A few weeks ago I met a very glamorous woman of about 35 at the supermarket where I work as Assistant Manager. She asked me to take down a packet of washing powder from the top shelf, as she could not reach it herself (she was only about 5"2'). As I gave it to her our fingers touched and she looked me in the eyes and slowly licked her lips. I felt heat rising in my groin and after a moment she looked down and saw the swelling in my trousers. She smiled at me, looked at the name badge pinned onto my shirt, and whispered "You should be careful Martin, who you show that to. Some people might be offended." Then she leaned towards me and brushed her fingers lightly along my erection finishing by gently squeezing the head. I almost came in my pants!
"I can see that you are not offended" I replied to which she said "Oh no, I look upon that as a compliment. I have rather a lot of shopping here, can you help me load it into my car?"
I helped her take her goods across the car park and we loaded them into the back of her Datsun. While we were leaning into the back of the car she once again moved her hand down to my crotch but this time she took hold of my rod firmly and squeezed it so tightly that it almost hurt.
"Come round to my house this evening if you want some more of this" she said and gave me a slip of paper out of her purse which had her address written on it, then she gave me a quick kiss and climbed into her car and drove away.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of semi-arousal as I could taste her lipstick and smell her perfume on my mouth. I am afraid that I made quite a few errors in my stock order that day.
Before going to her that evening I had a good shower and washed everywhere as thoroughly as possible and changed into my newest outfit. When I arrived at her house I found that it was a medium sized detached set behind a high hedge so that it could not be seen from the road. As I drove up to the door I saw that all the curtains were drawn and there were lights on in several of the rooms, upstairs and down.
She opened the door almost as soon as I rang the bell and drew me inside with a smile. She was wearing a towelling bathrobe and her hair was damp as though she had just stepped out of the shower. "I knew that you would come for me," she said, "and I hope that this will be only the first come of many!" then took me into the living room and sat down on a white leather chair. "My name is Betty" she said "and I have been divorced now for four years. My husband was a nice enough man but he had no idea of how to treat a woman sexually. Now I decide what I want to do, and who to do it with. And I want you."
I was so overjoyed at this that I couldn't do anything but kneel down in front of her, take her hands in mine and say "I'll do anything that you want me to do, just tell me!"
She laughed and then lifted my hands to her face and sucked my fingers one by one into her mouth. The feeling of her tongue flicking round my finger tips roused my cock into a painful erection.
"Will you do exactly as I tell you?" she asked, "No questions asked and no drawing back? I promise that you will never regret it."
"Anything at all" I answered, "Just as long as it pleases you."
She stood up and, still holding my hands, led me up the stairs into a room at the back of the house which looked as though it had been fitted out as a workout room with benches, bars on the mirrored walls and padded mats on the floor.
"This is my playroom" she said. "Take off all of your clothes and then sit down on that bench." She pointed at a padded bench in the middle of the room. "I will be back in a few minutes."
She then went out of the room and I lost no time in stripping off my clothes, releasing my erection at last, and the sat on the bench. After a couple of minutes she came back into the room carrying a red holdall. My eyes nearly popped out when I saw that she had taken off the bathrobe and was wearing a skin tight open tip bra, brief hotpants and thigh length boots, all in black rubber! The bra compressed her breasts so that their creamy flesh, crowned with nipples like ripe strawberries, bulged through the open tips.
She knelt down on front of me and took from the holdall a set of straps fitted with metal rings and buckles.
"Let me help you put this on." she said as she slid it up over my feet. I stood up and she pulled it up to my thighs, then fastened the buckles so that I was wearing what looked like the bottom half of a parachute harness fitted around my waist and the top of both thighs with my cock and balls jutting out between the straps.