I received the sad news recently that my old acquaintance Marion Pevensey had died. I'd known her for many years. She'd been a friend of my parents. I had many memories of her, but one in particular I'll never forget. To this day I remember most of the details, but where I've forgotten I've added what would inevitably have happened.
I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at DIY and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased.
At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies.
Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini.
Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since.
I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans.
Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to move her big double bed a little to get a chair to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a cardboard box under the bed. As I went to push it back, what I saw sent an electric shock through me -- the box contained a collection of pictures of nude women!
The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman looking in her thirties squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy pussy peeping between her bum cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer.
I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realised the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies.
Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice.
"Yes they're pictures of me," she said softly.
I looked up and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips.
"My husband took them" she continued, speaking softly and calmly. "He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory."
She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back.
"He used to like to see me in these," she said. "And taking them off me," she added with a grin.
I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all.
Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-coloured satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down just far enough to show me her pussy. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. Marion spread her legs wide.
"Do you like seeing me nude? Its been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my pussy!"
In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that.
A moment later my hand was down inside Marion's knickers cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers further down her deliciously smooth thighs. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom Marion lifted off her jumper. Her breasts were slung in a cream-coloured bra matching her knickers.
She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them caressing them and exploring them. In spite of her age her breasts were still firm and she had big deep pink nipples poking out stiffly like little corks from lighter pink areoles.
She stepped back from me to slip off her jeans and her knickers. Then she was on the bed, kneeling nude with her legs wide and leaning back so her breasts swung up and forward.
"I loved posing nude for my husband," Marion began. Then she grinned at me. "And for other men. He brought them to watch me do filthy things for them. Sometimes their wives came too and we did dirty things together." Marion grinned as if enjoying a fond memory. "They got their cocks out and wanked themselves over me. You masturbate don't you?"
