This is a continuation of the previous two quite brief chapters which you ought to read to get the full sense of this one. I hope you enjoy it.
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And so it did indeed continue. One Saturday evening I was round her place watching football on the telly. My team doesn't normally do very well but they had won a big game that afternoon against the league leaders and the highlights were on Match of the Day. Elizabeth wanted to go to bed without saying so straightforwardly. I was quite happy to - but after the footy. I'd shagged her already in the middle of the afternoon when I came round so I was in no great hurry. Besides I'd had to sit through some mind-numbingly crap programme she wanted to watch earlier. I purposely sat in another chair facing the telly. It was a bit rude but a fair hint also.
She sat on the settee to my left just in my peripheral vision. She wore her half moon glasses which I knew she only wore for reading (and for turning me on) and not watching TV so I knew something was up. She had on a blue and white dress that buttoned down the middle. More distractingly she also wore smoky grey stockings. Elizabeth had great legs albeit quite plump the further they went up. Anyhow, they were the best preserved part of her body. She kept crossing and uncrossing them making a slight swishing sound as she did it. Any time I stole a glance in her direction she looked over her half-moon glasses and gave me a knowing smile which I ignored. She moved to the far end of the settee and sat more on the edge pretending to take an interest in the game. In fact moving to her new position put her at a more oblique angle to the TV but did bring her more directly into my field of vision.
She uncrossed her legs and held them slightly apart. Her dress flopped down in between thighs not revealing too much but I did notice that the hem was higher than I would have expected and her knees were visible. The sexual tension was rising but I tried to concentrate on the game. The next time I looked the hem had ridden well past her knees and her thighs had parted. Given that I was supposed to be watching the telly I couldn't stare long enough to see far up between her legs. She pretended this time not to notice that I was looking fixing her eyes oh so innocently on the TV. I saw her rearranging her self again out of the corner of my eye. The dress was hitched right up her legs were apart, I could see the tops of her smoky grey stockings and then wondrous to behold, her white panties in the centre. Call me a perv but there is something about a woman's white panties that drives me wild.
All thoughts of football vanished from my head. I looked at her crotch and then her face. She returned my gaze steadily over her half moon glasses. She crooked her finger and beckoned me towards her, parting her legs even more. She'd also undone the top button of her dress and the valley of her cleavage was clearly visible too. I looked at her crotch again, mesmerised and found myself shuffling towards her on my knees until I was there before her. I kissed her on the lips which she allowed briefly but putting her hands on my shoulders she forced me down. I kissed her breasts but I was still in the wrong place and she pushed me even further down until I was level with her thighs. Now I was in the right position.
She leaned back on the settee, pushing groin towards me. I put my hands on her dress and pushed it right up her hips. I kissed her left knee and then planted kisses all the way up her thigh until I came to her stocking top. I repeated the exercise on her right leg. I gazed at the amazing sight that was her panty covered groin. She put a leg on each of my shoulders and drew me to her. I kissed the material of her panties, smelling her body and her warmth and tasting her womanhood underneath. Her calves were hooked right round me now and she pressed me even further in but I pushed back, disengaging but only so I could take her panties off to give me unfettered access. I took my own top off and then dived back in for my supper. I licked her hairy quim until it ached and she reached down and pulled my head even closer so that I could hardly breath as I played with clit with my lips she came and washed my face with her juices. Of course I had a raging hard on by this time and unzipped my fly. But she would not let me do anything straight away. She stood up her clothes in disarray, took my cock in her hand and tugged me in to the bedroom where I had to undress her completely before I was allowed back between her thighs again to consummate the whole evening. I never did get to see the football -- by all reports it was the best game we played all season! I really needed to get some control back!
Later the following week I arrived in the early evening and she was already in her robe. We got to her living room and we kissed passionately. She broke off and gave me her come on smile made lewder by her old lined and excited face and her half-moon glasses. She lightly touched my cock seeming to know exactly the spot to rub underneath my trousers. I started unbuttoning her robe and quickly took it off to lie in a heap on the floor.
She stood before me proudly in a white see-through camisole and knickers. Her large breasts sagged onto her belly and I could see the outline of her nipples beneath the gauzy fabric. The front panel of her knickers was not see through but shiny and satiny and I gazed at it. It was simultaneously grotesque and extremely exciting. She then played out our little ritual:
"Do you like what you see?"
"I do!"
"Tell Elizabeth what you want to do!"
"I want to kneel down and kiss between your legs."
"Ask me properly."
"Please Elizabeth, may I kneel down and kiss between your legs?"
"Of course you may, darling, but Elizabeth needs to get you ready."