The Older Woman

Anna Leigh Brooks

Prologue

It was a long drive, but Jessica Willets enjoyed every minute of it, every mile was a mile closer to her new life. Sure, she would miss her old house and her old friends, but hopefully she would make some new ones.

The village is only one hour away from her parent’s house too, which means she will be able to visit as often as she feels like, but they won’t need to be in her pockets. She smiled inwardly at the thought of her dad popping round for a coffee and a chat, then a mild shudder went through her when she thought of her mother in the same situation. Not that they argue or anything, in fact they have enjoyed many nice times together.

Anyway, she brought her thoughts back to the village, with a population of around two thousand people, mostly ex-military, located at the edge of an army barracks. That could be interesting, all those young soldiers on marching drill to gaze at hopefully from her office window – when she finds a job that is. With her education and background that shouldn’t be too hard, she has a few interviews lined up at the nearest town, so fingers crossed she’ll be on the payroll somewhere in no time at all.

There’s also a local pub, she’s heard, right on the base itself, so when she’s made some friends there’ll be somewhere local to go and with a bit of luck some of the local squaddies will go there too. She let herself daydream a little. Mmm, young, fit soldiers will be a welcome fantasy after such a sexless marriage. She felt warm between the legs just thinking about it. Enough of that Jessica, whatever would people think. There are certainly some who would not approve, “only after one thing, they are,” her mother’s voice popped into her head and spoiled the moment.

‘You have arrived at your destination,’ the satnav stated in a mock-posh digital accent and she pulled on to the driveway. She dug around in her bag for the shiny new key from the Estate Agents’ and got out of the car, unlocked the front door and stepped inside, dumping her bag on the hall table.

Dropping her keys on the kitchen worktop, she stepped back to look around. It was hers, finally hers. Her own house, with her own mortgage payments to keep up unfortunately, but she didn’t care about that. Her marriage was over and she was glad to be free.

Contents

Title Page

Prologue

CHAPTER 1: Lad’s Night Out

CHAPTER 2: Testosterone

CHAPTER 3: Salt of the Earth

CHAPTER 4: Halloween Party

CHAPTER 5: Intuition

CHAPTER 6: Animal Instinct

CHAPTER 7: Raindrops

CHAPTER 8: The Taste of Wine

CHAPTER 9: Knock One Out

CHAPTER 10: No Time Like the Present

CHAPTER 11: Registration

CHAPTER 12: The Unexpected

CHAPTER 13: Celebration

CHAPTER 14: Family

CHAPTER 15: Time for Reflection

CHAPTER 16: Driving with a Boner

CHAPTER 17: Home Cooked Food

CHAPTER 18: The Air of Silence

CHAPTER 19: Two Sides to Every Story

CHAPTER 20: Sudden Change of Emotions

CHAPTER 21: Good Vibes

CHAPTER 22: The Taste of Chocolate

CHAPTER 23: Euphoria

CHAPTER 24: That Touchy Subject

CHAPTER 25: Punishing Oneself

CHAPTER 26: Fate

CHAPTER 27: Sleepover

CHAPTER 28: Cannodling

CHAPTER 29: A Nice Neat Pile

CHAPTER 30: Alarms

CHAPTER 31: Shower Time

CHAPTER 32: First Day Back

CHAPTER 33: No Respect

CHAPTER 34: Shopping Trip

CHAPTER 35: Unexpected Gift

CHAPTER 36: Early Morning Run

CHAPTER 37: Waiting for the Alarm

CHAPTER 38: Branded

CHAPTER 39: Date Night

CHAPTER 40: Insatiable

CHAPTER 41: A Rude Awakening

CHAPTER 42: Property Developers

CHAPTER 43: Chilled out Evening

CHAPTER 44: A Clear Road Ahead

CHAPTER 45: Floating on Air

CHAPTER 46: Heart to Heart

CHAPTER 47: Chemistry

CHAPTER 48: PDA (Public Display of Affection)

CHAPTER 49: Sleeping Beauty

CHAPTER 50: A Sombre Mood

CHAPTER 51: Trust

CHAPTER 52: The One

CHAPTER 53: The Long Journey Home

CHAPTER 54: Cum Swap

CHAPTER 55: Breakfast in Bed

CHAPTER 56: Afternoon Snooze

CHAPTER 57: Going Home

CHAPTER 58: The Purple Gem

CHAPTER 59: Flowers

CHAPTER 60: In a Relationship

CHAPTER 61: Divorce Settlement

CHAPTER 62: Jewellery Box

CHAPTER 63: Dressed for Summer

CHAPTER 64: Party Preparations

CHAPTER 65: Christmas Party

CHAPTER 66: Morning After the Night Before

CHAPTER 67: Better get Practising

CHAPTER 68: Inadequate

CHAPTER 69: Christmas Shopping

CHAPTER 70: Temptation

CHAPTER 71: Vulgar

CHAPTER 72: Stag Night Out

CHAPTER 73: Some Alone Time

CHAPTER 74: Princess Cut Diamond

CHAPTER 75: Half Day

CHAPTER 76: Finance

CHAPTER 77: The Eve of Christmas’ Eve

CHAPTER 78: Trying on her Pressie

CHAPTER 79: Thoughts of Tomorrow

CHAPTER 80: Christmas Eve

CHAPTER 81: All Packed up

CHAPTER 82: The Long Journey Ahead

CHAPTER 83: Seizing the Moment

CHAPTER 84: Christmas Decorations

CHAPTER 85: Early Morning Text

CHAPTER 86: Festive Celebrations

CHAPTER 87: Check in

CHAPTER 88: Honour

CHAPTER 89: Catching up

CHAPTER 90: Complimentary Dinner

CHAPTER 91: Pre Wedding Nerves

CHAPTER 92: Preparation Time

CHAPTER 93: The Big Day

CHAPTER 94: The Speech

CHAPTER 95: Hangover

CHAPTER 96: Protecting his Assets

CHAPTER 97: Meeting the Family

CHAPTER 98: Home Time

CHAPTER 99: Log Cabin

CHAPTER 100: Tour of Duty

CHAPTER 101: Home Coming

CHAPTER 102: A Time for Thought

CHAPTER 103: An Emotional Reunion

CHAPTER 104: First Night Home

CHAPTER 105: Second Time Around

CHAPTER 106: Watching Porn

CHAPTER 107: Back to Normality

CHAPTER 108: Birthday Month

CHAPTER 109: Jamie’s Birthday

CHAPTER 110: Birthday Weekend (Part 1)

CHAPTER 111: Jamie’s Birthday

CHAPTER 112: Sworn to Secrecy

CHAPTER 113: Birthday Weekend (Part 2)

CHAPTER 114: A New Car

CHAPTER 115: Coming Clean

CHAPTER 116: Bank Holiday Drinks

CHAPTER 117: Too Late for Regrets

CHAPTER 118: A Difficult Situation

CHAPTER 119: Time for the Truth

CHAPTER 120: The Arms of a Mother

CHAPTER 121: The Sound of Knocking

CHAPTER 122

Epilogue

Copyright

CHAPTER 1

Lad’s Night Out

A splash of my best cologne, and I was ready to head out into town with the lads. Tonight was going to be a good night, I could feel it in my loins. Feeling certain I’d be getting laid tonight, I’d commented as much to the lads earlier in our WhatsApp group. After all “everyone loves a squaddie” I’d said.

I took one last glance in the mirror to check that my T-shirt wasn’t creased and my jeans hadn’t somehow got dirty, even though I’d very carefully washed and ironed it all, especially for tonight.

It’s been a little over a year now, since I joined the British Army, and I’m enjoying being stationed at the new base. Like most of my generation, I work hard and party harder. I know for a fact that’s one of the first things my buddies would say about me if they were asked.

So far I’ve found the locals to be very friendly and although there have been a few encounters with the odd girl here and there, I’m really looking out for someone a bit different. Someone more adventurous. Someone who’s going to tease me and above all, someone I can live out all my fantasies with. Put very simply, I know I’m lusting for an older woman.

Recently turned nineteen, I understand from slightly unfortunate experience that many women in their forties laugh at me when I flirt with them, but I’m still determined. After all, I am a squaddie; therefore failure is not in my nature.

‘Right then, who’s up for shots?’ I shout to my mates as we walk into The Bowl. Unanimously we chose our local, the only pub on camp as it was cheap, therefore saving ourselves for splashing out when we reach the nearby town a bit later. Hell, it’s busy in ’ere tonight, I think to myself but I manage to get to the bar to order four shots and four pints. Scrambling back to the lads through the heaving crowd, I notice someone new standing with a couple of more familiar faces, just a few feet from the bar.

I’m pretty sure I’ve not seen her before, either in here or in the village – I’d definitely remember her if I had. By my judgment, she is an older woman in her late thirties at the most. She has gorgeous, long, blond hair and from where I’m standing she seems quite tall and she’s got a really lovely smile. I take another look at the smile and notice her lips and the pink lipstick she is wearing.

I’ve done my shot and started on my pint, but all the time my mind is wandering. I keep glancing her way, to get another look at that smile, at those lips with that pink lipstick. It’s all I can do not to think about her and how she would take my hard cock into her mouth. How it would feel to have those lips wrapped around my length. I realise my cock is beginning to twitch every time I even glance her way. Yet I just can’t seem to stop looking at her lips as she’s taking her glass to her mouth, thinking and fantasising that it’s my erect cock she is placing in her mouth, sliding her lips up and down over the full length of it.

My pint is finished now and it’s time to leave, but somehow I manage to persuade the lads to stay for one more. I even get the round in again as I don’t want to leave yet. I need to find out who this older woman is. This older woman who is totally unaware of how much she’s teasing me.

‘Taxi for Jamie,’ someone shouts.

‘Come on lads, it’s time to get out and get smashed. Who’s up for some pussy as well?’ I say, realising a little too late that it was loud enough for the whole pub to hear. I can’t help glancing over to look at her as I say it, taking in every detail about her. Watching her lips move as she’s talking and smiling and lost in my thoughts I see her turn to look around the pub, to see who is the gobby guy in the room and she looks straight at me. My heart stops, my mouth goes dry, my palms are sweaty and my cock is throbbing. It’s so hard already and all she’s done is look and smile at me with that smile I’ve been watching for the past hour while thinking about her lips and what they will look like around my six inch cock.

The taxi journey was short as the base is only three miles from the town centre. Even so, I don’t want to get out when we get there. I feel like telling the driver to turn the taxi around and go straight back to camp. I force myself to get out of the taxi and be the loud, lairy lad that all my mates have come to expect when we’re all together.

Since leaving The Bowl my thoughts continue to wander towards blond hair and pink lips….and the time passes in a bit of a haze of distraction all the way through the next two pubs on our pub crawl.

‘What’s up J?’ one of the crowd asks me.

I shrug my shoulders and take a drink of my pint, not wanting to let on even to myself that I’m not really interested in being out now with them. I want to go back to The Bowl. I need to see if this woman is still there and most of all, find out who she is and why she is here. Is she visiting? Has she moved into the village? My head spins with a thousand questions all on the same subject newly resident in my mind - the older woman.

There are often times in life when instinct or intuition, whatever you want to call it, will occur. It’s now almost 2200hrs and we’ve been out since 1930hrs. There are loads of conversations going on now all around me, as a lot more people have joined the group without me really noticing.

‘And you must be Jamie,’ someone says.

My brain is running at a million miles an hour trying to place the voice as I’ve definitely not heard it before. It’s sweet and soft, most definitely a more mature woman’s voice but it doesn’t sound old. Turning around to check it out, I can see some familiar faces. A couple of them are from the village, I’ve often chatted to them either in The Bowl on camp or at the Sports and Social Club in the village.

Focusing in I notice something familiar, which I hadn’t noticed earlier when our group was growing. While my mind was elsewhere, back at The Bowl mainly, I hadn’t paid any attention to who was joining us, but as I’m looking for the voice I see the blond hair.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Prologue

Contents

CHAPTER 1: Lad’s Night Out