How I ended up with an older women.

I’m 27. She’s 54, a widow. So she lives near our house like , few streets from my home. I have seen her since I was a kid. If I try to write the whole story how it started it will take a lot of time so I will just jump back to the essence of it, She never hid what she wanted. Long looks, lingering touches, direct comments about missing sex after her husband died and how she preferred younger men who could keep up. No games, no mixed signals.
I was single and interested. The age gap registered, but the mutual attraction was clear. About six months ago we finally acted on it. She said she was ready. We went to her place, had sex that was straightforward and good for both of us, and agreed to keep going.
Since then it’s been regular // few times a week. She initiates as much as I do. Practical, private, no big future talk. She gets the physical attention and release she said she needed. I get consistent, enthusiastic sex with a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t shy about it. The age difference is real, but so is the arrangement. It’s working for both of us, so we haven’t stopped.