One morning after shopping, while sipping a short-change black in a coffee shop in a stylish beach English suburbia, a woman who I had met socially a few fourth dimension came and sat beside me. We discussed the usual mundane matter middle aged cleaning woman do, like the weather, baby, stake pace, firm and similar fiddling topics.

‘ Would you like to come and see our new house. It has a wondrous view over the bay,'Denise asked with a broad spacious smile, taking me by surprisal.

For the start meter I looked very closely at her, taking in her visual aspect, and very casual but expensive and downplay dress. Even in her ‘ dressed down'tone Denise was a very salutary looking woman, and it was obvious she had a well hold figure 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 thought from the sun deck of cards. ‘ I love sun washup here on Clarence Shepard Day Jr. like this,'Denise said, watching me very closely, as she undid two button at the top of her blouse. ‘ In summer I love to get an all over tan. This summer has been just. My tan is the best I have had in years.'

I almost felt that Denise was daring me to to ask her to show me just how good her tan was. Instead I asked, ‘ Show me the rest of the home ?'

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

As we walked through the repose of the house Denise ‘ accidentally'rubbed against me various times, each clip taking my mitt 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 pelt contrasting with her carnival, blondish hair, which she wore down to her shoulders.

She had long well formed legs, it seemed from the soaked fitting white cotton wool slacks she wore, and a very secure, firm and well make arse. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a turn of buttons undone, I could see an exquisite cleavage and obviously dear size tit. As I looked even more closely at her blouse it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra and that her nipple were very upright against the soft silk.

I had never had an affair with another woman, but must acknowledge to fantasizing and wondering about one, on a turn of occasions in the past. At that finicky present moment the cerebration of Denise making a walk at me was a very exciting prospect.

The tour progressed as Denise pointed out the Adam mantelpiece, Waterford glassware, Farsi rugs, Chippendale dining suite, and next the overlord sleeping room, with perspective over the bay.

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

As she extended her hand I took it and joined her on the bed, not altogether for sure of myself and wondering deep down what all this might be leading to. At the same prison term constituent of me was saying, ‘ go with the flow if she makes a move.'I kept telling myself to admit the prospect of something like this happening was something I had been wanting to try for a foresighted clip, and perhaps this was to be the day. lot is bigger than all of us my husband used to say.

Idly as I absorbed the prospect Denise licked the fingers on my properly hand, her movements becoming more speedy. succeeding she circled my medallion with a very wet finger. ‘ Like the view ?, she said boldly unbuttoning another push button on her blouse with her innocent hand as I watched, unable to talk. By now her blouse was held closed in by just one clit at its fundament and I could sense myself becoming excited by the the visual sense of her gorgeous cleavage, and as she moved I could see all her boob and the very erect nipples on each.

Denise kept circling my palm, sending unmistakably explicit messages and sign. ‘ You like that, don't you ?'

Just like a man would, Denise then put one arm around my waist while she bent and brushed my neck with a serial of little, very wet kiss. ‘ I can turn back if you want me to ... No ? Good.'

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

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

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

‘ Wow. You have superb tit. Even better than I thought they would be. Compared to me you are almost lily white. I love it. Beautiful chocolate-brown nipples against big, gorgeous play false lily-white tits,'she said trouncing and kissing each in turn, her finger's breadth teasing the other as she did.

‘ Your teat like what I'm doing. They are as hard as bullets - big bullets. I wish you bonk 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 shake spokesperson, pushing my brain back onto three pillows.

The pillows were richly enough for me to watch over Denise's every move as I opened my optic again, watching her punch and kiss my excited nipples.

As she unbuttoned the cincture of my doll and slipped it off with one gentle movement, she sucked on my digit again, leaving me more excited than I thought I could ever be.

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

‘ Do you like watching me bat your fabulous titty ?'I was almost screaming at her, for her to suck them some more as she started to lick and suck on them again. She fastened her mouth on each in act with luxurious leisure, flicking the detail of her glossa all over them, pulling with her lips and her stallion tongue, until I was so turned on it was almost painful.

My eyes were closed again as I felt Denise start to take in off the rest of my dress. She cradled my head in her lead arm and with the other reached down, with a skin senses I could barely register, but which at the Lapplander prison term was madenly arousing, over my newly shaved cunt and pubic hair.

‘ Open your middle and take in me undress Denise. Better still facilitate me.'

She stood close up to me and put my fingers on the remaining button of her blouse. Our tangled digit slowly removed her blouse and she stepped back for gist and my benefit as she dropped it to the trading floor, at the same clock time cupping each of her tits with her hands. ‘ You like ?'knowing entire well what my result would be.

Her burn really was as in force as she had said. It suited her cutis and she had the complexion to go with it. ‘ Now the zip,'she said turning her cover to me so I could help with her slack. Very excited by now I pulled them down to her ankle, running both my hands over her smooth legs. Underneath she wore a flyspeck pair of gabardine silk drawers, which were only about one centimetre extensive at the side of meat, further accentuating her sun tan. She motioned for me to transfer those as well, not saying a word.

Her completely naked body was just as I had imagined, and completely sun tanned, not a white daub anywhere.

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

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

‘ I like yours too,'I said smiling boost, intent on playing the passive spouse to the hilt for my maximum pleasure.

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

‘ No. Let me. You are not ready yet.'

By now I was sure I was moaning imploringly as she caressed the skin inside the top of my thighs, her fingerbreadth reaching high and higher until they fluttering at the rim of my cunt. I could not help moaning and opening my leg, 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. I could feel the hairs parting with her breath on my swollen button. At survive she reached out with her natural language and making it into a point, she darted it again and again at my Congress of Racial Equality. Sometimes she sucked it with her all mouth, sometimes just licking it with a light flickering touch.

All I felt like saying was, ‘ Fuck me, for God's sake do it me, Denise,'which I am sure I did. I watched fascinated as Denise knitted the three center finger's breadth of her bequeath hired hand together, and worked them several in up between my stage. 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 Saami time as she slid her three fingers in and out. Sometimes it was only an inch or two, sometimes as far as she could go.

I was only aware of the most intense delight. Her digit in my vagina producing a unfeelingness and knobbiness of stimulation that even the braggy, hardest cock never could. The sucking, the teasing, was like zip I had ever believed possible. I felt myself pausing on the edge of orgasm, pausing, pausing and then coming into Denise's sassing with a bursting rush and widening consortium of muscle spasm which made me scream in incredulous abandon.

While I was still throbbing and jerking my hips forward, Denise threw herself on me, kissing me for the maiden fourth dimension on my dry, open sassing, pressing her vulva, lightly covered with grim fuzz, into my pubis. At the Lapp prison term she cupped my firm fleshy arse in both her hands and rubbed relentlessly, until she she came quickly into the masterful climax she had been holding back for so long.

Later as we dressed, Denise said,'You look fab ’. ‘ Do something for me. Leave your pants here. When you leave put on nothing under your wench. you can believe of me all the way rest home then. And I will bear something to remember you by. Will you ?'

Later that night when my married man arrived home he wondered what caused the sudden surge of interest in my sex drive. It was a long time since I had met him at the room access without my pants on and seduced him .