Carol peered closely into the mirror checking her complexion. She was experimenting with a new line of cosmetics and was extremely pleased with the result. Age lines had disappeared and the new lipstick delighted her; yes, Carol was pleased with her new face. She switched attention onto her breasts and the racy new bra she was wearing. It provided a nice cleavage alright, but nothing could disguise her sagging tits once the cleavage provider had been removed. She went through the motions of unclipping the green satin and black lace bra, and sliding it down her arms to check the immediate effect and was pleasantly surprised at the result. Yes, her tits flopped a little but nothing dramatic because her dark brown areolae and nipples instantly took the eye to lessen any sudden introduction sagging flesh.
Next, Carol examined the effect of the glossy grey nylons on her legs attached to a multiple strap suspender belt that matched the bra. The deep waisted garment was practically a waspie and had a secondary effect of hiding any loose flesh around her waist. Carol thought her legs were still shapely and free of prominent veins, but any blemishes she did carry would be hidden by the nylons. She stepped into black patent stilettos and admired her full length reflection. The verdict... very cute, not bad for a woman approaching her sixty-third birthday!
Then with everything looking good, Carol couldn't resist stepping into a green satin dress she intended to wear for her date. She struggled with the tiny zip fastener at the back unable to close it completely, but it didn't matter, the overall effect pleased her greatly, even better with clothes on, she thought.
Just then the doorbell chimed. Carol looked out of her bedroom window but there was no car in the road. So, assuming it was a neighbour calling she went to answer the door, forgetting her dress was only zipped half way.................
...................................... The driveway was devoid of motor vehicles, so I knew Donny was out or at work. I was home for a month's leave from the oil fields of Kazakhstan and looking for some company, but all the lads I'd grew up with had jobs, which meant only the weekends free for a real drink and catch-up. But there was one lad I hadn't caught up with yet, Donny, so I decided to call at his home and see how he was fixed for a night out. The door was opened by Donny's mother.
"Hello, Mrs Bunting," I said. "I don't suppose Donny's at home?"
"Why it's Peter! I haven't seen you for ages, must be getting on for two years." She said."Don't stand there, come on in." I followed her down the hall and into the lounge. "No, Donny's not here at the moment. He's away on a training course up in Scotland."
"That's a pity. I was hoping he'd be around for a few drinks."
"No, he won't be back for a couple of weeks. I'm afraid you're out of luck. But tell me, what are you doing these days? Donny mentioned you were abroad somewhere remote, I think." I began to tell Mrs Bunting about my job, but she stopped me. "Look, Peter, it's such a lovely surprise seeing you and I haven't any plans for this evening, so why not stop for a while and have a drink with me instead. You can tell me all your news and we can reminisce about the old days when Donny used to bring you and the other boys around for card sessions. Remember, I used to cook beefburgers and chips for you all. And, call me Carol, not Mrs Bunting. We're all adults now."
I thanked her and said I'd love to stop and chat for a while. But I noted the stylish green dress she was wearing and wondered whether she had intended to go out and my unexpected visit had messed up her arrangements.
"Are you sure I haven't spoilt your plans for this evening, Carol?" I enquired waving a hand to indicate her dress.
"Absolutely sure. I was just seeing if I could fit into this for a works shindig coming up shortly. I've been dieting and managed to lose weight." Dee twirled around and the skirt flared out giving me the briefest glimpse of black stocking tops enhancing her nice shapely legs. "What do you think, Peter, would you ask me to dance?"
"Definitely." I answered noticing the green dress wasn't zipped all the way to the top and showing her black bra straps.
"I think I can get away with it. What do you think, Peter? Does it look OK on me?"
"You look terrific, Carol, you'll be a sensation."
"Thank you, young man. And what's your opinion of my make-up? I was experimenting trying to complement the dress with a new lipstick colour."
"Your make-up looks perfect, too, that bright red lipstick is a good choice."
Carol indicated that I should sit.
"I was thinking the same. Don't usually use such a bright colour but if you like it, I'll use it. Now, what would you like to drink? Beer, spirits or a cuppa?"
"Whatever you're having will be fine." I replied.
Suddenly, I was pleased I'd thought about visiting Donny and even more pleased that he wasn't at home, because I was rapidly warming to Carol, again! I say again because a few years ago I spent a lot of time with Donny in this house and when he wasn't around I'd hang around his mum pestering her to teach me to dance ballroom style, and for a very good reason. One, I'd twigged the fact that being able to dance got you off to a good start with the girls. And two, I got to hold Carol close. However, on one occasion during a lesson my cock stiffened up due to our proximity and the feel of Carol's naked arms, to say nothing of her intoxicating perfume taking its toll on my adolescent senses, and when my erection brushed against her groin it felt so wonderful I pressed it harder.
I recall Carol making a snap reference to its size and hardness saying we shouldn't be doing that sort of thing, but she didn't attempt to put any distance between us, not for a minute or so anyway and when the music died away we stood there looking at one another. Being as tall as Carol our eyes were level, and as we gazed at one another I felt the urge to kiss her lips. It was a reflexive instinct on my part and I leaned forward in the hope that Carol would show her consent and meet my lips. But just as I thought she was about to acquiesce, Carol stopped me saying we'd gone far enough.
Carol returned carrying two glasses of wine, which she set on the coffee table between us. She sat opposite and crossed her legs to the accompaniment of swishing nylon and looking every inch a sexy mature woman in her green satin dress; I wondered whether she remembered the time my erection rubbed against her. There was an amusing irony to my speculation insofar as I felt myself stiffening at the recollection of that incident, and by the time she'd re-crossed her legs against a further background of rustling satin and abrading nylon mesh, I was hard and practically slavering over her nylon covered legs.
We chatted about my work, what Donny was doing and her office job at a local supermarket. We drank the wine and Carol fetched the bottle to top up our glasses. The conversation got around to more mundane matters and eventually arrived at the, do you remember, stage. My eyes flitted constantly from her legs and knees up to her breasts - wondering what they looked like in the black bra - before returning in the opposite direction, my cock pulsing with the anticipation of seeing more stocking top. I tried to figure out how old she was, but decided it was irrelevant, as her amazing sexual maturity outweighed any difference in age. I wanted to learn more about Carol's social life and the red high-heeled shoe dangling from her foot gave me a way in.
"Those red shoes and your lipstick look like a perfect match, Carol."
"Thank you, they're supposed to be. I'm hoping to make an impression on someone." She replied with a slight pout of her lips.
Then came the moment that transformed our relationship. Carol accidentally spilled some of the wine from her overfilled glass down the skirt of the green satin dress. Distraught, she leapt to her feet.
"Oh no! You clumsy mare!" Carol admonished herself dabbing at the red stain but only managing to make it worse. I rushed over with my handkerchief and tried to help. "This is ruined now and it's the only decent evening dress I've got. I'd better take it off and put it to soak." Then she remembered the stuck zip. "Fuck, the fastener is stuck. Give me a hand, Peter." Carol turned her back to me and I investigated the problem.
"There seems to be a thread caught in the teeth. Hold still I'll yank it out." With the problem solved I took the liberty of drawing the zip down to her waist exposing her back totally. Carol instantly slipped out of the dress revealing a classy lingerie set of black lace and green satin, complete with nylons and suspenders. My jaw dropped and my mouth opened in surprise, but before I'd had chance to comment, she'd fled upstairs carrying her dress.
"Fucking hell!" I said quietly finishing my wine and pouring another -- I needed it. I repeated my expletive as the image of Carol in her lingerie whirled around my mind. She looked stunning and sexy and oh so fuckable! My God, what am I thinking, I wanted to fuck this woman, however old she was, not just brush my erection against her groin! I slumped onto the sofa adjusting my erection, just as Carol came back.
"Hello, still got difficulty with your groin." She remarked an obvious reference to that earlier occasion. Carol was now wearing a knee length peignoir through which her lingerie was still visible. "The only thing I could do was put it in cold water in the bath and hope for the best. I really can't afford a new one."
As Carol was bemoaning her luck a thought suddenly struck me, an idea that could possibly ingratiate me with Carol
"Tell you what, Carol. Why don't you get some clothes on and we'll go shopping for a new dress."
