I was in the staff room at work reading a book. "Are you going to Emma's wedding?' I looked up. "Sorry, what did you say" Barbara smiled and repeated her question.
'Oh I don't know now, it will be all couples, I'm not really into that since me and Sophie split and I'm thirty-four, even if the bridesmaids are single they will be ten years younger than me." Emma was a graduate trainee manager, someone who had a degree in something totally irrelevant but was being rushed round several stores to get a grounding in the business, I did like Emma though and she had invited us all to her wedding.
Barbara smiled "Oh Alex you're thirty-four, positively ancient, for fucks sake get back on the horse. I'm a sixty-one year old spinster, for me the horse bolted years ago."
I got on well with Barbara, some found her standoffish and a bit of a moaner, but we liked the same books and films, strangely classic Sci-fi and old dodgy B movies, sometimes we had even chatted about Ballroom dancing while I had still been with my ex-girlfriend, Trying to find new joint interests Sophie had booked us a six week ballroom dancing course, thinking I found 'Strictly' (think Dancing with the stars) interesting, to be honest I had only watched it for the sexist reason of skimpy costumes, I eagerly agreed thinking it might get Sophie into said skimpy costumes, it didn't, leggings and 80's leg warmers became her outfits for dance class, sexier but not what I'd wished for, the dance classes had been the last throw of the relationship dice and we split soon after. While discussing the course with Barbara it turned out she had danced a bit in her teens, after she heard I was having dancing lessons the conversation from a few months before had gone something like...
"I was Butlins Minehead under sixteen champion in 1976 and don't say it!" laughed Barbara
"Say what?"
"You weren't even born then."
"I wasn't going but err... I didn't turn up until a few years after that."
"Anyway, I went to a few more lessons about 10 years ago hoping to meet a sexy partner, but I ended up as the only single person there so I had to dance with the teacher."
"Was he sexy though?"
"Not really SHE had more stubble than you."
So Barbara and I surprisingly had a lot in common but then I realised that I didn't know her back story, I assumed she was a divorcee or perhaps a youngish widow, I'd worked for the business Whitaker's for five years. Barbara had been there for thirty and reminded people frequently.
Back in the present I queried the description of herself. "Spinster? What happened you're an attractive woman." I was lying of course, her hair was an eighties blond perm and she wore flared trousers, baggy tops and flat shoes. Practical but boring.
"Mum died and I ended up looking after Dad, before I knew it I was forty and on the shelf, I might get my glad rags on and party for the first time in ages, I've booked a room so I don't have to worry about driving. I can hit the rhubarb gin."
I mumbled that I might go and went back to work.
Against my better judgement, I walked into the hotel venue at six o'clock three days later. Across the bar I saw Emma chatting to a woman, from the back she looked in her thirties, short red satin dress, knee high boots and most importantly shiny black tights. I had a fetish for shiny tights. A blond bob completed the look, very sexy. Emma's Cousin? Young aunt? Was she single? I approached them casually, my eyes drinking in the boots and tights. The woman turned to look at me and spoke.
"Oh hello, Alex, Emma was just saying that she had put us next to each other for the meal as the only single adults here."
I stared at my work colleague Barbara, gone were the flat shoes and baggy tops. Make up hid the odd wrinkle and highlighted something I had never seen before, a pretty face. she leant forward and whispered.
"And put your tongue back in."
I couldn't help staring, I'd loved Sophie my ex, but she wore jeans and leggings, my secret longing for shiny tights had not been fulfilled in our two year relationship. I looked back towards Barbara, she might be nearly thirty years older than me, in fact just six months younger than my mum, but totally different than the Barbara I had chatted to in the staffroom at work.
An hour later we were seated and listening to the speeches, Barbara turned to me. "So what do you think?"
"Oh the best man was quite funny but the father of the bride was boring."
"To me, you idiot I spent three hours getting rid of my perm and getting a bob cut this morning, then all afternoon shopping for this outfit, I used to love wearing boots."
"Oh...err yes you look very nice."
Barbara rolled her eyes, "oh for fucks sake" I think they said. She dropped her napkin. "Whoops sorry, would you grab that for me. I bent under the table to retrieve it. As my hand touched it Barbara's booted foot kicked it further away. I had no choice but to go under the table. A phone came down under the table in Barbara's hand, the torch function lit the darkness, I read a message written on the napkin, 'Do you like what you see?" I didn't understand what it meant.
Gradually Barbara's booted nylon clad legs parted. I had been wrong she wasn't wearing tights, she was wearing stockings and suspenders. But most importantly no panties. There in front of me was a gloriously blond pussy, I'd often wondered if Barbara, as well having a perm had died her hair. Nope the cuffs matched the collar as it were and was neatly trimmed as well. I couldn't help it. My head went between her trim sixty odd year old thighs. suddenly my head was clamped in place. Her pussy just inches from my tongue. I started to lick. A hand came down and pushed me further in, the short dress now covering my head totally. I licked her clitoris quickly, Barbara's hand pushing and pulling my head making me thrust deeper and deeper in with my tongue. The shiny nylon stockings brushed against my cheeks and ears, turning me on even more, I grabbed at her leather clad calves and stroked the smooth boots, I had a raging hard on between my legs and no way of relieving it, perhaps a quick trip to bathroom might help. Eventually she pulled my head away and closed her legs shutting up shop.. I couldn't believe what had just happened, oral sex with a sixty one year under a table at a wedding.
Her hand grabbed my collar and pulled me up, I used the napkin I had picked up and wiped her pussy juices from my face. Barbara grabbed it and turned it over, using her lipstick wrote 'room 101 - 20 minutes'
I grinned, "is that really your room number?"
She nodded.
"Doesn't room 101 hold my worst fears?" I asked
"Today it's your Fantasy Island," came the reply.
Announcing it loudly to the table, Barbara explained she had a headache and was going to have a rest for an hour before the tables were cleared and the dancing began in the function room next door and disappeared towards her room. Was I really going to her room, I'm guessing she was offering me sex and not a cup of tea. I kept looking at my watch, after fourteen minutes I had made a decision and couldn't wait any longer. I got up, screwed up the napkin and tossed it onto my now finished plate, then headed towards the rooms, ready with an excuse of checking on Barbara if anyone asked where I was going. The excuse wasn't needed nobody paid me any attention, I seemed invisible, two minutes later I stood in front of Room 101. what would it hold for me, desire or disaster? I raised my hand and knocked on the door.
How would I be greeted by my co-worker, stark naked with varicose veins and saggy tits? The door opened to reveal the stockings, boots and a bra holding a pair of pert tits a twenty year old would have been proud of. Still no panties, the blond bob cut was still perfect not hair out of place on her head and non down below, a nice neat triangular shaped shave gave me a splendid view of the goods on offer. Even at nearly retirement age, Barbara looked gorgeous.
"Come in then I don't want the room opposite getting an eyeful." I followed her into the room. "Now fairs fair. You've seen my offering lets see yours. She undid my belt and undid the button. My trousers fell to the floor, My boxers stood out like a tent. In this case a bell end tent. I lowered them down. My hard on impressed her, she licked her lips and knelt down her mouth around the tip, her tongue licking my pre-cum. "Lovely and salty" came the muffled voice.
"Don't talk with your mouthful, you knows its rude," now it was my turn, I put my hand into her newly straightened hair and tousled it. She kept gobbling at my dick. I was going to cum. I wondered that if I did, could I rise to the occasion again for a fuck if it was on offer later. I decided to risk it and let Barbara carry on, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her lips gently caressed my hard on. She might be a spinster as she described herself but she clearly knew what she was doing. I couldn't hold back and shot my load into her mouth, she quickly removed her mouth and pumped my remaining cum onto her face. The translucent liquid was all around her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked it from her lips and chin.
She looked at me mischievously and spoke,"I'm going to go and clean up and you can get stripped off and into bed and see if you've got what it takes to go again."
I looked at her sexy legs and my dick was already beginning to stir. "I reckon if you leave those stockings and boots on I might"
She grinned and did a sexy swagger to the bathroom.
Two minutes later she exited the bathroom, her face now cleaned off, her bra was now missing and her surprisingly firm tits looked fantastic. She had left the boots on as I had requested. I was lying on the bed ready for the inevitable, a thought cross my mind... "Err, I haven't got one."
"Got what?"
"A condom, safe sex and all that..."
