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After my Wednesday night session with Ann, my mature next door neighbour who liked to dress me in her clothes for sex games, I was looking forward eagerly to our next “date” when her husband and son would be attending a football match in Edinburgh and absent for at least the five hours that the match plus travel time would entail.
Just before 1pm I rang the bell of Ann’s flat on the floor below mine. When she came to the door it was clear from her wry smile that she was as eager as me to continue our affair.
As before she led me straight into the bedroom where an ice-bucket and a bottle of Champagne awaited on the bedside table. “Pour us some wine dear” she said and I of course complied.
I was a little disappointed that she wasn’t wearing the sexy leather mini that she had worn last time I was here but the deep bottle-green dress she was wearing and which hugged her generous curvy figure so closely, was no less arousing. To say it was bottle green is doing it a disservice rather it was a glossy dark green. The sort of deep gloss you see on a blue-bottle if that makes any sense to you.
Her legs were encased in sheer nylon a lighter shade of green but still dark, and on her feet she had green patent leather stilettos. This woman knew how to dress.
She also knew how to undress – me.
I removed the cork from the Champagne bottle and poured us each a glass with which to toast each other and that done Ann looked me straight in the eye and said “strip”.
As I obeyed her she ran her eyes up and down my body, pausing to enjoy the sight of my cock on the way, as it slowly uncoiled and hardened.
When I was finally naked in front of her she said “I think I want to see you in something tarty today” and moved towards the wardrobe where she removed a boned black corset which looked to me to have an impossibly narrow waist. “Turn around” she said, and proceeded to wrap the corset around my middle and tighten up the laces. It was certainly tight, particularly round the middle but looking at myself in the mirror as she strained to pull the laces ever tighter I did rather like the shape she was making – a real hour-glass figure. Not only that but the top of the corset was shaped so as to fit under a pair of breasts and even though I didn’t have breasts – not even the “man breasts” I have these days – what flesh there was on my upper torso had been forced up and out and frankly I now had a pair of small but well defined boobs. I liked that.
It looked good and it felt good. Having squeezed me into this corset Ann put her arms around me and teased my little boobs and my hard little nipples in a most enjoyable way before taking a wine-red bra (with black frilly decorations) from the dressing table drawer and putting this on me. The bra was lined with a soft silky material which felt wonderful on my nipples.
Ordering me to turn round and face her Ann fitted a pair of black lace-top hold-up stockings on my legs. As she did this, her face was level with my cock which by now was, as you can imagine, massively erect.
She blew gently on my purple knob then cupped my balls in her hand and began to massage them. “You have such an exciting cock” she said “it’s a long time since John (her husband) got as hard as this when we had sex. Actually I’m not sure he ever got as hard as this. Pour us some more Champagne.”
Walking back to the bedside table I did as she asked and we again toasted each other. With a smile, a very sexy and wicked one, Ann gulped a mouthful of the cold Champagne then dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed my cock, and shoved it into her mouth which was still full of Champagne. If you have never had the experience of having your hot throbbing cock enveloped by a mouthful of fizzing ice-cold Champagne then you simply haven’t lived. It was, and still is because I have never tired of the sensation, totally mind blowing.
That wasn’t the only thing that blew – I did. The cold Champagne was immediately joined by warm spunk and I blasted into Ann’s mouth. The pleasure waves travelled through by balls and down my thighs and my arse-hole tingled. You know the feeling I’m sure. Gosh – it was bloody good.
Ann swallowed and laughing said “my favourite cock [pause] tail – champers and spunk. So, how was it for you?” I told her about the shock waves and the warm pleasure that I’d felt which seemed to delight her even more.
Despite the awesome orgasm I was still hard. Ann said “I’m not sure I can be bothered dressing you up today just to undress you. What would you like to do?”
“I’d like you to undress for me,” I replied “I’ve not seen much of you so far”.
“Sound good to me, you lie on the bed and I’ll strip for you.”
I lay on top of the marital bed wearing the hold-up stockings and the tight corset, which wasn’t very comfortable by now, but I removed the bra so that I could caress my nipples and breasts with one hand and stroke my cock with the other.
Slowly, humming the tune “the stripper”, Ann removed her clothes. Remember I had never seen her naked and until she sucked my cock the only sexual contact we had enjoyed was her wanking me off – not that I was complaining she was brilliant at that as I explained in previous stories.
I’m not sure how old she would have been but I guess she was in her 40s which to a 17 or 18 year old sounded completely ancient. But I tell you now that woman had one of the most glorious bodies I have ever seen. OK, maybe I’m looking back through rose-coloured spectacles, but damn it – she was one very hot lady.
Under the sexy green dress Ann was wearing nothing apart from a white suspender/garter belt which held up the dark green stockings. Her breasts were mid-sized, heavy but firm with dark brown areola and big erect nipples so engorged with blood they looked ready to burst.
Her stomach was gently rounded, the swell travelling from just under her (glorious) breasts down to a dark, thick bush of curls atop a very big public mound. Finishing off my first view of Ann naked were a pair of very shapely legs made all the more alluring because of the stockings and the stilettos she was wearing.
“Turn around” I said, but Ann frowned and replied “No, not unless you ask nicely”. “Turn around please” I said, “Better but…”, “turn around pretty please darling” I begged and she did.
As she slowly rotated the sight of her arse in front of me was wonderful and she displayed herself in such a sexy seductive manner that I had to stop stroking myself as I didn’t want to come again just yet.
Facing me again Ann said “Do you like what you see” and at the same time she ran her hands down over her breasts, her belly and down between her legs where she started to pleasure herself. “Show me how much you like it” she said and I started stroking myself again.
“Does that make your cock feel good?”
“God yes”
“Does it make your thighs tingle?”
“Yes”
“Does it make your arse tingle?”
“Mmmmmmm, yes”
“Let me see you stroke your arse-hole”
I of course did as she asked. I would by that time have done anything she asked, anything at all.
I stroked my finger over my bum hole and moaned with pleasure.
“Moisten your finger with your juice” she commanded, so I did and rubbed my hole even harder.
“Put your finger inside” she said as she rubbed herself even harder. I couldn’t believe the pleasure I was giving myself as I stroked my cock with one hand and plunged a finger of my other hand deep into my arse whilst watching Ann rub her clit with one hand while sliding two or three fingers of her other hand into her pussy.
“Come now” shouted Ann, and I did.
God, it was amazing what this woman could do for me. I was totally in love with her and she knew that I would do whatever she asked of me.
More of that next time.
Just before 1pm I rang the bell of Ann’s flat on the floor below mine. When she came to the door it was clear from her wry smile that she was as eager as me to continue our affair.
As before she led me straight into the bedroom where an ice-bucket and a bottle of Champagne awaited on the bedside table. “Pour us some wine dear” she said and I of course complied.
I was a little disappointed that she wasn’t wearing the sexy leather mini that she had worn last time I was here but the deep bottle-green dress she was wearing and which hugged her generous curvy figure so closely, was no less arousing. To say it was bottle green is doing it a disservice rather it was a glossy dark green. The sort of deep gloss you see on a blue-bottle if that makes any sense to you.
Her legs were encased in sheer nylon a lighter shade of green but still dark, and on her feet she had green patent leather stilettos. This woman knew how to dress.
She also knew how to undress – me.
I removed the cork from the Champagne bottle and poured us each a glass with which to toast each other and that done Ann looked me straight in the eye and said “strip”.
As I obeyed her she ran her eyes up and down my body, pausing to enjoy the sight of my cock on the way, as it slowly uncoiled and hardened.
When I was finally naked in front of her she said “I think I want to see you in something tarty today” and moved towards the wardrobe where she removed a boned black corset which looked to me to have an impossibly narrow waist. “Turn around” she said, and proceeded to wrap the corset around my middle and tighten up the laces. It was certainly tight, particularly round the middle but looking at myself in the mirror as she strained to pull the laces ever tighter I did rather like the shape she was making – a real hour-glass figure. Not only that but the top of the corset was shaped so as to fit under a pair of breasts and even though I didn’t have breasts – not even the “man breasts” I have these days – what flesh there was on my upper torso had been forced up and out and frankly I now had a pair of small but well defined boobs. I liked that.
It looked good and it felt good. Having squeezed me into this corset Ann put her arms around me and teased my little boobs and my hard little nipples in a most enjoyable way before taking a wine-red bra (with black frilly decorations) from the dressing table drawer and putting this on me. The bra was lined with a soft silky material which felt wonderful on my nipples.
Ordering me to turn round and face her Ann fitted a pair of black lace-top hold-up stockings on my legs. As she did this, her face was level with my cock which by now was, as you can imagine, massively erect.
She blew gently on my purple knob then cupped my balls in her hand and began to massage them. “You have such an exciting cock” she said “it’s a long time since John (her husband) got as hard as this when we had sex. Actually I’m not sure he ever got as hard as this. Pour us some more Champagne.”
Walking back to the bedside table I did as she asked and we again toasted each other. With a smile, a very sexy and wicked one, Ann gulped a mouthful of the cold Champagne then dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed my cock, and shoved it into her mouth which was still full of Champagne. If you have never had the experience of having your hot throbbing cock enveloped by a mouthful of fizzing ice-cold Champagne then you simply haven’t lived. It was, and still is because I have never tired of the sensation, totally mind blowing.
That wasn’t the only thing that blew – I did. The cold Champagne was immediately joined by warm spunk and I blasted into Ann’s mouth. The pleasure waves travelled through by balls and down my thighs and my arse-hole tingled. You know the feeling I’m sure. Gosh – it was bloody good.
Ann swallowed and laughing said “my favourite cock [pause] tail – champers and spunk. So, how was it for you?” I told her about the shock waves and the warm pleasure that I’d felt which seemed to delight her even more.
Despite the awesome orgasm I was still hard. Ann said “I’m not sure I can be bothered dressing you up today just to undress you. What would you like to do?”
“I’d like you to undress for me,” I replied “I’ve not seen much of you so far”.
“Sound good to me, you lie on the bed and I’ll strip for you.”
I lay on top of the marital bed wearing the hold-up stockings and the tight corset, which wasn’t very comfortable by now, but I removed the bra so that I could caress my nipples and breasts with one hand and stroke my cock with the other.
Slowly, humming the tune “the stripper”, Ann removed her clothes. Remember I had never seen her naked and until she sucked my cock the only sexual contact we had enjoyed was her wanking me off – not that I was complaining she was brilliant at that as I explained in previous stories.
I’m not sure how old she would have been but I guess she was in her 40s which to a 17 or 18 year old sounded completely ancient. But I tell you now that woman had one of the most glorious bodies I have ever seen. OK, maybe I’m looking back through rose-coloured spectacles, but damn it – she was one very hot lady.
Under the sexy green dress Ann was wearing nothing apart from a white suspender/garter belt which held up the dark green stockings. Her breasts were mid-sized, heavy but firm with dark brown areola and big erect nipples so engorged with blood they looked ready to burst.
Her stomach was gently rounded, the swell travelling from just under her (glorious) breasts down to a dark, thick bush of curls atop a very big public mound. Finishing off my first view of Ann naked were a pair of very shapely legs made all the more alluring because of the stockings and the stilettos she was wearing.
“Turn around” I said, but Ann frowned and replied “No, not unless you ask nicely”. “Turn around please” I said, “Better but…”, “turn around pretty please darling” I begged and she did.
As she slowly rotated the sight of her arse in front of me was wonderful and she displayed herself in such a sexy seductive manner that I had to stop stroking myself as I didn’t want to come again just yet.
Facing me again Ann said “Do you like what you see” and at the same time she ran her hands down over her breasts, her belly and down between her legs where she started to pleasure herself. “Show me how much you like it” she said and I started stroking myself again.
“Does that make your cock feel good?”
“God yes”
“Does it make your thighs tingle?”
“Yes”
“Does it make your arse tingle?”
“Mmmmmmm, yes”
“Let me see you stroke your arse-hole”
I of course did as she asked. I would by that time have done anything she asked, anything at all.
I stroked my finger over my bum hole and moaned with pleasure.
“Moisten your finger with your juice” she commanded, so I did and rubbed my hole even harder.
“Put your finger inside” she said as she rubbed herself even harder. I couldn’t believe the pleasure I was giving myself as I stroked my cock with one hand and plunged a finger of my other hand deep into my arse whilst watching Ann rub her clit with one hand while sliding two or three fingers of her other hand into her pussy.
“Come now” shouted Ann, and I did.
God, it was amazing what this woman could do for me. I was totally in love with her and she knew that I would do whatever she asked of me.
More of that next time.
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