It Only Takes A Moment

It was fate that brought us all together happening like this. I was cycling past a parked, yellow Ford Capri car when the driver's door suddenly opened crashing into me. The force of the impact sent me sailing arse over tit and I landed feeling stunned.

As I lay dazed, I heard the voice of a concerned female asking if I was alright. Opening my eyes, I saw the owner of the voice was crouched down in a most unladylike position next to me, her legs apart and full skirt awry. I blinked in disbelief at the glorious sight of her stocking tops and suspenders and the naked flesh above them. The lady bent closer to get my attention, her perfume overpowering the space between us.

'Can you move?' She enquired.

I was pretty sure I could. However, as a fervent admirer and connoisseur of classy mature women wearing discerning lingerie, I had no intention of relinquishing such a provocative sight. Expressly now, as the woman in question had inadvertently readjusted herself and allowed the skirt of her grey and white polka-dot dress to gape wider. This assured me the further pleasure of seeing past the lacy-topped black stockings and suspenders, to a slash of crimson satin covering her pussy. I breathed deeply absorbing the arresting image.

'See if you can sit up.' She encouraged. I knew I was able to but the erotic fascination of her thighs and captivating lingerie was compelling me to lie still. Sadly, however, with exaggerated effort, I moved to a sitting position acknowledging the fact I wasn't seriously hurt.

'Come into the house and rest for a while.' The lady offered. 'Have a brandy for your shock.' I thanked her and got to my feet noting the front wheel and fork of my bike were mangled beyond repair. I picked it up and leaned it against the wall of her garden. 'I really am sorry I caused all this.' She said indicating my bike. 'Naturally, I will pay for the damage.' The voluptuous and aromatic lady took my arm and led me limping indoors.

In the lounge she sat me down and poured two brandies from a decanter sitting on the sideboard. Handing me a glass her attention was drawn to my torn chinos and the blood seeping through.

'Oh God! That looks bad.' She pronounced. 'Bring your drink and follow me. I'll dress it for you in the bathroom.' I followed behind as we climbed the stairs and with each tread I resisted the urge to run my hand beneath her skirt and stroke her stocking tops. Christ! Not only had she inflicted me with a wound and mangled my bike, now she was giving me a hard-on!

The leg of my chinos was too tight to roll up far enough for the lady to effect first aid on the bleeding gash, so she told me to take them off. I complied passively and removed them as directed. She indicated a stool to sit on then dropped to her knees to closer examine my wound.

'Ouch! It needs cleaning first.' She exclaimed. 'I'll get the antiseptic and gauze and then apply some surgical strips to hold the flesh together. Hopefully it will stop the bleeding. But if you want, I'll drive you to the hospital because it really needs stitches.'

'No, I'm sure you'll do a first class job with your healing hands.'

'OK, but you'd better add a new pair of chinos to the ruined bicycle account.'

Her levity broke the formality that, up to this point had existed, and I sensed my todger twitch at the touch of her fingers performing first aid on my naked thigh. I pulled my shirt tail over the blatant bulge in my shorts hoping to disguise its twitching, but to no effect. Her face was within centimetres of the problem and surely couldn't fail to notice my shirt tail moving. Just as I found it impossible not to stare down into her cleavage, thanks to the top button of her dress being undone.

'My name's Peter Dickson.' I said offering a hand in the hope of distracting her.

'I'm Dee, Dee Shepard.' She replied taking it. I held on to it longer than was necessary because I liked her touch. 'Married to Adrian, who's away in Scotland at the moment. You married?

'Yes to Julie.'

'Well, Peter, we'll have to stop meeting like this.' Dee teased as she continued with her first aid.

I wasn't interested in Dee's age but couldn't resist trying to estimate it. She epitomised the ladies who consistently managed to look younger than her actual years and this particular lady was no exception. I admit I had a penchant for large, elegantly dressed women and at that moment I found myself in heaven.

Her maturity was exciting me, especially her large melon-like breasts -- a carnal thirst which I'd acquired in my teens. She was best described as statuesque her full figure and ripe bosom given a bountiful appearance by the grey and white spotted dress that clung to her voluptuousness. It featured a button-up fastening and a knee-length skirt that rustled and hissed, providing Dee with a defined signature tune. Another seductive attribute was the rasping of her stockings when her thighs rubbed against each other beneath the skirt.

All in all Dee was a symphony of sexual susurration. An erotic composition that drew my eyes to her glorious breasts, large yet shapely enough to hold the attention of any male. In fact, so firm looking were Dee's delightful tits and so beautifully presented for seduction, I started to wonder what style of lingerie gave them such a mouthwatering appearance.

Dee finished treating my wound but seemed in no hurry to move or get to her feet. She placed the palms of her hands on my naked thighs, their bright red fingernails softly digging into my flesh. My cock throbbed and the shirt tail covering it waved a greeting. Dee looked up at me expectantly and caught me smirking at her.

'What's triggered that grin then?' Dee asked.

'I was just thinking about the one thing missing from your medicine cabinet.'

'And what would that be?' Dee replied looking puzzled.

'A nurses uniform. I was just picturing you wearing one.'

It was Dee's turn to smirk and somehow her reply didn't come as a surprise.

'Well, Peter. I'd like you to know I do have a nurses outfit. I wear it occasionally when the mood dictates. You know, when Adrian feels like role-play and wants me to dress up for him.'

I swallowed hard not daring to believe the kind of sex life she shared with her husband.

'Really!'

'Oh yes. In actual fact I love wearing it, even though it's a little snug these days. It comes complete with stockings and suspenders and high heels. If you wish I'll put it on for you. I'm already wearing the black stockings and suspenders. See.' Dee lifted her skirt to show me. I know you gentlemen like your women to wear them and I suspect you are no different.' She announced dropping the skirt.

'Also, I can offer you other costumes to tempt your desires. I have several maids outfits, a policewomen, a complete range of academic costumes, which include you know what! A fairy, a Bo Peep and a Wonder woman.'

'Wow!' I gasped. 'That's some offer. One you don't hear everyday.'

Dee dropped her gaze to the stirring of my shirt tail and drew her nails down my thigh flesh. 'Well, the offer stands. Just like your erection. Now, is there any other affliction I can help you with?' Dee asked her voice dripping with sexual innuendo.

'Why Nurse Shepard, what do you mean?' I said acting coyly and all too aware that the gorgeous bitch was offering to tug my cock. Dee pulled my shirt tail aside and nodded at the bulging shorts underneath. I tried to hide my affliction.

'Don't be bashful, Peter.' She cooed.

'I'm not being prudish, Dee. I'm thinking it's a shame there's a Mr Shepard who might object to his wife giving me a hand-job. And a Mrs Pitt who definitely would.'

'Peter, there's just you and me, alone. No Adrian, no Julie. Who's to know if we get a little dirty? I'll let you into a secret. Adrian and I like to do a little swinging now and then, and if Adrian were here at this moment he would probably encourage us. Probably want to take some pictures too!'

'What!' Was all I could say.

'It's a mutual thing. He gets a kick out of being cuckolded and I love trying different cocks. Yes, Peter, I love being fucked while he watches me. Then when we're lying in bed he loves me to wank him, while relating the way I felt being fucked by my latest admirer. Afterwards we fuck like there's no tomorrow and in the morning life goes back to normal!'

'There's never any remorse?' I ask incredulously.

'Never. Occasionally, while being fucked by a cuckold, I summon Adrian over and suck his cock at the same time. Christ, Peter, servicing two cocks together is an amazing experience for me. A really dirty, sexy experience being fucked by one cock and sucking another.'

This conversation had taken on a seriously lascivious aspect, which I was enjoying.

'Fuck me, Dee. I can imagine that such a narrative from your sweet lips must turn Adrian on -- just like it's doing to me. But servicing two cocks at the same time, wow! Do you do double penetration? Pussy and arse together?'

'We have tried at times, but it's not that easy. I can't relax sufficiently, which usually means frustration and an early ejaculation for whoever is trying to enter me from behind. So, what I encourage between Adrian and my cuckold, is to have them both cum over my face. Adrian likes to cum first, which usually incenses the cuckold to fuck me harder and shoot his load over me too.

'Have you ever witnessed two or more people fucking, Peter?' Dee wanted to know. 'And I don't mean on screen. I mean live, in the flesh, exercising their lust and desires. The sounds of their mutual pleasure filling the air.' Dee closed her eyes appearing to fantasise about such action. 'The grunting, the moaning and the obscenities while they fuck and cum. It is out of this world! Do you think Julie would let me watch you fucking her? Let me join in?'

'Christ, Dee, wouldn't that be great! But I'm afraid impossible. We have a great sex-life - nothing like yours - but Julie likes it kept behind the bedroom door. However, I can dream about you in the nurses outfit during future fucks.' I paused conjuring up the scenario.

Driven by lust and the sexual images filling my brain, I suddenly desired to see Dee out of her dress. See what else she had on beneath it. To further this challenge, and as a natural progression to our present situation, I sat forward on the stool and cupped her face with my hands. I stroked her soft hair and eventually leaned down to kiss her brightly painted, pouting lips.

Our mouths were nearly touching when Dee's tongue shot out and licked my lips. I instantly reciprocated, the taste of her lipstick unleashing a ferocious passion within me. Our tongues fenced back and forth seeking dominance until I relented and allowed her to concentrate on sucking mine. It felt as if she was trying to tear it from my throat.

When I was allowed to, I reciprocated and resorted to nibbling and sucking her lips, licking around her mouth. Dee returned the pleasure leaving our faces glistening with saliva.

'Nurse Shepard,' I gasped. 'Let me be perfectly honest. You are without doubt the most gorgeous, passionate woman I've ever kissed. Also, you are without doubt the dirtiest and sexiest mature lady I could ever wish to meet. You have a body that excites and breasts that thrill. You are elegant, chic and from what I've seen of your lingerie, you have a very discerning taste. One I'd love to explore further.'

'Then, Mr Pitt.' Dee acknowledged. 'I suggest we repair to my bedroom where you can explore to your heart's delight! Follow me.'

I picked up my chinos and trailed behind Dee and her exaggerated mincing walk. She told me to sit on the bed while she proceeded to unbutton her dress.

'No, Dee! Let me do that please. I've been relishing that pleasure.'

I stood up to face her, my trembling fingers eager for the moment.

'Christ, Dee, your breasts are magnificent.' I blurted out. 'Wonderful! They look so firm.'

'I am proud of them, Peter.' Dee replied cupping their amazing girth. She jiggled her tits provocatively before taking my hands and placing them on the shapely mounds of flesh. ' What do you think? What is your opinion?'

'Fucking hell, Dee. They feel awesome!'

'They feel even more awesome without a bra. So hurry up and undo these buttons.'

As the top one was already undone I started on the next one then the next, somewhat disappointed to discover no bra of any description. However Dee's imposing cleavage more than made up for the anticlimax. I was undoing the next button when Dee asked. 'What lingerie would you like to see me wearing?' I gave her question some thought as I opened the button. 'You already know the colour of my stockings.' She added.

'Speaking as a fetishist and lingerie connoisseur, my first choice would be a full-length slip with matching bra and panties. Possibly in red?'

If you recall I'd already seen her panties when lying in the road, so I was hoping everything else matched.

'Very precise,' Dee whispered. 'And an excellent guess with the colour because...' Dee's fingers took over from mine to undo another of the buttons. 'I am wearing a red bra with matching panties.' She declared joyfully.

I stared. Dee's large breasts were nestled in a red satin bra, with mounds of expansive flesh either side of her deep cleavage creating a mesmerising sight. 'I'm sorry there's no full-length slip. though.' She added.

'So am I. God, I've fantasised about mature ladies ever since my teenage days and now that fantasy has turned to reality. I've finally found my mature woman. Dee, you are a very special lady.' I buried my face in her cleavage quite unashamed of my confession. 'Even when I'm making love to Julie,' I mumbled into the cavernous depth. 'My predilection for older women drives my libido. And when I'm enjoying masturbation, too.'

'Peter, you are very honest. I'd love to be your special lady.' My heart leapt at her words.

'I'd love that, too, Dee.' I said straightening up and gazing into her eyes. We indulged in more passionate kissing until she reminded me that her dress was only half undone. I fumbled with the remaining buttons then stopped to drink in the glorious sight of her breasts cupped the red satin bra.

I reached for them cherishing their size. They were gorgeous and felt firm beneath the smooth red satin. I squeezed them forcefully watching their shape alter before Dee pushed me away. She did a twirling tease for me, finishing by holding open the two halves of the spotted grey material. I swooned and sat back on the bed to drink in the vision of her full, voluptuous body.

'Well, Peter, shall I put on the nurses uniform? Or are you happy to see me like this?' Dee said slipping off her dress to display the rest of her underwear. Having approved of her red bra, my eyes were drawn to a black corset cinched around her waist, a tier of hooks and eyes doing its darnedest to control flesh.

'Can we leave that until another time -- if there should be another time. What I'm looking at now is perfect.'

'I'm so pleased you think so.'

Dee's figure hugging corset was damn sexy. I loved its erotic appeal with the suspenders affixed to her black stockings. It was doing a grand job of shaping up Dee's older woman appeal.

'As well as holding me resolutely, they can look really sexy these days and, I still get to wear stockings and panties.' Dee said spinning around to ensure I got a 360* view. She ended up facing away from me giving me a chance to run my fingers over the red nylon panties covering her arse cheeks. Before I knew what I was doing, my digits had burrowed between her thighs and into the red satin in search of her pussy.

Slowly and gently my fingers automatically established a come hither movement seeking her labia. Dee groaned softly, trembling as I pulled the panties down to expose her arse. I kissed each cheek tenderly and slapped them hard making Dee wince. She seemed to enjoy the moment, but I felt obliged to lick each glutinous buttock to ease the stinging.

Dee gave a sigh of encouragement as my face pushed its way between the bounteous humps of pink flesh. At the same time my fingers actively sought admittance to her pussy, the wetness of her tumescent labia aiding my digits. Dee welcomed my attention by pressing my hand firmly against her cunt.

'Keep doing that, Peter. Bring me to the edge.'

'Then can I Tongue your arse?'

'You can tongue me from head to toe if you wish.' She replied.

I spent the next few minutes toying with Dee's G-spot and clit. There was no curbing her inhibition and demonstrative appreciation of my efforts, in fact her vociferous gratitude was driving me wild. But, before we got to the fucking stage I wanted to spend more time frolicking in the bitch's arse. Why? I don't know. It has never appealed previously. But darling Dee was releasing fantasies I never realised I possessed.

'Peter,' She whispered. 'Let me see how good is your foreplay technique. Stick your tongue in my arse-hole. Ream me as deep as you can.'

'With pleasure my darling.' I replied. I'd never done this to Julie or any other woman, but the appeal of this unfamiliar, yet novel act excited my stiff cock no end. But in order to proceed I had to forego fingering her pussy, something I was loathe to do. But knew there would be other chances during the course of the afternoon. So, grasping the suspender straps of her corset I buried my face in Dee's heavenly valley hoping to appease her wanton wishes.

Somewhere deep in my sexual psyche, I anticipated something mutual in return later on -- well you never know! Fuck! I'd only known the woman for two hours and I was about to lick her arse. What other sexual aberrations could she propose.

'Dee, you have a divine arse.' I muttered pushing my nose up and down between her big cheeks.

Dee looked over her shoulder and said. 'I taste even better. Use your tongue.'

She assisted my endeavour by spreading her arse cheeks wider, the grossly wrinkled anal aperture much in evidence and awaiting my therapeutic attention. I curled my tongue and tentatively advanced it. Dee's body shivered with anticipation and my knob tingled excitedly at the sensation. I found gratifying this dirty bitch's bizarre appetite exciting, adding spice to the act.

The tip of my clapper probed around her entrance before delving as deep as possible. Dee cried out in ecstasy. Her enthusiastic response emboldening me to force it harder.

'You're good at this, Peter.' Dee whispered. 'Very good! Sometimes I have a butt-plug up there all day ready for Adrian to fuck me when he comes home from work. Would you like to fuck me in the arse, too?'

'Dee, I will fuck any orifice you offer me.'

'Good! But right now let's see how you are at licking clits.' Dee flopped onto the bed and spread her legs inviting me to get between them. I knelt, and pausing to stroke her stockings and the bare flesh above, entertained my immediate lust with the contrast in their texture. Dee's skin was smooth and her suspenders glossy and taut on her thighs doing a fine job of seduction. I prized the way her thighs bulged becomingly over the lacy tops and bent my head to kiss and lick the nylon mesh.

Dee allowed me the moment before pulling my face to her pussy, which was devoid of pubic hair, something that hadn't registered when I was fingering her earlier. On occasions, Julie let me tongue her pussy, but without much enthusiasm. Unlike dirty Dee who was more than keen to have my tongue. But it was another facet of Dee's anatomy that shook me.

Dee possessed a capacious vagina, its tumescent lips perfectly balanced and aligned, and as smooth as a proverbial bum. I gazed in wonderment, not believing its size. It crossed my mind whether I be able to fill it when the moment came? Would Dee be able to feel my cock within her love tunnel? Fuck! I was starting to doubt my own ability.