In my twenties, I used to see an SP who was probably in her early to mid 50's one of the many SP's who used to received on that area of Ste-Foy & Ste-Helene in Longueuil, I don't even remember how I started seeing her, she was more woman next door in looks (with a fantastic ass though) but the chemistry was really good, she was patient, playful and once I figured out how to make her orgasm (with her guidance), she would let me do the filthiest things with her. At one point I was seeing her twice a week, no sooner had I entered her appartment she had me out of my pants for BBJ and we'd go straight to Greek. I owe a lot of my sexual confidence to that woman.
Since then I think the oldest woman I slept with is 67, pre-pandemic at a friend's birthday party, she'd invited some friends from her building and there was her Russian neighbor from down the hall who attended, a tall blonde with a fantastic ass (I sense a pattern) and wicked sense of humour, we got along and she flirted with me but I took it as nothing special. I then ran into her a couple of times in the building when visiting my friend and she then insisted I come over for a drink and gave me her number...curiosity got the better of me, I called and visited her a couple of times, we made out like teenagers, the sex was good, different, she loved teasing and making me lose my mind, she had great stamina and loved how much I was into her, it only lasted a couple of weeks, messages stopped abruptly. I later found out her husband was back and they were off traveling. I've since run into her usually with her husband, walking the dog, we chit-chat and joke and exchange knowing glances but that's the extent of it.