Bernice was a revelation. I had been seeing her for nearly a year since splitting from my wife and I had never met a woman so totally liberated sexually. She used her hands, her sweet mouth, her ample tits, her hot pussy and her tight arsehole to milk cum from my cock at every opportunity. I would often slide into bed behind her and before I could get too close her hand was already reaching out for my cock and pumping it to full hardness, imploring me to fuck her. There are many horny stories that I could tell about but I want to start with this one.

Let’s start with some details. Bernice is a tall girl, mid thirties with tumbling brunette hair. I guess she has what you might describe as a fuller figure and has lovely big tits. Her pussy is partially shaved and always wet – seriously, all the time! I am six foot with a medium athletic build, brown hair and a 7 inch, uncut, thick cock.

A week or so earlier we had agreed to split up. I was ready to move on and had started seeing someone else. I think Bernice was still hoping for a change of heart. We had stayed in contact and had met up a few times on a “just friends” basis. It was a warm sunny, Sunday afternoon and Bernice had asked if she could come round for a chat as she was feeling lonely. I said sure but was wary about her motives. Having slept with my new girl I really didn’t want anything to happen between us.

Bernice arrived and let herself in to my house as I was out in the back garden. Living out in the country this was fairly normal but when she came out she surprised me a little. She was wearing a light brown summer dress which was doing a poor job of containing those fantastic breasts, and a pair of flat shoes. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts – typical bloke summer attire!

We chatted for a while and tidied the garden. Everything seemed perfectly normal and innocent until she snapped the waist band of her panties. I don’t know if this was premeditated, but my mind was immediately transferred to a close up image of her sopping pussy, my tongue jabbing at her hole whilst she frantically rubbed her clit. She was building to a wild climax……then there was a tap on my shoulder “hey, you were miles away” she said smiling, and I was back in the garden. “Not so far away” I answered and she looked puzzled. We spent a little longer in the garden but the whole time I was acutely aware of her cleavage and the outline of her underwear.

After a while we went back indoors and made tea. We chatted a little more whilst we sat on the sofa and watched some TV. I was leaning back slightly. She asked if she could have a hug. “Sure”, I said so she lay down and put her head on my chest and I put my arm around her. She smelled good. “Ok, this fine” I told myself, “I’m being a good guy and I’m not thinking about fucking her”.