Davina Does Older Women

By Limey Lady

School is out for good for Davina. Inspired by adventures with her games teacher, she decides to explore possibilities with more mature ladies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Apr 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370782499

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Davina Does Older Women

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2017

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter Thirty-Five - A Drink with Stan

Chapter Thirty-Six - Sex with Stan

Chapter Thirty-Seven - More Sex with Stan

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Breaking New Ground

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Bethany

Chapter Forty - Three is Not a Crowd

Chapter Forty-One - Winds of Change

Chapter Forty-Two - Margot and Kat

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Introduction

We’re friends now, right? So I’m dropping the lengthy intros. From hereon I’m just going to get on with the story. Last time I left you having just clicked with a thirty-something skinhead with hairy armpits. We were bound for the pub after my very first night class . . .

And here’s how it went.

Chapter Thirty-Five

You probably assume that, as a self-confessed IT nerd, I struggle to make intelligent conversation and can only contribute in grunts and monosyllables.

Not true! I may not have mentioned it before, but I could chitchat for England and simultaneously talk the hind leg off a donkey. Okay, so perhaps not everything I come out with is strictly intelligent, but I am very rarely at a loss for words. And I’m also capable of flooding listeners with information, so they almost always miss my dumber observations amid the general torrent.

What can I say? I’m a people person at heart; that’s why I’m a techie and not yet a programmer. The idea of sitting at a desk, hardly ever exchanging a verbal sentence with a fellow human being doesn’t do it for me. Stuff the megabucks; I’d rather be out and about, saving the taciturn lifestyle for when I’m older . . . much, much older.

What I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t short of anything to say as Stan and I walked down Skipton High Street. She seemed content to mostly listen to me and, encouraged by the fade of her habitual scowl, watching it being gradually replaced by a faint smile, I kept on chatting.

I also kept on studying her. A moment ago I described her as having a number two cut but still being attractive in a certain, rough and ready sort of a way. Let me tell a little more. I’m quite tall but at six feet Stan towered over me. Her broad shoulders were impressive, as well. Honestly, she was better built than your average rugby league forward. And she had muscles; lots of them. I guessed she was far stronger than any lover I’d ever had, Val Williams included.

Trust me; the idea of being with such a powerful woman turned me on. No, it made me self-lubricate like crazy.

Why have I only bothered with pretty girls before? I wondered. Why haven’t I been with someone like this?

I liked Stan’s outfit, too. Well I would, wouldn’t I? She was dressed almost identically to me: red boots, blue jeans and a bright white T-shirt (it was mid-August, summer had arrived and it was too warm for my usual sweats). So, similar clobber but, height and physique aside, there was one crucial difference between us.

Stan’s tits were absolutely