Adventure with Alison

“we shagged in every position we could think of with plenty of kink but that's another story.” When I moved to London for work as a single man aged thirty I lived at first in a big old house in north London. The ground floor had been made into several cosy, decent but cramped self-contained rooms one of which I occupied. The upstairs was one big apartment where the house owner, a woman called Alison, lived with her son.

Alison was an attractive woman of around forty with a pleasant face, brown eyes and brownish curly hair down just to her shoulders. As well as keeping her looks she'd also kept a good figure, with shapely curves, big but firm breasts, a cheeky well rounded bottom and decent legs which she displayed in her customary flouncy skirts. Alison never mentioned a husband and her son never mentioned a father, and I got the impression that any man there had been in Alison's life had disappeared long ago. In my first few weeks there I was very lonely and frustrated, with a sex life consisting of porn, London's striptease bars and masturbation. Needless to say, as the closest woman to hand Alison was a frequent and enthusiastic performer in my masturbation fantasies.

One afternoon I was in my room when Alison knocked on my door. She was in a loose fitting button up the front cotton dress, cream coloured with a slight pattern. As soon as the door was closed behind her she stepped her sandalled foot up onto the arm of a chair and pulled her dress high enough up her bare thigh to treat me to a glimpse of white panties. She waited till I'd recovered a bit from my shock and had a chance to run my eyes up and down her bare leg from her red painted toenails to her white panties a couple of times.

"Do you want to come upstairs?" She asked, with a mischievous smile on her face. As if I had any doubt about what she had in mind she pulled her dress a bit higher up her thigh. "My son's out so we'll have the place to ourselves."

I ran my hand up her leg up from her ankle till I was stroking the bulge of her pussy mound and running my fingertip along the line of her slit through her panties. She took that as a "yes" and a couple of minutes later we were upstairs in her bedroom.

It was a bright and tastefully decorated room with antique pine furniture, floral pattern curtains and fresh flowers on the windowsill. In the middle was a big solid wood framed double bed with the sheets and blankets already thrown off, leaving nothing for writhing bodies to get tangled up in.

"I know you want me." Alison said, resting her hands on my shoulders as she stood so close her breasts brushed my shirt and the bulge of my straining erection prodded her belly. "I've noticed how you look at me. I can hear you when you're masturbating downstairs. You cry out my name when you come, don't you?"

I hadn't realised my bedroom was directly below hers. I can get quite noisy when I'm having a good hard wank, and of course I'd been grunting her name as in my fantasies my semen spurted into her pussy. She said she had a fetish thing about being undressed by a naked man so I stripped naked first. After months of enforced celibacy with just my own hand exciting my penis, showing my naked hard up cock to a woman and feeling her hungry fingers exploring my balls and shaft and ruffling my pubic hair was exquisite. I struggled not to cum in her hand.

Then I undressed her, the first woman I'd undressed for months. My penis strained hard enough to snap as I savoured every button down the front of her dress. Under her dress she was just in tiny white lace edged panties and a matching bra. Her underwear was nowhere near as erotic as what the girls in my porn were wearing. But after months of just pictures of nude women, seeing her big firm breasts bounce out naked when her bra fell, and her neat dark strip of pubic hair as I pulled her panties down was infinitely more penis straining erotic than any of the porn I'd been ogling.

Then we were on her bed together, wrapped naked round each other, writhing, grunting, squealing, laughing, exploring and exciting each other's body with our hands, lips and tongues. For the first time in months I savoured not just porn pictures but the feel, taste, smell and sound of a real live naked woman in my hands. The way Alison whimpered with excitement as she frantically thrust her pussy into my hands and her breasts against my lips for me to play with her told me she was as hungry as I was from ages without a man.

After a long meaty session of frenzied foreplay Alison rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could get them. Moaning "Want you! Want you!" she tried to pull me on top of her.

But as much as I wanted to slide my cock straight in, I'd learned that sex with a woman is best when she's hot and wild. I put my hand on her belly, and slid it down through her bush till my hand was cupped over her mound and my fingers were in her vagina. Her excited gasp of sex pleasure and the way she trembled told me I'd hit the right spot. I began by gently stroking her vagina lips, leaning over her to kiss and lick her nipples as I pleasured her pussy. Then as her excitement and arousal rose and her juice welled to soak her cunt hair I moved to the peak of her clitoris. I circled and criss crossed it with my fingertips as I took her to her climax.

I've found every woman's orgasm is different. Some women writhe, scream and kick their legs. Alison's body suddenly tensed, she gasped, she thrust her hips up a bit to nuzzle her pussy against my hand, then she let out a long half sob, half cry as her body juddered in the pulses of an orgasm that went on for ages. As she flopped back afterwards with her eyes closed in her afterglow I held my hand cupped over her throbbing mound. I also let my hard up penis prod her thigh to let her know I was ready and hungering to shag her.

Alison's eyes opened. She didn't have to pull me on top of her, her eyes and face said it all. I mounted her in classic missionary position. Her legs folded up on either side of me. I briefly prodded her pussy with my penis head then I slid full length in till my pubic hair met hers. I've had my cock up plenty of girls but after my months of abstinence Alison's vagina felt like the tightest, smoothest, warmest pussy my cock had ever entered. I guess lots of wanking had trained me to hold my cum back and I pumped her vagina for ages.

She was still aroused and sensitive from the orgasm my fingers had given her and she climaxed again while I was shagging her. She gave that long cry again, her hips pushed up under me, she clawed my back, her legs wrapped over me and her heels pounded my bum. Moments later my own cum rose. I pushed hard into her in my orgasm thrust as my semen spurted. After months of solo wanking, even with edging, it felt like my whole body participated in the most delicious orgasm I'd had for ages. I lay on top of her momentarily exhausted, then I rolled off her.

So that's it started between Alison and me. We'd started with conventional sex, but as the weeks went by we shagged in every position we could think of with plenty of kink but that's another story.