Jean Thorpe laughed allowed as her husband Jim introduced his friend Jim to her.
The cause of her laughter was the fact that Jean had been looking for a volunteer to play the part of Santa's little helper for the forthcoming visit to the children's ward at the hospital where she worked.
Jim stood 6'3" and had a very muscular, athletic build, also he was very black, not that the last had much to do with anything, neither Jean nor her husband Dave were racist, it was just that it might prove a little difficult to pass him off in the character role.
Jean composed herself and sighed, reasoning that Jim was better than nothing and at least he was keen to help, which was more than Dave was, in fact Dave having delivered Jim safely into Jean's hands believed that his part was now done and made his excuses to leave for the pub.
Jean and Jim continued to joke as Jean said they should make a start finding him a costume to fit, Jean eyeing his muscular frame and musing that this might prove to be a challenge.
The two went off to the small room that Jean had been assigned for the task and started to rummage through the bits and pieces of costumes that had been donated.
Holding up a green top Jean held it against Jim's massive chest, yes that might fit she thought allowed and encouraged Jim to try it on.
Jim removed his shirt and for the first time Jean felt a sexual tingling deep inside, being alone with this giant of a man in such close confines, his sheer physical presence compared to her diminutive little frame sent shudders through her body.
She felt her nipples tingle and stiffen somewhat in her bra again sending slight sexual signals racing around her body.
The sight of Jim's now naked torso did little to dampen her ardour, his chest was smooth and very muscular, he smelt somewhat raw, a slight hint of sweat, not a stale smell more a kind of sweet fresh manly smell, she struggled mentally to quite pinpoint what it was but concluded that whatever it was it was decidedly pleasant and very masculine.
Dave & Jean had been happily married for sixteen years, neither had, nor felt the need to stray from the marital bed, Jean would not say that the earth moved for her when she and Dave made love, but it was satisfying enough she thought.
At 38 Jean was at the peak of womanhood, her job as a nurse helped keep her in good trim.
She stood around 5' 2" in stockinged feet, her figure was slightly more ample than she'd prefer although men would probably disagree. Her measurements were 36C-26-34 and Dave often remarked how all her bits were in the right places. She often had her long blonde hair pinned up, like today when only a few stray wisps hung down her neck.
Today she had worn a simple T Shirt and denim skirt outfit, the skirt was mid thigh and accentuated her shapely legs well, in deed, after bearing three children Jean was a true MILF, of course this was a phrase not actually known to her at the time.
Jim eased his muscular frame into the top which stretched across his broad chest and although fitting snugly, appeared to do the Job.
Next Jean unearthed some dark green leggings, well thick tights would be more accurate, throwing them over and suggesting Jim pop into the loo which was handily in an ante room off of the room they were using.
Returning a few minutes later the sight that presented itself before Jean made her draw breath deeply, her eyes were drawn to the outline of the huge weapon that was entrapped within the tights, try as he might Jim had not been able to hide the monstrous appendage and as Jean's eyes roved around his crotch she could have sworn that the thing was creeping further down his thigh, in fact it hung half way down to his knees and was still only semi hard.
Jean's mind raced at the highly erotic sight before her, she was also aware that for the first time in years her pussy had decided to self lubricate without the aid of foreplay. Her nipples were now fully erect and strained through her bra to form two peaks poking out through her T Shirt, certainly Jim could not miss the changing appearance of her body.
Her face and neck were flushed with sexual arousement, her nostrils flared slightly as her breathing became deeper, slightly more laboured, Jean's head was dizzy with the first flushes of lust that coursed through her veins.
Never, she thought, had a man had this effect on her.
She had seen plenty of cocks in her time as a nurse, but somehow this one seemed superior to all those others, more menacing, more threatening, more satisfying.
As if sensing Jean's need, Jim closed the gap between them placing his massive hands on her shoulders.
Jean's eyes were about level with the nipples poking out through the green stretchy top covering his chest.
Slowly Jean let her eyes move upwards until they met his.
Jim lowered his mouth to cover Jean's and she let him, disgusted with her self for being so easy but being unable to resist this wonderfully powerful and erotic man.
