A couple of hours later I got a match. 47 year old Jayne. I have a thing for older woman(I am 29) and got a little buzz knowing I had matched with her... as she was very hot. She guessed I was traveling by the message she sent me first. Long story short I arranged to come to a small town called Picton where she lived. The plan was to come round for some wine and a chat and see where it goes. Jayne lived in a big house on her own. Her k**s were living with their Dad. We hit it off instantly trading. Carla was a voluptuous five feet seven, with beautiful, natural, thirty-six-inch breasts. If she carried just a little too much on her buttocks, it only accentuated her sexuality to me. Lying on the rug, her slightly longer than shoulder-length red hair fanned around her face and made her look especially wanton and devilish. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked. ‘Making rug angels,’ she said, fanning her legs and arms. Then she raised her arms and looked invitingly up at me and smiled. I was on her in. They followed me out of the club and down to here. Thankfully, you were there to stop them!” With that, she came around the desk and gave me a huge hug, which I gladly accepted. Feeling her tight body press against mine, got my dick hard, pulling away before Hayden could feel it. “Think nothing of it. Hey, let’s call you a cab. Do you want anything to drink?” I offered opening up the fridge door to try and cool myself off. “No thanks Adam. I’m good, say would you like me to sign your box set?”. ’ He unbuttoned my blouse, starting from the bottom button, but left the top button done. Sliding his hands under the material, he began to scratch lightly at my nipples, both at the same time. This drives me positively around the bend. At the most UN-sexy times, this drives me nuts, but right then I thought I would die … and die a happy gurl … I was so dizzy with lust as he rubbed each of my nipples between thumb and forefinger. And I was lost. I mean, LOST. I forgot about his big beautiful.