A Mature Woman

My life has taken me many places, and I have met many people, but the assortment of people working in and around the music business are some of the strangest. I had an office in the Museum Of Rock Art in Hollywood, with my partner John, a former Marxist pot smoking hippy. We were termed the odd couple, John the gloomy socialist, Peter the cheerful optimist. The Museum was devoted to Album cover art, so we got lots of famous "Woodstock" photographers like Henry Diltz, album cover designers, writers about Rock Musicians and even famous musicians like those from the Doors and Fleetwood Mac come by. We also got an assortment of shady characters who bought this stuff , wannabees and an older woman, whose name I do not remember come by. She was around 70 years of age very flamboyant, she was once associated with the sex trade, either as a Vegas girl or lived in Paris, I could never make out, because she said such outrageous things one never knew what to think.
I was then as now a hard worker, and sometimes late in the evening, as a young 25 year old I would be preparing for a Video Presentation of some Artist. One evening about 8 pm with everyone gone or going she showed up, mostly to get something to smoke from John, I had a couple of beers and welcomed the distraction. She was funny, and strangely seductive, I showed her the set up for the Video Presentation, with the lights out. She rested her arms on my shoulder. I found myself getting aroused, and surprised that she was over 40 years older than me and it did not bother me. I slid my hand, down her dress and into her panties, she was wet. I always thought older women had a problem with dryness, not her. We stood there saying nothing me fondling her pussy with her eyes closed. We began kissing, she undressed me, took me in her mouth. We lay down on the carper, she sucking me and I licking her. She tasted clean, and as it was dark, she could have been 30 years years younger. I withdrew my cock from her mouth, raised her legs over my shoulders. Been awhile I asked, "too long" she said. I'll be gentle I told her. I slide into her slowly, gentle going in and out, afraid that her bones might be brittle. Whether it was the slowness, or just a pussy that had been in mothballs, it took a long time to come. She savored every moment, saying nothing for once. When I finished I let her lick off the drips, "Love that taste", she said, I looked at her in admiration, a wild crazy lady who could still be sensual, and a good fuck. Nobody would believe her if she told them we had sex, but since then I've never looked at a senior citizen or mature lady the same.