Reunion With Margaret

Reunion With MargaretI had to make an ovenight road trip for work. It was the same city my boyhood friend Pat’s grandmother, Margaret had lived in when we stayed with her some years back, and i couldn’t help remembering how it was to be intimate with her. I stopped to fuel up the truck before heading for home, and went into the gas station to grab a soda while the gas jockey serviced it. As I turned away from the vending machine, I saw an extremely attractive older woman sitting in one of the chairs, looking throught the newspaper. She put the paper down for an instant and I was stunned to see it was Margaret. Our eues locked, and she bolted to her feet saying, “Oh my gosh … is that really you, Trev??!!” I said, “Hello Margaret, it’s been a while, eh?” She rushed over to me, threw her harms around my neck in a tight hug, and kised me on the cheek. “I can’t believe how handsome you are,” she said, “Of course, you always have been.” I replied that she was as beuatiful as ever, and she giggled nervously. The years had been very good to her – she put on a couple pounds, but all in the right places. Her full breasts were clearly visible under the white sleeveless shell top, as was the big four hook satin bra which held them. She was wearing a light tan pleated shirt which stopped above her knees, and complimented her curvy hips, thighs, and full legs, which were tanned, and set off by a pair of tan high heels open toe pumps. Her makeup was its usual flawless state, and her hair – which was now all soft siler, was done with her trademark upsweeps on the sides. The mechanic came in and said her car was done, and she asked what my plans were. I told her I was heading home, but she insisted I come over güvenilir bahis for dinner. She wrote her address ona piece of paper, and told me not to delay. As she walked out to her car, I watched her gorgeous ass move under her skirt, and her breasts bounce with each step.”You know Maggie?”, asked the mechanic. Before I could answer, he said, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to get into her panties for thre years, but no-go. I’d love to get a closer look at those big boobs.” he said. He handed me my change, and as I pocketed it, I told him, “Yeah Bozo, those boobs feel better than they look,” and walked out. As I got into the truck, I saw him standing like a statue with his mouth wide open.I twenty five minutes I pulled in front of Margaret’s house. She ran out to greet me still wearing the same outfit. She said dinner would be about thirty minutes, and led me into her den where a large pitcher of collers sat ready. We sat together at opposite ends of a loveseat and caught up on the years since we had seen each other. The tight top she wore, and the way her bra showed under it was making me hard, but I ignored it. She crossed and recrossed her legs several times, and her skirt rode up hight on her thighs each time. The coolers were poured and drank, and i was feeling a definite buzz. She tole me that what had happened between us before was nothing to be ashamed about, and that she had often relived those moments. I told her I did, too, and she asked if I thought of her when masturbating. I admitted it, and she said, “I’m still blown away at how much you enjoyed the feel of my slips – and how very erotic that still is to me.” I told her the way she looked when she wore a slip and heels was exciting, canlı bahis and what she did with them even more so. “I see you are still attracted to my boobs,” she joked. I felt my face flush as she said, “I kinda like the way you’ve been staring at them.” I offered an apology, to which she replied, “Don’t be silly – it’s like the way I’ve been staring at the bulge in your jeans.”She looked at me and said, “Since you and I last met, I’ve only had sex with one other – a thirty something gardener who knew nothing about sensuality, of appreciating my assets. All he did was stick it into me and shoot his load. I tried to interest him in my bras and slips, but he had no desire to use them. Guess the way you came all over them and me spoiled me in a good way.” I sat there looking at her, and she asked, “So what about you?” I told her there had been others for me, ans she wanted to know if they were matures, and if they satified my fondness for slips, hels, and dresses. “I suppose us old bags are actually good for something, huh?”, she joked. We laughed, and she said, “Let’s wait dinner, go upstairs, and I can show you the things you remember – in fact, I have a few new items you might like.”As soon as we got into her room, she pulled her top off and showed me the sexy bra she was wearing. The cups and straps were shiny satin, and the band was all lace. She said, “get out of those clothes and show me your cock – I’m dying to see how it’s grown.” I stripped naked, and sported a huge erection. “Oh my god,”, she said, I think I need all of that.” She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles, revealing a very short and shiny creme half slip with lace güvenilir bahis at the hem, ans which stopped about four inches above her knees. It fit her curves snugly, and the visual was dramatic. “Like this one?, she asked, I just bought it a week or so ago, and I’m wearing the matching panty under it.” As I took it all in, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and handed it to me. “Jack off a bit with it,” she said. As I did, she sat on the bed and began playing with her breasts and nipples. Next, she stood up and removed her panty. “Come sit next to me,” she whispered. Soon we were kissing, and I was fondling her full breasts as she masturbated me with her hand. She moved onto her back, spread her legs, and said, “Give that cock to me deep.” We had misiionary sex for a few minutes, during which she reminded me not to cum. “Let me tit-fuck you,” she said, and in an instant, she was holding her breasts against my erection as she worked them up and down the shaft. She pulled away saying, “Straddle my lap and cum all over my brand new slip.” I rubbed my erection across the tight slippery nylon fabric over her thighs, and she said, “Oh yes, let Margaret’s soft slip draw that cum out of you.” I was getting very close to exploding when she said, “You cannot go home tonight – you have to stay with me so I can show you my slips and you can cum on them and me.” I agreed, and she said, “Good boy – now shoot all over my slip so I can see and feel it.” I covered her thighs, belly, and chest with thick ribbons of semen, and she kept saying, “Oh so good!!”. After a few minutes, she took off the soaked slip, put on a short nylon robe, and said, “I’ll call you when the table is ready. After dinner, we can come back up here for more.”Laying naked on her bed, with her bra, slip, and panty nearby, I decided that spending the night with her was what I wanted to do. I thought about the mechanic, and said under my breath, “Screw you grease monkey,” and laughed out loud.