In praise of older women…

[kev86]

I understand your feelings...

[shyfurwriter]

On 1/31/2025 at 11:55 AM, dongleboy said:

I’ve always found a woman smoking in fur to be an incredible turn on. 

Me too ,  Although unpopular today I have more than a few lovely memories of elegant ladies smoking in furs. Nothing beats a fluffy fur such as fox or lynx worn over the shoulders when the lady stepped out for a few puffs. There is something so sensual when a lady wears her mink, be it manners or desire, men are compelled to offer her their flame. My kryptonite is the lady wielding the long slender cigarette holder enjoying elegant puffs as foxes or minks made into stoles dangle helplessly from her lovely shoulders. 

Edited November 16 by shyfurwriter

[dongleboy]

After having written the above account of a relationship, I had I wondered about describing another relationship I was fortunate to have about five or six years later.  I’ve only related it to one other member of this forum because I was very new and didn’t want to rock any boats.  
 

Anyway, here goes…

I had graduated from one of the prestigious London music colleges and was attempting to carve a career as an orchestral player in the competitive world of London music making.  Having been chosen for a trial with one of the top London Orchestras I was keen to keep as low a profile as possible. In other words, turn up, shut up and don’t annoy anyone!  However, I was to have my head thrust above the parapet with what could have led to disastrous results.  
 

The Orchestra had an American conductor who was keen to record American music.  It was a noble idea except that none of the British record companies were very enthusiastic. It would be expensive to do and sales were not guaranteed.  However, the conductor’s agent knew of an extremely wealthy American couple who had sponsored American music in the past.  However, the husband of the couple had died of a massive heart attack the year before, leaving his widow to continue their philanthropic work.  
 

As luck would have it, she was in Europe so a meeting was arranged by the Orchestra’s management and the woman.  She flew into London and after some discussion she said that yes, she would consider underwriting the project.  (Having to fund nine sessions of a large symphony orchestra is an extremely expensive proposition!)  I should say that at this point I had absolutely nothing to do with this situation.  My role only became clear a bit later.  
 

During the talks, the lady had casually mentioned that her late husband and her had planned to take a trip to Scotland to find the small coastal town where his family had originated from.  Was there anyone who could ‘show her around?’.  Panic ensued!  My senior colleagues were very familiar with the environs of Vienna, Rome, Madrid, Berlin and Paris but Scotland was ‘up there’ above the Watford Gap.  ‘Leave it with us - we’ll find out’.   And then someone had the idea that the new guy at the back of the second violins was from Scotland.  Maybe he could show her around Scotland.  And so I was approached! 
 

I had my doubts since Scotland is a very big place and I wanted to remain in the swim in London. And, although I didn’t say this, my very limited experience of wealthy people was that they could be a real pain in the ass! However, I was keen to make a good impression so I somewhat reluctantly agreed.  I was provided with a hired Mercedes, my 15 year Old Ford not being suitable for a wealthy American society lady, a strict budget and even stricter instructions.  Do NOT upset her! 
 

I didn’t need accommodation since I could stay in Edinburgh with my parents so this was a lucky break for the orchestra.  My brief was to pick her up at her hotel and take her to wherever she wanted to go.  Three days should cover it.  I need to give the lady a name so let’s call her… Jean.  
 

Jean was staying in a suite in the newly opened Sheraton Hotel and arrived the night before I was to pick her up after breakfast.  However, I received a charming note on expensive note paper saying how much she was looking forward to seeing Scotland and thanking me for my trouble.  She suggested I join her for breakfast at the hotel and we could make plans.  Jean was a lovely lady.  She was about 5’8” and quite slender.  She had tanned skin which was the result of a recent trip to Barbados.  Her clothes were obviously tailored and were exquisite.  She wore discreet diamond earrings, a diamond bracelet and a gold Rolex watch.  Sitting at her place at the table was a gold Tiffany cigarette case and a gold Cartier lighter.  Jean was very pleasant to talk to although she did give me a very startled look after the hotel staff had pointed her out and I’d introduced myself.   We both had a solid Scottish breakfast and Jean drank lots of strong black coffee.  She had two cigarettes and explained that her late husband had hated her smoking and so she had all but given up. However, the stress of his unexpected death had caused her to take up smoking seriously again.  ‘From twenty a year to twenty a day, honey!’, she explained. 
 

The conversation was very easy since she was very interested in music and we were able to converse with no awkward silences.  We had decided we would start her Scottish trip with a trip to the small town of Leven which was where her late husband’s grandfather had left for America many years before.   Jean said she wanted to go up to her suite to pick up her ‘things’.  I collected the Mercedes and we agreed to meet outside.  Well, of course I was galvanised to see her wearing an ankle length mink coat and a beautiful Hermes silk scarf. She had an alligator skin handbag.  Fortunately, I had a few seconds to collect myself or I’m sure my jaw would have been hanging open. 
 

part two to follow. 

Edited Sunday at 03:52 PM by dongleboy

[furs limited]

Can we assume there is more to the Scottish tour?

[dongleboy]

Yes, that’s why it said part two to follow…

[Pelsker]

Looking forward to part two!

Edited Sunday at 04:33 PM by Pelsker

[kev86]

A beautiful story my friend but I'm not surprised about it... 

This story correspond to your elegance and emotions when you talk about ladies and furs! 

Congratulations to your graduation, this is really good to knew you are passionate about music and orchestra...

What is your favourite instrument ? I'm passionate about orchestra...

A luck for her to have a fabulous guide for her trip, a fabulous time for you and great experience for her, I'm following your story with pleasure and passion...

You are fascinating and I appreciate people like you, a real pleasure and enjoyment...

Maybe one day we will have the story concerning your fabulous mink...

Fabulous my friend...

[dongleboy]

Thanks for the positive comments. 
 

So, part the second.  
 

It was still quite dark when we started out and the small town of Leven takes about an hour to drive to.  We had the radio on and Jean chatted knowledgeably about the music.  Half way there, I pulled over at a vantage point to show her the Forth Bridge, one of the marvels of the 19th Century.  She asked if I would mind if she smoked and of course I said ok.  I lit her cigarette from the car’s lighter and she snuggled into her amazing mink coat since she’d opened the window.  As I chuntered on about the Bridge’s history I noticed that hot ash from her cigarette hand landed on the sleeved. I hastily brushed it off and she smiled at me and said ‘you really like this coat, don’t you?!’  I told her I thought it was wonderful and she invited me to stroke the sleeve.  
 

We eventually arrived in Leven which, in those days, was quite a depressed town.  She had an address but the street had long been demolished so it was rather a sad visit for her.  We walked around the town centre where she drew lots of looks from the locals, ladies wearing mink coats, silk scarves and designer shoes not being a common sight!  She took my arm at one point and it was lovely to feel so close to her.  
 

By this time, I’d lived in London and had forgotten just how cold a coastal town could be and I shivered a couple of times which Jean expressed concern at.  Actually, I was just as overwhelmed by the scent of her obviously exclusive perfume.  We couldn’t find anywhere suitable to eat so we decided to keep driving around the area.  Eventually, we came across a small hotel and had a pub lunch, again with her being the object of some discussion amongst the clientele.  
 

Jean asked if we could return to Edinburgh since she felt tired and wanted a nap.  I was beginning to think that the day so far had been a bit of a disappointment for her but she surprised me by asking if I was free for dinner that evening.  Of course, I said I’d be delighted.  And then she asked me something that blew my socks off.  ‘Could I get her some pot?!’  Now I don’t smoke or take drugs but I’d had a friend from University who was known to dabble so I said I’d do what I could.  She opened the alligator handbag and pulled out a roll of £20 notes.  ‘Do you think that’ll be enough?’  I replied I’d no idea but it did seem like a lot of money. (This was the 1980’s, remember!) 

 

We parted ways, her to sleep and me to be a drug mule!  My friend Dougie was pleased to see me and even more pleased when I showed him the £20 notes.  And so I ended up with a big bag of sticky cannabis!  
 

I’d arranged to meet Jean at six o’clock and was rather surprised when, having reported to reception, I was told to take the lift to her top floor suite.  I was even more surprised to find Jean not dressed but instead wrapped in a large white silk dressing gown.  She ordered champagne and we had a couple of glasses before she asked about my expedition.  She was delighted with the results and soon and very expertly rolled herself a large dobbie!  The suite had a small balcony so, having wrapped herself up in the mink coat, she proceeded to get very high!  
 

Of course, by this time I was starting to put two and two together but didn’t want to be too forward.  It wasn’t really necessary. She said she was cold and would I stand behind her and cuddle her to keep her warm?  After I had done that, she took my hand and placed it under her coat on to her breast.  Well, I can take a hint and very soon we were back in the suite and heading towards the huge bed. (With silk sheets, thank you!) Her mink coat was discarded onto the floor and I realised that she was wearing silk pyjamas under her dressing gown.  And so we made the most beautiful and frenzied love. 
 

Afterwards, she told me that she’d been amazed at how much I resembled her late husband when they first met.  I was surprised but didn’t object too strongly.  Afterwards, she went to the loo and returned with the champagne, her cigarettes and lighter and her mink coat which she threw over me on the bed.  ‘I know exactly what you like. Next time, let’s fuck on top of my mink!’ 
 

I then cuddled her having wrapped her up in her heavy silk dressing gown while she smoked and drank red wine.  I absolutely loved kissing her and it wasn’t long before we were ready to make love again.  This time was much less frenzied and it was very loving sex. 
 

Afterwards, we ordered from room service. The waiter who delivered our trolley was under no illusion about what had been happening in Jean’s suite and barely kept a straight face as she tipped him £20.  (Jean seemed to have an endless supply of £20 notes!) 
 

Afterwards, she told me about her late husband and how she missed both him and their physical relationship.  She also told me that he too had a real thing for fur.  Every year , he would take her fur shopping in September and they would chose her furs for that winter.  One oddity was that he always bought her a black full length mink coat every year.  Last years coat would go into storage until she’d amassed one for every year they had been married.  She reckoned she had over 25 in storage! 
 

part three to follow 

Edited Sunday at 06:31 PM by dongleboy

[kev86]

Always happy to write you a positive comment about your fabulous story...

The second part is fantastic, Jean was a fantastic lady who lived with a real simplicity and authenticity, this generation was rich but don't forgetting to be educated and respectful with hotels and restaurants staff... 

I respect it so much, now it's rarely in the modern lifestyle of young rich peoples, so bad...

So fabulous to read Jean invited you to stroke this mink and by the way invited you to dinner with her. Surely, she knew you had a lovely feeling with fur and she was captivated so much...

The evening feels like a beautiful moment between a young gentlemen and a fur lady.

I'm so glad you were able to enjoy these occasions with ladies who are always wrapped in fur and wore it with a real passion...

Fur shopping is a fantastic experience with Jean and I'm sure her husband was very happy to see her wife bought a new coat and built a fantastic collection!

25 fur coats sounds like the paradise and I don't imagine how you feel amazed by this new...

Fantastic to read your stories and memories!

 

Edited Sunday at 07:56 PM by kev86

[Pelsker]

Lovely story - can’t wait for part three!

[dongleboy]

Part the third.  
 

I was pretty exhausted after the night before so Jean had to wake me up.  I was surprised to find I was wrapped up in her mink coat with the silk sheets over me.  Jean was already awake, looking very perky and dressed from top to bottom in off white silk.  I’d loved the fact that her hair, which was beautifully coiffed, was quite disheveled after our exertions. However, it had returned to its immaculate self.  
 

All I wanted to do was fuck her brains out again but she told me that we had shopping to do so I had to be content with a passionate kiss and a fondle of her breasts.  And so, after a room service breakfast, Jean called reception and booked a taxi to take us to Jenner’s department store, a kind of Scottish equivalent of Harrods.  However, before we left the room she insisted on taking another trip to the little balcony where she smoked some more cannabis.  I’d rather hoped I could take advantage of her being high to get her clothes off but it wasn’t to be. So, wrapped up in silk with a long silk scarf and her gorgeous mink coat we left the warm suite.  
 

We arrived at Jenners and she took me to the menswear department and had me try on beautiful sheepskin coats. Having chosen one for me, she asked the staff to ‘dispose’ of the rather inadequate coat I’d brought with me.  I was both delighted and appalled that she could spend so much money on me.  I did notice that she had an Amex Platinum card which had only been recently introduced.  The coat was gorgeous and I finally felt I could be in her company without looking scruffy! 
 

Jean wanted to do other shopping in the store for ‘folks back home’ and this consisted of her buying cashmere sweaters, scarves and socks by the dozen and having them delivered to her home in the States.  She bought herself some beautiful silk garments and then we were leaving the store.  I’d insisted that she kept a cashmere scarf for herself and I took great delight in having her fasten her mink up and then pulling her collar up and holding it in place with the gorgeous scarf.  She lit a cigarette, took my arm and cuddled into me.  I think we were both a bit intoxicated with how our relationship had developed and we both seemed to float as we walked along the street.  
 

By this time, we both wanted to get back to bed so we took a taxi back to the hotel.  We got back to her suite but before we did anything, she wanted to get high again so we ended up on the balcony with her smoking a huge cannabis cigarette whilst I cuddled her in the mink.  Jean was pretty baked by the time we got back in the bedroom and I loved stripping off all those unbelievable silk garments until she was left with just her Rolex on.   We had a great time in bed and were both exhausted afterwards.  After we woke up, she ordered champagne, red wine and chocolates and we stayed in bed until lunchtime.  She had booked us a table at Edinburgh’s most exclusive restaurant and we took a taxi there.  I knew of the restaurant and had heard that one had to book quite far in advance but this didn’t apply to residents of the Sheraton and it was all very smooth.  The food was absolutely delicious and I’d never eaten like this before.  We had oysters to start with and then a perfectly cooked steak.  I forget what the desert was but it was sublime.  
 

Afterwards, we thought about doing touristy things but I think we just wanted to get back to her suite which we did.  We ended up in bed but simply wanted to be with each other.  She’d got high again so we drank, her red wine, me champagne with me feeding her chocolates in between her smoking.  Her cigarettes were made specifically for her and she loved smoking.  What with all the cannabis, red wine and smoking, she became a bit disoriented and spilled red wine onto her beautiful silk dressing gown.  She also burned a couple of holes in it when she dropped her lit cigarettes.  I was appalled but she didn’t seem to care much.  All this time I was kissing, cuddling and fondling her.   
 

We kind of lost track of time and there seemed to be little structure to the day except meals.  There was one thing that happened though.  I’d been aware that Jean had been in touch with someone back home.  It turned out to be her housekeeper who had been instructed to send her two sable coats via FedEx to Edinburgh.  A box arrived and she removed these amazing coats and modelled them for me before throwing them on the bed where we made love on top of them.  They both fitted me so we’d wear one each when she went onto the balcony to get high.  And then we’d go to bed and screw each other. 

[dongleboy]

So that was our week together.  Obviously, I’d told her about the situation with sponsorship and we had a great laugh when I called the management from her suite and put them on speakerphone.  They asked all kinds of questions such as was she happy with her trip to Scotland.  It took all my composure not to burst out laughing when they asked if they thought she was satisfied!  Yes, I replied. She seems very satisfied! 
 

I always loved that she wore her beautiful Rolex when she was naked and the only argument we had was when she decided she’d buy me a Rolex.  I insisted that it wasn’t necessary and she insisted it was.  I felt it was a reward for services rendered but she insisted it was a way of saying thank you for having, as she put it, woken her up again.  And so the Rolex remained unpurchased. ( A decision I’ve often regretted!)  We both knew that a long term relationship was unrealistic. She lived a completely different life to myself and her family was very religious and would have strongly disapproved of her having a relationship with a man thirty years younger than herself.  
 

I told her I thought that when she returned to the States she should be promiscuous and fuck as many men as she could manage!  She did laugh at this but I could see there was a glint in her eyes.   And so we parted, both of us in tears at the end of what had been a beautiful moment in our lives.  
 

I asked if I could keep a couple of pairs of her silk underpants which had been wet with her fluids. I also wanted to keep her beautiful silk dressing gown which had been ruined with red wine stains, cigarette burns and our fluids.  I still have them, hidden in a box.  They still smell of her and her cigarette smoke and her perfume.  
 

Shortly after I returned to London, a box arrived and it was her fabulous mink coat which had been cleaned and repaired and with a new silk lining.  I’ve kept it all these years and started wearing it four years ago after the pandemic.  It’s absolutely gorgeous and I have great joy wearing it.  Despite having been cleaned and repaired it still smells of her and her cigarettes and her perfume.  
 

And that’s my story.  Oh, the orchestra got its sponsorship.  I got a credit on the acknowledgements! 

Edited Sunday at 10:59 PM by dongleboy

[kev86]

Amazing part, full of extravagance and many little pleasures for together... 

So adorable to wake up in silk sheets and a fantastic mink coat and I don't forget the charming lady who gave you this fabulous evening...

So adorable to see you enjoying a sheep coat, so beautiful and elegant for follow her at the restaurant, a wonderful place for a delicious meals...

The part with cigarette is so extravagant and full of pleasure, don't care about peoples when we are in the sleeves of a wonderful lady wrapped in a elegant mink and silk...

Glamorous time with two wonderful sable coats, so fun to had a beautiful relationship on these sables, I don't imagine the feeling of her skin with sable and you who are the lucky gentlemen...

A wonderful experience and you talk about this one with passion and happiness...

I'm surely this lady watch you with admiration when you are wrapped in your mink...

I'm honored to read you, a fur lover and a man passionate about ladies and ladies wrapped in fur!

Fabulous my friend...

[dongleboy]

8 minutes ago, kev86 said:

Amazing part, full of extravagance and many little pleasures for together... 

So adorable to wake up in silk sheets and a fantastic mink coat and I don't forget the charming lady who gave you this fabulous evening...

So adorable to see you enjoying a sheep coat, so beautiful and elegant for follow her at the restaurant, a wonderful place for a delicious meals...

The part with cigarette is so extravagant and full of pleasure, don't care about peoples when we are in the sleeves of a wonderful lady wrapped in a elegant mink and silk...

Glamorous time with two wonderful sable coats, so fun to had a beautiful relationship on these sables, I don't imagine the feeling of her skin with sable and you who are the lucky gentlemen...

A wonderful experience and you talk about this one with passion and happiness...

I'm surely this lady watch you with admiration when you are wrapped in your mink...

I'm honored to read you, a fur lover and a man passionate about ladies and ladies wrapped in fur!

Fabulous my friend...

Thank you! 

[kev86]

28 minutes ago, dongleboy said:

So that was our week together.  Obviously, I’d told her about the situation with sponsorship and we had a great laugh when I called the management from her suite and put them on speakerphone.  They asked all kinds of questions such as was she happy with her trip to Scotland.  It took all my composure not to burst out laughing when they asked if they thought she was satisfied!  Yes, I replied. She seems very satisfied! 
 

I always loved that she wore her beautiful Rolex when she was naked and the only argument we had was when she decided she’d buy me a Rolex.  I insisted that it wasn’t necessary and she insisted it was.  I felt it was a reward for services rendered but she insisted it was a way of saying thank you for having, as she put it, woken her up again.  And so the Rolex remained unpurchased. ( A decision I’ve often regretted!)  We both knew that a long term relationship was unrealistic. She lived a completely different life to myself and her family was very religious and would have strongly disapproved of her having a relationship with a man thirty years younger than herself.  
 

I told her I thought that when she returned to the States she should be promiscuous and fuck as many men as she could manage!  She did laugh at this but I could see there was a glint in her eyes.   And so we parted, both of us in tears at the end of what had been a beautiful moment in our lives.  
 

I asked if I could keep a couple of pairs of her silk underpants which had been wet with her fluids. I also wanted to keep her beautiful silk dressing gown which had been ruined with red wine stains, cigarette burns and our fluids.  I still have them, hidden in a box.  They still smell of her and her cigarette smoke and her perfume.  
 

Shortly after I returned to London, a box arrived and it was her fabulous mink coat which had been cleaned and repaired and with a new silk lining.  I’ve kept it all these years and started wearing it four years ago after the pandemic.  It’s absolutely gorgeous and I have great joy wearing it.  Despite having been cleaned and repaired it still smells of her and her cigarettes and her perfume.  
 

And that’s my story.  Oh, the orchestra got its sponsorship.  I got a credit on the acknowledgements! 

Ah Dongleboy,

A magnificent story set in a magnificent time when everything was simpler.
there are some people who meet for life and others for moments where only fate knows periods.

This mantle to a magnificent story and finally you bring a part of it to life, I'm sure she's very happy.
A woman who didn’t need to justify the codes of convention even with a young man like you…

Even if you weren't the only one, I think you had a special place in his heart because you knew how to appreciate those furs and his beauty with a unique sense!

Today you wear with passion this magnificent mink, I find the gift very beautiful.
no matter where we come from, it does not define our path and I speak from experience.
maybe a story to tell otherwise!

Thank you so much for this beautiful share, you must have emotions, I appreciate this presence and the fact that you live with your principles.

I find this mink even better…

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart Dongleboy...

[kev86]

9 minutes ago, dongleboy said:

Thank you! 

You're welcome with pleasure!

[minkme]

Lots of HARD WORK getting the sponsorship. And sending two sable coats too.  I guess she didn't leave the sables?  I think you're the winner on using the most expensive fur during sex. 

[dongleboy]

28 minutes ago, minkme said:

Lots of HARD WORK getting the sponsorship. And sending two sable coats too.  I guess she didn't leave the sables?  I think you're the winner on using the most expensive fur during sex. 

No, they had sentimental value to her but sex in them was magical. 

[dongleboy]

Ps…

A year later, on the anniversary of our encounter, I received a note from Jean on heavy embossed, scented note paper.  She told me how much our relationship had meant to her and helped to cope with her grief.  She said she had joined a gym which she’d enjoyed but she was asked to leave as she had slept with all the personal trainers!  However, great though the sex was, she missed the tenderness that we had shared during our week together.   Jean said that although sex with very fit young men was fun, she missed the attentiveness afterwards. There was a real feeling of those men just getting on with the rest of their day.  She loved that after we’d made love I’d kiss her and cuddle her after I’d wrapped her up in her beautiful silk dressing gown and I’d get her a large glass of red wine and a cigarette.  I’d continue to caress her and tell her how beautiful she was whilst re- filling her glass and keeping her supplied with ciggies.  

I wish we could have continued a bit of a relationship but I was involved with a lovely girl my own age so it was with regret that I replied, saying she would eventually find someone really special.  Sometimes, things are best left in the past. 

Edited 21 hours ago by dongleboy

[Jerome]

Great story!

A beautiful, sexy, mature woman wrapped in a fabulous mink coat. A portrait of timeless elegance eager to make love in fur. Confidence and grace ensconced in luxury. What can one expect more? 

Jérôme

[kev86]

Oh, it's so sweet and romantic to see that she hasn't forgotten your weekend, such a lovely gesture on her part…

This lady's elegance and culture are admirable, and I appreciate them. It a beautiful memory for her to think back on your tenderness and that wonderful weekend.

A true gentleman, my friend…

Edited Monday at 10:38 AM by kev86

[Pelsker]

Beautiful story - thank you for sharing!

[pnwhist]

6 hours ago, Pelsker said:

Beautiful story - thank you for sharing!

Yea One of the best True stories I’ve ever read in a Fur Forum. I wish there more real stories like this out there in the wild for us to enjoy…and reflect…and perhaps implement in the future 🙂

@dongleboy you sincerely have come across some truly elegant ladies in your journey. I hope the present brings you more luxurious moments!

[minkme]

dongleboy,  

 

I wonder if Jean's husband had a fur fetish and if he was into fur sex?  Somehow, she didn't mind having sex wearing and on her furs including the sable coats.  For the simple women wearing fur coats, they would never allow sex on their furs.  It's like she was familiar with that type of activity?

[dongleboy]

4 hours ago, minkme said:

dongleboy,  

 

I wonder if Jean's husband had a fur fetish and if he was into fur sex?  Somehow, she didn't mind having sex wearing and on her furs including the sable coats.  For the simple women wearing fur coats, they would never allow sex on their furs.  It's like she was familiar with that type of activity?

To be honest, we didn’t really discuss her husband’s feelings towards fur, as far as I remember, apart from the rather eccentric purchasing of a new ankle length black mink coat every year.  He would NOT allow her to wear any of the black minks from previous years and, as I mentioned, they remained in storage.  So she ended up with over 25 ankle length black minks in storage which were never worn!  
 

The peculiar things of the super rich!