It had been a while before the urge to meet anyone else had arrived. The divorce was taking what seemed like a lifetime and it still hurt, even though I knew it was right. Living in London suburbia was not conducive to meeting anyone though. People in this area had a habit of keeping themselves to themselves, not like where I grew up in the South West.

One evening I was alone in the house. The wife had been picked up by her new boyfriend (she insisted that he was only a friend) and I felt the need for some companionship.

I typed into the search page 'Dating' and joined a popular dating site. Should I take the pay option or try out the free part first, I wondered. 'Let's just go with the free part, I'm skeptical about this anyway,' I decided. A few clicks later and I was entering my details.

"5'9" tall, muscular build, caucasian with brownish hair, regular looks and 37 years old."

'That should do it,' I thought. 'No lying....it gets you nowhere and wastes everyone's time. They'll either like me or not.' I selected a photo to go with the profile and voila, my profile was complete.

It was amazing how many people were on the site. Many more men than women of course, many no doubt looking for a casual leg-over, some like me just wanting a date or too. I searched my area, Kent/London borders and sent out a few messages to those who appeared to have something in common with.

Then it struck me, why just here? I regularly go back to the South West to visit family, so I tried Devon and Somerset also. It seems that online dating is yet to fully penetrate (pardon the expression) this area of the country. Only a few entries were shown, however a couple did look interesting and were duly sent a "Hello" and introduction message.

Jane (if that was her real name) mailed me back almost instantly. She was also online and browsing the site. We exchanged a few messages, talking about ourselves and our interests. I'll admit, the conversation did start to get flirty and just after she had logged off, an email arrived in my Inbox which left very little to the imagination.

Now, I'm not a prude but it startled me how my feeling had suddenly changed. I started out wanting a date, just some company one evening to lift my spirits. Now I wanted this woman in a carnal way.

The following evening we were in contact again, the messages becoming ever more graphic in their detail. At the end of the session I decided to send her an intimate photo of me to return the favour. Ten minutes later an email arrived with her phone number.

Nervously I called. She answered with the most sexy Devonshire voice I had ever heard. My erection was instant and following our conversation I would have driven there that very night to meet this woman. As it was, we agreed to meet at the weekend when I was due to visit the area anyway.

The family were all fine. Mum and Dad filled me in on the latest village gossip and Sis and I had the usual laugh together about silly things. I was happy to be back in the fold. But it was Saturday night. It was time for me to drive to Exeter services to meet Jane.

The drive there was pleasant. I took the minor roads which afforded some views of the countryside, something I'd always missed since moving to London.

On arrival in the car park I spotted Jane's car, a black Audi, and pulled alongside. She smiled and came over to me, locking her car behind her. She was the same height as me in her heels, with blonde hair and a slight natural tan. As she got into the car we said our hello's with a cheek kiss. I was slightly taken aback. This woman was no way 38 as her profile stated, more like 43. I felt nervous anyway but remembered the emails and phone call, Jane was still stunningly sexy despite being five years older than I had thought.

We drove to a small local seaside town and walked around chatting. On the beach the moment arrived and we had our first kiss. It was electric and we both had to restrain our wandering hands with so many people around. She told me that she had to be back home by 6pm for her kids, so I drove her back to her car in time. We agreed that we had to meet again and that tomorrow night would be it.

Checking my email back at base revealed her plans. We would meet next to a church in Torquay where she lived at 7pm. I couldn't wait. At the end of her email was this.

"Don't you dare wank off tonight. I want all of your cream tomorrow night"

I have never had so much throbbing in my cock and not being able to relieve it was torture.

We met as planned. OK, I may have arrived early. My right foot pressed the throttle harder the closer to Torquay I was. She walked towards the car wearing boots, a long brown suede skirt, white blouse and brown suede jacket. She looked stunning. Self-confident and sexy.

Once she had settled into the seat we reached across to kiss. Her hand met my bulge as my hand cupped her breast. We sat snogging for five minutes or so before setting off for somewhere quieter (outside a church might have been rather disrespectful too!).

There was a car park overlooking the sea which looked to be full of doggers. As much as that may have been interesting, I wasn't in the mood to share this woman. She was mine tonight.

We talked about getting a hotel room, but she said she liked the leather seats in the car and fancied staying in that for the night. Jane directed me to a country park not far from Torquay. We parked up in the unlit car park and started to walk through the dark park itself. With no one around at all, I knew this was perfect.

I pulled her over to a bench and she sat down. Her hands calmly unzipped me and set me free. Seeing this sexy older woman gorging herself on my length I was in heaven. Her technique was no doubt honed over the years and her combinations were so much better than any previous times. She brought me towards the edge and it was with great reluctance that I withdrew from her mouth. I had to taste her, so knelt down and pulled up her skirt. Slowly I pushed each hand up the inside of her legs to part them, getting slower the further I went. Once her legs were apart I kissed and licked up her legs and then in one big mouthful took her sopping wet knickers in my mouth and sucked. Pulling them to one side I slowly licked, sucked and blew until she grabbed my head and shoved it hard towards her. My extended tongue was rammed up her pussy and she shivered with excitement.

We both stood up and she turned around, offering herself to me by taking off her knickers and bending over the bench. I held her hips and gently nudged her opening with my cock before slowly sliding it into her. She looked around at me at this moment with such a sexy look I almost blew my load.

The sex was rampant. I was holding her shoulders while pounding her juicy pussy one minute then slowing down the thrusting and pulling her hair the next. As I was about to come I withdrew, she turned and sat on the bench, took me in her mouth and swallowed everything I had to give. I've never seen anyone enjoy it so much, she licked her lips and thanked me.

By this time it was getting cold so we returned to the car. I lowered the back seats and we stayed in there, playing with each other and having sex until the early morning. She lapped up every drop of spunk that I had, whether I came on her ample breasts or her face, she always scooped it up and drank it down.

I drove her back to the church and we said our goodbyes. Jane and I only ever spoke again once on the phone, but we couldn't meet up again due to other commitments.

The dating site gave me the companionship I needed with plenty more dates, but other than one other encounter (strangely with another named Jane) Torquay Jane gave me the most truly memorable weekend in Devon.