It was my 20th birthday and Georgina was going to cook me a nice meal at the caravan where she lived, and then I said we would go out for a drink to the little pub where we had been some months previously.
She was now over 50 but I think I had given her a new lease of life in her middle age, and we both loved it. She had a great figure for her age, dyed blonde hair, and she had learned to do just as I wanted. I used to work for her in the accounts department of a little company in East Anglia and we sort of got together and found we had ‘mutual interests.’ She was a divorcee and I think she was lonely, and I saw her as a sort of challenge!
I wasn’t in love with her, and she was afraid that I’d leave her for someone younger, but all the time that she was willing to give herself so freely, I had no reason to look elsewhere, had I? To make it a bit more exciting, I had drawn up a set of rules, and Georgina was only too pleased to obey them and, in fact, I think she loved the power I had over her. There seemed to be nothing she wouldn’t do!
She was a bit of a dragon at her office job, where she worked as a supervisor, and most of the staff she worked with were afraid of her, and her bossy nature, so I think it was a bit of a release for her to be able to relax and have someone tell her what to do for a change. And, of course, I was giving her a young cock as well, and she seemed insatiable. She was about 5’6 and her legs were stunning, her bottom hard and inviting, and her breasts filled her outfits out to wondrous effect. We had been to the shops together and bought some really sexy clothes for Georgina and, even though she was a mature woman with a responsible job, she would always be willing to wear the clothes for me and make herself look as sexy as possible if I asked.
This was a relationship that was never going to go anywhere, but my fantasies had always involved an older woman, perhaps a stuck up bitch, and Georgina was certainly refined, classy and a bit snooty, so to be able to get her into bed and have her dangling on the end of a piece of string was giving me no end of excitement.
‘I’ll be round about half-seven Georgina,’ I said when I called her on my mobile. ‘I hope you’re going to look as good as the food.’
‘Absolutely, Paul. I don’t think I’ll disappoint you! I feel sexy already. Oh, you really do my ego the power of good.’
‘I hope so, Georgina. Well, slip your hand into your panties right now. Go on, do it. Are you doing it Georgina?’ It was the middle of the afternoon and she could have been anywhere!
‘Oh God, you’ve got such a hypnotic power over me. Yes, yes I am Paul.’ I knew she was doing it by the tone of her voice
‘Are you wet? I want you to feel wet, Georgina.’
‘I am wet, really wet, Paul. God, you love doing this to me, don’t you?’
‘And you love doing it, don’t you Georgina?’ Her lonely life had needed this adventure for some years, and we were both enjoying the benefits! ‘Stroke your pussy, Georgina. Go on, stroke your pussy for me. Make yourself wetter.’
‘I am, Paul. I’m…ummmm…I’m getting really wet. You know how to get me going in no time at all, don’t you?’ I was going to tease her.
‘Now stop, Georgina. Don’t you dare touch yourself again until I arrive!’
‘Oh God, I can’t, Paul! I’m just…!’
‘Stopppp, Georgina,’ I shouted down the phone.
‘Oh my God, you awful spoilsport…I was almost…’ and she giggled over the phone. I really wanted to push her and make her as submissive as possible. It was great having this sexy, blonde woman, old enough to be my mother, under control…and I think she loved it!
Just a few weeks earlier, I had taken Georgina away for the weekend, down to the New Forest and then to the Isle of Wight for a day trip, and she had been so obedient and submissive. On the Island, we had met a couple of American students on the beach and, to cut a long story short, the students and I had taken Georgina up into the sand-dunes where we all took photographs of the sexy woman, and then fucked her senseless in amongst the warm sandy dunes. She had loved it!!
Back to my birthday! I parked the car outside her caravan at 7.30 and tapped on the door. The door opened almost immediately and Georgina almost fell into my arms. She looked really fuckable again, and I had to stand back to admire the view in the dark light. It was late autumn, dark outside, but the light from the caravan outlined the gorgeous figure and I stepped inside and held the sexy woman close to me as we French kissed for what seemed like ages. Her tongue snaked round my mouth and my hand grabbed as much of her wonderful ass as possible through her skirt.
‘Still horny then, Georgina? Let’s have a look at you then.’
‘You know I’m always begging to see you, and have you here by my side, don’t you?’ she gushed as she stood back to let me see her. ‘Impressed?’ She certainly had gone to a lot of trouble and looked like a million dollars.
The grey skirt was woollen, Ankara escort only down to mid thigh, and clung to her wonderful legs like a glove. The blouse was black, tight and almost see-through, and fitted tightly across Georgina’s breasts, showing the outline underneath of the flimsy, black basque that we had bought. The nylons were also sheer black, and Georgina had black, 5 inch high-heeled sandals on to finish off the outfit. For a woman of 51, she looked incredible, and the soft make-up and subtle perfume got my cock twitching even then.
‘I am impressed, Georgina. Ready for a night out, then? Turn round then, let me see your beautiful ass.’ She smiled and did as she was told, and I ran my hand up the back of one of her thighs, under the hem of the grey skirt, and felt the soft skin above the stockings. She opened her legs a fraction, wanting more.
‘Patience, Georgina. You’ll have to wait.’ I loved to frustrate her…it made her perform all the better later, but I did just run my finger over her little panties, and she was soaking. ‘Yes, you’re certainly ready, aren’t you?’ She giggled as she turned round again, and her tongue tasted so keen as we kissed again.
Over the next hour or so, we enjoyed steak and chips with all the trimmings, and a nice bottle of wine, and all the time I was teasing her, looking at her superb breasts under the see-through blouse as she sat opposite me at the table. The black basque certainly held her breasts firmly, pushing them up and squeezing them together, and they looked so fleshy and inviting, the nipples not quite poking over the top. I thought it was about time we went to the pub, but I wanted to get the entertainment for the evening as horny as I could before we went.
‘Well Georgina, are you ready to be my birthday treat… are you?’
‘You know I am, Paul. Make love to me now…we don’t need to go out, do we?’ and she licked her red lips in such a provocative manner that my cock rose straight away, and I almost changed my mind about going to the pub. I knew, however, that the landlord would be delighted to see Georgina again, especially as last time, he had watched her leaning up against the car door in the car park, her clothes bunched up to her waist as I fucked her doggie style from behind. She had loved it…and I think the landlord had enjoyed watching from the shadows!
‘Let me look at you then, Georgina. Stand up and let me look at that wonderful figure. I’ve already said you look stunning, and I want to see some more Georgina.’ I smiled at the shapely 51 year old and she rose from her chair, moving to the side of the table. She gave one of her coy smiles as I feasted my eyes on her body and the clothes she wore, and she slowly turned full circle so that I could admire her legs and firm bottom from the rear. I could see she was wearing the black basque, and it melded all round her breasts and waist, and her legs in the high heels and black stockings looked fantastic.
‘Pull the skirt up a little, Georgina. Show me your legs all the way up. Go on.’ She obeyed immediately, raising the hem of the tight grey skirt inch by inch until I could see the suspenders on the basque pulling the black nylons tightly across her soft, white thighs. She looked delectable and oh, so horny.
‘Higher, Georgina! Move it up higher,’ and she inched the skirt up higher still, until she was holding the skirt at her waist. I could see the basque stop at her hips, I marvelled at her soft, white lower tummy, and the wonderful sight of a miniscule black pair of panties encasing the soft, downy hairs around Georgina’s vagina, and the golden treasures of her sensuous sex lips. If I’d have known, on the first day that I started to work for her, that in a matter of months she’d be stood before me like this, I would probably have had kittens!! However, I was now glad that I had since changed jobs to avoid any embarrassment at work.
‘Are you wet, like you were this afternoon, Georgina? Do you feel wet between your legs now?’
‘Ummm…yes, yes I do Paul,’ she blushed.
Acting like this for me was something that Georgina Lent would never dream of doing at work. She prided herself on being an upright, steadfast worker for the company, loyal and thorough in her work, sometimes a bit of a tease to the males in the office, but always abiding by company rules and tradition, doing her best and earning a living to keep herself above water. So much so, unfortunately, that her posing and bitchiness brought hatred and sometimes loathing from the other women in the office, who regarded Georgina as something of a stuck up cow.
As a young man, with limited experience with women, I found the fact that she was ‘a stuck up cow’ even more challenging, because making her do things for me that were outrageous was fantastic…it was the thing that fantasies are made of as it appeared that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, and yet she was willing to really push the boat out if I pushed her far enough.
Her on-off romance with George, Ankara escort bayan an older, married man in the office, also brought sniggers behind her back from the other women, but Georgina rose above it all, although George seemed to have disappeared now that I was on the scene.
She loved to act prim and proper in public, putting on her snooty act, and this was half the fun because I knew that underneath was a hot vixen waiting to get out, someone with passion and the need to be controlled and brought out of herself. For Georgina, to have a much younger man take an interest in her and her lonely life in the caravan, was like a dream, and it was as though she was a teenager once more. I aimed to take advantage of the situation and not waste the opportunities! She was a snooty cow on the outside, but she really wanted opportunities to act the submissive slut, I think!
‘You look stunningly beautiful and sexy, Georgina. Let’s get in the car and get to the pub.’
‘Oh Paul, are you sure? You could stay here and take photos of me if you wanted?’ and she was serious, and almost begging to stay in and be used, but I wanted even more fun. There was plenty of my birthday night remaining.
Soon, we were in the car making for the pub, Georgina with just a little jacket covering her top against the chilly, autumn air. Her skirt had ridden up as always as she sat next to me, and my hand drifted over to her knee as we drove. As always, she welcomed my caresses, and I felt the nylon material in my palm, and I sensed her closing her eyes as my hand wandered up her thigh, the grey skirt moving up gently.
Slowly, Georgina opened her thighs in the darkness of the car, and soon I felt a suspender and then the soft feel of the milky white thigh. I could hear her breathing a little more heavily, and then my fingers found her panties covering her golden treasures. They were soaking and I just slid the material about over her soft hairs and her sodden lips, feeling her engorged clit rock hard under the panties.
Her bottom began to move at my touch, moving slightly up and back on the seat, to try and meet my caresses. I pushed the black panties in, her lips opening beautifully, and the mature woman at my side was certainly hot and ready. I could have stopped the car and fucked her over the bonnet, but this was keeping her hot and on edge.
I wanted to get her randy and frantic, taking her to the pinnacle of an orgasm…but then making her stop in frustration…getting her ready to be even more obedient!!
‘Slip your fingers inside your panties, Georgina…and open your legs wider!’ In the dark of the night, with just street lights flashing by every now and then, I watched the blonde bitch do as I told her. Gingerly, her fingers went under her skirt, and her thighs stretched open. The sight was magnificent as I tried to watch her and the road at the same time!
‘Play with your clit, Georgina…go on…play with your clit and slide your fingers across your pussy lips.’ She did so and her breathing became even heavier.
‘Don’t you dare cum, Georgina…you keep playing but you tell me when you are about to cum! OK?’ I could see her hands gently toying with her body between her legs, and I could see her eyes closed, her head leaning to one side, as she approached a climax.
‘Paul, Paul…I’m nearly there, I want to make…!’
‘Take your hands away now, Georgina. Don’t you dare play any more! Stop right now.’ I was as stern as I could be in my command. The woman was frantic and frustrated, but she eased her hands from underneath the skirt and let it slip back down to make herself decent. Now was the time!
‘Georgina, we signed an agreement a few weeks ago, didn’t we? One that said you would do just as I told you and you would behave just as I said. OK?’ Her mature body was hot and ready from playing with herself, and she could only give one answer.
‘Oh God, yes Paul. You know I’ll do whatever you say…why, why do you ask?’ Her hand went onto my knee in the car, and she looked worried, a little frightened. I stroked her white thigh above the stocking again.
‘Don’t worry, don’t worry, Georgina. I just wanted to remind you…that’s all!’
‘I don’t need reminding, Paul…when you’re with me, looking after me, I’ll do anything you say! Haven’t I done already?’ she said with a smile. My cock was twitching again.
By this time, we had arrived at the pub, and Georgina was almost panting with lust and the need for attention. I had made her play with herself and she was obviously right near the edge of exploding, but I would keep her waiting. I went round to her door to open it like a gentleman, but mainly to watch those gorgeous thighs slide out and her legs open as she put her feet on the ground.
‘Leave the jacket in the car, Georgina. It’s only a short walk to the door, isn’t it?’ She threw the jacket into the back of the car, and we walked arm in arm the few yards to the entrance. It was nearly 9.30 by now and as we walked Escort Ankara in, I could see the landlord behind the bar, looking miserable like last time, but his face changed suddenly when he saw Georgina and the attire she was wearing. I could immediately see him looking at her breasts through the very thin blouse, and also her wonderful legs in the nylons and mid-thigh skirt.
We went into the little lounge, soft lights, one or two other people and a glowing fire like the last time. Georgina attracted admiring glances from the others in the lounge and when I went to the bar to get the drinks, the old landlord gave me a knowing smile, even though it had been a few months since we were there.
‘Nice to see you again,’ he said, but neither of us mentioned what he might have seen from his upstairs window last time…me fucking Georgina up against the car in the car park…but I think we both knew that the other one knew the truth! I took the drinks back to the seats near the fire, and Georgina and I sat at a table facing the bar. I made sure that she was sitting directly opposite the bar, with no tables or chairs to obscure the view, and for the first few minutes we just relaxed and enjoyed our drinks.
This mature woman really looked hot and sexy in the dim lights, and even her face glowed with eroticism. The old landlord kept walking across his bar, using any excuse to get a quick glimpse at Georgina’s outfit, and so I thought I would remind her of our last visit.
‘Do you remember when we came here before, Georgina? What we did and how were being watched?’ She grinned at me and perhaps blushed a little, and just nodded her head. ‘Did that make you feel slutty and sexy, Georgina…having someone watch you being doggy fucked up against the car?’ I could see her body shuffle a little on the chair as though the thoughts made her cunt itch.
‘Still feeling hot, Georgina…is your pussy still feeling excited and needful?’
‘You know it is, Paul, don’t you? You know I want you, don’t you. Why don’t you take me home and…’
‘Patience, lady, patience! It’s my birthday, isn’t it, so perhaps we can have one more drink and then…well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?’ I teased as I briefly caressed her nylon clad thigh. I knew that the landlord was watching as I stroked Georgina’s leg, and I glanced up and winked at him.
‘I’d like you to do one thing for me, though, Georgina, as it’s my birthday. While I get some more drinks, I want you to slip into the ‘ladies’ and take off your panties.’ I watched her blush again, but she made no comment and just grinned at me. We both rose together and I watched her go to the cloakroom as I went to the bar.
‘Same again, landlord, only make the lady’s drink a double, will you?’ I grinned. He smiled back a lecherous grin.
‘You mean the same as last time, do you? I hope it helps you get what you got last time,’ he chuckled as he got Georgina’s double from the optic. This just confirmed that it was definitely him who was watching last time. Now, we both watched Georgina appear from the cloakroom and ease her way back to her seat by the fire and, again, one would think she’d just been to powder her nose!
‘Well, actually,’ I went on, ‘we’re celebrating my birthday, so who knows what I might get later on,’ I laughed. ‘She looks good again, though, doesn’t she?’ and we both looked and grinned at the mature, blonde woman. She obviously knew we were talking about her and she just smiled back and crossed those wonderful thighs, knowing that we would both be trying to see the delicious view up and under her tight skirt.
‘Fantastic,’ oozed the old man. ‘It was my birthday a few days ago, but I didn’t have that kind of woman to take me home. If you want to stay on after closing time,’ he suddenly offered, ‘you can enjoy another couple of drinks if you don’t mind me joining you. They’ll be on the house, of course,’ he tempted.
The fact that Georgian had now obeyed me and taken off her panties (I hoped) was getting me even more horny, and I suddenly thought that the landlord’s invitation could be quite fun. What could it lead to? He had seen me fucking her in his car park a short while ago, and was obviously hoping that I might lead her on again.
‘That’s very kind of you and, of course, you can join us. Do you think she’s got a good body, then…not bad for a woman her age, is it?’ I asked him. Just then, the other three people in the lounge got up and left and it was just the landlord, Georgina and me left there. We looked at one another with raised eyebrows, and then he spoke again.
‘She’s got a fantastic body, mate. I’d love to see a bit more of her, just like last time!!’ he grinned. What could I say to that…could I push Georgina a bit further? After all, she was as randy as hell and a bit more fun would be great…my cock was twitching again.
‘Let’s wait until you close the doors, landlord, and then we’ll see!’ and I took the two drinks back to the table. Georgina was dying to know what we were saying about her.
‘What were you saying, Paul? You were talking about me, weren’t you? I hope you weren’t being naughty, Paul…oh God, did he say anything?’ and she blushed again as I tickled her under her chin.