clothes in my kitbag.
‘I was walking past this block of flats, not thinking of much really when I saw the curtains move against one of the ground-floor windows. For no other reason than idle curiosity I watched as they were drawn open by a woman. She wasn’t young, probably in her mid-forties, and she was quite plump. The main thing I noticed about her was that she had the most incredibly large bust. She was wearing a lacy sort of dressing-gown, buttoned up to her neck but it did nothing to hide the shape of these huge, well – tits – that’s the only word to describe them!
‘I stopped dead in my tracks to look at her as she straightened the curtains. Suddenly, she was looking directly at me. I was about to move off when she smiled, a big, friendly grin. I smiled back and she made a sign as if to say, “D’you want to come in?” I paused for a moment, then thought, what the hell?
‘As I walked down the short path to the main door I began to feel a little nervous, to say the least. I pushed against the outer door, but it was locked. I was about to turn and head for home when I heard a buzz and a click and the door snapped open. I pushed my way in and found myself in a long corridor with a flight of stairs at the far end. There were doors on both sides. I assumed the door to the woman’s flat was the first one so I went to knock on it.
‘Before I could, however, the door was opened and she stood there. If anything, she looked a little older than I had first imagined, but her dark eyes seemed to be sending out incredibly sexy signals to me. I smiled awkwardly, trying to think of something to say and looked down. She’d unbuttoned the robe. She was wearing a very frilly nightdress under her dressing-gown. I could make out the shape of a huge, white bra under the thin material, and I could just see that she was also wearing a very large pair of black knickers. It’s funny the details you remember, isn’t it?’
‘Get on with it, Mike,’ said Paul, feigning exasperation.
‘OK, OK. Now where was I? Oh yes. Anyway, she asked me if I wanted to come in for a coffee. I just nodded and stood there like an idiot. My knees were shaking and my heart was thumping. I hadn’t got a clue what I was letting myself in for, and I think that I was more nervous than excited.
‘She turned and walked back into the flat, then looked over her shoulder as if to say, “Well, come on, you bloody fool”. I followed her obediently, like a lamb to the slaughter. We were in her lounge. She turned to me again and gave me a big smile. Although she was over twice my age she seemed to exude sex, and yet she was the opposite of what I had always thought I wanted in a woman. OK, her tits were huge, but the rest of her looked plump as well. Her face was still very attractive, and she had lovely, big, dark eyes that she used on me to great effect. She never seemed to take them off mine for a moment.
‘She told me to close the door and turn the light on, then she walked over to the window and drew the curtains across the window. I did as she’d asked, then sat on the edge of the sofa. She seemed to be having a problem drawing the curtains fully so I jumped up to help her. I managed to do the job without difficulty. We were standing very close – almost touching. She turned her head and looked me straight in the eye. Her smile had gone. She was looking at me in a very serious way, as though I’d done something wrong. I could feel my cock stiffening and for some reason I felt embarrassed. I tore my gaze from hers and fiddled a bit more with the curtains before returning to my seat.
‘She stood by the window for a moment, just looking at me. I half-smiled, then looked down at her feet. Her legs were bare, no tights or anything, and she was wearing a fluffy pair of slippers. “I’ll go and make the coffee,” she said. She walked across the room and disappeared through a door behind me.
‘I sat waiting for her like someone waiting
‘I was walking past this block of flats, not thinking of much really when I saw the curtains move against one of the ground-floor windows. For no other reason than idle curiosity I watched as they were drawn open by a woman. She wasn’t young, probably in her mid-forties, and she was quite plump. The main thing I noticed about her was that she had the most incredibly large bust. She was wearing a lacy sort of dressing-gown, buttoned up to her neck but it did nothing to hide the shape of these huge, well – tits – that’s the only word to describe them!
‘I stopped dead in my tracks to look at her as she straightened the curtains. Suddenly, she was looking directly at me. I was about to move off when she smiled, a big, friendly grin. I smiled back and she made a sign as if to say, “D’you want to come in?” I paused for a moment, then thought, what the hell?
‘As I walked down the short path to the main door I began to feel a little nervous, to say the least. I pushed against the outer door, but it was locked. I was about to turn and head for home when I heard a buzz and a click and the door snapped open. I pushed my way in and found myself in a long corridor with a flight of stairs at the far end. There were doors on both sides. I assumed the door to the woman’s flat was the first one so I went to knock on it.
‘Before I could, however, the door was opened and she stood there. If anything, she looked a little older than I had first imagined, but her dark eyes seemed to be sending out incredibly sexy signals to me. I smiled awkwardly, trying to think of something to say and looked down. She’d unbuttoned the robe. She was wearing a very frilly nightdress under her dressing-gown. I could make out the shape of a huge, white bra under the thin material, and I could just see that she was also wearing a very large pair of black knickers. It’s funny the details you remember, isn’t it?’
‘Get on with it, Mike,’ said Paul, feigning exasperation.
‘OK, OK. Now where was I? Oh yes. Anyway, she asked me if I wanted to come in for a coffee. I just nodded and stood there like an idiot. My knees were shaking and my heart was thumping. I hadn’t got a clue what I was letting myself in for, and I think that I was more nervous than excited.
‘She turned and walked back into the flat, then looked over her shoulder as if to say, “Well, come on, you bloody fool”. I followed her obediently, like a lamb to the slaughter. We were in her lounge. She turned to me again and gave me a big smile. Although she was over twice my age she seemed to exude sex, and yet she was the opposite of what I had always thought I wanted in a woman. OK, her tits were huge, but the rest of her looked plump as well. Her face was still very attractive, and she had lovely, big, dark eyes that she used on me to great effect. She never seemed to take them off mine for a moment.
‘She told me to close the door and turn the light on, then she walked over to the window and drew the curtains across the window. I did as she’d asked, then sat on the edge of the sofa. She seemed to be having a problem drawing the curtains fully so I jumped up to help her. I managed to do the job without difficulty. We were standing very close – almost touching. She turned her head and looked me straight in the eye. Her smile had gone. She was looking at me in a very serious way, as though I’d done something wrong. I could feel my cock stiffening and for some reason I felt embarrassed. I tore my gaze from hers and fiddled a bit more with the curtains before returning to my seat.
‘She stood by the window for a moment, just looking at me. I half-smiled, then looked down at her feet. Her legs were bare, no tights or anything, and she was wearing a fluffy pair of slippers. “I’ll go and make the coffee,” she said. She walked across the room and disappeared through a door behind me.
‘I sat waiting for her like someone waiting
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