It was because of Angela that my predilection for mature women was formed. Perhaps it was also due in part to the significance of the date, 18th of February 1982, my eighteenth birthday. After all losing your virginity to a woman twenty three years your senior is bound to have a profound and ever lasting affect.

I was living in a fairly remote coastal town in Western Australia at that time; a builder’s laborer having just left high school with not much of an idea of what I wanted to do with the future. It was a time of no responsibilities and of not having much of a care in the world.

I was a shy boy by nature and that fact, combined with the teenage difficulty of being new to town only 18 months earlier meant that I had only had one girlfriend in that time and I was still a virgin to boot. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to explore the tight, lithe body of my girlfriend; I was just not pushy enough to put the proposition to her.

Angela was to initiate me into the heady world of sex in an inspiring fashion.

I was aware of the gorgeous Angela for months before our fateful encounter. She was my friend’s mother and I had entertained myself on numerous nocturnal occasions where she played the starring role in masturbatory fantasies. In fact Angela was a walking, talking, living wet dream.

I knew I wasn’t alone in my worship of Angela’s generous curves, pretty face and blonde hair. I had had several discussions regarding Angela’s assets with friends from school and we were all of the same opinion; Peter’s Mom was hot stuff.

To describe Angela in detail: She was forty one years old when I reached my eighteenth birthday. Fairly tall, at least five foot ten to my six feet. Willowy limbed with well shaped, slim legs. Legs that she showed off to honey tanned perfection all the time in short skirts or tight shorts. She got away with such show off behavior because of the high temperatures along the West Australian coastline. She had a very pretty face that was framed by ash blonde hair. Her teeth were white with the front two being slightly crooked teeth gave her a rather endearing smile and actually emphasized her prettiness rather than detract from it. She had a flat tummy and absolutely the best, most shapely tits in town (there had been a schoolboy vote on that particular subject). In fact Angela’s breasts were the topic of many conversations between just about 100% of the male population of the town. It wasn’t the size of her globes that prompted so much conjecture, although they were a decent sized pair, but rather their overall shape and apparent ability to defy gravity. They were full and rounded, well sized and shapely ultimately tipped by long, seemingly permanently erect nipples.

There wasn’t a man, or boy, in town who wouldn’t have taken the opportunity, with no second thoughts of the consequences whatsoever, to play with Angela if he was lucky enough to ever get the chance.