A bit about me. I'm 61, not too bad a shape (photos on my profile are real and of me) and generally a fairly good-natured bloke. I like a joke and typically get on with people. Not been married long, but have been with my wife for 25 years. As were are both older, things have become run-of-the-mill between the sheets, doesn’t mean I don’t get urges, but normally I take things I sort myself out. My wife has never been that interested in giving oral, and it's something I've craved for some time. My wife is also small in the chest area. Never been trying to have an affair, but I do look, what guy doesn’t, I guess, as the ladies walk by.

Anyway…

I work in outdoor education with a wide variety of groups, from kids to adults, to mixed.

The other day, I was with a group of kids who were with a lady, Cathy, who was one of their mums. 40s, 5ft 2-ish, dark hair, full but not overly full figure, but ultimately open to having a laugh and joke, so had a great personality.

During the course of the morning, while the kids were taking part in the high ropes activity, each of them needed a chest harness put on, then a safety rope tied between that and the climbing harness. The chest harness joins at the front, so care is always taken with young ladies asking them to hold the two parts together while you tie them in (don’t want and complaints that could end my career, it's just not worth it).

When it came to Cathy’s turn, she commented quietly that she was impressed with the way I dealt with the girls and said it must be quite hard at times. I smiled and laughed and agreed, saying it's amazing what some girls wear, and it's handy wearing sunglasses, which I was. Cathy smiled and said, ‘Like now, I can't see where you're looking,’ as I tied her chest harness, pushing her full breasts up tight under her tight vest top. I blushed.

Off she went to do the high ropes element, making a bit of a noise about being scared of the heights, wanting to wet herself, etc. As I lowered her to the ground and untied her harness, I noticed her nipples making small but obvious bumps in her vest top as she looked at me and said with a broad grin, ‘I wasn’t too keen on going up, but I do enjoy going down.’

I laughed, she laughed the kids didn’t hear, hopefully they don’t notice things stirring in my shorts.

Cathy’s smile was awesome.

We continued with the rest of the course, all the kids doing really well, challenging themselves, and Cathy complaining on the way up, but ‘enjoying going down’, nipples getting a little more obvious each time.

Lunchtime arrived, and Cathy asked if I would be joining them to eat, I wouldn’t normally but she was fun and we had been getting on fine, so I thought I may as well. Her nipples and my swelling had subsided as we chatted with the kids, making the normal noise as they bolted their sandwiches and then ran off to play in the playground opposite.

Peace descended, and we chatted more. I found Cathy’s husband was regularly away with work, and she ended up with just the kids for company, which she found frustrating. All the time she was talking, my eyes, behind my sunglasses, were scoping her body. Her body contours in her vest top, showing the swell of her what I assumed were around 36D breasts, I noticed there was more cleavage on show as well, which was more of a distraction.

She asked me a question. I wasn’t paying attention, I was staring, dreaming of the swell filling the palms of my hands.

I jolted back to reality and looked at her. She had a broad smile on her face and whispered, ‘enjoying the view.’

I blushed, unable to reply. She placed a hand on my thigh and whispered, ‘I don’t mind. It's nice to be noticed. I take it as a compliment.’

My cock swelled in an instant, not bad for a 61-year-old.

Cathy smiled again as my swelling cock nudged her hand. She raised it and lowered it down so she had her hand fully on my now rock-hard cock.

‘Is there somewhere we can be alone?’ she asked.

Hardly able to speak, I gave her directions to a small meeting room. She stood and shouted to the playing kids, ‘Just off to the loo,’ and went inside.

I sat in a daze. Should I follow? I'd never cheated on my wife, never had the opportunity. I had the opportunity.

I stood and went in.

Opening the small office door, Cathy was standing with her back to me, looking through the window blinds. I walked up behind her, hands slid round her waist, then up, and I cupped each of her breasts in my hands. I leant down and kissed her neck. She sighed. I gently squeezed her breasts, and she sighed again. My thumb and forefinger gently pinched each nipple into a stiff little bud, and she let out a low moan.

My cock was as swollen as it could be and nestled against her butt, only our clothing separating us. She pressed back against me.

I continued to kiss and lick her neck and ear, blowing gently as I went. More low moans, her eyes closed, her head back.

My fingers slipped under her vest top, then her bra and held the hot skin of her breasts. My cock twitched. I pinched and rolled her nipples. ‘Oh fuck yessss,’ was the response.

One hand slid down, through the waistband of her shorts, lower, under the elastic of her panties. Her skin got hotter and hotter the lower I went. Her neck and cheeks flushed red as my fingertips found a thin downy line of hair leading lower until they came up against a small protuberance. I caressed, she groaned deeply as her head sagged and she gasped. I caressed further, fingertips finding her hood and lips and sliding slickly along. Fingertips circled and played as she gasped and pressed against me.

‘Oh god yessss don’t top pleassseee,’ she whispered.

Fingertips worked faster, pressing harder until with a deep groan she bent over, knees buckling as she panted for breath, crying quietly, ‘oh yes yes yes fuckkk.’

I held her close, cock so damn hard. Her breathing gradually slowed. She opened her eyes and turned to me, arms around my neck, and we kissed long and deep.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered as she sat in one of the chairs and proceeded to stroke my cock through my shorts.

‘I must take care of this,’ she whispered. Pulling my cock free, pre-cum glistening. She leaned in and licked. My turn to groan. She lapped. My turn to moan. Her lips closed around me. I gasped, oh my, it felt so damn good.

My hands were on her head. She worked up and down my cock, licking, sucking, stroking.

I reached down and caressed her breasts again.

She looked up at me with a wicked smile and pulled her top up, exposing her fine breasts, then enveloped my cock between them and continued to stroke me up and down.

I was in heaven—I never had a titty wank before. It felt so good, particularly while looking down at her smiling face, the head of my cock poking from between her breasts, a trail of pre-cum oozing across her skin.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I thrust between them as she held me there. ‘Oh god yes, so fucking close,’ I muttered.

‘Cum for me, cum for me, Steve.’ Her eyes locked on mine.

‘Oh god oh god so close.’ My balls tightened. She released my cock and swallowed me again just as my cock twitched and erupted, shot after shot of hot cum straight down her throat.

I collapsed this time onto a chair, my cock slipping from between her lips.

Cathy leaned in and we kissed as my pulse calmed.

‘Thank you,’ we both said at the same time, causing us both to giggle like school kids.

‘We'd better tidy ourselves and go meet the kids again,’ Cathy said. ‘I suppose so,’ I replied reluctantly.

‘I think we are back in two weeks,’ she said with a wink.

Hope I’m working on that job!