I would probably have to admit the preference of older women came about when I spent one summer in South of France with Jason. Jason was an old school friend, he was half French half English, born in Toulouse, South of France. His parents moved to England when he was eleven. He sat next to me at school and we had been best friends ever since. The summer after we graduated from high school, Jason’s parents organised a trip for him to go back to Toulouse to see his grandmother and other relatives. I was at the time confused about what I wanted to do with my life, tossing between finding a job or continuing further study. So when Jason proposed that I came with him to France for a two month summer vacation I said yes in a flash. I did not have any savings, so I was going to work at Jason’s auntie’s cafe in the quieter side of town, which also had a little room upstairs by the terrace where I could stay.
Her name was Melanie. She was in her early 30s, confident, friendly, slim and sexy. She laughed in a loud ringing voice, and her voluptuous breasts would tremble rhythmically. She knew all her customers very well, everyone seemed to be friends with each other in this town. She would sometimes chat with them for hours, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, and everyone seemed to adore her. Despite her fluent English, I loved how she called my name with a subtle accent, it sounded so sexy. She taught me how to make coffee, how to serve a baguette, and how to taste wine. I remembered the long summer nights sitting by the tree outside, sharing a bottle of red wine. I watched her lips turn from light pink to dark plum from the wine, and I remembered the deep desire wanting to capture her lips with mine. I could clearly see her curves beneath her white summer dress, and the pale soft skin on her laps when she lifted up her skirt to sit down next to me. My erection rose as I breathed in her scent mixed with sweat. The summer soon ended and I never saw her again. I had never told anyone about my feelings for her. Now more than a decade later, I satisfied my needs with different beautiful mature escorts, but Melanie would always have a place in my heart.