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.
