I was 22 when I had my first older woman. Despite having a loving and well-proportioned girlfriend my own age. Lillian was well into her fifties when we first met. I’d worked with her in a large office but had only spoken to her a handful of times. A few months after leaving that job I was sitting in a bar when she shuffled in on high heels. I couldn’t believe it was the same woman. The unflattering uniform I used to see her in had clearly been doing nothing for her curves. Now out in public, she was...
