1. Privates - Stand Two!


    Date: 11/13/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: Simon66, Source: LushStories

    This is a continuation of my story ‘Privates on Parade’. You may wish to read that first to get a better understanding of how I was lucky enough to get this far with a woman some thirty years my senior . . . . Pam stepped away from me towards the head of the table. She breathed in heavily through her nose and looked wanton, her lips apart and lust in her eyes. Her mouth closed and that lop sided sneer returned as her next thoughts calculated. She turned and slid the carver chair away from its position under the head of the table. Turning back to face me she reached behind herself and undid the zip on her evening dress, manipulating her hands to allow her to undo it completely. The dress slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor. She kicked it thoughtlessly to one side and stood now, not in a push up bra as I'd previously suspected, but in a dark blue ‘body’, suspenders and stockings. Her figure was now fully displayed and enhanced by the figure hugging silk and lace of the body. Her breasts were not as large as I'd thought, but they were a fantastic sight, pushed up as they were to two wonderfully fleshy orbs. Her flesh looked dark and grey in the dull light of the room. “Turn the light on. Then turn it down,” She said, her voice low and husky. I reached across my left shoulder to the dimmer switch on the wall behind me and did as I was bid before looking back on her. In the dimmed glow of a hundred watt bulb that served to give her flesh colour and simultaneously cast ...
    it into shadow she looked even more alluring. My heart pounded and my body shook with the cold shiver of nerves as I was still well out of my comfort zone. Until now, every woman this age whom I’d ever been in contact with had been treated with the utmost respect and either been address as Miss or Mrs. This woman had already performed an unimaginably fantastic act of fellatio upon me and was now looking upon my semi naked frame with all the guile of a panther nearing a kill. The only sound I heard was my own breathing. The tension, pure sex, was palpable. Pam leant back on the table, holding herself away from it with the heel of her palms. Her stocking clad feet were at least two feet from the edge of the table and splayed on the thick carpet. I took her in fully. The stockings ending nearly half way up her thighs in a dark, lacy band which connected to the body with the thin straps of the suspenders. Black turned to navy as the silk and lace took over and held her figure in place, accentuating the form of her hips, holding in place the slight paunch of her viscera. Here the smooth silk plunged down between her hips, narrowed and lost itself in her crotch. I stared like a rabbit caught in headlights at the shiny blue gusset of the body where a two-inch band of silk swept between her legs. Her legs akimbo, the material had slipped over the well-lubricated outer lips of her vagina and embedded between those lips, outlining a deep groove in the material that was dark with wet. I ...
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