in every sense. Are there any taboos for you in terms of everyday life and in sex. I assume you regularly share the bed with a young woman.” “I have a fair number of girlfriends, but don’t share the bed with them very often. I don’t think I have any taboos, outside forbidden things.

Although the last one is the least as far as taboo is concerned, so that’s what I’ll never do and other than that I don’t know. Maybe time will tell if there are other things I won’t do. Why do you ask?” “Just like that John, sometimes as a human being you know that there are things that are better not to try. But if I hear you like this then that won’t be so bad. I would really like you to stay with me this night John. Would you like that?” “Very much so Sharita, you are a wonderful woman and I would love to lay myself at your feet.” Sharita turns to me and presses her warm lips on mine. For a moment nothing happens, then I open my lips slowly my tongue slides between our lips. I immediately encounter her moist tongue, caressing and gasping for air we make it a long passionate French kiss. When I slide my hands along her back, a light moan comes from her throat, she lets go of my lips and looks at me with moist eyes. Sharita takes my hand and pulls me behind her into the hallway. In the hallway she grabs my hand again and pulls me with her up the stairs. For a moment I look under her skirt and see her beautiful legs wrapped in black nylons. In the bedroom she presses on a few small lights, with skillful fingers she quickly removes all my clothes. When I want to take something off of her her hands hold me back. Enjoying her fingers, her nails and caresses the shivers of pleasure run through my body. Our lips find each other again for a long kiss, slowly I pull her sweater up. Sharita lets go of me and with ease the sweater disappears, a very beautiful dark green bra comes into sight. With my hands I grab both breasts and caress them gently. I feel the nipples growing between my fingers, soft moaning sounds come from her beautiful mouth. Sharita’s head sinks back so that her breasts lie tight in my hands. As I slowly stroke her belly with my hands, she puts her arms around my neck. I undo her skirt and let it slide to the floor. For a moment Sharita looks at me with startled eyes, I press a kiss to her lips and caress her beautiful round bottom through the panties. I feel her body gently tremble as my fingers slowly creep forward. I notice that she turns away slightly and tries to keep her crotch away from my hands.

With my hands under her bottom, I lift her up and lay her on the bed. My lips caress her body, the hard nipples I grab with my lips through the beautiful green bra. My hand caresses her legs and the lovely smooth nylons that stop just below the panties. Under my leg which is over her crotch I feel a slight bulge, with my lips I slide down and pull the panties aside. I look at it and let my tongue slide along it. With a loud moan Sharita tries to slide her growing pecker between my lips, with my tongue I keep stroking the pole and when I finally take it between my lips it has become completely hard. Stirring and enjoying this surprise I see that it is bigger than mine. I try to take them as far down my throat as I can, I have sucked a pecker before a few years ago. But a pecker attached to a woman’s body that looks so beautiful and large I have never had. It doesn’t take long before I hear Sharita moan that she is going to cum, she wants to pull her pecker out of my mouth but I stop it and suddenly I feel her body jerk. My mouth fills with the warm seed, every drop disappears down my throat. Slowly Sharita calms down, when I look at her I see tears rolling down her cheeks. She wants to say something and I prevent that by pressing my lips on hers. She puts her arms around my body and pulls me hard against her, the kiss becomes fuller and warmer. My pecker lies on her belly and leaves a wet trail of moisture, Sharita lets an arm slide off my back and gently caresses my bottom. For a moment she squeezes it and then she slides her hand between us, her soft fingers closing around my pole.

The heat from her hand gives me a wonderful orgasm. Smiling, she looks at me and presses her lips on mine again. Normally I can’t take much just after I have come but now I feel that my pecker doesn’t even slacken. Slowly I get off her and sit between her legs, pleadingly she looks at me. With my slick and wet pecker I crawl further up and press my hard pole against her bottom. Sharita puts her legs against my chest and immediately my pecker disappears into her ass. Sharita’s eyes are closed and her face is contorted in a radiation of pleasure. I feel my seed bubbling up again, with a loud moan I squirt my seed for the second time, violently shaking it disappears into Sharita’s ass. I grabbed her pole and pull it off with soft strokes, it is completely hard again and shines of my seed that has been sprayed against it. Sharita’s eyes look at me excitedly, she pushes me off her and gives me a long kiss. Then she turns around and lays me on my belly on the bed, I know what is going to happen and I am totally ready for it. Sharita sits down between my legs and pulls me up by my hips. I feel the smooth pecker caressing my balls and immediately she presses it against my little star. Very carefully she pushes her big pole in my ass, when it is halfway in she sits still for a moment and then pulls it back a bit. At that moment I relax and Sharita immediately thrusts her full length into me. I want to whimper because it hurts quite a bit but I bite the pillow and let it all come over me. Very gently her hands caress my bottom which makes me relax more and more. She starts to fuck me softly, the pain disappears very quickly and makes place for a blissful pleasure. Sharita notices that I like and enjoy it and starts taking me with hard and faster thrusts. I squeeze my bottom tightly together with each thrust and notice that Sharita likes this very much.

I get the feeling that her pecker is starting to get bigger and bigger, her hands close tightly around my hips and I hear her moan and then her warm seed flows into my bottom. A very strange sensation takes hold of me, for the first time I feel an ejaculation in my ass. The warmth it gives me is blissful, and I know immediately that I want to experience this many more times. Sharita sinks over me and together we stay for a while, when our breathing returns to normal Sharita stands up and pulls me with her. In the bathroom, she turns on the taps and together we step under the delicious water and wash each other. That weekend I did not leave her side anymore, after that weekend I spent many days and weekends and vacations with her. This dream was for me the most beautiful thing that can ever happen in a human life, a few years after that our relationship suddenly ended. What exactly happened, I do not know, when I rang her doorbell she was not at home. Normally she always told me she was leaving, this time she hadn’t said anything. When I called her the following week she gave a strange answer, I was told later that she wanted to think for a while and be alone. I gave her that space then, that was the beginning of the end. I never saw her again, when I think back they were three wonderful years. We did almost everything, but I never found out why it was suddenly over. Now many years later I still think back often to that experience, I think there are few men who have gone through my experience. I have searched many times for a woman like Sharita but I have never been able to find her. I keep dreaming, and maybe I will meet my dream woman with that little more.