So, you like?"
"Yes, Marsha. I like very much. But of course, the question is, whether I will like what's underneath just as much."
"Hmmm. Check it out, baby."
The sexy, plump, older woman walked toward him, stopping within two feet. His eyes were drawn to the deep cleavage in the front of her dress. "Damn," he thought, "another one of her trick brassieres." Her boobs were already very large. This damn thing made them look positively enormous, overflowing the confines of her dress."
"Why sir! Are you gawking at my big ole titties, again?"
"It's hard not to, when they're on display like that, Marsha."
"Shame on you, sir. You men only want one thing, don't you?"
Just as he reached out to fondle the large mammaries, she turned and walked away with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
"So, do you think I'm sexy?" she asked not even looking back.
"Ravishing."
"Do you like my heels and hose?"
She loved to feed his fetishes and knew lingerie was a favorite.
"You know, these are vintage hosiery. I had to special order these. Especially for you, baby. And I know these pumps are your favorites. But they make my poor feet hurt. Will you rub them for me later, baby?"
"I'll suck them for you later. Anything you want."
"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary. You are too kinky!"
Unzipping her dress in the back, she slowly turned around while dropping it from her shoulders, the slinky garment puddling at her feet. Facing him now in a black garter belt, attached to smokey grey hose, her eyes focused on his groin.
"Mr. T, why are your trousers all tented out like that? I do believe you need a new tailor."
Huskily he said, "What I need is a pair of lips wrapped around my dick."
"Oh sir, you are so crude. I think I'm leaving."
He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "The only place you're going is on your knees."
He went to her, their lips meeting, his hands cupping her ample, round buttocks, playing with the thin, tautly stretched straps of her garter belt.
Smacking one buttock with his palm, he said "I think you need a spanking."