One morning time after shopping, while sipping a short black in a coffee shop in a fashionable beach side suburb, a woman who I had met socially a few metre came and sat beside me. We discussed the usual mundane topics middle aged woman do, like the weather, children, interest rate, houses and standardized trivial topics.

‘ Would you like to derive and see our new house. It has a terrific view over the bay,'Denise asked with a full encompassing grinning, taking me by surprisal.

For the first time I looked very closely at her, taking in her appearance, and very casual but expensive and understated clothes. Even in her ‘ dressed down'look Denise was a very good looking fair sex, and it was obvious she had a well kept fig under her clothes.

‘ Why not,'I smiled. ‘ Lead the way in your car and I will follow you.'

Ten minutes later we were admiring the purview from the sun deck. ‘ I love sun bathing here on days like this,'Denise said, watching me very closely, as she undid two push button at the top of her blouse. ‘ In summer I love to get an all over tan. This summer has been good. My tan is the estimable I have had in years.'

I almost felt that Denise was daring me to to ask her to show me just how expert her tan was. Instead I asked, ‘ display me the relaxation of the house ?'

Denise took my hired hand and led me back inside. I was intrigued by the way she took my hand in her long fingers, but surprisingly did not feel uncomfortable about it.

As we walked through the repose of the house Denise ‘ accidentally'rubbed against me several sentence, each time taking my hand again, as if for reassurance.

While this was going on I looked at Denise even more closely than I had before. She made the most of looks which depended on her brilliantly sun tanned skin contrasting with her fair, blondish hair, which she wore down to her shoulders.

She had long well formed legs, it seemed from the sloshed trying on white cotton slacks she wore, and a very good, firm and well formed arse. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a turn of clitoris loosen, I could see an recherche cleavage and obviously good size nipple. As I looked even more closely at her blouse it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra and that her pap were very erect against the sonant silk.

I had never had an amour with another char, but must intromit to fantasizing and wondering about one, on a numeral of occasion in the yesteryear. At that especial moment the thought of Denise making a whirl at me was a very exciting prospect.

The tour progressed as Denise pointed out the ecstasy mantelpiece, Waterford glassware, Farsi rug, Thomas Chippendale dining suite, and next the master bedroom, with views over the bay.

Denise sat on the edge of vast four poster bed with a canopy over it. ‘ Come and sit her and admire the thought with me,'she asked with what I thought was an border to her voice.

As she extended her hand I took it and joined her on the bed, not altogether sure of myself and wondering deep down what all this might be leading to. At the Saami time function of me was saying, ‘ go with the flow if she makes a move.'I kept telling myself to take on the prospect of something like this happening was something I had been wanting to try for a long fourth dimension, and perhaps this was to be the day. lot is bigger than all of us my married man used to say.

Idly as I absorbed the thought Denise licked the finger on my right hand, her movement becoming more rapid. Next she circled my palm tree with a very wet finger. ‘ Like the aspect ?, she said boldly unbuttoning another button on her blouse with her free hand as I watched, ineffectual to utter. By now her blouse was held close up by just one push button at its base and I could feel myself becoming excited by the the survey of her gorgeous segmentation, and as she moved I could see all her pap and the very raise nipples on each.

Denise kept circling my thenar, sending unmistakably denotative subject matter and signals. ‘ You like that, don't you ?'

Just like a man would, Denise then put one arm around my waistline while she bent and brushed my neck opening with a series of little, very wet kisses. ‘ I can stop if you want me to ... No ? Good.'

‘ Let's start by getting rid of your shoe,'Denise said kicking them off.

‘ Close your eyes. Let me excite you and take you to new places. I could differentiate just by looking at you today, that you were ready for me.'

At the same time I closed my middle and very excited I could feel Denise unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra.

‘ Wow. You have superb titmouse. Even better than I thought they would be. Compared to me you are almost lily whiten. I love it. Beautiful Brown University tit against big, gorgeous snow Andrew Dickson White knocker,'she said defeat and kissing each in turn, her fingers teasing the other as she did.

‘ Your tit like what I'm doing. They are as hard as bullets - big hummer. I wish you fuck how much this is turning me on. This all for you Denise. You don't have to do anything. Just lie back and enjoy and let me look at you,'she whispered in a very agitated part, pushing my head back onto three pillows.

The pillows were in high spirits enough for me to watch Denise's every move as I opened my middle again, watching her lick and kiss my excited nipples.

As she unbuttoned the cincture of my skirt and slipped it off with one aristocratical bm, she sucked on my fingerbreadth again, leaving me more sex than I thought I could ever be.

Denise surrounded each of my nipples with all her digit, delicately teasing them even more than I thought possible.

‘ Do you like watching me lap up your mythic tits ?'I was almost screaming at her, for her to suck up them some more as she started to lick and give suck on them again. She fastened her mouth on each in turning with gilded leisure, flicking the point of her tongue all over them, pulling with her sass and her entire tongue, until I was so turned on it was almost painful.

My eyes were closed again as I felt Denise first to take off the remainder of my clothes. She cradled my head in her go forth arm and with the other reached down, with a ghost I could barely read, but which at the Same fourth dimension was madenly arousing, over my newly shaved snatch and pubic hair.

‘ surface your eyes and watch me undress Denise. punter still help me.'

She stood shut to me and put my finger's breadth on the remaining release of her blouse. Our mat fingers slowly removed her blouse and she stepped back for outcome and my welfare as she dropped it to the storey, at the same fourth dimension cupping each of her tits with her handwriting. ‘ You like ?'knowing total well what my answer would be.

Her suntan really was as goodness as she had said. It suited her tegument and she had the skin color to go with it. ‘ Now the zip,'she said turning her back to me so I could help oneself with her slacks. Very worked up by now I pulled them down to her ankles, running both my bridge player over her smooth legs. Underneath she wore a tiny brace of livid silk pants, which were only about one cm wide of the mark at the side, further accentuating her sun tan. She motioned for me to remove those as well, not saying a word.

Her completely naked soundbox was just as I had imagined, and completely sun tanned, not a Edward White spot anywhere.

As if sensing no protest from me as I closed my eyes again, she straddled me, one knee on either face of my hip. I opened my eyes to look out fascinated at this new experience as she sat back naked on her heels and devoted herself to gliding her fingertips all the way down my thighs and sura and back again.

‘ I love your torso,'Denise said as I opened my eyes again.

‘ I like yours too,'I said smiling encouragement, intent on playing the passive partner to the hilt for my upper limit pleasure.

As she licked and kissed my tits some more I took her hand.

‘ No. Let me. You are not quick yet.'

By now I was sure I was moaning imploringly as she caressed the cutis inside the top of my thighs, her fingerbreadth reaching eminent and gamey until they fluttering at the rim of my cunt. I could not help moaning and opening my legs, and I felt sure Denise could see how wet I was for her, as well as feel it.

I was watching very closely now as Denise crouched low over my cunt and and started blowing on my pubic hair's-breadth. I could sense the hairs parting with her breath on my egotistic clitoris. At close she reached out with her knife and making it into a point, she darted it again and again at my gist. Sometimes she sucked it with her unscathed mouth, sometimes just licking it with a light flickering touch.

All I felt like saying was, ‘ Fuck me, for God's sake get laid me, Denise,'which I am sure I did. I watched fascinated as Denise knitted the three middle finger's breadth of her left hand together, and worked them several inch up between my branch. As I strained frantically forward and upward, Denise kneeling, bent again and took my vulva into her, hot, avid wide mouth, sucking rhythmically on my clitoris at the same time as she slid her three digit in and out. Sometimes it was only an inch or two, sometimes as far as she could go.

I was only cognisant of the most intense delight. Her fingers in my vagina producing a insensibility and knobbiness of stimulation that even the biggest, hardest cock never could. The suction, the ribbing, was like zero I had ever believed potential. I felt myself pausing on the edge of sexual climax, pausing, pausing and then coming into Denise's backtalk with a bursting haste and widening pond of spasms which made me scream in incredulous abandon.

While I was still throbbing and jerking my coxa forward, Denise threw herself on me, kissing me for the first time on my dry, open mouthpiece, pressing her vulva, lightly covered with obscure hair, into my pubis. At the same time she cupped my firm fleshy backside in both her handwriting and rubbed relentlessly, until she she came quickly into the masterful sexual climax she had been holding back for so long.

Later as we dressed, Denise said,'You look fabulous ’. ‘ Do something for me. Leave your knickers here. When you leave bust nothing under your skirt. you can guess of me all the way plate then. And I will have something to remember you by. will you ?'

Later that night when my husband arrived nursing home he wondered what caused the sudden spate of interest in my sex drive. It was a long time since I had met him at the threshold without my pants on and seduced him .