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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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In 1986 i had left college and I couldn't find employment so took up some voluntary work in a charity shop, something to do and put on my CV.
The other volunteers were all elderly but friendly The shop manageress Veronica, was I guessed early to mid 40's (48 it turned out). She was attractive, about 5'6”, red hair cut in a sort of bob, slim with a nice pair of tits. She usually wore quite tight trousers, tight enough for the odd camel toe to show, keeping covered what looked like long shapely legs, blouses open at the neck just enough to catch the odd glimpse of lacy bra and the swelling of her breasts.
Certainly a good enough figure to turn heads and for me to admire as she worked.
We got on well, despite an age gap of 28 years, the two of us doing most of the shop work, once or twice a week staying behind sorting donations of clothes, books etc.
Chatting away, her telling me she was divorced (I found out later over more than one extra marital affair, her ex calling her a slut and a whore), lived alone, me telling her my woes, that I cant find full time employment and still living with my parents, she saying I could always be her lodger. Joking I thought at the time. I didn't really notice at the time, that on the days we arranged to stay behind she always wore a tight skirt, though I did notice there was never any VPL, and a slightly more revealing blouse.
She would often touch my arm or lean over my shoulder, breasts brushing my back as we chatted.
I looked forward to the days she wore a skirt because usually I could spot the tell tale little lumps under her skirt, indicating she was wearing stockings and suspenders, the thought always good for a wank later. She invited me for a drink after work 3 or 4 times, which I reluctantly accepted, being unable to afford to reciprocate.
When sorting out clothes donations after work she would sometimes try something on, usually a dress or skirt. I realise now how dense I must have seemed as she flirted and I just made polite responses.
We'd had a lot of donations one Saturday and decided to stay on. We were emptying some boxes in the storeroom when she called she'd found something she wanted to try on.
I carried on, looking up when she returned, kneeling on the floor, gob smacked. She was standing wearing a short white see through stretch lace dress, she'd removed her bra, her firm round tits and tiny pink nipples visible. I could see her suspenders and stockings and between her legs curly gingery pubes. “Like it?” she teased.
My cock had stiffened almost instantly as she moved closer, standing, her pussy inches from my face. “I've seen you watching me. Now you know the answer to one question. The answer is No, I don't wear any panties. Ever!” I looked up at her, mumbling something inane about how nice she was, my eyes being drawn back to her pussy as she slowly pulled the dress up around her waist.
Brushing her fingers through her pubes, to her clitoris, stroking and teasing it, running a finger along her slit, between her lips, “Are you just going to look, wouldn't you rather shag me?” I started to stand but she grabbed my head, pulling my face to her pussy, parting her legs wider, thrusting herself in to my face.
My cock was uncomfortable in my boxers, but I was quickly recovering from the initial shock.
Sticking my tongue out I licked her pussy which was already, wet and juicy after being fingered, at the same time, managing to undo my jeans and free my cock. She pulled the dress off over head as I got stuck in, licking and kissing my way from her clitoris which I paid particular attention to, over her stomach, slipping a couple of fingers in her snatch.
With my jeans round my ankles I moved to her tits, bending to suck on her rapidly hardening nipples, I continued frigging her,
I felt her fingers wrap around my hard cock. Thrusting her self on my fingers she pushed me back in to a chair, straddling my lap she lowered herself until my prick touched her pussy entrance, rubbing her clitoris on my knob before lowering her juiced up pussy on to my shaft and fucking me.
Unlike some who can fuck for hours, I only mearly lasted about 15 minutes or so before I felt my spunk rising and I shot my load.
If she was disappointed she hid it well, continuing to ride my softening cock even appearing to cum. Having said that she spent the next half an hour, stroking and sucking me hard followed my another far better fuck over her desk.
She told me she had wanted me to fuck her from the first day and thought she had been making it obvious to me. Of course I'd noticed but put it down to wishful thinking, on my part
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