Getting to Now Mrs Miller - Pt 7

It was time for tea. I put on some clothes whilst Caron donned her nightie and a dressing gown.

"We can eat first and then I'll go and get changed into something special for you."

The meal was excellent. Carol was a great cook as well as being a very sexy companion in bed. I helped her load the dishes into the dishwasher something I had never seen before. Fifty years ago they were very new to the market but Carol clearly was in a financial situation to make the most of any new innovations on the market.

Then she said she would leave me to my own devices for a little while whilst she attended to making herself "pretty" as she described it. I tried to find something to watch on TV but we were still in the days of black and white. Colour TV was just about on the market but even Carol did not have one of those.

Eventually she returned and it was well worth the wait. She wore an emerald green dress which fell just below her knee. There was a split up the side which gave a glimpse of nylons. She wore a hint of makeup and a soft pink shade of lipstick. I sat there and was genuinely speechless.

Carol gave a twirl and asked. "Will I do?"

I didn't answer for what seemed like ages and I saw the look of disappointment on her face.

Eventually my tongue came to life. "I am genuinely speechless to think you have gone to all this trouble for me. You look ready to go out on the town and not stay in with me."

"I am sure you will make it worth my while." Carol grinned. "Let's get some drinks sorted out and make a night of it."

Carol drifted off into the kitchen and returned with the same drinks as the previous evening. She opened the bottle of wine, poured herself a large glass and snuggled down next to me on the couch. She kissed me gently and I savoured the taste of her lipstick.

"Anything you fancy this evening?" Carol asked and then added before I had chance to. "apart from me of course."

"I am totally in your hands." I replied.

"That's a very tempting thought. Right for starters let's get you more comfortable. I found some of my late husband's shorts that he wore on holiday. They will be a little too big but very comfortable and big might mean easy access. Let's get you undressed and in them." Carol had my t-shirt off with the expertise of a woman who had done that before. Next my belt and zip were undone and in a flash I was naked and donning the shorts Carol had produced. They were a little too big but felt loose and comfortable.

Carol turned and asked me to unzip her dress. "I wanted to wear it for you but it's not ideal for lounging on the sofa."

"More appropriate for a weekend in Brighton." I quipped. Carol pulled out her tongue as she lowered the dress.

If I thought she looked good in it she looked even better without it. She wore a white bra with blank polka dots all over it. Matching knickers which in later life I came to know as French knickers. She had a white suspender belt supporting a pair of barely black stockings. The whole outfit screamed money. They were not the sort of underwear you bought on market stalls in my home town. Those might have been good enough for my mother but not Carol.

She said the dress was quite expensive and went off to the bedroom to hang it up before returning and settling herself down right next to me. Her perfume was intoxicating and soon our hands were all over one another. I loved the feel of her stockings. Another thing I have had a kind of fetish about from an early age

I felt I could say anything to Carol and asked her if she would keep the stockings and suspenders on when we went to bed.

"I'll tell you what." Carol replied. "These are quite expensive ones. I have a lot of other more ordinary pairs. In a minute I will change in to one of those and we can be as rough as we want with them. If they ladder it won't really matter and you can take them home afterwards as a souvenir."

My dick twitched at the idea of wrapping them around my cock in a lonely midweek night at Kate's house.

We spent the next hour like a pair of teenagers making out - lots of kissing and touching and I really loved stroking Carol's nylon covered legs. It's a pleasure that has never left me although fewer and fewer women seem to share the delights. I guess tights are far more practical but every man I ever met longs for the sight of stocking tops and the feel of nylons against the skin.

Eventually I eased Carol free of her bra and my kisses moved from her lips to those wonderful nipples.

"I am going to miss these."

"Perhaps Kate will lend you to me again. I'll try to suggest it. It's not far away from my Sixtieth. Perhaps we could have a weekend away in a fancy hotel."

"Brighton?" I suggested smiling.

"Why not." Carol replied also smiling.

I continued my sucking of Carols nipples before she said. "Think it's time for bed and my little surprise. The way you are going at my nipples I think you will enjoy it .... And me too."

Carol went around locking up and turning off lights and joined me in the bedroom. She let me undo the fastenings on her stockings and let me slide them down her legs. How wonderful. Then she replaced them with a pair from the drawer before removing the delicious knickers she had worn especially for me. It would be lovely to have those as a souvenir but that would clearly spoil the matching set.

I climbed into bed whilst Carol went off towards the bathroom. She returned with two extra-large bath sheets and together we placed them on the bed with Carol instructing. She climbed into bed and we embraced yet again.

Carol turned to her bedside cabinet and took out a small container.

"The last few years I have satisfied my sex drive by reading erotica and magazines. There have been a lot of articles about various things and some stretched my imagination. Thought it might be good to try one with you."

"A guinea pig for Brighton again." I laughed.

"We will have to see." Carol chuckled.

With that she took the container and poured it onto her nipples one by one. It was a sort of chocolate sauce. The kind of thing you put on ice cream but it started to harden quickly as did my dick. In a couple of minutes Carol had two rock hard chocolate nipples.

I couldn't quite believe it but here I was sucking again but this time a taste of chocolate. I realised why Carol had brought the towels as things started to get a little messy as I soon turned her nipples back to their normal appearance.

That had been quite an experience especially as my hands were constantly stroking the nylons at the same time I was sucking.

"Did you like that??" Carol grinned. "Think you might enjoy the next bit even more. Lie back and relax."

I did as I was told and Carol proceeded to apply the liquid chocolate to my erect cock. Again it hardened in a couple of minutes and Carol started to lick it like a chocolate lollipop. Next she put her lips around me and sucked for all she was worth, occasionally nibbling on the chocolate.

Gradually my flesh started to appear from under the chocolate. Carol looked up and I laughed as her face was covered in chocolate. I pulled her to me and we shared our first chocolate flavoured kiss.

"I think it's time that chocolate cock had a treat. Never been shagged wearing stockings before but there is a first time for everything." It seemed like we were managing to work our way through a lot of firsts this weekend and it was still only Saturday night. I was not due back at Kate's till Monday evening which gave us more than enough time to extend Carol's list of new experiences.

She positioned herself on the towels and pulled me towards her. Almost instinctively I slid easily inside her and started to thrust. I was unsure whether Carol wanted to be gentle and slow or fast and frantic.

Carol made the decision for me. "In these stockings I feel like a bit of a slut so fuck me like a slut should be fucked. Give it to me hard and make me scream."

What else was a young man to do.

I thrust even deeper inside and realised how wet and aroused Carol was for a woman of her age.

It felt so good to not to have to wear any protection and I hoped Kate would be able to resolve things soon as it felt so good to be shagging the way that Carol and I were right now. The intensity of the experience was so much better plus the ability to take her without notice was welcome for us both. Every fibre of Carol's fanny seemed to be alive. Every thrust inwards seemed to discover hidden nooks and crannies and she clearly felt it too as she writhed and moved and clutched at the sheets to push herself to meet my thrusts. We both seemed to feel the need to enhance things by vocalising and I made a mental note to use this more in my lovemaking with Kate.

"Oh John, that dick of yours drives me wild. I can't get enough of being fucked by you. Even when it gets sore my fanny still needs more. I love to feel you cumming inside me."

"Your fanny was made for fucking, Carol and I want to spend as much time as possible fucking you before I have to leave"

That seemed to have the desired effect on Carol and spurred her on to greater heights.

"Fuck me as hard as you can John. I need your cum so badly. Fill me up Darling John."

I wanted things to last longer but I was still pretty inexperienced at these things and as I tried to hold back I felt Carol tense under me. She dug her nails into my young back and let out a scream that would have woken the neighbours if there had been any.

That was my signal to release and I filled Carol with what felt like a bucketful of my hot spunk.

I rolled over and we lay wrapped together without a word being spoken for minutes. Eventually Carol started to kiss my chest gently and broke the silence.

"Awesome ... fucking awesome."

Not the most ladylike utterances but it summed up events perfectly.

"Jeremy is going to have a lot to live up to."

"Perhaps I should give him a few pointers." We both laughed. Carol snuggled in my arms and we settled down for another night in her bed.

Soon it was morning and I woke to the familiar sound of Carol pottering around in the kitchen and the smell of more bacon and eggs.

I crept into the kitchen and pushed my morning wood between Carols parted thighs.

"Mmmmm. That feels good. Been thinking since I woke that this weekend I have tried so many things I dreamed about but never expected to experience. There is one thing I have imagined for years but never got to try."

"Sounds interesting." I replied.

"Always fancied being made love to in the open air. We have had some nice weather lately and it might be now or never."

"Now sounds better to me."

"Was hoping you might say that. Get those shorts on whilst we eat breakfast and I will try and think of the right place that's nice and secluded. How about a picnic with me as the dessert?"

I went to put on the adopted shorts and we ate breakfast together.

"How about we go back to bed for an hour and plan the details. What to wear etc." I suggested.

So back to bed we went turning ourselves on at the thought of what was to come later. We decided I would wear the shorts and a t-shirt which should prove easy to remove. Carol decided on a blouse and skirt with no underwear which would allow maximum access to her assets. The only thing was a place to picnic. My knowledge of the area was sparse but eventually Carol came up with a nature reserve she had visited with her grandsons. Picnic tables and lots of walks into areas that were accessible but hidden from prying eyes.

By this time my dick was hard and throbbing and Carol was obviously aroused herself.

"Shame to waste this." she said pushing me onto my back and straddling me. She took my hard cock and guided it to her entrance and encouraged me to enter. One thrust and I was sliding inside as she started a slow shag with me pushing up to meet her thrusts.

Carol was soon in vocal mode.

"Oh John. I just love your cock. Wish there was a way you could leave it here with me. Never been fucked like this, even when I was younger."

She started to bounce with more vigour and her tits bounced in time. Her nipples were just out of sucking reach but that did not stop me playing with them and tweaking and squeezing each one.

I took her backside and helped her movements and soon both of us were approaching that special place again.

"If I were 30 years younger I would love to have your babies." she said surprising me.

It was not even lunch on Sunday and I felt I had run out of fingers to count up the number of times Carol and I had fucked. I wondered if Jeremy had any idea what was in store for him.

I managed to keep my hands off Carol during the afternoon as we prepared for the picnic and another "first" for both of us. Carol's fridge was very well stocked and we ended up with a mini-mountain of various things, some of which were quite foreign to a simple Northern lad but which looked delicious. Although we were intending to eat on one of the picnic benches we took a couple of car rugs and cushions just in case plus they would come in handy when we took a post-picnic walk looking for the right place to enjoy our desserts.

Soon the time came around and things were packed in Carol's car and we set off.

As we reached the end of the drive Carol flicked up her loose skirt showing me she had remembered to leave her knickers at home. She always seemed to know the perfect time to tease me and as we drove I took the opportunity to gently stroke her thigh whenever it felt safe to.

Soon we reached the country park and its picnic area. There were quite a few families around but we easily found a picnic table and I started to carry the bags from the car whilst Carol set things up.

We enjoyed the food and the company and the wine that Carol had brought in a container full of ice but there was constantly that sense of things that were to come.

We packed up the stuff and took it back to the car all except the wine which we decided to take with us. We grabbed the car rugs and pillows and set off on the path that led down towards the small lake. Most of the families were leaving as it was a school day on the Monday and soon we were completely off the beaten track and finding a comfortable and secluded spot as the sun started to fall in the sky.

We made ourselves comfortable and soon were all over one another. I undid the buttons on Carol's blouse and as she was bra-less I was soon enjoying her voluptuous breasts and those ever hardening nipples. On impulse I found myself taking hold of a lump of ice from the cool bag and touched it gently on Carol's left nipple. She jumped and I apologised.

"Actually that was quite nice after the initial shock." Carol said. "Carry on a bit."

The ice got her nipples even harder than before and sucking them so cold was a strange was not unpleasant situation. It was certainly turning Carol on.

She lifted her skirt up to her waist giving me full view of her swollen fanny lips.

"Give my Fanny a quick rub with that ice to cool it down and then stick your young dick in me"

Carol lay back and I gently stroked her fanny with the melting ice cube before I thrust eagerly inside her. Every time seemed to get better as we seemed to be developing that sense of what worked best for one another. As we were outside and did not want to be overheard our lovemaking was somewhat muted compared to other times. Carol resorted to whispering in my ear which was so intimate and so arousing at the same time

"I'm going to miss these fucks." she whispered. "I want to ask you something later as tonight will be our last night together. Something to make it special."

I had no idea what Carol meant and just concentrated on giving her a fuck to remember.

She started to moan but suppressed the desire to scream out but the more she suppressed the more it seemed to arouse her fanny. Soon she reached that place of no return and she gripped me tightly and dug her nails anywhere she could find. I filled her full of my seed and then we lay as the breeze blew over our bodies as we kissed.

We lay there for quite a while as the sun started to set over the small lake.

"Another thing I have never experienced before." Carol gazed into my eyes as we lay together. "I told you I have been reading erotica for a few years and there is one thing that is a constant theme but, again, I have never experienced it." Carol hesitated and I reassured her that we could talk about and share anything. Eventually Carol continued but averted her eyes.

"It's anal." Carol looked at me and realised at my age I was not on the same page.

"It's where the man shags the woman but not in her fanny but up her bum. I read some women who say its awful but others who say it's the best thing that ever happened to them. It seems many older women have got loose in the fanny department by having kids etc but their bum is still tight and there are more sensations. I wasn't going to mention it but you have been so gentle and loving over the weekend I figured if it was ever going to happen you were the ideal one to share it with."

I was quiet for a little while and Carol interpreted that as me being put off and perhaps even a little disgusted which was not the case.

I seemed to have come so far in just a few weeks but my main concern was to please Carol.

"I want to please you in every possible way whilst I have this chance and would love to share anything and everything with you. It's like giving our virginity to one another in a sense. Just one condition - if you feel any pain and want to stop you just say the word."

"I just knew you were the right man for this John and I promise if it is not right we will stop. That lube I bought the other day will help I am sure but we will take things slowly I promise. "

With that we stood up and gathered our things together. Fortunately we had brought a torch with us as the darkness was rapidly descending. By the time we got back to the car it was almost totally dark. We were the only car left on the carpark. We stashed the items in the car and I went round to help Carol into the driver's seat being the young gentleman that I was. But the gentleman in me went missing as my hand strayed under Carol's skirt and started to fondle the cheeks of her bum as we kissed.

Normally I would have found my fingers searching for Carol's fanny but our recent conversation led me elsewhere. My index finger began to press against Carol's rosebud. Very gently. She kissed me passionately which I took as an invitation. She seemed to arch her buttocks and with a bit of pressure my finger slid in to the first knuckle.

I felt Carol shiver. Was it the evening breeze or my finger that had caused it, I slid my finger back a little and pushed in further. Carol shivered again and gently bit my lip.

"Lets get you home and do this properly." she whispered.

With that we were in the car and on our way back to Carol's bungalow. I felt a mixture of trepidation and anticipation at what the next few hours had in store.