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I got to work, and looked at the schedule for the day. Aside from routine shipouts and taking inventory in, I was scheduled to go to a frequesnt customer's home to inspect and inventory a group of consignment items. I recognized the name, and also saw it would be quite a drive, as the house was located in a semi-rural area outside of the city.
I arrived at the address about 2:00 P.M., and drove up a long, tree-lined driveway to a large and meticulously kept home. I rang the bell, and was greeted by an absolutely stunning older woman. I presented a card, and introduced myself to her. She replied that she was Thea Vonkraft, the owner of the consignment. She graciously invited me into the den, where she had a large pitcher of lemonade. WE sat and chatted for quite some time about who we were, and about antiques - which I really knew very little about. She informed me she was a retired art professor at a local college, widowed for the past eleven years, and had no c***dren. As she spoke, I realized I knew her late husband to have been a business and civic leader in the city. She told me she was considering downsizing her home, and decided to part with some of their collection.
As we chatted, I took notice of her. She was very tall - almost six feet - with thick white hair which she wore upswept at both sides. She had a rather thin face, with interesting features, amd wore a proper amount of makeup. Her shoulders. arms, and upper body looked to be quite slender, but her breasts were very large - I guessed them to be 40 or 42C, and the contrast to her slim frame was exciting. She had a very small waist and average ass, and a flat belly, but her thighs, legs and calves looked pleasingly thick. I estimated her age at between 50 and 55. She was wearing flowing teal polyester knee-length dress which buttoned from her cleavage down to the hem, suntan hoisery, black open-toe high heel pumps, and a string of lighter teal pearls.
She got up several times to show me some pieces on display in the room, and my gaze when direvtly to her big boobs and thick thighs and legs. AS she moved around the room, I caught a peek between the buttons of her dress, and saw she was wearing a black slip. At one point, she carried an item to show me, and for the first time, I saw the outline of her nipples under the light fabric of her dress, which made me think she wasn't wearing a bra.
We finished our lemonade, and she told me to follow her up to the attic loft where most of the consignment was. I stared at her ass and legs as we climbed the stairs to the second floor, then as we climbed a second set up to a spacious and finished loft. All the items were marked with white tape, so I told her it wouldn't take me long to inspect and inventory them. She told me not to hurry, and sat down on what looked like an oversize futon. As I looked over the itmes and made notes on my shet, I glanced at her, and saw she had crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up to her knees. Her thick legs and calves were very shapely, and her hosiery was shiny in the sunlight. I had to rearrange the sheets, so I sat next to her on the futon. The outlines of her nipples under her dress were very obvious, and my penis began to stir thinking she was getting aroused watching me. She got up saying, "Oh...I have a piece which isn't on your list...could you add it?" I told it it would be noo problem, and she produced a painting of a buxom nude woman which looked like it should have hung in an art gallery in Rome. The woman was reclining on a couch, with her legs together, and her arm covering the front of her breasts, but her ample belly, thighs, and legs were plainly visible. "I refer to this one as "The Tramp", she laughed. I asked why that was, and she said, "A woman who is so blatant about displaying herself like that must be a tramp." We both laughed, and I realized there was something about the painting that caught my interest. Under the guise of inspecting its condition, I looked at it closely, and concluded the lady was built like Thea Vonkraft - the lady I was talking to. She was standing next to where Iwas siting, and asked, "Does that painting intrigue you?" I nodded, saying there was just something about it. She smiled and said, "You are one of the few who recognized its hidden secret." I looked at her quizzically and she said, "I was the model for this painting...one of my husband's friends was an artist, and did this as a gift for my husband. I insisted he change the facial features and a couple of other things." Needless to say, I was stunned, but managed to get a quick, "It's very flattering" out.
I set the painting down against the arm of the futon, and Thea said in a quiet tone, "Would you like to see me naked in real life?" I swallowed hard, and said, "Yes, I would very much." She smiled and began unbuttoning her dress, showing me she had a full black nylon slip under it, but as I thought, no bra. She pulled the slip over her head, and two of the most full and firm breasts I had ever seen were exposed. She was wearing a black full nylon panty, and a pair of suntan stay-up stockings which ended near the tops of her thighs. She said, "If you want to see the rest, you must do as I say." She took a pillow tie off the futon, and asked for my hands. I held them out, and she tied my wrists together, then tied them to the frame of the futon behind my head. "You cannot touch me, or masturbate...all you can do is look," she said. Then, she undid my jeans, and in one move, pulled them and my briefs down past my knees. My erection jumped up at her, and she studied it for a few seconds, finally saying, "Oh my goodness...that is beautiful." I noticed her skin was fair but other than a few veins showing, was virtually wrinkle-free. Her dark brown aereolas were at least six inches in diameter, and her nipples were small, pink, but hard. She pulled her panty off, revealing her kitty was smooth-shaven, then her stockings, but put her open-toe heels back on. Her finger and toenails were polished in a deep red colour, and very sexy. My pensi was throbbing and twitching as she bent down to examine it an my balls, and I marveled at how firm her breasts looked.
"Just how old are you, young man?", she asked. I told her I was 21, and she stood with her hands on her hips for a few moments. "Do you know I am 55 years older than you are?", she asked. My eyes widened, and she said, "Yes...I am 76 years old." I was so stunned I couldn't speak. She sat next to me ans said, "My late husband was in poor health for the ten years before he passed away, and he's been gone for eleven...so I haven't had sex other than masturbation in that long. That is why I tied your hands...I am not sure I can have intercourse, and I was afraid you would touch me and yourself to the point I could not resist." She looked aat me, and said, "I fell terrible that your are so beautifully aroused with no way of relief." My mouth was bone dry, and I croaked out, "Please masturbate me."
Thea got up, making me think she was angry, but she straddled my legs and said, "NO...I need to feel your cock inside of me." She lowered herself onto my erection, and I felt the warmth of her pussy lips, but try as she might, she could not take me inside. She tried to guide me in, but she seemed to be too dry. She laid on my chest, and said, "Fuck...I'm trying to take a cock for the first time in years, and I'm dry." I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked and bit it hard. she yelped, and drew back, but I felt a rush of warm liquid on my thighs. She immediately impaled herself on my penis, and we thrusted until we both came.
She got off of me, out her oanty back on, and said, "Finish what you need to, then go...but come back here this ebening about 9:00 P.M....the door key will be in the carriage light."
I watched her leave the room, and decided to use her black slip to clean myself up. As I wiped myself, the feel of it, and the floral-scented perfume she had rubbed onto it got me hard, so I jerked with it until I filled it with a hot load of my semen. I got dressed, and quietly left the house.
From that moment, I wondered what she had in mind for the coming night.
I arrived at the address about 2:00 P.M., and drove up a long, tree-lined driveway to a large and meticulously kept home. I rang the bell, and was greeted by an absolutely stunning older woman. I presented a card, and introduced myself to her. She replied that she was Thea Vonkraft, the owner of the consignment. She graciously invited me into the den, where she had a large pitcher of lemonade. WE sat and chatted for quite some time about who we were, and about antiques - which I really knew very little about. She informed me she was a retired art professor at a local college, widowed for the past eleven years, and had no c***dren. As she spoke, I realized I knew her late husband to have been a business and civic leader in the city. She told me she was considering downsizing her home, and decided to part with some of their collection.
As we chatted, I took notice of her. She was very tall - almost six feet - with thick white hair which she wore upswept at both sides. She had a rather thin face, with interesting features, amd wore a proper amount of makeup. Her shoulders. arms, and upper body looked to be quite slender, but her breasts were very large - I guessed them to be 40 or 42C, and the contrast to her slim frame was exciting. She had a very small waist and average ass, and a flat belly, but her thighs, legs and calves looked pleasingly thick. I estimated her age at between 50 and 55. She was wearing flowing teal polyester knee-length dress which buttoned from her cleavage down to the hem, suntan hoisery, black open-toe high heel pumps, and a string of lighter teal pearls.
She got up several times to show me some pieces on display in the room, and my gaze when direvtly to her big boobs and thick thighs and legs. AS she moved around the room, I caught a peek between the buttons of her dress, and saw she was wearing a black slip. At one point, she carried an item to show me, and for the first time, I saw the outline of her nipples under the light fabric of her dress, which made me think she wasn't wearing a bra.
We finished our lemonade, and she told me to follow her up to the attic loft where most of the consignment was. I stared at her ass and legs as we climbed the stairs to the second floor, then as we climbed a second set up to a spacious and finished loft. All the items were marked with white tape, so I told her it wouldn't take me long to inspect and inventory them. She told me not to hurry, and sat down on what looked like an oversize futon. As I looked over the itmes and made notes on my shet, I glanced at her, and saw she had crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up to her knees. Her thick legs and calves were very shapely, and her hosiery was shiny in the sunlight. I had to rearrange the sheets, so I sat next to her on the futon. The outlines of her nipples under her dress were very obvious, and my penis began to stir thinking she was getting aroused watching me. She got up saying, "Oh...I have a piece which isn't on your list...could you add it?" I told it it would be noo problem, and she produced a painting of a buxom nude woman which looked like it should have hung in an art gallery in Rome. The woman was reclining on a couch, with her legs together, and her arm covering the front of her breasts, but her ample belly, thighs, and legs were plainly visible. "I refer to this one as "The Tramp", she laughed. I asked why that was, and she said, "A woman who is so blatant about displaying herself like that must be a tramp." We both laughed, and I realized there was something about the painting that caught my interest. Under the guise of inspecting its condition, I looked at it closely, and concluded the lady was built like Thea Vonkraft - the lady I was talking to. She was standing next to where Iwas siting, and asked, "Does that painting intrigue you?" I nodded, saying there was just something about it. She smiled and said, "You are one of the few who recognized its hidden secret." I looked at her quizzically and she said, "I was the model for this painting...one of my husband's friends was an artist, and did this as a gift for my husband. I insisted he change the facial features and a couple of other things." Needless to say, I was stunned, but managed to get a quick, "It's very flattering" out.
I set the painting down against the arm of the futon, and Thea said in a quiet tone, "Would you like to see me naked in real life?" I swallowed hard, and said, "Yes, I would very much." She smiled and began unbuttoning her dress, showing me she had a full black nylon slip under it, but as I thought, no bra. She pulled the slip over her head, and two of the most full and firm breasts I had ever seen were exposed. She was wearing a black full nylon panty, and a pair of suntan stay-up stockings which ended near the tops of her thighs. She said, "If you want to see the rest, you must do as I say." She took a pillow tie off the futon, and asked for my hands. I held them out, and she tied my wrists together, then tied them to the frame of the futon behind my head. "You cannot touch me, or masturbate...all you can do is look," she said. Then, she undid my jeans, and in one move, pulled them and my briefs down past my knees. My erection jumped up at her, and she studied it for a few seconds, finally saying, "Oh my goodness...that is beautiful." I noticed her skin was fair but other than a few veins showing, was virtually wrinkle-free. Her dark brown aereolas were at least six inches in diameter, and her nipples were small, pink, but hard. She pulled her panty off, revealing her kitty was smooth-shaven, then her stockings, but put her open-toe heels back on. Her finger and toenails were polished in a deep red colour, and very sexy. My pensi was throbbing and twitching as she bent down to examine it an my balls, and I marveled at how firm her breasts looked.
"Just how old are you, young man?", she asked. I told her I was 21, and she stood with her hands on her hips for a few moments. "Do you know I am 55 years older than you are?", she asked. My eyes widened, and she said, "Yes...I am 76 years old." I was so stunned I couldn't speak. She sat next to me ans said, "My late husband was in poor health for the ten years before he passed away, and he's been gone for eleven...so I haven't had sex other than masturbation in that long. That is why I tied your hands...I am not sure I can have intercourse, and I was afraid you would touch me and yourself to the point I could not resist." She looked aat me, and said, "I fell terrible that your are so beautifully aroused with no way of relief." My mouth was bone dry, and I croaked out, "Please masturbate me."
Thea got up, making me think she was angry, but she straddled my legs and said, "NO...I need to feel your cock inside of me." She lowered herself onto my erection, and I felt the warmth of her pussy lips, but try as she might, she could not take me inside. She tried to guide me in, but she seemed to be too dry. She laid on my chest, and said, "Fuck...I'm trying to take a cock for the first time in years, and I'm dry." I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked and bit it hard. she yelped, and drew back, but I felt a rush of warm liquid on my thighs. She immediately impaled herself on my penis, and we thrusted until we both came.
She got off of me, out her oanty back on, and said, "Finish what you need to, then go...but come back here this ebening about 9:00 P.M....the door key will be in the carriage light."
I watched her leave the room, and decided to use her black slip to clean myself up. As I wiped myself, the feel of it, and the floral-scented perfume she had rubbed onto it got me hard, so I jerked with it until I filled it with a hot load of my semen. I got dressed, and quietly left the house.
From that moment, I wondered what she had in mind for the coming night.
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