Meeting Up With Angela Lansbury

Please note this is completely fictional. I never knew Angela and in no way does her personality reflect what was written here. I completely made it up.

It is the year 1984 and I am standing on the porch of a quaint log cabin about to put the key in the cylinder to unlock the door with Angela Lansbury standing immediately to the left of me and behind me pressing her right breast into the back of my arm. We are about to enter the cabin for an almost week long erotic get together. Now before we step into the cabin let me tell you how I got here with the well known actress.

Going back to the year 1968 I was just starting college, living with my family yet in a suburban community, and commuting to college. It so happened at that in the house next door was this sexy woman in her early forties. I knew her as Mrs Lansbury and she was married with some kids. All I knew at the time was that she was on stage performing, and while working hard she was also somewhat well known. She was very friendly to about everyone and since we were next door neighbors she was especially friendly to me. While she did work she also took breaks between her stage performances sometimes for weeks at a time. It was those weeks that were especially nice as with the skirts rising, it was the miniskirt days, so was Mrs. Lansbury's and she had nice legs. Her driveway was along side our house so I could easily watch her get in or out of her car from my bedroom window if she parked it just in the right spot, usually that was also in the position that she parked to unload her groceries etc. From 1968 to 1969 I think I shall never forget her legs and sexy friendly ways.

It started out by accident that I noticed her legs getting out of the car after grocery shopping one day. I happen to notice a car noise and peeked out my bedroom window and just caught her getting out of her car, skirt riding up as she did, exposing not just stocking top, but her garter strap as well. Well needless to say she initially did not notice me until she was standing outside of her car and must have noticed my eyes bulging out as I peeked out the window tipping her off that I noticed more of her attire than most saw that day. She did smile a bit of an embarrassed smile but a smile. That was the beginning of even more nice views of her legs over time. That was in 1968, I was only 18 at the time and by the next summer of 1969 I was having a nice showing of her legs as she would tease me whenever it was convenient.

Over the course of those two years, it went from showing her legs as she got out of the car, to her asking for my help bringing her groceries in and teasing me as a way to pay me for my help. We had some sort of mutual benefit, me as an older teen boy how could I not want to learn more about the female body and the miniskirt era did wonders for making any kid or guy a leg lover. Then for her there was something about having a younger man pay attention to her as she was approaching middle age and likely feeling not perfect like the young women wearing even shorter skirts and dresses then. It was after many stocking views that when I was in her house helping to unload groceries that she had me sit down to discuss our agreement. She did catch me admiring her legs and she said that it was okay as long as I did not tell others that she enjoyed showing off for me. That was more than okay with me and we agreed that I would never say anything about her flashing me her legs, etc. She never did get fully undressed but I did get to see her stockings, girdles and even her bra as she teased me inside her house when no one else was home. So whenever she had groceries I would help get them from the car into the house. In there she would have me watch as she put things away, often bending or squatting down and having me hand her groceries as her stocking tops were exposed etc. Then after putting them all away, as my pants were bulging, she would kindly notice that too and would say that she needed to take off her hose and while standing in front of me she would put a foot on the adjacent chair, hike up her skirt or dress and unfasten her stockings and slip off her hose. As you can imagine I often went home after that and recreated that moment in private.

I thought this would never end but it did in late 1969 as she and her family relocated. But the memory remains to this day. I never said a word, but have often flashed back to those times.

Now zoom up to 1984. Weather wise it was a bad beginning of the year as a snow storm left meany planes redirected from their destinations. I had one of those planes. I got grounded in Cleveland as a northeaster hit the new england states. As I was in the airport looking for transportation to a hotel, I literally bumped into a woman as I was reading an overhead sign. It turned out to be Angela, she hesitated as I did too, and we both realized who we might be and quizzed each other as to are you who I think you are?

She first said, "Are You Joe?"

And I replied, "Yes, and are you by chance Angela?"

"Well yes I am!" Angela semi shrieked.

We had a good laugh as we realized we were neighbors. Well as it turned out we went to the same hotel that night and had dinner together recreating the past and catching up to the present. She was divorced about two years ago, I was divorced, she had an ex-husband that had problems sexually getting it up, etc. Nothing happened sexually that night but we exchanged numbers and had some real flirting between us. We did kiss in the hallway of the hotel when no one was around and that is what started this whole story.

So I get a call about a month later from Angela, she was sounding very lonely and she started talking in coded words but as she gained confidence in me knowing I never said anything to others about our past she talked even more. She said she often thought about me as her neighbor and how she enjoyed the flirting and teasing back then and the recent dinner recreated some of those sexy thoughts in her. Over a few weeks we talked more and more and she suggested she had some time off in late spring and we could rendezvous somewhere as no one would find us and no one would know and we could have some adult fun for several days. It did not take much convincing for me to take the bait and I of course said yes. How could a guy in his early 30's not want to take an older woman, upper 50's, to bed?! So she got the time and place, I just had to make the arrangements in my name so no one would know where she was. She was known and visible so she had to be very discrete.

So I had this remote cabin in Maine rented, that was near the Canadian border and nothing was around. She found it through a series of connections and it was said to be quaint but nicely done. So the weekend came and I picked her up at the airport and for 4 hours we drove to the cabin. Initially she was Angela and if anyone saw her they could have recognized her. She was just starting her "Murder She Wrote" series which would make her even more visible. So for the first hour we drove and then took a break at a informal rest stop along the way. The traffic was minimal in this direction and it was more of a roadside park than a real rest area. Well she went in the trunk, got out a bag and then out of sight transformed back to the "Angela" I knew. She put on a dark wig so no one would recognize her but she also put on a skirt and blouse and heels and said she was driving. So as we went to get in the car she asked if I was going to hold the door for her and I walked to the driver's door and held the door for her. She proceeded to slide her slightly above the knee length skirt up to her mid thigh giving me a nice view of a stocking top and garter. I said wow as my eyes must have taken that same look as the first time I saw her stockings getting out of her car when I was only 18. She laughed and said I have not changed and in the car I went. The conversation turned more sexual as she drove with her skirt hiked up and stockings showing. Being a two lane road she was not concerned about any one noticing and we hardly saw any cars on the road any way.

As we drove I asked about the Murder She Wrote series and what sort of part she had in it. I also asked if she was sexy in the role. She laughed and said no her role is very prim and proper, skirts below the knee, high collar blouses and sweaters, nothing like the outfit she was wearing now. No hiking up of the hemline or sexy talk in her series.

As she drove I put my hand on her leg and found her to be enjoying the attention. Her legs felt nice in the nylons and I ran my hand under her skirt too, feeling bare thigh as I was above her stocking tops. I also ran my hand up along her blouse and cupped her nice breast. This I never felt before, just saw her showing off her bra covered breasts when I was just 19. But to feel her nice breast was very hot. They must have been a B or C cup, and later I did see her bra strap said C. So as we drove I got harder, she enjoyed parting her legs and letting her garter straps and stockings show. She did look down at my crotch and noticed the effect she was having on me. She got more frisky in her conversation and even ran a hand onto my bulging pants. Until now I was still holding off from going for her crotch, but with her hand on mine I decided to test the legs, thighs, and more. So I placed a hand on her knee, ran it up her thigh, past her stocking tops, she parted her legs even more and I leaned forward to look under her skirt. My hand slid up pulling her skirt upward and my hands and eyes discovered her bare womanly lips as I discovered she was wearing a garter belt. When I was 18 and 19 she often wore a panty girdle with garter straps and I saw her panty covered crotch which was so hot to see for a young guy. But to see her in a garter belt and no panties, exposed for my eyes and fingers, well that was too much. We both gasped as my finger felt her damp lips. This was going to be a good week, I could tell. Now she was even more teasing me as she hiked her skirt a little more, wiggling in her seat as she drove and parting her legs even more. Now her skirt was at the top of her upper thighs and if I leaned forward just a little to look at her legs gave me a view of hair that I wanted to see more of. We drove like this, teasing with words and touches and the drive became shorter and shorter just like her skirt length. We made the trip to the cabin before we knew it.

The cabin really was in the woods and somewhat off the main road, however the main road was seldom traveled since it was before summer vacation when families would be traveling. The snow was all melted and the gravel driveway was dry so getting to such a remote cabin was not a problem. When she parked the car, I did remembered to ask, "May I open the door for you"? And she replied "Why of course valet man"! So I eagerly got out of the car, went around to the driver's door and then stood just in front of it facing her, knowing there was no good way for a woman dressed like Angela to slip out of the car very woman like. She left her skirt hiked up and took a pause as she took one foot out and placed it on the ground before swinging the other leg out. Needless to say I saw more than stocking tops and garter I saw a very inviting somewhat gray hair view peeking easily from between her bare thighs. I knew this was going to be a hot week and this was just the beginning.

So now I am on the front porch, I reach over the top of a porch post to retrieve the "hidden" key for the cabin and am about to go in the cabin and Angela is pressing her breast into me as I unlock the door. I press my arm back into her breast giving her the approval that this is going to be good. We walk into the cabin and it is very nice, better than we would have thought for being so remote. Main room was rather big with two bedrooms off of it and a fold out sofa in the main room, a nice kitchen, full bath and a nice fireplace. We turn on the propane heater and begin to bring in our suitcases. I had one, Angela had two big ones. She said lets clean up the place and with that she said will will put on some work jeans and just slipped off her skirt as she walked into the bedroom to change. I got a good view of her sexy, stocking covered legs, and nice ass framed by her garter belt. She came out in a few minutes with a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt and said lets get this place cleaned up so we can have some real fun. So for the next couple hours we did wash floors, vacuum area rugs, put on bedding that Angela packed, etc. The place was cleaner than we thought so now it was really rather spotless. Actually the cleaning process was fun as I knew of the benefits and Angela made it fun along the way as she verbally teased me and she took off her bra so her breasts were swaying and bouncing to my delight.

She announced that she was going to take a shower, I was ready to do that with her, but she said another time as it was my time now to go bring in firewood and start a fire in the fireplace. So I did just that, lucky under the eves was dry wood so the fire was going in no time. She came out from her shower in a long casual dress, buttoned in the front with a high neckline. She said this was more like what she wears on her new series. I can see her prim and proper on the show dressed like this. It was my turn to shower now and I quickly got clean, dry, and put on some casual dress pants and a shirt to compliment her style. I was greeted after my shower with Angela having a glass of wine for me and I noticed hers was half gone already. It was going to be a nice evening, the glow from the fireplace made the cabin even more romantic.

We did not just jump into bed, but rather we got into the mind preparation by kissing, hugging, sitting close and talking and more kissing, hot passionate kissing and fondling her breasts which she enjoyed more and more. I slid my hand along her lower leg, over the knee, and caressing her bare thigh. I teased her by running my hand up her upper thigh getting her hot and awaiting the touch on her womanly lips but then I would back off, she was enjoying all the foreplay. Now she was heating up and I started unbuttoning her dress from the neck down and the hem up. I sat on the sofa with her on my lap facing sideways. This way I could kiss her, fondle her and unbutton her dress. The bra she has on was a low cut and lacy one. Her breasts were bulging upward from the lacy cups, just begging to be touched and kissed.

I am sure no one would believe this is the same Angela that stars in proper shows, movies, and theater. This woman has very sexy tastes when she can get out of the public light. This inner desire to be a sexy and sexual woman was going to pay me big dividends as she got a chance to let loose in a remote cabin with no one knowing where she was.

We continued on the sofa sharing some hot french kissing, I fondled her bra covered breasts as she would sometimes press more into my groin. As she did this it was a way of her giving me the go ahead for more intimate touches, etc. I know slipped a finger inside her bra and found her nipple already hard as a rock and big and swollen too. I knew this foreplay was working well. It was nice to not just to have jumped her bones as we entered the cabin as I could tell she was enjoying this much more so and I had the feeling she was transforming completely from her previous public prim and proper personality to a naughty and fun personality tonight and this week. I lowered my head and kissed the tops of her breasts. I slipped a tongue in her cleavage and she gave off a warm sort of moan.

I no longer took her groin pressing as hints to continue but became assertive in exposing and touching her more intimately without a go ahead sign. She would sometimes give me a positive kissing feedback as I touched her nipples or pulled her bra down to expose a nipple so I knew I was hitting her pleasure spots and desires. I fully unbuttoned her dress and exposed her matching panties and bra, a black lacy bra showing her areolas thru the material and her panties with lace showing her pussy hair too. She initially stopped the kisses as she warned me that her upper 50's body was not as toned as the 30 year old women. I whispered in her ear, "You are right your 50 year old body is so much more sexy, more natural, and desired". I continued by saying, "I love that you do not have plastic breasts but natural ones". And she warned me that they are not perky anymore.

I then gave her a positive moan and said that is one more thing women do not know about most men in that us men like a breast that sags and bounces and is so nice to fondle and cuddle up with. She laughed and said "Well she has ones that sag and bounce".

And she knew from my kiss that I was wanting all of her. Her exposed body and my reaction to it gave her more confidence as my fingers reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts sagging held the bra cups close to her body so her bra did not fall off but was held by her breasts. I told her that I may have called them breasts up until now, but when I expose them and play with them I just may refer to them as tits in the heat of the moment. She said that was okay with her, for her in the moment of heat tits made her feel naughty and sexy and it was okay during such sexual play to call them tits. I now pulled her bra straps off her shoulders, and looking directly at her cleavage, pulled her bra cups off her breasts, revealing real tits and I pressed harder into her ass and hips with my groin. She gave off a naughty little laugh as she looked down and saw her breasts exposed to my eyes and hands and desires.

I now bent my head down and lifted one tit up to meet my lips and feel her big nipple wanting my mouth and tongue. Angela was so sexy as her tits were fully exposed and nipples so hard and erect from the attention give to her mind and body. She told me it had been years since she had a man inside of her and was looking forward to the feel of a man again in her. The foreplay was having such a positive effect on her mind and body as she volunteered such sexy thoughts to me.

Having one tit in my mouth and playing with the other nipple between my fingers I found out how she liked her tits and nipples played with. She liked some medium to heavier pressure to pinching of her nipples. She liked some pulling too. I was suspect that in the heat of a good fucking that her nipples might enjoy some slightly rougher play. Now with my mouth on her tit, one hand on her other tit I lowered my other hand inside her panties. She parted her legs a little more to allow my hand to slide inside the top of the panty and down to feel her hair and then down even further as her parting of her legs gave me access to her hood and lips. Her head bent down on my neck and I could feel her breathing as she was enjoying the attention of a man with her mature body. I pulled my hand out of her panties and put it between her thighs forcing her legs even more open. She parted them some, but still a woman did not just spread them wide. However she liked me parting them open far beyond what her as a woman would normally do.

As I parted both thighs, one at a time, I looked down and saw her panty between her thighs and my fingers sliding in from the side of the crotch. This way I could feel her outer lip then inner lip wet and bulging outward from beyond the material. I told her I wanted her panties off and she stood up in front of me, and I helped her slide them off, giving her a nod of the head and an oh how lovely of a comment as she did. I told her that there is nothing more sexy than a mature woman and I could tell she stayed active and healthy since more women in their 50's were not in this nice of shape. She wanted to deny my comment but realized with my smile and approving eyes that I did appreciate her entire body. She straddled me sitting on the sofa and pressed her tits to my face. She held me like that for a minute and told me that it was my turn to receive some pleasure.