My names Kevin and I'm thirty three years old. I've recently been appointed deputy head at a school and have been in post for one term. During the summer holiday I was completing a piece of work in collaboration with Liz the school office manager. It was three days work but on the middle Wednesday she informed me that she had to remain at home as she was awaiting a delivery and needed to be there to sign for it. She suggested that we could do the work at her house, if I didn't mind. I could see no problem, as we both had our laptops with all the information we required, and agreed to her suggestion.
We'd had an excellent day on the Tuesday and had done a considerable amount of the task. I arrived at her house at about nine-o'clock on the Wednesday and Liz welcomed me in. She showed me through to the kitchen-breakfast room and she offered me a coffee. After coffee we went upstairs to her office. We worked very productively until about eleven thirty when the door bell rang. Liz went down and answered the door, it was her delivery. She then shouted up that she was going to make a drink and to come down and join her. I finished what I was doing and went down to the lounge. "Hot drink, cold drink or something stronger," she shouted from the kitchen.
"A cold drink would be perfect, it's a little early for anything stronger," I responded.
"It's home-made lemonade, is that O.K." she said carrying two tall glasses into the lounge.
"That's fine," I added as Liz sat down in the armchair opposite me.
"We've done well again today, we'll soon have it finished," she commented.
"Well we nearly didn't get any work done today," I informed her.
"Why ever not?" she questioned.
"It was a couple of male members of staff who told me I'd be going into the 'spiders web' if I came round here." I informed her.
"Spiders Web?" she queried.
"Yes, they think you're a bit of a man eater."
"Do they now?" she said a hint provocatively. "And what about you?"
Unfortunately I'd put myself in a rather tricky position. Liz is in her early forties, incredibly slim and slender with small boobs and a cute little bum. She's got pretty eyes and an attractive mouth. All in all a good-looking package. I wasn't sure what to say as I didn't want to offend her. "I don't agree with them but I think you could be classed as a MILF," I eventually responded.
"I see... a MILF," she said looking directly at me. "So would you?" she asked.
"Err.....certainly, if it was on offer," I said nervously having been caught on the hop. "Any guy would with such a good looker," I stated honestly.
"And if it was on offer would it bother you that I'm a work colleague or that I'm married?"
"No. Not at all."
"I see... In that case we need to go back upstairs, but not to the office. I don't think we're going to get much more school work done today," she stated quite boldly.
"Don't you?" I replied suggestively.
"I hope not," she said as she stood up. She took hold of my hand, helped me up and led me to the stairs. We quickly ascended and I followed her through a door into a large bedroom containing a sizeable low slung dark brown leather bed. "Is this a big enough playground for you?" she enquired rather cheekily.
"Plenty big enough," I added giving her a smile.
"You will play nicely, won't you?" she said teasingly.
"Come here and let me show you how nice I can be," I suggested. She came over and I placed my hands behind her head, lowered my mouth towards hers until our lips met and I kissed her. Her lips parted as my tongue worked its way into the warmth of her mouth slowly entwining and playing with her tongue. "Is that nice enough for you?" I asked quietly as our lips parted.
"It will do fine as a starting point," she replied. I reached out and slowly started undoing the buttons on her black blouse, from top to bottom. She undid the buttons on the sleeves. I eased it off her shoulders and down her arms which revealed that she was wearing a black lacy bra covering her small boobs. I reached behind her and popped open the button on the waistband of her black skirt. I located the zipper and slid it down. With a little tug the black material fell to the floor and I watched as her black stiletto clad feet stepped out of it. To my surprise, but total satisfaction, I could see she was wearing a black lacy thong, that matched her bra, I like women in matching underwear, but best of all she was wearing black hold up stockings. I'm glad she wasn't wearing tights, such a turn off.
"Oh yes! A five star MILF I'd say," I commented.
"Thank you young man," she said jokingly. "Now let's see what you've got for me," she continued, as she began divesting me of my shirt and trousers. I was soon left standing in just my white Calvin Klein trunks, I don't wear socks in summer. "Mmm.. looks good," she said. We came close together again with me standing behind her this time and I kissed around her neck. My hands were feeling her wonderful smooth skin, around her waist, across her back and the wonderful orbs of her bum cheeks. She also smelt terrific the perfume she was wearing was wonderful and subtle. I reached up behind her and unclasped her bra slowly removing it.
"Superb little tits," I said on seeing them in the full length mirror opposite.
"They're not too small?" she questioned a little anxiously.
"Not at all," I reassured her as I fondled each small mound of flesh. "They're wonderful and firm and your nipples are long and hard. I think someone's already quite excited."
"It's the thought of being fucked," she said quite candidly.
"Is that what I'm going to do?"
"I hope so. It's what I'd like."
"If I'm going to have you you'll have to lose your thong," I informed her as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and lowered them to the floor. They slipped over her shoes and off. In the mirror I could see the reflection of a landing strip of dark hair disappearing down between her legs. Her pussy looked inviting. "Would you like a massage?" I enquired.
"Ooh! that sounds good. There's some oil on the shelf in the bathroom," she informed me.
"Go and lie down and make yourself comfortable and I'll get the oil." I crossed over to the bathroom and located the bottle. I had a little giggle to myself when I saw the name on the label 'Cowshed - Horny Cow - Seductive Body Oil'. I returned to the bedroom and slipped off my shorts before moving over to the bed. Liz was lying face down and I straddled her body, kneeling either side of her waist, before sitting in the small of her back. I poured a little oil into my hands and rubbed them together. "The oil smells great, I hope it won't be too cold," I informed her before placing my hands on her back just over her shoulder blades. I slowly began kneading the flesh beneath my palms.
"Mmm... that's nice," she said quietly in response to the pressure. I slowly worked up to her shoulders and down each arm, applying a little more oil as necessary. I worked back up before concentrating on the nape of her neck. I lingered there for a time as her sighs indicated she was enjoying my actions. I then gradually moved all the way down her back, on both sides of her spine, loosening the stress in her muscles. "You had quite a bit of tension and a few knots in there," I said on reaching her lower back.
"I'm sure they're all gone now," she replied in a quiet and voice. "That was wonderful."
"We're not finished yet," I informed her as I moved to the foot of the bed. "Come here," I said, softly, catching hold of her ankles and gently pulling and sliding her towards me at the end of the bed. I also took the opportunity to part her legs a little and I could now glimpse the dark folds of her mature pussy lips. I knelt on the floor and starting at her feet I worked my way up each leg in turn slowly massaging her, little by little, until reaching her hamstrings at the backs of her thighs. she seemed totally contented if her little sighs were any indication.
I moved and joined her on the bed. I encouraged her to raise her hips and placed several pillows underneath her whilst at the same time coaxing her to spread her legs a little wider, to which she responded readily. As well as her pussy lips I could now see the dark puckered ring of her arse hole as her anal cleft was more open like this. I drizzled a little oil directly on to her pretty, petite bum cheeks whilst ensuring that a small amount trickled into her crack. "Ooh!" Liz responded in surprise. I took hold of her bottom, one orb in each hand, and kneaded and massaged the warm smooth flesh whilst pulling her cheeks wide apart. "Mmm... that's so nice, don't stop," she encouraged in contented fashion. I granted her wish and continued my massage of her buttocks. After a time I slid a finger on each hand down between her legs pushing together her pussy lips. "Aagh!" she responded positively to my first contact with her sex. I moved my fingers slowly up and down the outside of her snatch which showed indications that Liz had a very prominent clit. This intrigued me and I wanted to see more so I gently pulled her dark folds apart which revealed the contrasting pink shiny flesh of her slit. As I gazed down my eyes worked their way from her gorgeous looking love hole towards her love button which was still shielded by the wrinkled skin of the outer covering.
I was ready to taste the goodies that this wonderful sight held in store. I lowered my head and poked out my tongue gently swirling it around the entrance to her butt hole. "Mmm... that's a very intimate massage," she commented. "I love being rimmed," she added encouragingly.
"That's good," I replied, before continuing with my tonguing and then licking over her perineum.
"Ooh! stop there it's nice," she instructed. I'd intended to as it's an area I know is quite sensitive for most women but is often neglected. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed when my tongue moved on and probed into her love hole.
