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WARNING _ THIS IS A LONG ONE (ha ha)
At last.
Finally the jury service had finished. Case closed, the guy never did anything wrong, as far as we could see.
It hadn't been a bad couple of weeks, to be honest. We had a good bunch on our panel, all with a sense of humour. Seven women, and five men, including myself.
We had been sent out after giving our verdict, and were pretty much just waiting to be told what to do next and, as there was a canteen, made use of our time by drinking coffee and talking shit.
As happens with these sort of groups, people drift off into their own little circles. The other guys were talking about football or whatever (not interested), so I sat down at the table, to listen to what the women were chatting about.
Nice bunch of lasses, none under 45 I'd say (not that I was going to ask!), and all at the point in a woman's life where their husband is to busy (or simply not interested) to satisfy their needs.
There was one, Tracy, I think. Must have been fifty. Said she'd had five k**s. She looked great, I mean yeah, things were heading south, but I kinda like that. Just sitting there idly imagining the stretch marks that must have been easily visible on her body, and the fact that she obviously had a push-up bra on. Very distracting.
Samantha looked a little older than that, maybe sixty, and quite frankly was a bit of an air-head, but had the cutest smile. As she sipped her coffee, her eyes seemed to sparkle somewhat as a joke was made (usually filthy) and then that little smile. Slim, short and a nice bum. Small pair of breasts, but I wouldn't have minded my lips on them.
Maureen was telling the others something about how long it had been. Her husband had left three or four years ago I think she had said. Not too surprising, to be fair, she was rather large, and I know a lot of men don't like that. She did come across as a little, I don't know, sad?
She worked in a bookshop, and had always been willing to talk to me, but I just found her a little boring. Most of my attention, I'll admit, was focused on Tracy, who worked security for some office firm or something. Imagining her in a little uniform was not helping me sit comfortably.
THey were laughing about some young lad that one of them had picked up in a club not so long ago. Apparently, the lad came over as all cocksure, but when Samantha had offered to take him home, and told him that her husband would want to watch, he bolted. I was curious, and had been accepted as the cheeky lad, so I spoke up.
"You into that kind of thing then?" I said, and immediately regretted it as I was greeted with a roll of laughter. I must have gone red, because Sam smiled that smile and told me that yes, in her youth, her and her husband had been quite adventrous. Then cracked up laughing, and admitted that no, she'd only ever been with him and they weren't into anything as outrageous as that.
Maureen piped up. "We had something like that happen in the bookshop once" she began, and everyone turned to her, mouths open. This was quite unexpected, as her tales from her working life had not before gone past what the other women working there had for their lunches, or things equally as dull.
"We caught a young couple bonking in the travel section in the shop." Bonking? Jesus, this woman must have learnt her bedroom vocabulary from shitty eighties sitcoms. She went on "it's right at the back, and apparently they just couldn't wait to get home." Cue tremendous laughter from the rest of us. "I don't see what's so sexy about a bookshop" she said, "not exactly a romantic place is it? When they had got their clothes on, we asked them why, and apparently it was some kind of sexy dare that they wanted to do it where they could get caught. I'd die if I ever got seen."
"You'd never get seen" said Samantha, "because you'd never do that - it's not exactly you, is it?" "No" replied Maureen, a little red in the face, but smiling.
This was weird. So, me being me, came up with a great question. I tend to speak without thinking. My brain ignores the part of it that might say 'that's not appropriate to say' quite often.
"So where" I asked the room in general, "is the weirdest place you've done it?" Sam immediately spoke up. "Top deck of the number 52!" she squealed, and laughed into her coffee. "Back of a police car" was Tracy's input. One of the guys said he'd done it in a field. Then, apparently, it was my turn.
"Well," I began, "I once had fun with a friend's mother while he was asleep in the next room..."
This received gasps from the girls, and questions soon came my way. 'How old were you', 'how old was she' etc. After replying that I was 17, and that she had been almost forty at the time, I got up (carefully, this was doing nothing to get rid of the tent in my trousers) to get another drink. A few wolf-whistles followed me.
As I sat down with my tea, a voice came over the tannoy. The officals running the place needed to see some of us. Something about paperwork. The rest of us could go for the day. Groans and happy sighs alike, people got up to leave the tables, leaving me, Sam (great), Tracy (even better) and Maureen nursing our still-hot drinks.
As we chatted, we pulled our chairs all around one table, and the conversation hushed a little. I excused myself to go to the toilets.
As I stood at the urinal, I thought to myself that it was a shame we would be leaving here today. I enjoyed chatting with the girls, and quite honestly, would have enjoyed fucking a few of them too. This got me hard again. I like wanking in different places, so why not here?
I stepped into a stall, took down my trousers and boxers and sat down. My cock already had a little pre-cum on it, so I ran my finger around the tip. Ahh, that felt good. I imagined Tracy there, her tits in front of me as I slowly began stroking my dick. I thought about Sam too, that little smile, as she opened her mouth to take my cock in my thoughts. Pretty soon, I was on the verge of cumming, and the thought of the two girls in my mind, I shot a load into the toilet bowl.
Having cleaned up, and feeling very satisfied, I returned to the table to fins only Maureen there. As it turned out, they would need us tomorrow after all, and she had stopped behind to let me know. Sam and Tracy had to leave to get trains, and buses, but she did not live far away, and would walk.
"I didn't want you to get into trouble" she smiled, "I didn't have your number to send you a text, and if you hadn't have come in tomorrow, you could be fined, I think". "That's really nice of you" I said, "Thanks very much-" "it's no problem at all" she said, as she shifted in her seat.
"So whatever happened to your mate's mum?" she asked, almost making me drop my tea.
"Well" I began, "It's a long story, and I don't want to embarrass you-" (thanks brain, talking without thinking again)...
"No, I want to know. Is it something you did often?" she asked me. As I sat there, for once wondering what to say, I glanced down. Either I was going nuts, or there was a woman sitting in front of me, in a fairly long denim skirt, with her legs pretty much wide open.
"I, er, a couple of times" I managed, not being able to take my eyes away from her chair. I could just see the top of her inner thigh. A little cellulite, and one or two stretch marks aside, very nice indeed, I thought. It's weird, the things that turn me on sometimes, and the suggestion that my mind was making to me here... But this woman was bloody boring. She was so...normal. I'd got this wrong. 'Fuck, lad look at her face before you get rumbled' I thought to myself. 'Right, listen to what she's saying'.
"I bet she taught you a couple of things, eh?" Maureen said with a smile, and took a sip of coffee. "Never mind that" she mused, "I bet she was just glad to have a young lad down there!"
I didn't know what the fuck to do here.
I smiled and tried to change the subject a couple of times, and Maureen stood up. I assumed she was leaving but she motioned toward the canteen area. "Another drink?" she asked, and I shook my head. She walked off toward the counter. 'Right, this is what you do' I said to myself, 'shift chairs so that when she sits, you have a better view'. I am a disgusting little perv at times, but hey, she was continuing the conversation, and getting herself another hot drink. She wanted to be here for a little while yet.
I repositioned my chair to be more central to her, and idly picked up a paper. As Maureen sat back down, her tits wobbled a little. I'd not really noticed them before, what with Sam and Tracy to distract me, but they were a bloody good size, and looked quite inviting under the woolen sweater she had on. Inevitably, my eyes drifted down, just for a second, and I honestly thought my heart would stop. Open again, I could see the tops of her thighs pushed together slightly, and a suggestion of white lace.
As Maureen stirred her drink, and picked up her phone to check something on it, I slumped ever so slightly in my chair, and saw that yes, white lace panties and what looked like a darker patch. Either dark hair, or a slight dampness. Either way was fine by me.
"So what time is your, ah, bus?" she asked me. My head jolted up, so much so that some of my tea splashed out onto my jeans. "Ah, fuck, erm, every hour or so" I said distractedly, mopping at my crotch with the newspaper. "it's ten past" she said, completely ignoring my accident. "You're not going to stay here for nearly another hour, are you?"
"Well, I might as well" I said, having blotted up most of the tea from my jeans. Good job it wasn't too hot at that point. What a dickhead. "I don't mind sitting here" I continued, "it's okay."
She shifted again in her seat, exposing more of those wonderful thighs to me. I looked up at her and saw her smile. "Do I compare to her?" she asked me. "What? Er, w-who?" I stammered. "The woman you were telling me about" she purred. "Do I look like her?"
"Ah, I, yeah, you do a bit" I managed. What the fuck. Mrs. Boring had suddenly changed. Like a fucking superhero or something. By day, a boring twee bookshop assistant. But when she is needed, she becomes 'fuckabook' ready to embarrass the fuck out of you!
"Look. I'm just going to come out with it." Maureen began, not at all shyly. "It's been years since I left Fred, and I just need someone at the moment."
"I-I thought he left you?"
"No, he had problems. With his plumbing. I just couldn't handle it. It made me feel so unwanted. I need to feel wanted."
This was a bit of a revelation for her I think, as she looked into my eyes at this point. All shyness and naivety apprently gone.
"You want me. Don't you?" She asked.
Right. Fuck me in the ass. What do I say to that? "Yeah." Fucking lame. Try again twat.
"Yes" I said with a little more conviction. "Shall I come back to yours-" "No" she interrupts, "I have k**s still at home". "We'll have to find somewhere else."
The tannoy interrupts with it's loud bloody beeping to tell us that the jury area will be closing in five minutes. As I look up, I notice that, fuck me, we're the only two left here.
"It was me, you know" Maureen says. "Huh? What?" I reply. "In the bookshop. Bonking. But it was in the toilets, with a customer, not in the shop itself." With that, she gets up, taking her handbag with her, and walks off, adjusting her skirt, toward the ladies' toilets.
Yep, I have no qualms about fucking this woman here. I follow, not too quickly, and duck into the ladies' after checking again that we are indeed alone in here.]
As i walked in, I saw her and she beckoned me through the door. "Ah-" I started but couldn't continue as Maureen kissed me hungrily, her tongue probing my mouth and her hands up and down my chest and arse. She pushed in to the wall, not hard but firmly, then laughed at the hand dryer whirring away that I had steadied myself against.
"Come on" she said, leading me by the hand to the middle of the room. Now, I've been in a few toilets like these before, tiled walls, expensive fitting, and a huge, huge room. Still kissing me, she undid her bra, and pulled it from under her sweater. Throwing it onto one of the sinks, she began to unbutton my jeans. Well, I wasn't going to let her control everything.
I slipped my hands up her top to encounter two of the softest, roundest boobs that I've had the pleasure of. Large, erect nipples were easy to find, and by all accounts liked to be pinched.
She let out a moan, almost a gasp and kissed me again, pausing only to pull her sweater over her head. She pushed my head into her tits, and I sucked on those fantastic nipples. "Oh, it's been so long" she gasped, and then "bite them!" I'm a gentleman, and always does what a lady wants. The noises she mad as i chewed gently on her erect nipples sounded somewhere between pain and ecstasy.
Pulling herself away, she unbuttoned her skirt and stood there in front of me in her heels and panties. Her belly just covered the top of them, and the mirros behind her gave me a great view of her arse. She stepped forward, lifting my shirt over my head in one deft move. This woman clearly knew what she wanted, and she stooped down to pull my jeans to the floor. As I stepped out of them, awkwardly, she released my cock from my boxers. Raging hard, and covered again in pre-cum, she gazed at it hungrily.
I let out a moan as she took the tip of my cock into her warm, inviting mouth. She playfully licked and nibbled, as more and more of my cock slowly entered her. About halfway down, she began sucking and I honestly thought I was going to blow there and then, as I squeezed her boobs. Gently resting my left hand on the back of her head I rocked slowly back and forth as this woman, this boring, dull woman, gladly found herself being gradually pushed onto the rest of my shaft.
After a few moments, I pulled her away. "I can't stand that" I said, and she smiled. "That's the idea" she winked and took all of my cock in one go into her throat. "Ahh, oh" I moaned and began thrusting at her. She held onto my legs for support and I felt my balls slapping hard on her chin with each thrust. Before long, I felt spunk rising.
"Ah, I'm gonna-" I began but she made a muffled kind of giggle sound and pushed herself even deeper onto me.
I came. Hard. She let a little dribble out, but swallowed most of my load right down. After a stopped twitching, she withdrew, with the dirtiest smile I have ever seen. This woman had taken all of me in her mouth, and had seemed like she'd wanted more. She'd get it.
"Get on the sink" I panted, and she complied. Thid was a classy bathroom, with large spaces between marble sinks, I guess where women place their bags while washing up. Or their arses, apparently. I pulled down her large white panties, which by now were soaked, and found myself greeted by a small, neat dark bush.
"Show me what you got" she panted, and threw her head back, resting it on the mirror. I parted her lips gently and began to dart my tongue around her labia and clit. She moaned with pleasure as i nibbled, licked and kissed her. When I entered her with my tongue, she quivered. "Ooh, yes, that's it" she moaned as I reached up with my hand to play with her asshole. Just the tip of my little finger at first, but she pushed at me, so I went in a little further.
Noisily and hungrily, I ate Maureen and fingered her arse. Before long she was grinding herself against me, close to cumming.
I withdrew, and she looked at me with a wicked smile. Hopping down, lightly for a big lass, she turned and bent over the sink. Grinning at me through the mirror, she turned on the cold tap. The torrent splashed up onto the mirror, and she began to squeeze her nipples hard, letting the freezing water cascade over her breats. That was enough for me.
I stepped up, and easily inserted myself into her warm, sweet pussy. She pushed back immediately and I began slowly thrusting, in and out, like a metronome. Getting faster and then slowing down a little, the look on her face was priceless. Looking down at my thick cock working away, I thought again for a second how wrong I had read this woman.
I withdrew for a moment. only to wipe the juices from my cock onto her arsehole.
"Oh yes, put it in me" she gasped. 'Yep, no problem there, love', I thought and slowly but firmly, my cock entered her again, this time up the ass.
I gently began thrusting and she closed her eyes. As I looked at the mirror, I thought she was going to pull her nipples off! She stretched her boobs and maoned as I sped up the pounding I was giving her. Moving my hand down to her pussy, She began to buck like an unbroken horse as she let out gasp after gasp.
"Oh, fuck, yes" she repeated and forced her rear hard onto me.
"Ooooh!" she squealed and I felt my hand become very wet as this amazing woman had orgasm after orgasm. I counted four, I'm sure. She didn't stop mashing herself against me through all this, and I felt the familiar feeling once again, unmistakably I was about to cum. And It felt like it would be a torrent.
"Where do you want this?" I growled, and in answer she simply pushed harder back onto me, all the while pulling hard on those amazing tits. I leaned back, gave that round, pale arse a good smack and began my final strokes.
As I came into her arse, letting out a guttral growl, she came again, pounding against me, her hand deep inside her pussy. I struggled to hold on, but my cock came out of her. My spunk quickly dribbled down her thighs, as she scooped it up woth her hand, rubbing it on her nipples.
Both breathing hard, we stepped away from the sinks.
Maureen soaped up her hands, washed, then soaped up again. Wrapping my cock in her wet, slippery fingers, she began working it again, cleaning every bit of my long cock.
This was amazing, I couldn't believe it. I brushed the hair away from her eyes, as she worked up and down my shaft. She was clearly enjoying the clean-up job, as she rinsed her hands and got some paper to dry me off. That done, she once again sucked just the very tip of me.
I looked down, and noticed the puddle forming beneath her. "Ah, you want some help cleaning that up?" I asked. As a reply, she moved her hand to her pussy, and raised it to my mouth. I sucked at her fingers, once again tasting that sweet pussy.
She stood again, and it was my turn. I dropped to my knees, and began to give her a good clean down there. It's only fair, right? The mixture of my cum and her juices soon made me hard again (I know - I never thought I had it in me) and I began stroking my dick. She pulled me to my feet, stepped back, and motioned for me to continue.
I wanked my cock in front of her as she got dressed. Pulling on her soaking panties, up to her soaking pussy and still-leaking arse. Her skirt next, buttoning it with a shaky hand. Her bra stuffed tinto her bag, and the sweater pulled over those great boobs, nipples clearly still very aroused, almost poking through the material.
I stood and wanked before this woman getting dressed, and I swear it might have been the best feeling I had ever had. Up until, of course, she took a step tward me and told me to cum on her.
"I just want it on me" she said, "Cum on me." She began to repeat this like a mantra; "cum on me, come on all over me", which only sped up proceedings. As I locked my knees and leaned back with cock in hand, her eyes grew wider and she smiled.
"Arrgh" I moaned as a jet of hot spunk hit her chest, then another on the side of her skirt. She rubbed at the two sites, moaning gently. "Good boy" she said. "Now lets' get you dressed, and get out of here."
It took me a minute, I was shaking, but finally I was dressed again. We opened the toilet door to a darkened room, and made our way gingerly down the stairs. Through the foyer door, the only souls around were the two security guards at the front of the building.
Raised eyebrows and a smile gave away their thoughts. But fuck it. They can't prove it, can they? Not in a court of law, anyway.
I never saw Maureen after that day. I think about her often, mostly her nipples to be honest.
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At last.
Finally the jury service had finished. Case closed, the guy never did anything wrong, as far as we could see.
It hadn't been a bad couple of weeks, to be honest. We had a good bunch on our panel, all with a sense of humour. Seven women, and five men, including myself.
We had been sent out after giving our verdict, and were pretty much just waiting to be told what to do next and, as there was a canteen, made use of our time by drinking coffee and talking shit.
As happens with these sort of groups, people drift off into their own little circles. The other guys were talking about football or whatever (not interested), so I sat down at the table, to listen to what the women were chatting about.
Nice bunch of lasses, none under 45 I'd say (not that I was going to ask!), and all at the point in a woman's life where their husband is to busy (or simply not interested) to satisfy their needs.
There was one, Tracy, I think. Must have been fifty. Said she'd had five k**s. She looked great, I mean yeah, things were heading south, but I kinda like that. Just sitting there idly imagining the stretch marks that must have been easily visible on her body, and the fact that she obviously had a push-up bra on. Very distracting.
Samantha looked a little older than that, maybe sixty, and quite frankly was a bit of an air-head, but had the cutest smile. As she sipped her coffee, her eyes seemed to sparkle somewhat as a joke was made (usually filthy) and then that little smile. Slim, short and a nice bum. Small pair of breasts, but I wouldn't have minded my lips on them.
Maureen was telling the others something about how long it had been. Her husband had left three or four years ago I think she had said. Not too surprising, to be fair, she was rather large, and I know a lot of men don't like that. She did come across as a little, I don't know, sad?
She worked in a bookshop, and had always been willing to talk to me, but I just found her a little boring. Most of my attention, I'll admit, was focused on Tracy, who worked security for some office firm or something. Imagining her in a little uniform was not helping me sit comfortably.
THey were laughing about some young lad that one of them had picked up in a club not so long ago. Apparently, the lad came over as all cocksure, but when Samantha had offered to take him home, and told him that her husband would want to watch, he bolted. I was curious, and had been accepted as the cheeky lad, so I spoke up.
"You into that kind of thing then?" I said, and immediately regretted it as I was greeted with a roll of laughter. I must have gone red, because Sam smiled that smile and told me that yes, in her youth, her and her husband had been quite adventrous. Then cracked up laughing, and admitted that no, she'd only ever been with him and they weren't into anything as outrageous as that.
Maureen piped up. "We had something like that happen in the bookshop once" she began, and everyone turned to her, mouths open. This was quite unexpected, as her tales from her working life had not before gone past what the other women working there had for their lunches, or things equally as dull.
"We caught a young couple bonking in the travel section in the shop." Bonking? Jesus, this woman must have learnt her bedroom vocabulary from shitty eighties sitcoms. She went on "it's right at the back, and apparently they just couldn't wait to get home." Cue tremendous laughter from the rest of us. "I don't see what's so sexy about a bookshop" she said, "not exactly a romantic place is it? When they had got their clothes on, we asked them why, and apparently it was some kind of sexy dare that they wanted to do it where they could get caught. I'd die if I ever got seen."
"You'd never get seen" said Samantha, "because you'd never do that - it's not exactly you, is it?" "No" replied Maureen, a little red in the face, but smiling.
This was weird. So, me being me, came up with a great question. I tend to speak without thinking. My brain ignores the part of it that might say 'that's not appropriate to say' quite often.
"So where" I asked the room in general, "is the weirdest place you've done it?" Sam immediately spoke up. "Top deck of the number 52!" she squealed, and laughed into her coffee. "Back of a police car" was Tracy's input. One of the guys said he'd done it in a field. Then, apparently, it was my turn.
"Well," I began, "I once had fun with a friend's mother while he was asleep in the next room..."
This received gasps from the girls, and questions soon came my way. 'How old were you', 'how old was she' etc. After replying that I was 17, and that she had been almost forty at the time, I got up (carefully, this was doing nothing to get rid of the tent in my trousers) to get another drink. A few wolf-whistles followed me.
As I sat down with my tea, a voice came over the tannoy. The officals running the place needed to see some of us. Something about paperwork. The rest of us could go for the day. Groans and happy sighs alike, people got up to leave the tables, leaving me, Sam (great), Tracy (even better) and Maureen nursing our still-hot drinks.
As we chatted, we pulled our chairs all around one table, and the conversation hushed a little. I excused myself to go to the toilets.
As I stood at the urinal, I thought to myself that it was a shame we would be leaving here today. I enjoyed chatting with the girls, and quite honestly, would have enjoyed fucking a few of them too. This got me hard again. I like wanking in different places, so why not here?
I stepped into a stall, took down my trousers and boxers and sat down. My cock already had a little pre-cum on it, so I ran my finger around the tip. Ahh, that felt good. I imagined Tracy there, her tits in front of me as I slowly began stroking my dick. I thought about Sam too, that little smile, as she opened her mouth to take my cock in my thoughts. Pretty soon, I was on the verge of cumming, and the thought of the two girls in my mind, I shot a load into the toilet bowl.
Having cleaned up, and feeling very satisfied, I returned to the table to fins only Maureen there. As it turned out, they would need us tomorrow after all, and she had stopped behind to let me know. Sam and Tracy had to leave to get trains, and buses, but she did not live far away, and would walk.
"I didn't want you to get into trouble" she smiled, "I didn't have your number to send you a text, and if you hadn't have come in tomorrow, you could be fined, I think". "That's really nice of you" I said, "Thanks very much-" "it's no problem at all" she said, as she shifted in her seat.
"So whatever happened to your mate's mum?" she asked, almost making me drop my tea.
"Well" I began, "It's a long story, and I don't want to embarrass you-" (thanks brain, talking without thinking again)...
"No, I want to know. Is it something you did often?" she asked me. As I sat there, for once wondering what to say, I glanced down. Either I was going nuts, or there was a woman sitting in front of me, in a fairly long denim skirt, with her legs pretty much wide open.
"I, er, a couple of times" I managed, not being able to take my eyes away from her chair. I could just see the top of her inner thigh. A little cellulite, and one or two stretch marks aside, very nice indeed, I thought. It's weird, the things that turn me on sometimes, and the suggestion that my mind was making to me here... But this woman was bloody boring. She was so...normal. I'd got this wrong. 'Fuck, lad look at her face before you get rumbled' I thought to myself. 'Right, listen to what she's saying'.
"I bet she taught you a couple of things, eh?" Maureen said with a smile, and took a sip of coffee. "Never mind that" she mused, "I bet she was just glad to have a young lad down there!"
I didn't know what the fuck to do here.
I smiled and tried to change the subject a couple of times, and Maureen stood up. I assumed she was leaving but she motioned toward the canteen area. "Another drink?" she asked, and I shook my head. She walked off toward the counter. 'Right, this is what you do' I said to myself, 'shift chairs so that when she sits, you have a better view'. I am a disgusting little perv at times, but hey, she was continuing the conversation, and getting herself another hot drink. She wanted to be here for a little while yet.
I repositioned my chair to be more central to her, and idly picked up a paper. As Maureen sat back down, her tits wobbled a little. I'd not really noticed them before, what with Sam and Tracy to distract me, but they were a bloody good size, and looked quite inviting under the woolen sweater she had on. Inevitably, my eyes drifted down, just for a second, and I honestly thought my heart would stop. Open again, I could see the tops of her thighs pushed together slightly, and a suggestion of white lace.
As Maureen stirred her drink, and picked up her phone to check something on it, I slumped ever so slightly in my chair, and saw that yes, white lace panties and what looked like a darker patch. Either dark hair, or a slight dampness. Either way was fine by me.
"So what time is your, ah, bus?" she asked me. My head jolted up, so much so that some of my tea splashed out onto my jeans. "Ah, fuck, erm, every hour or so" I said distractedly, mopping at my crotch with the newspaper. "it's ten past" she said, completely ignoring my accident. "You're not going to stay here for nearly another hour, are you?"
"Well, I might as well" I said, having blotted up most of the tea from my jeans. Good job it wasn't too hot at that point. What a dickhead. "I don't mind sitting here" I continued, "it's okay."
She shifted again in her seat, exposing more of those wonderful thighs to me. I looked up at her and saw her smile. "Do I compare to her?" she asked me. "What? Er, w-who?" I stammered. "The woman you were telling me about" she purred. "Do I look like her?"
"Ah, I, yeah, you do a bit" I managed. What the fuck. Mrs. Boring had suddenly changed. Like a fucking superhero or something. By day, a boring twee bookshop assistant. But when she is needed, she becomes 'fuckabook' ready to embarrass the fuck out of you!
"Look. I'm just going to come out with it." Maureen began, not at all shyly. "It's been years since I left Fred, and I just need someone at the moment."
"I-I thought he left you?"
"No, he had problems. With his plumbing. I just couldn't handle it. It made me feel so unwanted. I need to feel wanted."
This was a bit of a revelation for her I think, as she looked into my eyes at this point. All shyness and naivety apprently gone.
"You want me. Don't you?" She asked.
Right. Fuck me in the ass. What do I say to that? "Yeah." Fucking lame. Try again twat.
"Yes" I said with a little more conviction. "Shall I come back to yours-" "No" she interrupts, "I have k**s still at home". "We'll have to find somewhere else."
The tannoy interrupts with it's loud bloody beeping to tell us that the jury area will be closing in five minutes. As I look up, I notice that, fuck me, we're the only two left here.
"It was me, you know" Maureen says. "Huh? What?" I reply. "In the bookshop. Bonking. But it was in the toilets, with a customer, not in the shop itself." With that, she gets up, taking her handbag with her, and walks off, adjusting her skirt, toward the ladies' toilets.
Yep, I have no qualms about fucking this woman here. I follow, not too quickly, and duck into the ladies' after checking again that we are indeed alone in here.]
As i walked in, I saw her and she beckoned me through the door. "Ah-" I started but couldn't continue as Maureen kissed me hungrily, her tongue probing my mouth and her hands up and down my chest and arse. She pushed in to the wall, not hard but firmly, then laughed at the hand dryer whirring away that I had steadied myself against.
"Come on" she said, leading me by the hand to the middle of the room. Now, I've been in a few toilets like these before, tiled walls, expensive fitting, and a huge, huge room. Still kissing me, she undid her bra, and pulled it from under her sweater. Throwing it onto one of the sinks, she began to unbutton my jeans. Well, I wasn't going to let her control everything.
I slipped my hands up her top to encounter two of the softest, roundest boobs that I've had the pleasure of. Large, erect nipples were easy to find, and by all accounts liked to be pinched.
She let out a moan, almost a gasp and kissed me again, pausing only to pull her sweater over her head. She pushed my head into her tits, and I sucked on those fantastic nipples. "Oh, it's been so long" she gasped, and then "bite them!" I'm a gentleman, and always does what a lady wants. The noises she mad as i chewed gently on her erect nipples sounded somewhere between pain and ecstasy.
Pulling herself away, she unbuttoned her skirt and stood there in front of me in her heels and panties. Her belly just covered the top of them, and the mirros behind her gave me a great view of her arse. She stepped forward, lifting my shirt over my head in one deft move. This woman clearly knew what she wanted, and she stooped down to pull my jeans to the floor. As I stepped out of them, awkwardly, she released my cock from my boxers. Raging hard, and covered again in pre-cum, she gazed at it hungrily.
I let out a moan as she took the tip of my cock into her warm, inviting mouth. She playfully licked and nibbled, as more and more of my cock slowly entered her. About halfway down, she began sucking and I honestly thought I was going to blow there and then, as I squeezed her boobs. Gently resting my left hand on the back of her head I rocked slowly back and forth as this woman, this boring, dull woman, gladly found herself being gradually pushed onto the rest of my shaft.
After a few moments, I pulled her away. "I can't stand that" I said, and she smiled. "That's the idea" she winked and took all of my cock in one go into her throat. "Ahh, oh" I moaned and began thrusting at her. She held onto my legs for support and I felt my balls slapping hard on her chin with each thrust. Before long, I felt spunk rising.
"Ah, I'm gonna-" I began but she made a muffled kind of giggle sound and pushed herself even deeper onto me.
I came. Hard. She let a little dribble out, but swallowed most of my load right down. After a stopped twitching, she withdrew, with the dirtiest smile I have ever seen. This woman had taken all of me in her mouth, and had seemed like she'd wanted more. She'd get it.
"Get on the sink" I panted, and she complied. Thid was a classy bathroom, with large spaces between marble sinks, I guess where women place their bags while washing up. Or their arses, apparently. I pulled down her large white panties, which by now were soaked, and found myself greeted by a small, neat dark bush.
"Show me what you got" she panted, and threw her head back, resting it on the mirror. I parted her lips gently and began to dart my tongue around her labia and clit. She moaned with pleasure as i nibbled, licked and kissed her. When I entered her with my tongue, she quivered. "Ooh, yes, that's it" she moaned as I reached up with my hand to play with her asshole. Just the tip of my little finger at first, but she pushed at me, so I went in a little further.
Noisily and hungrily, I ate Maureen and fingered her arse. Before long she was grinding herself against me, close to cumming.
I withdrew, and she looked at me with a wicked smile. Hopping down, lightly for a big lass, she turned and bent over the sink. Grinning at me through the mirror, she turned on the cold tap. The torrent splashed up onto the mirror, and she began to squeeze her nipples hard, letting the freezing water cascade over her breats. That was enough for me.
I stepped up, and easily inserted myself into her warm, sweet pussy. She pushed back immediately and I began slowly thrusting, in and out, like a metronome. Getting faster and then slowing down a little, the look on her face was priceless. Looking down at my thick cock working away, I thought again for a second how wrong I had read this woman.
I withdrew for a moment. only to wipe the juices from my cock onto her arsehole.
"Oh yes, put it in me" she gasped. 'Yep, no problem there, love', I thought and slowly but firmly, my cock entered her again, this time up the ass.
I gently began thrusting and she closed her eyes. As I looked at the mirror, I thought she was going to pull her nipples off! She stretched her boobs and maoned as I sped up the pounding I was giving her. Moving my hand down to her pussy, She began to buck like an unbroken horse as she let out gasp after gasp.
"Oh, fuck, yes" she repeated and forced her rear hard onto me.
"Ooooh!" she squealed and I felt my hand become very wet as this amazing woman had orgasm after orgasm. I counted four, I'm sure. She didn't stop mashing herself against me through all this, and I felt the familiar feeling once again, unmistakably I was about to cum. And It felt like it would be a torrent.
"Where do you want this?" I growled, and in answer she simply pushed harder back onto me, all the while pulling hard on those amazing tits. I leaned back, gave that round, pale arse a good smack and began my final strokes.
As I came into her arse, letting out a guttral growl, she came again, pounding against me, her hand deep inside her pussy. I struggled to hold on, but my cock came out of her. My spunk quickly dribbled down her thighs, as she scooped it up woth her hand, rubbing it on her nipples.
Both breathing hard, we stepped away from the sinks.
Maureen soaped up her hands, washed, then soaped up again. Wrapping my cock in her wet, slippery fingers, she began working it again, cleaning every bit of my long cock.
This was amazing, I couldn't believe it. I brushed the hair away from her eyes, as she worked up and down my shaft. She was clearly enjoying the clean-up job, as she rinsed her hands and got some paper to dry me off. That done, she once again sucked just the very tip of me.
I looked down, and noticed the puddle forming beneath her. "Ah, you want some help cleaning that up?" I asked. As a reply, she moved her hand to her pussy, and raised it to my mouth. I sucked at her fingers, once again tasting that sweet pussy.
She stood again, and it was my turn. I dropped to my knees, and began to give her a good clean down there. It's only fair, right? The mixture of my cum and her juices soon made me hard again (I know - I never thought I had it in me) and I began stroking my dick. She pulled me to my feet, stepped back, and motioned for me to continue.
I wanked my cock in front of her as she got dressed. Pulling on her soaking panties, up to her soaking pussy and still-leaking arse. Her skirt next, buttoning it with a shaky hand. Her bra stuffed tinto her bag, and the sweater pulled over those great boobs, nipples clearly still very aroused, almost poking through the material.
I stood and wanked before this woman getting dressed, and I swear it might have been the best feeling I had ever had. Up until, of course, she took a step tward me and told me to cum on her.
"I just want it on me" she said, "Cum on me." She began to repeat this like a mantra; "cum on me, come on all over me", which only sped up proceedings. As I locked my knees and leaned back with cock in hand, her eyes grew wider and she smiled.
"Arrgh" I moaned as a jet of hot spunk hit her chest, then another on the side of her skirt. She rubbed at the two sites, moaning gently. "Good boy" she said. "Now lets' get you dressed, and get out of here."
It took me a minute, I was shaking, but finally I was dressed again. We opened the toilet door to a darkened room, and made our way gingerly down the stairs. Through the foyer door, the only souls around were the two security guards at the front of the building.
Raised eyebrows and a smile gave away their thoughts. But fuck it. They can't prove it, can they? Not in a court of law, anyway.
I never saw Maureen after that day. I think about her often, mostly her nipples to be honest.
I hope you enjoyed that story. The usual disclaimer regarding similarities to persons and places applies.
Let me know if you liked this, my Xhamster.com username is jezbez.
Alma
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