Me and Georgina
Older, attractive woman, wants to submit to younger man.
An ex-NewForester story that I have tidied up a bit and re-issued under the new name Rockycoveboy.

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Georgina Lent was my first boss. I was 19 and it was my first job, in a little accounts office, and Georgina Lent seemed ancient. Gradually, however, I had become infatuated with her, and very often thought about her at night. She did filthy things in my dreams.

I had bummed about for a couple of years previously, doing a few beach jobs down on the south coast, but I thought it was about time I found a more reliable job, and applied for a little accounts job, in a factory in East Anglia, only a few hours drive from where my family lived. I had moved into some nice 'lodgings' nearby, had a few 'O' levels to my name, and was offered the job, there and then, at the interview. The Financial Controller interviewed me, and the name Mrs Lent drifted past me as being 'Head of Section.' I met her on the following Monday morning, when I started, and, initially, she was just another middle-aged woman. Peroxide blonde, but still ancient as far as I was concerned.

My interest in women, up until then, had been girls of my own age or even younger, and Mrs Lent was just 'my boss.' I hadn't had a regular girlfriend since leaving the family home, and was just pleased to get a regular job. Georgina Lent seemed pleasant enough, and she was kind enough to remark on my firm handshake, but I paid no further heed as I was introduced to the two other women who worked in the 'purchase ledger' part of the office. They, also, held no interest for me, and I was a little depressed to find that I had got a job with three women, all old enough to be my mother.

However, over the coming months, I learnt a bit more about Georgina Lent, and she became intriguing. The women often gossiped between themselves, but Mrs Lent never let anyone forget that she was 'head of section'. She could be vindictive, bitter, and sometimes rude to the other women, and it was my first experience of bitchiness amongst adult women. On the phone, she put on a 'haughty' voice, a 'plum' in her mouth, and she could put people down with just one look, or a sharp word.

She was always polite to me, though, as I never gave her cause to be rude, and I slowly realised that she was like this with most men. I listened to the conversations as we worked, and I gathered that Georgina was 51 years old - two or three lifetimes away from me, it seemed at the time. She never gave anything else away, and it was only when she wasn't there, and the other women were 'bad mouthing' her and being bitchy behind her back, that I picked up little snippets of information. Once upon a time, possibly, she had been married, and once upon a time, possibly, she had had a son. She also had a 'friend' called George.

Georgina Lent had wonderful breasts, and her thighs were superb, and it was these attractions that made working life that little bit more bearable. She was well aware of the fact, though, and very often some of the older men would come by for a chat, and she would tease them, and flaunt herself a little as she sat in her chair. She would never appear to be doing it on purpose, it always appeared as though it was an accident that her skirt had rucked up, as her chair slid away from the desk, or that her sweater was pulled tightly over her chest, accentuating the full, curved breasts.

The men would lean against the wall behind her, casually chatting, and she knew that, over her shoulder, they were ogling the expanse of nylon covered thigh on view, and she did absolutely nothing to retain her modesty. A wonderful cock-teaser, but always trying to give the impression that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I tried not to glare or take any notice, but I knew full well how she manipulated situations, and stayed in control of those around her.

Her 'friend' George was a strange man. He must have been nearer 60 than 50, and he appeared every now and then, at the end of the day, obviously ready to take Mrs Lent home. He worked in another part of the factory, and I never knew his surname, nor was I ever introduced to him, but it seemed pretty obvious that he was married, and Georgina was his 'bit on the side.' She went off in his flash car after work, and often she would come in and say, 'Oh, George bought me this,' or 'George told me that,' but that's all I ever got to know about the relationship.

Mind you, George felt the lash of her tongue as much as anybody else. It was obviously him on the phone on numerous occasions, and Georgina would cut him dead, and put the phone down gently, to leave him to fester, or she would bombard him with questions about where he'd been, with whom, why didn't you phone, etc, etc, and on some evenings when he waited for her, she would give him the 'silent' treatment as they made for the door together. I felt sorry for George sometimes.

I gradually got used to the job, and looked forward to going into work each day. I always waited to see what Georgina was wearing, as she was always very smart, and her body became more and more appealing, as a pleasant distraction during the working day. It was always high heels that she wore, and always a skirt or dress, or business suit, never trousers. Her nylons were dark brown, or black, and the skirts were on or just above the knee. Her favourite was a simple black dress, which clung to the curves of her middle-age figure, but it accentuated the fine breasts, her waist, the curve of her hips, and her fine ass. Her other favourite outfit was a tight, white jumper, with a light blue skirt and, again, these items managed to cling to her body wonderfully.

I always dressed smartly for work, and Mrs Lent was always very polite to me and tried to involve me in all the conversations within the group. I was still young and fit, and a bit timid, and played a lot of sport, and I don't know whether she found this a turn-on or not, but if I had a query with an invoice or something, and needed to go to her desk, there was no doubt that she would give me a display, whilst not appearing to.

Her chair would slide back on its rollers, and those stunning thighs would appear, her skirt almost up to the stocking tops, for that's what I'm sure she always wore. We would discuss the invoice problem, but I was acutely aware that she was enjoying displaying herself, and she would always give me a smile as our conversation ended. As a young man, I wanted just to reach down and run my hand up her thigh, feeling the white skin above the stockings, but I never indicated such thoughts in any way whatsoever, and this might have been part of the fun for Georgina -look, but don't touch.

The daughter of one of the other women in the section was having her 18th birthday party, and we were all invited to her house on a Saturday evening. I went along, on my own, not knowing anybody, apart from the ladies from work, and Georgina was there, also on her own. She gave the air of 'mother hen' watching over her flock, and the others tried to ignore her as much as possible but, being the gentleman, I asked her for a dance, a slow number, and took her into the middle of the room.

She seemed really chuffed that a young 19 year old had put himself out for her, and eagerly allowed me to hold her hand and put my arm around her waist, as we danced. I was taller than Georgina, and she looked up into my eyes as we just shuffled round, and she seemed very attentive, but nothing was said that could be considered even mildly flirtatious. It was purely colleague to colleague. However, I did enjoy feeling her back, smelling her perfume, and having her body up close to mine, and it only enhanced my lurid fantasies about her when I slowly played with my cock, later in bed that night.

I also had a dance with the 18 year old birthday girl but, even though her skirt was almost round her neck, and her boobs were bouncing about all over the place, she didn't arouse half as many erotic feelings in me as Georgina had.

Back at work, I continued to survey the mature head of section as often as I could, and I knew that she would innocently put on a display for me, if the situation lent itself. One afternoon, there were only 3 of us there, and Georgina and Kathy, the eldest in our section, were discussing some local chap who had got into trouble with the law for taking photos of young girls. Georgina seemed to revel in the scandal, and I just watched and listened as I carried on with the invoices.

Far from just mentioning the facts, Georgina went on to describe what sort of things this chap had got up to, and I'm sure it was just for my benefit. She slid away from her desk again, and moved her hands slowly round the curves of her breasts, in her tight sweater, to indicate that photos were being taken of girls breasts, and then her hands moved slowly down to her waist, and then over her hips to the tops of her legs, where her skirt was bunched up again. She seemed to take great delight in her display, and I couldn't help but watch and listen to this erotic conversation, done with such innocence.

Was Georgina playing up to me? Was she teasing? Was she so lonely in her sorry life, that teasing a young teenager in the office was her only way of getting some fun, before she went home to a cold, uneventful evening?

I had managed to get an old banger of a car to help me get about, and one evening I offered Georgina a lift home. None of the others would do any overtime, as they all had families, but I would take whatever I could to help the finances, and the savings account. On this occasion, a new invoice system was being introduced, with a cut-off date, and I volunteered to do a couple of hours with Georgina on a Friday night, to help get the system up and running.

George, when he came up to collect her, was told in no uncertain terms, that she had to stay behind, and Georgina seemed to take great delight in telling him that I had offered to give her a lift home later. Poor old George shuffled off with his tail between his legs, the poor sod. No leg-over tonight, then! She loved playing with his emotions.

The couple of hours went by quickly, and Georgina and I got on well. I helped her on with her coat, held the office door open for her, and then helped her into the passenger seat of my car. It was a really cold, December evening. She was wearing a thick, suede coat, 'which George bought me,' but she didn't do up the buttons and, sitting next to me in the car, the black dress had slithered up as she had got in, and for the 10 minute journey, I was aware of the wonderful, shapely, succulent thighs that were only a few inches away from my hand. As I changed gear, I knew I could just flick out my fingers and touch her leg, but I didn't, and finally, we reached her home.

I hadn't a clue where she lived, and was just guided by her directions, but I was shocked to find us going down this bumpy lane before we pulled up outside—a caravan!!

'This is home,' she said, laughing, but almost apologetically. Although just a caravan, it looked a very nice caravan, huge in size and on a large, grassy plot in a compound with about 50 others. I thought, straight away, that Georgina Lent had a bit of a sad life, but that she tried to make up for it by being bossy at work, bitchy to the other women, and, if the truth be known, she was probably jealous of their happiness, as opposed to her uneventful existence, with only a visit from George now and then to brighten her up.

She still had wonderful legs, though, and I was trying not to focus on them in the car, when Georgina suddenly said -

'Coffee, Paul? Come in and have a coffee!'

Well, how could I resist an offer from the boss, but I didn't want to seem too keen.

'Are you sure? I don't want to put you to any trouble, Mrs Lent'

'Nonsense. It's not any trouble at all. You deserve a drink after all that work, and anyway, I've only got a night in front of the TV to look forward to. Come on!' and Georgina began to open the door of the car. I waited, hoping to get another glimpse of her legs, and, sure enough, the sight was superb as Georgina eased her wonderful thighs apart, to put her foot on the grass outside. Her black dress moved further up her legs, and I watched in awe, but then the moment was gone, and I quickly got out and locked the car, following my boss up the short path to the caravan door.

The inside was just as nice as the outside view, and was more spacious than one would imagine. Half of the caravan was devoted to a lounge come diner, with soft sofas around the outside of three walls, and a table and chairs against the other wall. I didn't get any further, but I could see along the small passage to the edge of the kitchen, and two or three other doors leading off into other rooms. Just right for a single person, I thought.

I joined Georgina in the kitchen, as she put on the kettle and got two mugs down from a cupboard. I watched her avidly, and was determined to find out more about her. We were away from the work place, it was cold and dark outside, and perhaps I could get her to relax a little, and tell me a little more about herself. I gathered my courage and went for it!

'Did you used to be a model, Mrs Lent?'

She spun round and looked at me, a big smile on her face, almost spilling the sugar she was putting into the mugs.

'A model? Me? A model? No, no. I'm not tall enough to be a model. Why do you ask?'

I knew that I was probably wrong, but I also knew that the suggestion would be seen as a compliment by her, and it would give me a chance to let her talk about herself, and she liked doing that. It would also give me the opportunity to talk about her figure. I returned the smile, and carried on the compliments.

'Well, you have a lovely figure, and you're not short at all, are you? I just thought that you might have done some modelling at some time.' She gave me another lovely grin, and passed me with the mugs, leading us back into the lounge diner. I sat at the table and watched her sink into the soft sofa, hoping to get another look at those wonderful thighs as she sat down. Sure enough, the black dress slid up, and more and more of Georgina's legs came into view. 'I'm sorry if asking you was rude, Mrs Lent'

'Not at all, Paul. I'm flattered. Please call me Georgina, everyone else does. I didn't do anything like that, at all. When I left school in London, I went straight into office work, and I've been doing that sort of work ever since, apart from a bit of a gap a few years ago. (Was this when she had the 'never talked about' son? I didn't ask)

I knew that having her ego massaged was the one thing that she enjoyed, and so I was determined not to let her down, while at the same time I wanted to bring her out of herself, and give away a few secrets, perhaps.

'You're my boss, Georgina, and I like calling you Mrs Lent, especially at work, in front of the others, but if you're sure you don't mind, I'm happy to call you Georgina, but only in private. Is that OK?'

'You are a kind young man, Paul, and very polite. Of course that's alright. I'm over 50 you know, and you must have loads of young girls chasing you about, being tall and handsome, and fancy free,' and she casually crossed one leg over the other, the 'sshhh' of nylon on nylon sending shivers through my body.

'Not really. I haven't got a steady girlfriend, and it makes a change to be with a very attractive, intelligent woman who can still turn a man's head.' I was laying it on a bit thick now, but Georgina loved it.

'Do you really think so? I'm a bit of an old has-been, really, and I think you're just being kind.'

'No I'm not. You must've seen the other blokes in the office watching you move around. They love looking at you, don't they, and your lovely legs are ever so sexy, you know. George thinks so, doesn't he?' I stopped there, to see what the reaction to 'George' was. I'd hit a nerve, and Georgina was quick to cast him aside.

'George is just a friend, nothing more. Sometimes he gives me a lift home, and occasionally we have a drink together, but that's it. I have no more allegiance to George than to anybody else.' That was that. I had got George out of the way, but I had to make her relax again.

I took a sip from my coffee, and returned to the flattery.

'I'm sorry, very sorry. It's none of my business, Georgina, but you must admit that all the blokes come up for a chat, and enjoy looking at your figure. You enjoy it as well, don't you? That's because you are still a very attractive woman.' She'd already forgotten the mention of George.

As she spoke, she took more time in re crossing those nylon encased legs, and she knew that I would be watching her. A little more of her thigh was revealed, and my cock stirred gently in my trousers, under the table.

'Oh, Paul. It's only playful fun in the office,' she laughed. 'You don't think anybody would take me for a sexy woman, do you? Do you really think, at my age, that my legs are sexy,' and she ran the palms of her hands up from her knees to the hem of her skirt, and we both looked at the black nylon on view. 'I suppose they're not too bad, really,' and she gave out a little giggle again.

'They are sexy, Georgina, really attractive. Your whole figure is very shapely, in fact. That's why I asked if you had ever modelled. You shouldn't be coy about it. The other women in the section think you're still attractive, as well,' I lied. ( they thought she was a dragon, and would never say anything complimentary, even behind her back). Georgina was getting excited now, and warmed to the topic. Someone had come along, me, and was throwing compliments at her, about her figure, like confetti at a wedding, and it was a young teenager doing it, to boot! She loved it, and I had obviously brought a bit of warmth to the start of a weekend that was going to be dreary, uneventful and drab, probably, for Georgina Lent.

'Who'd want me to model for them, Paul, an old 51 year old, who was past her prime?' She still held her palms at the hem of her skirt, allowing me uninterrupted views right up her legs, almost to her stocking tops, and, as always, she tried to give the impression that it was just natural, she wasn't doing it on purpose at all. She carried on.

'I did let someone take a few pictures of me once, in a bikini, but that was a long time ago, and just for fun, and I can't see anyone wanting to do it now, can you?, and she took her hands away from the hem, but the dress didn't move. A wonderful sight.

'Are you asking me, Georgina? I bet half the men in the factory would love to see you in a bikini. I bet you still look great, and I bet they'd love to photograph you in a bikini, as well. I know I wouldn't mind,' and I blushed, having got carried away with myself, and the stunning view of Mrs Lent's thighs. I thought I'd better stop there and change the subject, but I knew that Georgina had enjoyed our little verbal banter, and I hoped it would happen more often.

'I told my landlady I'd be home about 8 for dinner, and I ought to be going really. Thanks for the coffee, Georgina. I promise that our conversation will remain private, and it's back to Mrs Lent on Monday, isn't it?' I got up from the table, sorry to be leaving those gorgeous legs behind, and Georgina looked a little disappointed that I was leaving

'You've been ever so kind, Paul,' she smiled, 'but I don't really think you mean half of what you said, do you?' I did a quick mental calculation about my plans for tomorrow, Saturday, and then pushed my luck.

'Look, Georgina. I'm playing football tomorrow afternoon, but in the evening, I haven't got any definite plans. This is a bit of a cheek, and please say no if you're doing anything else, or you don't fancy it, but could I take you out for something to eat?' Her smile returned again. 'I can't afford a really posh restaurant, but we could go for a 'Chinese' or 'Indian' if you can stomach it. Please say no, rather than be polite.'
'Oh Paul,' and she just held my arm as I neared the door. 'I'd love to come for a meal with you. I love 'Chinese' as well. I haven't been to one for a long time. Are you sure you want to go for a meal with someone like me. You don't have to.'

'That's it then, Georgina. End of debate. I'll be round for you about 8.30. OK? You'll wear your glad rags, won't you,' and I looked down at her legs, on purpose, and rubbed her arm through the dress, as a first sign of affection!! I was out of the door, and back at the 'digs' just after 8.

After football on the Saturday, I had a long shower, and then went back to the digs to get changed. Some of the football lads had told me about a nice little 'Chinese' restaurant in a quiet little village a few miles away, and it sounded just right. At the digs, I put on the deodorant and loads of talc', a shirt and tie and my best suit, and bade the landlady and her husband goodbye. They gave me a weird look, and it was probably because I smelt like 'Boots' the chemist.

I got to the caravan site about 8.30 and pulled up at the side of Georgina's caravan, and knocked at her door. It was dark and cold, but not raining, and when she opened the door, her silhouette was lit up against the light behind her. She smiled and I could see that she had made an effort with her outfit. She had on a dark blazer, with gold buttons, a starchy, white shirt with buttons done up to an open neck, and she had on a flared skirt, a little shorter than usual. Her high heels were even higher than usual, and they accentuated her lovely legs to even greater effect.

I helped her down from the caravan step, and opened the car door for her, on her side.

'You look very fetching this evening, Georgina,' I smiled at her, and it was just at the moment that she put one leg into the car and moved sideways to get into the seat. She smiled back at me, but she knew I was aware of her legs going through the motions of opening, with the flared skirt going up her thighs as she positioned herself. She had on very dark nylons and her legs looked delicious.

'You don't look too bad yourself, you handsome young hunk,' she replied, and we were into the right mood already.

We set off, and Georgina guided me through the town, and put us on the right road for our destination.

'It's not often that a young man takes me out for a meal, Paul. You didn't have to really, and it's very kind of you.' She smiled at me, and was probably getting used to the warmth in the car, after the cold, December air.

'I asked you out, Georgina, because I wanted to. There's no reason for it. What's wrong with taking your boss out for a meal, particularly when she's an attractive, intelligent woman?'

'You're flattering again, Paul. I expect there are hundreds of girls who would like to be taken out by you, to a nice Chinese restaurant, but I feel very honoured,' and Georgina slipped her hand onto my knee as I negotiated the little roads. Her hand was on my knee!! Christ!

'I meant what I said, yesterday, about you being a very attractive, and sexy, woman, Georgina, and ...I'm being nosy and rude again. I find it a bit surprising that you live on your own. There are lots of men, I'm sure, who would want to be with you, you know, who still find you very attractive, and...and...well, you know, Georgina.'

'Want to take me to bed, Paul? Is that what you're trying to say? Some men are only after one thing, aren't they? It's not a good enough reason for living with a man, though, is it? I like living on my own,' she lied. 'No-one to tell me what to do, no-one to run about after, clearing up the mess. It's quite nice where I am, peaceful and quiet. There's a lot to be said for it.' She looked at me again, and her hand ran up my thigh an inch or two, and I had to hold tightly to the steering wheel.

I laughed at her. She had more or less admitted it.

'So you do admit, then, that some men find you attractive. You just said it, didn't you? I expect when you were younger, they were all flocking round you, weren't they? Not that they don't all enjoy watching you move around the office, now. Your legs are very sexy, Georgina, and you still have a shapely figure. I said that yesterday, didn't I?'

'Oh, it's really flattering to be with such a nice young man, Paul. You really know how to make a woman feel good about herself,' and as she spoke, she took my hand from the gear lever and gently placed it on her thigh, just above the knee, and held it there with her fingers. God, I was touching a wonderful thigh, and with Georgina's blessing. My cock twitched.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, we were just entering the little village where the restaurant was, and I had to change gear, and slow down. I took my hand from her knee, and gripped the wheel again.

'It's at the far end,' Georgina started. 'On the left, and I think you'll have to park in the street.' Soon we were going through the front door of the little eating house.

It was warm inside, thank God, and seemed very pleasant. It was dimly lit, soft, water music played over the stereo, and there weren't too many other diners. A little Chinaman came to us straight away, and I put on my most adult voice. I apologised for not booking, but hoped that he could accommodate us. 'No ploblem,' and he turned to take us to a table. I grabbed him.

'Do you have a quiet table out of the way?,' and the waiter took us to the back of the restaurant, to a little table for two. Each table was surrounded by a high bamboo stand, which gave diners a certain amount of privacy, and it was ideal for a pleasant meal. During the meal, we enjoyed 2 bottles of white wine, and some wonderful Oriental food, but it was the conversation that stimulated both of us even more.

We sat opposite one another, and Georgina had not taken her blazer off to eat, but it was undone, and the crisp, white shirt clung to the contours of her breasts, and her perfume was intoxicating. It was the first time I'd seen her with a button-up shirt, and it suited her. I knew she wanted more flattery, and I hoped I could brighten up what would otherwise be, almost certainly, a lonely, drab, uninteresting weekend for her.

'So, do you still have that bikini, Georgina,' I grinned at her. 'Or do you still have the photos?' I wanted to tease her a little more. 'What about mini-skirts. Did you wear mini-skirts when they were in fashion? I bet you did, with those luscious legs, didn't you? She smiled back, as she took a sip of wine.

'Paul, you are awful, are you really interested? I am 51, you know' She had put my hand on her thigh in the car, though, and was obviously slightly aroused herself. She had dressed smartly, and looked quite sexy, and I knew she wanted me to go on. I wanted to go on, and try and arouse her some more, not forgetting that she was my boss, though.

'Yes, I am Mrs Lent. Young men still admire an attractive, mature woman, and I'd love to see you in a mini-skirt. I bet you look fabulous. I can't see any of your legs from here, but never mind, your perfume is really nice.'

'Here, Paul. Can you feel them now?' and Georgina ran a nylon covered foot up and down my shin, under the table. She had slipped her shoe off, and the feeling was totally erotic. I looked her in the eye, from only a few inches away. 'They're stockings, you know, Paul,' she whispered, and she tickled my nose with a finger. 'And call me Georgina, remember?'

This was wonderful. My boss was teasing me, and was acting completely out of character where I was concerned, but as I long as I respected her position as my boss, and as a mature, intelligent woman, I knew she wanted me to go on.

'I hoped they would be, Georgina. Your legs were made for stockings -and mini-skirts. Did you wear mini-skirts, you know, very short? Tell me, so that I can imagine. I often think about your sexy figure, and your legs in a short skirt. Do you still have any?'

'Do you? What, think about my figure, and legs in short skirts?'

'Yes, yes I do. Look, if you mention any of this in the office, I'll pack in and get another job somewhere else.' I was serious, but I was calling her bluff.

'I wouldn't dare mention anything that's private between us. You know that, Paul.' Her foot was still playing on my shin, and she laid her hand on mine, on the table cloth. 'Paul, I'd love you to come back for coffee, at the caravan, but only if you want to. You've been really kind in taking me out this evening, and I've really enjoyed being with a handsome young man, but I would understand if you wanted to get off home.'

'You haven't answered my questions, have you, about the short skirts, and if you've still got any. I'd love to come for a coffee, Georgina, but only if I can see those gorgeous thighs again.' She laughed, and within half an hour, I stepped up into the caravan, behind my boss.

We warmed up quite quickly again, after the cold blast in the car, and I sat with my coffee as Georgina sank into a sofa once more. I had helped her off with her blazer, and she looked even more stunning now that the white shirt was on view. Her thighs were on display once more, and then Georgina spoke.

'Why don't you take your jacket off now, Paul, and relax. Come and sit over here instead of those hard chairs. You were closer to me in the restaurant, and it was so nice.'

'Only if I can still see those sexy legs, Georgina,' I teased. 'The view is wonderful from here' but I rose from the chair, and hung my jacket on the back, and made for the sofa next to Georgina.

'Oh, and turn the main light off, Paul,' she smiled. 'The side light here is enough, isn't it?' She was really turning on her feminine charm now, and I was caught up in the heady aroma of it all. I was loving every minute, though, and wanted to smell her again, and be close to her mature figure, but I wasn't going to overstep the mark, not at any point. I would allow her to set the pace. The little side light threw soft shadows all around the room, and I sat down on the soft cushions next to Georgina.

'Can you still see my legs, Paul? she laughed. I was almost looking down on the stunning thighs from above Georgina's hair and, still in the high heels, her legs looked incredibly sexy.

'Most of them, Georgina. I can see most of them,' I teased. She looked up at me, a searching look in her eyes, and I could see her breasts breathing heavily under the shirt, her perfume now soft and seductive in my nostrils.

'I want you to see all of them, Paul, if that's what you want,' she whispered, and she took my hand again. 'Paul, please, would you kiss me?' and she offered up her mouth, and it was very difficult to resist. My other arm went round Georgina's shoulder, and I lowered my lips onto hers. Just a little peck on the lips, but her mouth remained for more. I went back and felt her mouth gently open, and at the same time, Georgina moved my hand to her thigh, gently guiding me up the inside until my fingers felt the soft, warm flesh above her stocking. This was heaven, and there was now no question that Georgina Lent wanted physical pleasure.

'What about the mini-skirts, Georgina? Tell me how short they used to be when you wore them. I bet you looked really sexy,' and my fingers caressed her soft thighs. She sighed some more, and gave away another little secret.

'Perhaps I might show you some photos, one day. I've kept some hidden away, but not now, eh. Kiss me again. Your mouth is so masculine.'

Her hand left mine on her thigh, and I gently toyed with her skin. I felt the suspender, ran back down to the nylon, and then back up to the delicious, naked thigh again. One of Georgina's arms was pinned against me, but her free hand moved onto my chest, as we still kissed heavily, and began to caress my chest, my shoulders, and my tummy. We broke from the kiss, and she was panting a little.

'Oh, your chest and shoulders are so strong, Paul. It's lovely to be cradled by such a fit, young man again. And your fingers are so soft. Please just carry on touching me, it's so nice. You don't know how much I've missed being touched gently and kindly by a considerate man. Oh, Paul,' and her hand was on my face, almost pleading for another kiss, so I bent my head again.

As our tongues met again, and our lips fought with each other, I let my hand gently push her skirt farther up, easing one side up, and then sliding the other side up, so that Georgina's lovely, flared skirt bunched right up around her waist. She helped me by shuffling her thighs around, and then the skirt just lay in her waist, exposing her legs right up to her panties. She made no comment, but started to unbutton my shirt, still with my tie on.

I squeezed her into me, around her shoulders, and my hands played with her legs. I tickled the insides of her thighs, right at the top of her legs, and I gently let a finger meander right up the centre of her panties. No pressure, just a gentle caress of the thin material. Her answer to this, as we kissed again, was to open her thighs just a little wider, so that I could slide my finger down, to feel the wetness at the gusset of her panties. Mrs Lent was certainly aroused, and I rubbed round, feeling the lips of her vagina slide about under the material. This really was heaven! I had watched these gorgeous legs, and this sexy figure, move round the office since I'd started the job, and now I was sitting on a comfy sofa, my hand up this mature woman's skirt, playing with her little panties.

Not just any woman. Mrs Lent was the office manager, a sullen, brusque woman on occasions, and I was just the 19 year old office junior, but she seemed to want me to enjoy her, and I wasn't about to protest. As we continued to kiss passionately, I suddenly heard a scuffling noise outside, and I broke away.

'What was that, Georgina? Did you hear that?' The light from inside the caravan shot across the park as I opened the caravan door, and I laughed as I saw a fox scurrying away, disappearing into the darkness behind the other caravans. I closed the door again, and reassured Georgina.

'If I had been here on my own, Paul, I would probably have locked the door, and spent the rest of the night huddled in bed, petrified. It's wonderful to have a man here with me, a considerate, kind man, and a handsome one at that. Come back here. I feel so protected with your arms around me.'

'Georgina, are you sure you want this to go on? No recriminations later? No giving me the silent treatment when we get back to the office,' and she knew exactly what I meant. By this time, I had sat down again, and put my arm round her shoulders again.

'Paul, I promise I will not mention a thing in the office, I really promise. This is too good to jeopardise,' and as she spoke, she took my tie right off, and undid all my shirt buttons. 'It's you that I worry about, Paul. I'm 51, old enough to be your mother, and I'm sure that when you leave here, you won't give me another thought and probably won't come near this caravan ever again.'

She buried her head in my naked chest, nibbling at my skin, running her hands over my body, sighing gently.

'I want you Paul. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I love you admiring my body, and your touch is so soft.' I kissed her again, and slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing a skimpy, pink bra, her breasts straining to escape. 'Please hold me, Paul. I haven't felt like this for years. You've woken feelings in me that I thought had gone forever. You've made me feel like a woman again. I'm yours, to dominate as you want.'

I kissed her hard, and moved a bra-strap down onto her arm. I eased a wonderful breast out of its cup, and felt the solid nipple, flicking and pinching it gently. I didn't want to rush these moments, as I would probably remember them for ever, but my cock was now rampant inside my trousers. Playing with Georgina's breast obviously increased her arousal, as well.

'God, Paul, you're so protective, I feel so safe, but I need you, Paul. Please do anything you want with me. You said you wanted to take photos of me. I'd love that, but please don't leave me. It's wonderful you being here,' and she moved her hand to my crotch and felt the hardness of my young cock through my trousers. 'Ohhh,' and she sighed as she held tightly between my legs.

'Don't worry, Georgina, I'm not going anywhere. Just relax, please relax, and everything will be OK.' I decided just to keep playing with Georgina. I wanted her to build up as slowly as she wanted, not to rush her into something that she didn't want, and I also wanted to enjoy this shapely, mature body, bringing all my fantasies to fruition. I ran my hand right to the top of her thigh again, slipping a finger under the side of her panties, to feel the tufts of hair protecting her sodden cunt lips.

Georgina continued caressing my cock through my trousers, and I bent and suckled on her hard nipple while I played in her pubic hair. Her legs were as wide as she could get them, and I gently moved her panties to the side, and felt her wet lips open as I ran my finger up the entrance to her vagina.

'Oh God, Paul. Take me to bed. I need you, now. I'm yours to do anything with. I ...oh God,...please take me to bed. Treat me like your slave, Paul. I'll do anything, now, but I want you.' She seemed frantic, not the controlled, icy woman in the office, but a frustrated, lonely woman giving herself up for pure pleasure.

I got up from the sofa, and helped Georgina up. She held my hand as we went to the other end of the caravan, to one of the doors off from the passage. The double bed took up most of the room, but it was still warm and cosy, and the little bedside light was more than sufficient. I took off my shirt, but Georgina turned to me and wanted my lips again. I put my arms round her shoulders, slipped her shirt off and kissed her deeply again.

'Let me take your trousers off, Paul. May I?' She undressed me completely, and I stood naked before her. My cock was standing to attention, and Georgina wrapped her hand around it, smiling into my eyes once more.

'Beautiful, Paul. You are so beautiful, and I just need to feel you, all of you,' and she dipped to lick me once, round the bulbous head of my rampant weapon. 'You have a magnificent cock. Come with me,' and she sat on the edge of the bed, and shuffled backwards, up the bed, me going forward on my knees to be beside her. She undid her skirt, and slid it down her legs, and she lay there in just bra and panties, high heels, and stockings and suspenders. For a woman of her age, she looked ravishing.

I held my cock, as I watched her, and I asked her to take her bra off completely. She obeyed, and I rubbed gently up and down on my member as her stunning breasts were revealed in all their glory. I lay down next to Georgina and began to caress her again. We kissed deeply, and my hand went straight between her legs, inside her panties, and I explored the wonderful, soft, succulent cunt.

'You are so sexy, Georgina, especially with your shoes and stockings on. It really turns me on,' and I nibbled her breasts, biting gently on her skin, and pulling the nipples between my teeth. I had two fingers playing inside her cunt, not harshly, but gently exploring her hidden depths, and drawing gasps of delight from Georgina's mouth.

'Anything, Paul. I said anything that you want. Just don't stop. It's wonderful. I mean it. You are so kind, I will do anything that you ask. Ummmmm.'

I moved my body down her side, and started to inch Georgina's panties down her tummy. She had her fingers in my hair, and lifted her bottom, to enable me to move her pants right down her thighs. I then saw the wonderful matt of hair all round her vagina, and I leaned down and ran my tongue right up her cunt, bringing a shaking of her body that said it all. She was sopping, and her hand grasped my head and held me between her legs. I just licked at her, and she was frantic. I went up and down, pushed in with my tongue, and then I found her clit and licked hard at the piece of erotic skin standing out from its hood.
'Christ, Paul, yeeeees, oh Paul. Please, please, just take me, anyway you want. Just take me, please.'

I wanted her now, really wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to enjoy her aroused state, and tease her while inside her. I slid her panties right down her legs and off, and I moved to kneel between her open thighs. I was so hard that I wouldn't need any guidance, and I just leaned forward over Georgina, and held myself up on my elbows. My groin pushed down between her legs, and my sensitive cock was nudging at the lips of her cunt. I watched her face as I pushed into her, only an inch or two, feeling her succulent lips enclose round me.

Georgina sighed again, and I moved back and then in a little further.

'Oh yes, Paul. Oh yes. Do it to me. Right inside me, please, ohhhhh...'

I held her head with one of my hands, and pulled it up to me to kiss her. I shuffled a little, over her body, and then I pushed my cock into her with more force, holding her face up to mine and lashing her mouth with my tongue.

'Oh... PPPPaul, yeeee...', but she couldn't finish. I started a steady rhythm within Georgina's cunt, and I moved a hand back to lift one of her thighs. I felt the nylon stocking round my waist, and then she lifted both legs and put them round my bottom, crossing her feet to keep them in place. I could feel the leather of her shoes on my back, so I started to plunge even harder.

Up and down went my body, my cock almost leaving her body before I thrust it back, right down into her depths. It was a fantastic fuck, and Georgina knew all the right noises to make, and all the right body movements to bring excitement to us both. I was smitten.

'Do you really want to be dominated, Georgina? Do you mean you would do anything? I wouldn't want to hurt you, or take liberties with you,' and I thrust in as hard as I could, watching her face contort, her mouth loll open and her eyes close.

'Oh, you feel wonderful inside me. Just keep doing it to me, Paul. Oh... I meant it all, Paul. I'd love you to take control of me, and make me do whatever you wanted. Anything that you wanted. God, harder, Paul, harder.'

'Like what, Georgina? What would I make you do? Tell me'. Her stockings moved further up my back, and I was able to get deeper into Georgina Lent's cunt. I was plunging into her body, almost nailing her to the bed, but she could take it, and was panting and moaning quite genuinely, make no mistake. 'Tell me Georgina.'

'I live a lonely life here, Paul. You've probably worked that out. Oh Gooood, this is good... If I could just have you around for a while, if only for just a few months before you got fed up, I would really treasure it. I'd obey your every wish. I'd dress just how you wanted me to, you could take photos of me if you wanted, and I'd be your...Christ, you feel so big inside of me. I'm nearly 'cumming' Paul.'

'You'd be my what, Georgina,' and I gave one extra special thrust, and felt the lips in the deepest part of her cunt almost open to take me into her stomach.

'Your slave, Paul. Let me be your slave. Ask me anything, and I'll obey you Paul, I promise. Say you'll come back. I need this, Paul.'

I gushed my thick semen into Georgina's cunt. What she had just said had taken me over the top, and I was unable to hold back any longer. My mind and body had been completely overwhelmed. Feeling me splashing inside her, and the force of our coupling had also brought Georgina to the top, and tears were in her eyes as she grabbed my neck and held me tightly, while her body shook, and then went rigid, as her orgasm ripped through her.

It had been the most fantastic experience of my young life, and this mature woman had brought me magnificent pleasure. We lay together, my arm cuddling her up to me, and I was still mesmerised by those thighs, even though I had just been lying between them, enjoying all the other secrets of her body.

'Now you've had me, Paul, I suppose you'll go, and that'll be that! But I meant it all. Please come back, and let me be your slave. Dominate me just how you want to. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you now, and all I want from you is your company.'

I lay there, bathing in her words.

On Monday morning, I resigned from my job. I got another one the same day, paying the same money.

I wanted to give Georgina my company, and I looked forward to dominating her like she had pleaded. I couldn't wait to get back to the caravan!!
Me and Georgina Pt. 02
Mature woman enjoys submitting to younger man!
Me and Georgina (Part 2)

I had got involved with Georgina, my 51 year old boss, and this had forced me to change my job. A woman who I was sleeping with could not be my immediate boss, and Georgina's pleas to be dominated, and treated as a slave, were too good to pass up. I wanted a lot more of Georgina, and I think she was desperate for me to give her more, but it wasn't conducive to good working relations.

I was only 19, and changing my office job turned out to be a blessing in disguise, really, as I started to work with people of my own age, and the chances of moving up the ladder were far greater. The pay rises were bigger, and more frequent, too.

Georgina and I had got to 'know one another' when I worked in her little accounts section, in a large factory, and now she wanted more, there was no question. I had woken up her dormant sexual side that had probably been asleep for years, and it was a chance to bring my most erotic fantasies to life. I was a young, fit teenager, and Georgina knew that she could get me to come and service her sexual needs, only if she allowed me to dominate her, and give her no say, at all, in how she should behave.

I intended to do this, in the nicest possible way, of course, but I was going to visit Georgina regularly and, hopefully, watch her give in and pleasure my every sexual whim. She had dyed, blonde hair, had good breasts, fine hips, and her legs were out of this world. She lived on her own in a caravan, had no immediate family, and she wanted taking under my wing, even though I was young enough to be her son. By taking her out for an evening meal, and then ending up in her bed when we got back to the caravan, Georgina believed that there was somebody out there who could care for her. Me! I was happy to act out that role, but as a young, excited male, I would turn each situation to my own erotic advantage --I hoped!!

I did not want to be cruel, and I still wanted to treat her like a lady on occasions, but I knew Georgina was the kind of woman who, if you gave her inch, so to speak, she would take a mile. The ladies where she worked were treated to sulky moods, bitter asides, and downright rudeness some times, and she could be a real bitchy madam if up against a weak person. I was not going to let this happen --she wanted a friend and lover --she would pay a form of 'retainer' for the privilege. I wanted Georgina to 'appreciate' the kindness that I was going to bestow upon her.

The most exciting thing about a woman of Georgina's age is that they are not frightened of their bodies, or their sexuality. If you fondle and press the right buttons, they will want to give themselves completely, and want you to push the limits even further. They have probably experienced wonderful sensations already in their lives, so if you can re-enact these moments, then they will give you even more, and want you to extend their boundaries of erotic excitement even further. I felt that Georgina was one of these women.

A week after the visit to the restaurant, I called on Georgina at the caravan, unannounced. It was nearly 12 midday on a Sunday morning. As I drove along the bumpy lane into the caravan park, coming the other way was the flash Ford car, driven by, I was almost certain, Georgina's 'good friend, George.' What was he doing here? Either just going home after a long night, or he'd dropped Georgina off after church? Which one do you think, eh??

I knocked on the caravan door, and when she opened it, Georgina almost fell over herself to embrace me.

'Oh Paul, I've missed you, I've missed you so much. I didn't know whether you were coming round today --thank God you did --oh, it's lovely just to touch you and smell you again.' As I went up the step into the caravan, she clung to my chest and shoulders, and allowed me to kiss her wonderful lips deeply, opening them slightly, so I could explore her mouth briefly.

'God, I've missed that. I've missed those arms around my body, Paul. Why did you have to leave the job? It's not the same in the office without you.'

I explained my reasoning, and said I didn't want our careers to spoil our relationship, and this way, there would be no secondary reasons why we couldn't look forward to seeing one another whenever possible. She was in a good job, well established, and in a position of authority --I, on the other hand, was still young, and could easily start again in another place of employment --it seemed pretty obvious that it would be easier for me to change --and I had!!

Georgina looked good. Her face was made up with light make-up and soft lip-stick, and she had on tight, blue denim jeans that fitted snugly all round her ass, and down between her legs. I could see the well-filled bra pushing against the white T shirt. At 51, Georgina Lent could still rouse blood pressures.

'Did I see George as I came along the lane, Georgina?' I thought I'd get this little prick out of the way before I discussed what I'd really come for.

'Oh, Paul. Thank God you saw him. I didn't know how to tell you. He came round this morning, and wanted to know what was going on. Why I hadn't phoned him, or answered his messages. I didn't tell him anything about you, as it's none of his business, really, is it? You're not stupid, are you Paul? You know he's married, don't you? Well, I told him he was using me, and had been doing so for ages. He lived with his wife, I said, but when it was convenient to him, he expected to take me out, or come round here for 'coffee,' and then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks.'

Sounded like quite a good policy, I thought, but I daren't say so.

'So I sent him off with a flea in his ear, Paul,' and Georgina laughed and clung to my chest again, and offered up her mouth once more. As I pushed all round her mouth with my tongue, I squeezed her wonderful ass through her jeans, pulling her in so that she could feel my cock through my trousers, up against her groin. She sighed her first sigh, and I thought now was the time. The story about George could have been the truth --it could have been a pack of lies. I'd find out in due course.

'Georgina, I want to talk to you about our relationship, and some of the items that were briefly mentioned when we had the evening together last week. Is that OK? I'll get a couple of chairs.' She looked a little worried, and that was the idea, and I placed the two dining chairs side by side, but facing opposite ways, so that she and I could still touch, and be very close, and look one another in the eye—a sort of formal meeting in her lounge.

'There's nothing wrong, is there Paul? Please say I haven't upset you in any way?' I put my hand on her knee after we were seated, and tried to reassure her.

'Don't worry, Georgina, don't worry at all. I love being with you, I told you that umpteen times last week, didn't I? I just want to sort out a few things so that I know what to expect, and you understand how I would like you to behave. Not too much, but it will make such a difference to our enjoyment, both for you and me. Is that OK?'

'Oh yes Paul. Whatever you say! I told you that I feel so protected when you're around, that I'm prepared to do anything you say. That evening, last weekend, was like a dream for me, and I just want to carry on making you happy, so that you're here with me as much as possible. God, you're so tall and handsome, and young and fit. I can't believe this is happening to me!!'

Her hand had joined mine on her knee, and she ran my fingers up and down her denim clad thigh, taking me nearer and nearer to her crotch. I pushed my fingers against the hard seam of the denim, between her legs, but only for a split second, and then I took my hand away completely. It was a taster for her, and it gave me the thrill of feeling this sexy, mature woman again.

'Georgina, that's very nice of you to say so. I've drawn up a short list that I'd like you to have a look at. It outlines matters that we touched on last week, and a few more that appeal to me. I hope that you can agree to these little points, as it would ensure that our relationship continues as an exciting and close liaison. Please take a look,' and I handed her a piece of pink printing paper that I had chosen especially, the words on it in bold type, and printed on my word processor. I stood up, and walked slowly around Georgina as she read my list.

'You can keep that paper, Georgina. I have kept a copy for myself back at the lodgings. I hope you find the list reasonable --do you?' and I rested my hands on her neck, massaging her shoulders as she sat.

'In our passion last week,' I carried on, 'you did hint that such domination on my part would bring a certain amount of pleasure to you. Thinking about it over the past few days, I have realised that your idea is wonderful, and I think by drawing up these guidelines, they will bring even greater pleasure to both of us, Georgina. It would be unfortunate if you no longer felt able to agree with my suggestions. I really do have to go in a moment, Georgina.' I was pushing and testing her immediately, and as I spoke, I ran my hands down her chest to cup and caress the golden breasts in the tight Tshirt.

'No, Paul, no. Please don't go. You've only just arrived,' and she broke away and stood up, clinging to my waist and chest again. 'I'll do it, Paul. I agree to the rules. All of them. Absolutely. Oh, God, I love them, Paul, I really do. I'm happy to agree, I really am. I said I wanted it this way, and I really do. It's given me something tangible in my life again.' She was frantic to agree there and then, and I kissed her lips hard, and felt the hard nipples of her straining breasts through her T shirt and bra. She was excitable and excited. I didn't expect it to be this easy, but I had got her!!

'I want you to be absolutely sure, Georgina, and that is why I am going now. These rules will be binding once signed, so you have a few hours to digest their full meaning, and back out if you want to. I shall be back at 8o'clock tonight, with my copy of the rules, and we shall both sign both copies. OK? If you are agreeable, and sign the forms, then I would expect 2 things straight away, tonight--:

One --You will have on your tightest T-shirt and a tight bra. You will also have on a very short skirt, high heels, and a miniscule pair of panties. Bare legs, Georgina, no stockings tonight. Full make-up, as well, Georgina.

Secondly --You will have ready, for my inspection, every photograph that you have in this caravan. If I think you are still hiding any, I will carry out a search myself. Is that understood, Georgina? I have to go now.'

She clung on again, and I took the opportunity to squeeze that wonderful ass again. There was no feeling like it, but I wasn't going to give in to temptation now, not for the sake of just a few hours, and the possibility of a lifetime (or a few years, at least) of sexual fun with this woman. I wanted to treat her properly, but that way, Georgina would give me everything!

'Oh, I understand, Paul. I'll be here at eight. I'm yours, Paul,' and she opened her mouth for one last tonguing, and then I left her panting at the caravan door. I smiled as I took the car down the bumpy path, and I looked forward to 8o'clock that night.

This was terrific. When I came to this town, I was just a teenager with reasonable ambition. I liked sport, and kept myself reasonably fit, and I had found some comfortable lodgings where the landlady and her husband were very pleasant, and didn't poke their noses into my business too much. I had got a little car, and a job, where I met Georgina, and I had been fortunate enough to get an even better job without having to wait around too long. My finances were OK, and I was able to put money away for 'a rainy day' and little treats. On the horizon was the possibility of a little windfall, as a rich, aged auntie was likely to pass away at any time, so life was quite good at the moment.

Just to put the icing on the cake, by pure accident, I had found a mature, attractive and sexy woman who wanted companionship and physical attention so much, that she was willing to compromise her own morals in order to get, and hold onto, that attention. If I was clever, this could go on for ages, and I wanted to push it as far as it would go!!

I had a 'nap' in the chair at the lodgings, and then had Sunday 'roast' with the family. I wanted to enjoy a very erotic evening with Georgina, and I wanted to tease her a little as well, so I put on my tightest denim jeans, those that didn't leave a lot to the imagination when I was aroused, a 'Fred Perry' sports vest, and wore my black, leather jacket over the top.

I set off in the car, slipped into the 'off-licence' to get two bottles of red 'Corbieres' wine, and I was back at Georgina's caravan by 8. I didn't forget to bring my half of the pink 'contract'. It was dark by now, and the curtains were closed on the caravan windows. I knocked twice, and the door opened within 10 seconds.

Georgina was all in black, and looked fabulous. She turned and I followed her up into the caravan, and I immediately noticed some 'dog eared' photo albums and tattered old envelopes on the table. Not yet, I thought. Georgina turned to me, and wanted to be encompassed by my frame around her. I held my arm around her shoulders, and used my other hand to pull her waist round to me, so that I was enclosing her body while she kissed me with her open-mouthed passion. God, she was an erotic woman when she wanted to be.

'Well, Georgina, I have brought my copy of our little agreement. From your attire, I take it that you're happy to sign?' and I smiled, as I held her body and looked into her eyes. She had had the opportunity to digest just what I had set out for her--:

Be clothed as I instruct, wherever and whenever, and at all times.

Accompany me wherever I ask you to

Be available for my company, given reasonable notice

If I have friends or work colleagues with me, treat them with respect or in the manner I otherwise instruct

If I choose to record occasions with camera or video camera, you will

willingly cooperate

Although any of these instructions can be a matter for debate, the final

decision shall rest with me

You shall be prepared to discuss all aspects of your private life with me, if instructed to do so,

If you are away from my company, you will act like the mature,

sophisticated woman that you are, but you will continue to dress in the

manner that I shall instruct you in.

You will obtain a mobile phone, and it shall be switched on at all times.

My guidance shall be all consuming.

'Absolutely Paul. Is the outfit acceptable to you? I haven't been able to get anything new, I'm afraid, as it's Sunday, but I'll try for something during the week. I'll also get a mobile phone tomorrow, if I can. Oh, Paul..., if you look after me, you know I'll do anything for you, don't you? The rules excite me, Paul, and I'll live my life by them, now. Oh, you are wonderful'

Was I really wonderful? I wanted to look after her, and I didn't want to hurt her at all, but she was all my sexual fantasies rolled into one. She wanted me, she wanted me to give her protection, and warmth and love, and if I did this, she was prepared to give herself, lock, stock and barrel to my 'code of conduct.' If true, I think I was going to be a very fortunate, and very satisfied young man!!

I broke away from the wonderful smell of perfume, and Georgina giggled, and sighed, as we both signed the pink pieces of paper. I put one back into my pocket, and gave the other back to my mature acquaintance, watching her put it into her little purse. The light was low, but I was happy to keep it like that, and I took a seat on one of the soft cushions on the settee, and sat back and looked at my new 'possession.'

'Georgina, you don't have to apologise, as your outfit looks absolutely stunning. I'd like to look more closely, so would you just stand in front of me for a moment. There, that's great. Not too close, not too close. Let me look at you.' Georgina stood two or three feet away from me, purring like a contented cat, and I surveyed her mature figure.

The black T shirt was extremely tight, and the up-lift bra was pushing hard against the material, Georgina's breasts really thrusting out in superb shape. The black, woollen skirt fitted snugly around her waist, and was so short that I watched the stunning, white thighs taper down from the hem of the skirt, to the attractive knees and calves, and then Georgina's dainty feet were pushed high onto tip-toe by the black, high-heeled sandals. Georgina was aiming to please!!

'You look delicious, Georgina. I love the way your breasts thrust out so firmly in the shapely bra. Magnificent! You know that I really admire your legs, anyway, don't you. We'll have to get them tanned as quickly as possible, don't you think, Georgina. Perhaps we can get you in for a few sessions at a health club, concentrating on getting your legs as brown as possible. Would you see if you can get that organised, Georgina?'

She smiled back at my comments, nodding her agreement.

'I bought some wine with me, Georgina. I think we ought to celebrate this important occasion, don't you. It's like a 'Memorandum of Understanding' between nations, being signed, don't you think,' and we both laughed, because, to us, it was far more important. Georgina got a corkscrew and I opened one of the bottles and poured out two glasses of wine. I gave one to the sexy blonde woman, and sat down on the sofa again.

'A huge 'cheers' to you, Georgina. Now, could you just turn round,' and she moved round as I was still speaking --very keen!! 'Lovely, that's really lovely, Georgina. Your legs are really stunning, aren't they, and your thighs are probably the sexiest I've ever seen. Will you pull the skirt up so that I can see them in their entirety, right up to your bottom. That's right. Wonderful'

Georgina stood with her back to me, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, so that I could enjoy looking at her little, black panties, the cheeks of her wonderful bottom, and her shapely legs in the high heels. I reached out a hand and touched her skirt.

Georgina moved slightly, and I was able to hold the top of her skirt, while still relaxing on my chair.

'You can let go now Georgina, and just keep your hands on the fronts of your thighs.' Her skirt fell to its natural length, which was still about 4 inches above the knee, and I watched the shapely figure as Georgina remained still, with her back to me.

'Right, Georgina. Oh, you feel wonderful, so wonderful already.' My hand had gone under the back of her little skirt, and found her panties straight away. 'Open your legs, Georgina,' and she moved her feet apart in the high heels. I felt her bottom, and my hand went down to feel the wetness at the gusset of the panties. I felt little tufts of pubic hair escaping from the sliver of material at Georgina's vagina, and I rubbed gently, along the material, and Georgina's vagina opened under my touch. She sighed, but held her ground.

'Your body feels just as fantastic as last time I touched it Georgina. I'd like to start to look at the photographs, Georgina, as I asked you this afternoon. Are they the albums and things I see on the table?' Two of my fingers slid under her panties and entered the sopping cunt that was waiting expectantly.

'Yes, Paul, ohhhh...they're on the table.'

'I hope they're all there, Georgina,' and as a reminder, my two digits pushed up swiftly into the luscious vagina, and Georgina lifted briefly onto tip-toe. She had to shuffle her feet slightly, to stop herself from falling over.

'They're all there, Paul. They're all there. I promise. God, your fingers feel good up inside me. So gentle, but you're right inside of me, umm...'
'Go and fetch the photos, then, and come and sit next to me. Are you absolutely sure that every photo you have is here, Georgina?'

I allowed her to move away from me, and gather the items up from the table. She brought them back, and plonked them on the settee next to me, and then she bent over and kissed me as hard as she could, her mouth opening, and her perfume and passion engulfing me wonderfully. I ran my hand up the back of her thighs as Georgina bent over me, and I felt the wet panties again, tight to her vagina, but I noticed that she looked a little sad when she lifted her head and looked into my eyes, and I sensed that she wanted to tell me something.

'Paul, I promise that every picture and photo that I own is here. I also have two video films in a locked draw, and you can see them whenever you want to --if you want to. I am not proud of some of these things, Paul, and I don't particularly want to look at them with you, but,... but,'

'But what Georgina,' and she sat down next to me on the sofa, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I kissed her on the cheek, and tried to placate her. 'It's OK Georgina, everything is OK. You can trust me' --(that's like saying 'the cheque's in the post', isn't it)--, 'and you can tell me all about the skeletons that obviously haunt you, Georgina.' I clamped her body into me by putting my arm right round her shoulders, and pulling her into me, and I watched the silky thighs squirm right beside me.

'Oh Paul, my God, what have you done to me? For the last God knows how many years, I have had to be independent, and very private. My earlier life wasn't very pleasant, but I've never wanted to talk about it, and I've learnt to stand on my own two feet, and throw myself into my work. All I've wanted was a warm, kind man to come along, someone who wouldn't judge me by my past, and someone who would take me under their wing, and be considerate towards me. Never in a million years did I think that it would be a handsome, 19 year old, young man, and I still can't really believe it, Paul. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up in a minute, and find you gone, and it's all been a dream. By agreeing to show you all my photos, and tell you about myself, I think I can finally erase all the horrible memories, and show you that you mean so much to me now. I have to trust someone, Paul, and I trust you.'

Georgina started to sniffle, but I held her face and began to kiss her again, and our mouths opened to lash our tongues together. She was a passionate woman and I loved it!! Her hardness and bitterness, and the rudeness in the office, could almost certainly be explained by her loneliness and unhappy memories, but she was willing to tell me all about them, and I could hopefully understand, and then help her move on to a new, happier era in her life.

'I understand what you're trying to say, Georgina, and you know it would be really beneficial if you spilled it all out, wouldn't it? That's what you want to do, isn't it? You don't have to look at the photos, but I do, don't I? You don't have to watch the videos, but I do, don't I?' ( I'm kind, I thought, but I'm not a mug—I want to see the lurid photos and videos, no question). That way I will understand more about your life, won't I? 'The 'Rules' still apply, of course, Georgina, don't they?' and I laughed, trying to keep her spirits up. 'Now, go and make some coffee, and we'll get you through this,' and I smacked her bottom, playfully, as I pushed her off the sofa towards the kitchen.

While she made the coffee, I flicked through a few of the pages of the first album. Some were of a little girl, with her parents, a few more of the same girl in school uniform and playing sports, and I saw a couple of a very sexy teenager, obviously Georgina. Nothing rude, just jeans and jumper, but there was no doubting that the attractive girl was going to grow into a fine young, attractive woman. Then I saw her with a man, his arm around her shoulders while they posed for the camera. He was in his thirties, at least, while Georgina was just a teenager. An uncle? Her father? Did it matter?

Just then, Georgina returned with the coffee, and I closed the album.

'I want you to tell me everything about your early life, Georgina. Even if it hurts. OK?'

'Yes, I know Paul, and I want to tell you it all. Afterwards, will you make love to me, very slowly, just to take all the horrible memories away?,' and she kissed me really tenderly. I smiled and my reply was in the kiss.

'I can't talk with the lights on, though, Paul. I can't do it with the lights on. I will tell you what you want to know, but just hold me in the darkness, it'll be much easier, please!!'

I switched off the lights in the caravan, and Georgina stretched out on the sofa, laying her head on my lap, so that I could stroke her hair, and caress her, and coax her through the traumatic memories that she was going to have to recall. Although it was now dark in the room, her perfume was again stunning to my senses, and I could feel her shapely body in the sexy clothes, although there was some light from the moon that crept in through the curtains. I could see her creamy thighs stretched out along side of me.

Georgina told me about her childhood in north London, about her parents, who were now deceased, and her elder brother, who had emigrated to Australia years ago. She held one of my hands very tightly, as though it was a lucky charm, and I was able to caress her gently with my other hand. She then spoke about meeting 'Charlie', and very quickly told me that he was 20 years older than her, was a scrap-metal dealer in London, and had lavished Georgina with whatever she wanted. She said she had fallen under his spell when she was 17, and went against her parents' wishes and married Charlie when she was just 20 years old.

So, Georgina had married a 40 year old scrap-metal dealer when she was only 20, and it was against her parents' wishes --not a great start to adult life!! Charlie must have been the man in the photo.

'Were you happy, Georgina? Was it a good life?' She didn't speak for a moment or two.

'I thought it was going to be great --you do at that age, don't you? He took me to parties, bought me nice things, took me up the West End of London for nights out, and I thought I was really happy. But my parents didn't really want anything to do with the marriage, and Charlie started to get very moody, especially when he had no money. In the scrap business, you either had loads of money in your pocket, or you didn't have any at all. He wouldn't let me go out to work, even though I wanted to, as he got very jealous, but when we went out together, I had to dress up like a tart just so he could show me off, mainly to his mates.'

'What did you do all the time, then, Georgina? You're not stupid, are you?'

'I carried on studying at home. I wanted to be a teacher, but I hadn't got the exams, so I was determined to learn while I was married. I did 'Open University' on the TV and spent as much time as I could swatting up, particularly on maths, which was my favourite. Charlie said if I qualified to be a teacher, he would let me work in a school.—I suppose he thought that children wouldn't be a danger to me!!'

'What went wrong then, Georgina? Give me a kiss --you're being so brave, you stunning, sexy woman,' and I lifted her head to mine, and we mingled our lips together, and then our tongues and saliva, and then I felt her breasts heaving in the tight T shirt. They were so soft, but beautifully curvy in the shapely bra.

'Well, things got quite a lot worse, Paul. I started to get a few little jobs helping out at schools, while I continued with my studies at home, but Charlie got more and more moody, and sometimes he could be quite threatening. He...he. ...he didn't...,' and Georgina turned her head away, not wanting to look into my eyes.

'What Georgina? Go on, it's OK, it really is OK. Bury these demons, go on.'

'Well, he didn't actually hit me, but he was so jealous, and he was much older and more powerful than me, it became a nightmare. I had to look good when we went out, and he loved to show me off. I was just his plaything really, but I was determined to try and keep going.'

'He'd earned quite a lot of money one year, and was quite flush, when I was about 25, I suppose, and we went to Turkey on holiday for a couple of weeks. I really looked forward to it, and thought it might bring us a bit closer together, but it was quite the opposite. Oh, Paul...it was horrible, but at the time, I tried to think it was nice...oh God.'

'What happened in Turkey, Georgina?'

'It was horrific, Paul. I couldn't go into details, not at all. We were having quite a nice holiday, and I was doing my best to placate Charlie, and look really sexy for him, but one night, he overstepped the mark, and that was the end for me. This 45 year old man, supposed to be my husband, had allowed me to be treated just like a whore. He...he let...he let 3 Turkish men sort of...sort of play with me in the back room of the restaurant where they worked, and it was horrific.' She was having a job to get the words out, but I let her carry on. 'It was the second to last night of the holiday, and I suppose Charlie thought that he could just take liberties with me, before he had to return and face the real world back in England. He...he just sat and watched, until they were finished, and then we just walked back to our cottage together, as though we'd just come out of church.'

'Couldn't you do anything, Georgina?'

'What could I do, Paul? I was alone with my husband and 3 other men. I didn't speak the language, didn't know anybody else in the country, never mind the village, and had no-one to turn to. Charlie had all the money, the airline tickets, and I was helpless. I was determined, though, to leave Charlie when we got back to England. I closed my thoughts and feelings to it all, and concentrated on just getting back home in one piece. Fuck Charlie, and fuck this marriage, I thought.' Georgina was crying by now.

'Come on now, Georgina, come on. There's no need for that, is there?' I'd never heard her swear before, and it didn't really suit her, but what did suit me was the way she curled up in a ball in my lap. She was closing it all in, like a hedgehog, fending off all-comers. Her legs curled right up, her knees under her chin almost, and I was able to put my arms round her and hold her tightly to me. Her thighs, under the mini-skirt, were totally exposed and I was able to alternate between caressing her back, her face and shoulders, her milky white thighs, and, for split seconds every now and then, I went under the hem of the skirt and ran my fingers gently round Georgina's ass and between the tops of her thighs.

This didn't seem to put Georgina off, and I didn't prompt her in any way.

'They were all swarthy men, Paul, all older than me, and they looked so polite and considerate as we were eating our meal. I couldn't believe it when they held my arms and just led me into the small yard at the back of the restaurant. Straight away, their hands were all over me. There were some old chairs, and an old settee, in the yard, and one of the men, the eldest I think, sat down on a chair, his flies already undone. Oh Paul...it was awful, awful...but Charlie, the bastard, just smiled and kept drinking more wine as he watched it!!'

'You don't have to, Geo...,' but she wouldn't let me finish.

'I had to suck them all down into my throat, Paul. I had to suck their cocks inside my mouth. UUgh!! They pushed me to my knees, and then just held me there, as each one got really hard and wet in my mouth.'

I was getting the feeling, like the naïve young man that I was, that Georgina was not as traumatised about all these recollections as she liked to make out. I wasn't pushing her for intimate details, and yet she knew all the little things that had occurred. It was making me excited, but I didn't think it was supposed to make her excited, too. I let my fingers run under her skirt again, only this time I slid them under the panties, into her pubic hair, and gently between the wet lips of Georgina's cunt.

What a fantastic feeling!! She was absolutely sopping, and 'accidentally on purpose' she moved the muscles in her legs slightly, so that the padded vaginal lips opened subtly to let my fingers into her. I did not retract!! Could it be that Georgina wanted to get turned on while recounting her tale, so that she could get it out of her system, whilst at the same time end up getting a good fucking to put the matter to rest? I'd test her.

'Did you take more than one cock in your mouth at the same time, Georgina,' and I pushed two digits right into her opening body. I felt a slurp.

'I think...I think so, Paul. Yes, I had two cocks in my mouth at one time. Oh, that's nice, Paul, ye...yes, oh Paul, you're so understanding!!' (What's understanding about sticking your fingers up a mature woman's cunt when she's recalling being raped on holiday—but I was just a 19 year old, and didn't know anything!!).

'Go on Georgina. Open your legs. Carry on, so that you can forget the episode for ever!!' Her legs opened straight away, and my hand pulled her skirt right up, and then I went to the front of her black panties. The moon shone down onto the sofa as I pushed my fingers down the front of Georgina's pants, and went at her a little more roughly.

'Come on Georgina, tell me. You want to tell me what happened in Turkey, so I want to know it all. You're very wet, really wet, aren't you, and I know that you're really enjoying telling me aren't you? Did they 'cum' on your face, Georgina, or did you let them spurt down your throat --come on, tell me, you want to, don't you, then you might get a good fucking on that big bed of yours.'

Her breathing was now heavy, she was panting, and her head lolled about. One of her hands went down onto the front of her pants, to push my fingers through the material.

'Yes, Paul, push in harder, go on, please. They all fucked me Paul. One came in my mo... yes, yes, harder, Paul. One came in my mouth, and then they just bent me over the settee and fucked me hard from behind, each taking turns, while the other two got their breath back. '

'Aaaaaaghhh, Paul, Paul, no, no,,,,yesssss ----I'm 'cumming' Paul,' and I could feel her cunt in spasms as Georgina could no longer control its movements. There was no question that Georgina had brought that climax on herself, and she just lay in my arms, silently coming back down to normality.

We weren't going to discuss Turkey anymore that evening, I could see that, but perhaps my interrogation of her behaviour had added to her eroticism, and it was something that she couldn't resist. I made a mental note to try it with Georgina whenever possible. She had a lot of life to look back over.

'I really must go Georgina. I've got to call in the pub on the way home, and I have to be at work by 7 in the morning.'

'No Paul, no. Please!! You said,' and she squirmed her body all round me, and her lips were kissing me all over my face, but I had to resist --just this once. I wanted to toy with her just one more time, to really stretch her loyalty, and then I would give her just what she wanted, just what the rules were designed for!!

'I have to Georgina, but I will be here tomorrow evening to take you for a quiet drink. I know it's a Monday, but I think you deserve a reward after the heartache of this evening. Put the photos away, and I will inspect them another time, Georgina. OK?'

'I suppose it will have to be, won't it,' she giggled, 'but I shall expect you to treat me like a lady tomorrow --all within the 'code of conduct' of course. Any particular outfit, Paul?'

'I'll come round at 7o'clock, inspect your clothes, and then I'll choose. I can wait while you get ready then, can't I, Georgina?' I had left within 5 minutes.

I had learnt another lesson tonight. If you let a woman talk through her ordeals, you will probably find out that they enjoy being a little submissive, and really get turned on by having to recall their experiences. Georgina certainly did, and I was sure there was more where that came from --and I still hadn't seen the photos or the videos yet!!

The following evening, we had found a very secluded pub out in the country, about 40 minutes drive away, and were sitting by the enormous log fire in the lounge bar by 8.30. I had chosen Georgina's outfit when I went to collect her, and she looked classically fuckable!!

I didn't want anything sluttish, or tartish, but I wanted it to be classy and sophisticated, with really erotic underwear underneath. It was a cold January night, so Georgina's underwear was covered by the thick, suede coat that she often wore, but I insisted that Georgina took it off as soon as we were in the pub. There weren't many others in the tiny, little inn, and the lounge bar was dimly lit with only a few candles to supplement the glow from the hot fire. We sat in a couple of chairs near the fire, but I made sure that I was facing Georgina, and that she was facing the little wooden bar. A couple of tots of whisky, and packets of crisps, soon got our blood flowing again.

'Now Georgina. This is a very quiet pub, out of the way, and no-one is likely to know us here, are they? You look stunning in the mauve dress, and the sheer black stockings only add to the picture of classy sexiness that you portray.' She smiled her appreciative smile, and crossed the silky legs. Oh, God --I was rampant already. The dress was not short, it sat beautifully on this 51 year old woman, and it melded tightly to her body, and her fine breasts stood out magnificently.

There was a bar girl behind the bar, about 18 I should think, and every now and then, the elderly landlord would poke his nose round the corner, to make sure everything was OK. After a couple of sips from our glasses, I began to entice Georgina a little.

'This is very nice, Georgina, isn't it? You look really classy tonight, and I'd love to make love to you in that dress. Have you any photos in that dress, you know, erotic photos?'

'I'm not telling you about any of the photos, Paul. Please. You can look through them as much as you want, but I don't want to talk about them. Some of them I had to steal from their owners when we separated, just so that they didn't get in the wrong hands --I should've torn them up really, but there we are. I want you to make love to me, though. In any dress, any dress at all. You know that Paul, don't you?'

'Georgina, I want us to go away for a weekend together --in about 2 or 3 weeks time, when the weather is a bit warmer. Would you like that? I know a lovely little place down on the south coast, and if we both took Friday afternoon off work, we could drive down and have a nice couple of days together before coming back on the Sunday evening.' She almost bit my arm off!!

'Oh God, yes please, Paul. Oh yes. Anywhere. Take me away and play with me. That would be absolutely lovely. I don't really know the south coast very well, so you can show me the sights, and perhaps the beaches. If you want to take me out of the bedroom, that is!!'

I was going to have a dirty weekend with this mature woman and she couldn't wait!! She just wanted to give herself to me, and enjoy all the attention.

'Of course, Georgina, we need to get you a new outfit before we go, so next Saturday we'll go into the city, and buy you some boots, with matching skirt and top. The expense of the clothes, and the weekend, will be shared between us, Georgina. OK.'

She was agreeable to anything, and I think it was probably the first time in years that anybody had offered a little break away from the caravan for her. I could see the excitement on her face, and I really did keep feeling sorry for her, particularly after the tales she had told me about her marriage to Charlie --what a shit he must have been. Treating Georgina like a lady would bring great rewards to me, and I could probably be rough and dominating with her, as long as I stayed by her side, and protected her from loneliness and despair.
'Of course, Georgina, the 'rules' will apply all the time, even for the weekend away, and I would like to bring a camera with me, to take scenic pictures and capture memories for my scrapbook.' I smiled at the sexy woman, and I went to the bar to top up the drinks, and Georgina knew full well what I meant.

'I love the white underwear I chose for you this evening, Georgina. It holds your body beautifully, and you look really sexy again.' I had changed the subject from the weekend, but the scene had been set for our little break away together, and Georgina could enjoy the thoughts over the next few weeks. I reached over and put my hand on Georgina's knee, quite subtly to start with, but I could see that she was enjoying my touch. She was facing the bar, and I had done this on purpose, as I wanted to test Georgina in the face of public display. We knew no-one here, but it was still in public, and I wondered how far she would allow me to venture.

'I'd love to caress you now, Georgina, you're legs are really turning me on again.' I watched her smiling at me, and I knew that the thought excited her, in spite of being sat in the lounge bar of a public house. This was a woman who could show off almost the entire length of her legs in an office, and still give the impression that she had no control over it, so what I wanted to do now should be easy for her.

'I'd love to run my fingers up your thigh and feel the soft, white skin above your stocking tops, Georgina. Would you like that?' My fingers crept another inch or two up her leg, and then I stopped for a moment, and watched Georgina's face. Did she want me to go on? Did she want the exciting feeling of exhibiting herself here in this quiet little country pub? I carried on.

'Georgina, please just cross your legs for me. You know how it excites me. Let your dress ride up your thighs, so that I can see more of your sexy legs. You shouldn't be ashamed of them, Georgina --and I don't think you are, are you? You've always loved teasing with your legs, and I saw you loads of times at the office letting your skirt go up your legs --you almost gave all the old men heart attacks. Do it for me now, Georgina, please do it.'

I took my hand away from her thigh, and took a sip from my glass. I was able to watch Georgina begin one of her clever movements of crossing her legs without appearing to know what she was doing. It was fabulous. The woollen, mauve material rode up and up, and she held her thigh up just long enough to allow the hem to go far enough up, without her suspenders coming into view. She was a past master at the art. She rested her thigh across the other leg, and I could have fucked her there and then --and she knew it!!

I noticed that the old landlord appeared to spend more and more time in our 'bar' and it was pretty obvious why. Georgina was not making a spectacle of herself, but she was showing off her stunning legs in the high heels, and who could blame anybody for wanting to watch. This was the first time I had asked Georgina to do anything in public for me, and I didn't want to overdo it on this occasion --we were just starting off, and if I went slowly, slowly, then I could increase my demands over the months, and Georgina would learn my ways. She had said, 'Do what you want with me, Paul, treat me as your slave, I love the rules,' hadn't she? Well, I wanted to build her up nicely, so that indeed she was my slave and plaything. It was mind-blowing stuff for a young man.

'I want to give you satisfaction, this evening, Georgina. I want to make your body tingle with excitement. You are already arousing me with your stunning limbs, and I love the way you let me look at you when we are out in public. It's very dark outside now, Georgina, and I don't think I can wait until we get back to the caravan --I want to explore you in the car, Georgina --I want to go now and caress and touch you when we get back into the car.'

'Oh yes, me too, Paul. Oh that sounds exciting—God, I feel like a young girl again. Now? Can we go now, Paul?'

'Wait a moment, Georgina. One more thing. I want to visit the 'Gents,' but when I return, I want you to show me your legs fully, as I walk back to you across the room. I want you to cross your legs again, so that I can really see all of them. You know, don't you? Then we'll go, Georgina.' She just smiled as I left my chair, and I could tell she was excited about my suggestions. I returned a minute or two later, and as I entered the bar, I watched Georgina start to give her short display.

Her dress had already been high on her thighs, and now she made great play of uncrossing her legs, and re-crossing them the other way. As I watched, the darkness at the tops of Georgina's thighs was so tantalising, and I could spot very briefly stocking tops and white skin, but then it was gone, and only the stunning legs in the black nylon were on view again. It was a scintillating display, carried out by a professional cock-teaser, and now she deserved some of the attention I had promised her.

My cock was already hard as we left the pub, and I had watched the landlord almost dribble down his shirt as he smiled goodbye to Georgina as we went by. He had seen her wonderful display, no doubt, and I'm sure I had heard him say, 'Hope to see you again,' as we left through the door. We walked across to the car, parked in the gravel car park, and I went round to Georgina's side to open her door. I couldn't resist. In the pitch dark, I cuddled up to Georgina's back, and put my hands round her waist.

Then, I unbuttoned her big coat, and caressed her tummy, feeling the suspender belt under her dress, around her waist. Georgina let out a sigh, and leaned her hands against the car.

'Oh Paul...' My hands stayed on the outside of her dress, and the coldness of the night made us both shiver, but I wanted Georgina to shiver through sheer lust. I played with her breasts, I cupped them and squeezed them, and then I ran my hands down again to the insides of Georgina's thighs. I felt the suspenders running down to her stocking tops, and I ran a hand into the centre, right onto Georgina's vagina. Her breathing started to become a little heavier, and I knew she wanted to continue.

I began to ease Georgina's dress up the front of her thighs, pulling, pulling, pulling, touching her skin, and then the tufts of hair, and then the panties that were pulled tightly into her cunt. I ran a finger along the wet material.

'Paul, Paul...God...Paul,.you've got me Paul. Do what you want --here ---now!!' The display in the pub had obviously turned on Georgina as well. She was holding tightly to the roof of the car, now, and I rolled her dress up and tucked it into itself, so that it remained in place, at her waist, without me having to hold it any longer. I was able to concentrate on playing with Georgina's body, and she certainly needed the concentration. From behind, Georgina's coat was hiding her body, but against the car, her legs and tummy were open to the elements.

Quickly, I pulled Georgina's tight panties down her thighs, and pulled her legs apart so that I could play easily with her cunt. Her little panties were stretched across her open thighs.

'Yes, Paul, oh yes. Carry on. I'm so wet!!' And she was --so wet! I pushed my fingers up her --one, then two, then three, and her sighs became louder with each finger. I rubbed my thumb through her pubes, and stroked across her clit on occasions, her sighing now quite frantic.

'Looking forward to the holiday, Georgina? I want to take you across to a little Island I know, and take pictures of you in the sand, with the waves crashing all around you.' My fingers were lifting her up onto tip-toe with each thrust up into her cunt. 'Take you into the sand dunes, and make you undress down to your underwear, and then fuck you over the rocks. Would you like that Georgina, would you?'

'Yes, yes, Paul. Fuck me anywhere you like, Paul. Take pictures of m...don't stop, Paul, please, don't stop ...oh, just fuck me now, Paul. Please fuck me Paul, please, please.' She wasn't kidding, and she was rampant.

'Open the door, Georgina, open the door,' and between us we quickly got her door open, and held it ajar. At least we were partially hidden, and Georgina didn't seem to give a damn anyway. She again stood close to the car, her hands on the roof, and I managed to unzip myself. I had to ease Georgina's coat up at the back, and I held my cock in my hand and tried to guide myself towards her open legs. I looked down and her naked ass looked magnificent, ---firm and inviting. God, this was some woman --51 years old, supposedly refine and classy, but quite willing, and able, to still be fucked in a pub car-park. Magnificent!!

Slowly, I was able to feed my cock up into Georgina's delicious and receptive cunt from the rear. She had eased her legs back a foot or two, and arched her back, and I was up her like a rat up a drainpipe. As I slid in, Georgina let out a deep sigh, as though I had knocked the wind from her, but she was very quick to push back and get into that wonderful fucking rhythm. In, out, in, out, in, out, and I held tightly to her hips underneath the coat. I could easily keep her dress from falling down as I held her, so we just carried on regardless.

'You have such a wonderful body, Georgina, I could go on fucking you for ages. I want to get right up inside you,' and I just kept thrusting right up into her, and I thought that my words might heighten her excitement. I think they did.

'Yes, Paul. Chriss...Fuck me harder then, Paul. It's wonderful, wonderful,' and she opened her legs a fraction more and stood firmer against my onslaught. I held her waist a lot tighter with one hand, and now pulled her down onto my cock with each thrust, as I humped it right up into her sodden vagina. My other hand crept down to play with Georgina's clit, and I found it standing to attention, begging for me to rub it. I obliged vigorously, and Georgina nearly went into orbit.

'Aaaagh...yes, yes, ye...Paul. Oh God, God, I'm coming, Paul...' As I doggy fucked this exciting woman at the side of my car, my head turned and I could see a figure in the dark, upstairs window of the pub. We were being watched, but wild horses were not going to stop Georgina from reaching her orgasm, so I didn't say anything, and just carried on. Bang, bang, bang, and I was putting every ounce of energy into fucking Georgina Lent into another wonderful orgasm, and the sudden excitement of being spied upon had sent my own sap steaming up from my testicles.

I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to, and I kept moving my cock in and out, in and out, and holding Georgina as tightly as I could while we both thrashed headlong into our respective climaxes. As my pace slowed and my sperm splashed up into the accommodating orifice, I leaned over Georgina's body, and it was only the car that saved us from falling over. As we subsided slowly, our breath showing up in the night air, I looked over and was sure it was the landlord who was outlined in the unlit window. There was a good chance it was and, no doubt, Georgina had brought him a few minutes pleasure with her performance and her filthy mutterings --he was hardly likely to cause a fuss, and perhaps he hoped that we would visit again.

'Get in the car, Georgina, but don't pull your panties up,' I urged. She slowly slid down into the seat and I went round and got in the driving seat. As we set off, I felt between her legs and she obligingly opened, so that I could caress her cunt again, and feel my 'cum' leaking out.

'Take your pants off, Georgina, and put them on the seat, between your legs.' She did so, and between trying to keep the car in a straight line and keeping my eye on the road, I was able to play and toy with Georgina's vagina, and occasionally feel right inside her sloppy cunt. It was heaven.

'When I drop you off, Georgina, in a minute, I want you to go to bed and masturbate yourself to orgasm again. I want you to get into bed and play with yourself, thinking about all the wonderful times I am going to make love to you, and all the wonderful places we are going to do it. By the way, Georgina, when I was fucking you in the car park, the pub landlord was watching us from his window.'

'Oh God, no Paul. He wasn't, was he?' but immediately her fingers went to her clit and rubbed for a moment.

'You liked that Georgina, didn't you? The thought excites you, doesn't it?' She didn't answer, and I didn't press it, but I put it into the memory bank, perhaps for future reference.

'Aren't you coming in, Paul. Aren't you coming in to stay the night with me? Oh please do Paul,' and she held my hand tightly, and pushed it hard into her vagina. I wanted to leave her wanting more.

'Look Georgina. Not tonight. It's been wonderful again, but there's so much to look forward to, isn't there. On Saturday, we're going into town to get you some sexy clothes aren't we, and then in a few weeks we can go away and spend two nights together—doing anything we want to, Georgina. I want to do that, and I want to take some photos of you as well. That's what I want, Georgina. To have a really relaxing weekend, in the country, and by the sea, and enjoy pleasing you, Georgina. ( Pleasing myself as well, but I didn't need to say that!!).

'Oh Paul, you're awful,' she smiled. 'Do you really want me to...do you really want... you know... in bed?'

'Yes Georgina. I want you to go to bed now, and do it again. To bring another orgasm to your body, and think naughty thoughts while you do it. To think about us going back to the pub sometime, and perhaps getting the landlord excited again. Do that for me, Georgina, will you. Not 'will you', Georgina --I want you to do it!!

We kissed long and passionately in the car outside of her caravan, and I still played between her open legs as we did so, but then I opened the door for Georgina, and pushed her towards her empty and lonely home. She was giving herself to me, slowly and surely giving her whole being to me, and I was ecstatic with excitement.

Georgina was heaven, and there was so much more we were going to do. Saturday would be here quite soon.!!
Me and Georgina Pt. 03
Sexy, mature woman will do anything for her younger man!!
I had learned a lot about Georgina Lent since I had met her, and become her mentor. She was 51, dyed blonde hair and attractive, with a good body, and she didn't mind showing it off, if I was instructing her to do so. She was happy that a young man of nearly 20, had taken the time and trouble to become her friend and possible lover, and she had more or less said to me that she was happy to become my slave and be dominated by me, as long as I looked after her.

To this end, we had both signed a 'code of conduct' which I had instigated, and now it was time to bring it into use, so that I could get the full benefit from that superb, mature, shapely body.---I was going to get it to work for my pleasure.

'Georgina, I hope there are some nice shops where we are going, some that have smart and sexy clothes for you. I want us to get some boots for you first, and then we can build the coloured outfit around the boots. OK?' We had left her caravan and were just arriving in the city where we had planned to buy some new clothes for Georgina. I parked the car, and we went into the mall where all the other shoppers seemed to be gathered.

I had had another pay rise at work, and things were going well for me there. The bank had given me an overdraft, and I planned to get some things for myself, but they would come later. First I wanted Georgina to look like a classy lady who would show off her body provocatively whenever I asked her to!!

After two or three hours of pacing around the shops, some off the 'beaten track,' we had managed to purchase some ideal clothes and undergarments for this wonderful body. There were one or two items that Georgina raised her eyebrows at, but she was gently persuaded, and reminded of the 'code of conduct,' and in the end we were both satisfied. I would want her to look classy and refined, but at the same time, I wanted her to have the ability to quickly change into a woman that was displaying and giving her body for the experiences that I was training her for.

We found the long boots after inspecting quite a number, and Georgina was really excited by them. They were maroon, dark suede, high heeled with pointed toes and, best of all, they were very tight to her calves, and came up to just over her knees, even when she was sitting down. When she tried them on in the shop, even the young assistant was drooling, as Georgina was lifted three or four inches in height, and her thighs above the boots looked wonderful.

Finding a similar coloured skirt was easier than I thought it was going to be, and the bonus of this was that the maroon suede skirt had poppers down one thigh, from the waist to the hem, so that the more poppers that were open, the more of Georgina's shapely legs were on show. The skirt was almost a mini skirt, to about two inches above the knee, but the poppers would make it either half-decent, or downright rude, depending on the number of poppers undone!!

I wanted two thin blouses to go with the skirt and boots -a black one and a white one, and we managed to find two that were thin enough to be almost transparent. Georgina smiled her sheepish smile at me, as she knew that when she wore either of them, whatever underwear she had on would be clearly visible to all around her -if she had on any at all!! Wonderful.

'It means, Georgina, of course, that we shall have to choose the various pieces of underwear with care, doesn't it?' I was being objective and practical, wasn't I? We could choose the underwear together, but I would guide her and, of course, dominate her choice.

We chose a black, strapless basque initially, the type that cups the breasts high, and really tightens at the waist, and can be worn with or without suspenders attached. We also purchased a quarter cup, dark red bra that would hold Georgina's firm breasts high and firm, yet still allow her solid nipples to protrude if they were aroused. Three pairs of panties, white, black and red, some coloured, lacy thongs and two pretty suspender belts, and I felt we had sufficient for the immediate future. My immediate future felt very horny indeed!!

I knew Georgina liked to wear stockings on those superb legs, and she knew that I liked seeing her showing off her legs, so we chose the nylons carefully. She didn't own any seamed stockings, but we both agreed that it was an item that heightened sexual response quite considerably, and so we purchased 6pairs of black seamed stockings, as well as non-seamed pairs in sheer black, tan, and cream. Georgina was becoming quite excited with her knew wardrobe, and I took the opportunity whenever I could to squeeze her bottom as we moved around the shops.

'These items will be warn as I instruct, Georgina, won't they?'

'Absolutely, Paul, absolutely, and I shall enjoy wearing them for you,' she grinned, but perhaps she wasn't aware of what they might lead to!! Or perhaps she was!!

We managed to purchase a tight fitting jumper in black, and a sleeveless black suede jacket, and we finished the ensemble with a pair of high heeled, dark red stilettos, with open toes, to match the skirt. I then took Georgina to the photographic shop, where I spent too much money on a good camera and loads of colour film. She knew she was going to 'pose' for me, and her excitement continued to grow. I wanted a video camera, as well, but finances dictated that I would have to wait until at least the following month for that luxury.

On the drive home, I kept caressing Georgina's thighs, and made sure she had pulled her skirt up so that I could enjoy the sexy sight next to me. She loved the feel of the new clothes as she fiddled with them in the shiny bags that all shops seem to give you nowadays. She pulled a skimpy thong from the bag and stretched it across her tummy as we were driving along, and it looked brilliantly sexy -I couldn't wait to see it on, as well as the other items.

'Shall I get fish and chips, Georgina, then we can eat them at your place and I won't need to go back to the digs.' I knew she'd go for this, and so we got two cod and chips and finished them off in the caravan. She was cuddled up to me on the sofa, and was dying for me to tell her to get changed, but I wanted to prolong her excitement, and mine, a little longer.

'Have you ever been spanked Georgina, you know, over someone's knee?'

'Oh Paul. No, no, I haven't -but I've often thought about what it would be like,' and her legs squirmed together with erotic pleasure.

'Well, Georgina. If your 'trial' goes OK, then I think we can expect to give you a number of lessons in going over my knee and learning to be a good girl, don't you?'

'Trial? Trial? What trial, Paul?' and Georgina was smiling at me again, and I squeezed her thigh on the sofa.

'You have a two week trial, starting tonight, and if you pass OK, then we'll have a weekend away, as I promised. No point arguing, Georgina. Two weeks, starting tonight,' and I got up and made for the caravan door. I saw the panic in her eyes.

'Where are you going, Paul. Don't go. Please don't go.'

'I'm going to get a bottle of wine, Georgina. I'll be gone half an hour. You have a quick shower, and then put on your new clothes. OK?'

'Which ones, Paul?' and the excitement had returned to her voice.

'Skirt, boots, basque, black stockings and black shirt. Half an hour, Georgina,' and I went out the door without looking back. When I got back, it was obvious she was still in the shower or getting dressed, but I only had to wait for a few minutes before I heard the bedroom door open and the heels 'clicking' along the caravan floor. My God, she looked sexy, stunning, fuckable and sluttish but in such a classy way, and she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Georgina's face was made up with mascara and lipstick, and the clothes looked really, really good on her. They fitted her like a glove.

The boots were worn over the black stockings, and the tops of the suede boots clung around Georgina's thighs, just above her knees. All the poppers on the skirt were still intact, but the black basque, holding Georgina's shapely and full breasts in place, was clearly outlined under the thin, black blouse, buttoned up to her neck. I watched her move across the floor with ease, and then she came to stand in front of me as I languished on the sofa. I reached out and ran my hand up her thigh, under the suede skirt, and I felt the flesh above the stockings. My God, it was wonderful—the skirt material only just covered her flesh before the suspenders and stocking tops came into view, and as Georgina moved, the sway of the skirt revealed little glimpses of the taut suspenders -a sexual thunderbolt, but so refined.

My hand went further up, and I felt the wetness of Georgina's cunt slipping around the lacy thong that hardly protected anything of her vagina. I slid two fingers right up into Georgina and watched her as she sighed, her eyes flickering and her breasts heaving wonderfully in the basque.

'Oh... Paul, that feels...so...so...oh God, so... wonderful, you feel so wonderful up inside me. Do you like the outfit—I feel so sexy in these boots, Paul. You've really made me feel like a new woman---and on Monday I promise I will get a mobile phone, so that you can keep in touch with me all the time,---I do so want you to look after me, Paul and I'll obey all your orders, I promise. I really will,' and Georgina turned and bent down to give me one of her delicious French kisses. Her mouth opened and I fought with her tongue as my hand was inside her thong, pushing up into her cunt and enjoying the feelings of the mature, shapely, submissive woman who was bringing me so much pleasure at my young age.

'Let's celebrate with a glass of wine then, Georgina.'

'Oh yes please, Paul.' I stood up and poured two glasses of red wine, and then I sat down again, and caressed my fingers up between Georgina's legs again. She was absolutely soaking, and my fingers slid into her body like a knife through hot butter, and she moaned and sighed, appreciating the way I had come to excite and abuse her sexy body. I passed her glass of wine to her, and then spoke.

'Georgina, the other day you told me about the experience you endured at the hands of your ex-husband in Turkey, when he allowed other men to use your body. I don't want you to have to go through that again, but I would like you to tell me a little about your life when you were a young woman. Will you bring one of those dining room chairs a little closer, there's a good girl.' She looked a little taken aback but I held my fingers in her cunt, and just gently caressed her clit with my thumb, and Georgina sighed and was like putty again.

'What do you mean, Paul?' she asked, but I just indicated the chair, and repeated my request.

'Georgina, just get the chair. Don't worry. Just remember that a week on Friday, we could be going away for the weekend, to spend every minute together where people don't know us -you're looking forward to that, aren't you, Georgina?'

'Yes, yes I am, Paul,' she smiled, and she took a sip of her wine.

'Well, Georgina, I have wonderful things planned for our weekend -would you like a little taster -you would, wouldn't you?' I could see her smiling face starting to blush, so I instructed her again. 'Put down your glass, Georgina, and turn round. Will you lean your body over the chair?' It was an instruction and not a request. 'Just lean over and rest your arms on the seat of the chair, so that you're comfortable.' I watched her turn and lean over, and I saw the little skirt slide right up the back of her thighs to reveal the stocking tops, the suspenders, the gorgeous white skin of her thighs, and the tufts of pubic hair poking out at the sides of the skimpy thong.

The suede boots looked fantastic on her legs, going right over her knees, and then the black, seamless stockings gave her thighs a sheen feel to them, and such a mature and wonderful texture to her stunning thighs.

'Georgina, this evening I was going to take lots of pictures of you with my new camera, you know, really sexy pictures of you. However, instead, this evening, I want you to tell me about when you were younger, and about exciting moments in your life. When I fucked you like a dog in the car park the other night you got excited didn't you? Didn't you Georgina?' I reached up the back of her thighs and pushed my fingers into her soaking cunt again.

'Yes, yes I did, Paul--it was fantastic, I really loved it.'

'You loved the thought of the old landlord watching you as well, didn't you?' I opened my fingers inside her, and the walls of her dripping vagina stretched wide, her thighs opening a few more inches to let me explore her. Georgina was giving in again.

'It was so exciting, Paul. While you are looking after me, Paul, anything is possible. I feel so protected, I've told you. To think that I was exciting the landlord while you were making me 'cum' at the same time was magnificent...oohhhhhh Paul, yes, that feels lovely, do it some more, please.'

'Well, Georgina. I'm going to take loads of photos of you on our little holiday, both inside the guest house, and in the car, and out in the fresh air, on the sands, on the cliff tops, on the ferry, all over the place, Georgina, and you're going to pose just how I ask you, aren't you?' I stood up behind Georgina, now, and slowly pulled her thong down to her knees. 'Open wider, Georgina.' She opened her knees as wide as possible, and the thong was stretched right across her knees, over the suede boots. It was a wonderful sight for my young eyes, and I wanted to push her submission to even greater limits.

I took the half empty bottle of red wine and pulled another chair behind Georgina, and sat down.

'Just pull your skirt up your legs Georgina.' She took the hem at the back and pulled it right up over her ass, so that the tops of her stockings were completely exposed along with the two meaty, luscious cheeks of her wonderful ass. 'Stay leaning over the chair again,' I instructed. 'You will pose just how I want you to, won't you, Georgina?'

'Yes, yes, Paul. You know I will. I'm looking forward to our little break so much--it's years since I went on holiday, even for a weekend. I'll do whatever you ask Paul, I promise.'

'Right, Georgina. When you went to school, were you a clever little girl? I bet you were, weren't you? I bet you were a naughty little rascal as well, weren't you? Tell me about when you were naughty at school, Georgina.'

'I was quite clever, Paul, usually in the top three in my class—that's why I wanted to be a teacher.' I ran my fingers up into her open cunt again, and Georgina sighed quietly. 'I can't say if I was a naughty rascal, though, as you so quaintly put it. I was curious like all school girls, and I wanted to find out what the 'birds and bees' were all about, but I was no worse than most of the girls my age.' I placed the neck of the wine bottle at the entrance to Georgina's cunt, so that she could just feel it tickle her lips. I pushed a fraction and then withdrew again.

'God, Paul, what are you doing?' She knew what I was doing, but pretended surprise.

'Tell me, Georgina, and I'll make you feel very naughty again, come on Georgina, you know the rules. Being naughty at school?' I pushed the wine bottle a little more up into Georgina's cunt and she shivered. 'Good Georgina. You like that don't you?'

'Christ, Paul, you are awful—it feels lovely, just be gentle please. When I went to youth club, especially on dark nights, well... Well sometimes...'

'Go on Georgina—remember the rules, and remember our little holiday.' I started to slowly push the whole neck of the bottle gently up into Georgina's cunt and then ease it out again to her lips. She moaned and sighed and the bottle slurped wonderfully in her vaginal walls.

'If I fancied a boy at the youth club, I usually enticed him outside and round the back of the hall, to a grassy footpath with a few trees either side. We snogged and that is what I really liked. I liked to kiss, especially with open mouths -it was really sexy and erotic, but I knew that older boys wanted more.' The bottle was sliding in and out of her cunt quite easily now, and Georgina had started to move up and down in time with the weapon going up and down into her body --she was hooked and wanted a good fucking with the bottle. I moved in for the kill.

'What else did they want, Georgina? Tell me, Georgina, and at the same time, fuck yourself on the bottle. It looks fantastic going in and out of your cunt, Georgina, go on, you know you want it!' I knew I should have brought my camera tonight, but there would be plenty of opportunities, there was no doubt. She started to move with more purpose. I had told her to fuck herself, and that's all the excuse she needed.

'Oh Paullllll, ohhhh it's wonderful, it feels wonderful, right up inside me. They wanted to get into my panties, Paul. You know that. They wanted to push me against a tree and finger me between my legs, so that they could feel me all wet. It was lovely but it was terrible all at the same time. Oh Goddddd, Paul, Paul, harder, harder.' Georgina was almost sobbing now as I pushed the red bottle up inside her. She was sucking in air and pushing down as I pushed the shapely tool into her. I knew she was going to 'cum' very quickly and I wanted to push home my advantage.

'This is fantastic, Georgina. You look really stunning. When we go away, I want you to pose very sexily, just like this, I want to show your wonderful body off, I want to fuck you outside, and I want you to do just as I say. OK?' She was lunging up and down onto the bottle and would agree to anything.

'Yes, yes, Paul, I'll do anything for you. Oh Chrrriiiiii...yes, yes, harder, harder, Paul...,' and then she slumped over the chair, and I held the bottle right up inside her while her orgasm exploded all around her body. She was on the tiptoes of her wonderful boots, and I could see the lips of her vagina convulsing round the orgasm -what a magnificent sight---I looked forward so much to our weekend away together.
Me and Georgina Pt. 04
Sexy mature woman entertains amongst the sand-dunes.
Friday week soon came around, and in the intervening period, I had not allowed Georgina to orgasm at all, just to keep her excited and full of pent up frustration. I had licked her and played inside her cunt, but I wouldn't go any further so that she was really randy by the time we left in the car on the Friday afternoon. It took us about 3 hours to get down to the New Forest, and most of the time, I was able to caress the thighs that were kept apart during the drive. Georgina had worn her black dress during the journey, the obligatory nylons, and as soon as we left, I asked her to pull the hem of the dress up so that I could admire her and play with her sexy, white flesh above the stockings.

I had an idea that the beautiful village of Brockenhurst, right in the heart of the Forest, would be an ideal base, if we could find some accommodation. As it turned out, the first pub we found there, advertising bed and breakfast, had vacancies. Brilliant. We booked in for two nights and were shown to a lovely room, with en-suite, and a wonderful view for miles right across acres of the New Forest.

It was only about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, so I told Georgina to get changed and told her I would take her for a ride round the Forest. She put on the suede boots, ideal for walking, the suede skirt, a thin, transparent shirt and the black sleeveless jacket to keep her warm. I made sure I took my camera and we set off down the lanes to explore. The sun was still warm, as it was May, and the scenery varied regularly between gorse bushes, to open greenery to thick clumps of trees which went on for miles. A wonderful part of the UK, so serene and peaceful. After half an hour or so driving, I stopped at the foot of a small, green slope which led up to huge boulders and a few wooden seats for sight-seers.

We got out of the car and started to walk up the little gradient, and we were all alone apart from the forest ponies that just wandered about at will. There was no path but the ponies kept the grass down by endlessly chomping it, and it was a pleasant trek in the afternoon sun. We reached the wooden benches and sat down, and the view back across the hill we had just walked up was breathtaking. The sun was getting lower in the west and came across the top of the trees, and the scene was peaceful and idyllic --idyllic for me, perhaps!!

'Georgina, this is so wonderful isn't it, like a being in the middle of a paradise island, isn't it? Well, this is where I want to take some pictures of you, before we go and find a lovely cream tea. Now, give me one of your special kisses,' and I pulled her to me and our mouths met and our tongues entwined. She really felt hot, and 'abstaining' for a few days had been well worth it, I thought. I pulled away, leaving her wanting more. 'Would you like that, Georgina, are you going to sit on this seat and look really sexy for me,' and I kissed her again, and felt her warm thighs. I was rampant, and I think she was.

'Of course, Paul. Oh, it's wonderful to be alone here with you, just the two of us. I feel so relaxed and secure. Shall I just sit here --is this where you want me?'

'Yes, on the wooden seat. Now, I don't want to prompt you, I want you to show yourself off to me, to give your body up to the camera in the most provocative way. If you don't I shall ask you again and again, and we shall keep going until you give me the pictures that I want. Have you got that Georgina?' I grinned but she knew what I meant, and she looked coy and sheepish but was going to be quite obedient, I suspected. I had a roll of 36 pictures and 3 or 4 more rolls back at the pub, so I was ready.

She sat on the seat which faced down the hill, and she swung her legs up onto the seat as well. She bent her knees and rested her arms across her knees, and the view up her thighs was magnificent. I clicked away as Georgina allowed her thighs to be exposed more and more, and then she opened the poppers at the side of the skirt, leaving only the top one holding the skirt together. Her dark thong peeked into view and I told Georgina to put one leg on the ground, leaving the other one on the seat, and she got even sexier. Her stockings were pulled taut across her thighs, and the tops of her thighs were so white and luscious and firm, and Georgina held her legs apart knowing that the photos were picking up the sexual arousal enveloping her body.

I got her to stand up and lean forward against the back of the wooden seat, and then I said,

'Georgina, undo the last popper, and just hold the skirt in place with your hands.' She smiled another coy smile, but I watched her pop the stud that held the skirt together, and I took a few shots of the wonderful legs from the rear. 'Take the skirt away, Georgina, and put it on the seat.' Without hesitation, she obeyed, and just slipped the skirt over onto the seat and then stood so sexily. Her hands were on the back of the seat, and she gave the impression that she was simply looking out across the Forest, taking in the beautiful scenery, completely disregarding the fact that she only had on a thong. This gave her ass no protection at all as the thin strip of material had disappeared between her cheeks, and the view I was now getting was making me as hard as hell.

'Now lean forward and arch your back, Georgina --stick your bum out,' and I took loads more shots of her in various stages of undress, at least for 15 minutes, until Georgina was sitting on the seat, looking out over the Forest in just her bra, thong, boots and stockings. She looked incredible. She could also be seen by anybody coming up the hill, or anybody driving along the road at the foot of the hill. Fortunately, no-one was walking up the hill, but quite a number of cars went along the road down below, and there were one or two honks on car horns to encourage Georgina's bravery.

'One last request, Georgina ----I've got 2 shots left, and then we'll do lots more tomorrow. I want you to open your legs, pull your panties aside and just caress your beautiful vagina.'

'Are you sure, Paul? I feel ever so sexy, but they can see us from the cars, can't they?'

'Do it Georgina, just two shots, and then over a cream tea, I'll tell you about the little surprise I have for you.' Nothing more was said, but I could see that our words and my instructions were making Georgina as randy as I was. Slowly, she opened her legs as she sat on the seat, and began to caress the front of the little thong. She bent one of her legs up and I could see her close her eyes as the stroking became more intense. Every now and then she quickly looked down the hill to see if anyone was there, and then she went back to concentrating on her vagina. Finally, she did it!!

I moved a little closer and focused the camera as Georgina gently pulled the material to one side. Her pubic hairs came into view and shone in the afternoon sun, and her other fingers went straight to her clit to tease herself some more. The photo took in this wonderful sight, but I wanted something more for the last shot, and I pushed her again.

'Push your fingers in, Georgina. Go on. Hold the material aside like that, and push your fingers inside you.' Slowly, Georgina obeyed and I watched as two of her fingers slid into the gaping lips and slid in and out momentarily. I took the picture but she didn't stop, so I encouraged her some more.

'Go on, Georgina, do it, right inside, make yourself 'cum'' and she did!! It was a magnificent sight, right in the middle of the New Forest, this attractive woman in her fifties, almost naked and bringing herself to orgasm. It was enough to frighten the ponies. This is when I needed a video camera, but that could wait. For the moment, I went to her and cuddled and kissed her for a few moments while she calmed down.

'Oh Paul, that was magnificent. I needed that. You're so awful and you make me do such terrible things, but I'm glad you do,' she laughed, and we snogged some more. 'Now take me for that cream tea and tell me what that surprise is.' I helped her to get dressed and tried to encourage my cock to calm down in my trousers, and then we walked back down the hill to the car, and soon found a lovely little tea gardens about ten minutes drive away, and sat down to enjoy scones with all the trimmings.

As we ate, I occasionally felt under the table and ran my hands up her skirt to feel her soft pubic hairs around the thong. She was still soaking wet. I then put a choice to Georgina, slipping my fingers under the thong to slide up and down her wet cunt. 'Right, young lady. You have a choice. We can go back to the pub, have a meal and a few drinks and then we can spend hours in the bedroom, taking pictures of you doing all sorts of filthy things on the bed and in the bedroom, or...'

'Sounds nice, Paul!!' she giggled.

'Listen, listen, you naughty, naughty woman. Or we can have an early night, get up early in the morning and take a day trip on the car ferry over to a wonderful Island that's less than an hour away, but it's like going back in time. It's beautiful there. I've been there a couple of times a few years ago when I was working down this way, and there are some wonderful beaches and the scenery is breathtaking. Would you like that?' Her eyes sparkled and I knew she would love to go.

'You mean the Isle of Wight, don't you? I've never been, Paul, and I would love to go. One of the women at work went there and she said it was lovely. Oh Paul, you are so kind, and I've got a little surprise for you, as well,' and she smiled that wonderful smile of hers. 'I bought a new, little outfit for myself when I knew we were coming away. I'm not telling you what it is, but I'll wear it tomorrow and I know you'll like it,' and she squeezed my hand as if in thanks.

'Of course, Georgina, the trip will mean that you will have to be extra naughty for me, won't it, you know, doing as I tell you, and wearing that new outfit just as I ask.'

'Oh, absolutely Paul. Just be there with me and I'll do anything for you. It's the first time I've had a break for ages, and it's all down to you Paul.' She leant across and pecked my cheek, and I almost blushed. We spent the evening in the pub, had a nice meal, a few drinks and then I made love to Georgina, holding myself back as long as possible so that I could enjoy her body moving through two wonderful orgasms. My God, this woman knew how to use her body to its extreme, and could fuck for England, probably.

However, she was going to fuck for me as often as I could make her. We woke early, had only a cup of tea, and were down at the port to catch the 8o'clock ferry. I had managed to book the ticket by phone, so we drove onto the car deck when instructed, and made sure the hand brake was on properly.

Georgina's new outfit had nearly made us late as I had wanted to bend her over the dressing table there and then, but now that we were settled on the ferry, I could take my time over admiring it. She looked so fuckable once again.

She had chosen a little, pleated red skirt, and had shoes to match. Sheer white stockings, a see through white shirt and a little, flimsy bra that lifted her breasts and separated them beautifully, finished off her outfit. It looked incredible on her. The weather was superb, the early morning sun shining brightly, and I knew we were in for a hot, dry day. I just wore shorts and a T shirt, and I told Georgina not to bother with a jacket or a jumper as she wouldn't need it. It was also said for my benefit, as it allowed me to ogle her stunning breasts and legs as we sat on the ferry. We had coffee and toast, and then I took Georgina up onto the top deck, not only to watch the little boats and yachts meander across the Solent water, but also so I could take a few more snaps of this delicious lady, especially as there was a warm breeze on deck.

Her legs looked magnificent in the little, red skirt, and every now and then, a little gust of breeze would play with the hem, and there was just a hint of stocking top and wonderful white flesh peeking out. The other passengers and crew members watched this vision of sexual femininity wander about on deck, and I took the opportunity to make Georgina sit on one of the wooden benches and pose again for my camera.

She crossed her legs demurely, showing acres of thigh, I made her face the sun so that it would shine through the thin blouse and accentuate her wonderful breasts striving to get out of her bra, and then I made her stand and look out to sea with her feet slightly apart so that her firm body could be seen in all its glory. I wanted to put my hand up her skirt to see if she was wet, but instead I put my arms around her as we leant against the side railing, and teased her as we watched the water lapping against the side of the ship.

'Every man on this ship wants to fuck you, Georgina, you look so sexy.' She blushed and took my hands right round her waist so that I could caress her body through the blouse. I pushed myself against her bottom and she could feel my cock in my shorts, hard against her bottom. 'You will be fucked today, Georgina, you know that, don't you, and we'll find a lovely cosy spot to do it.'

'Oh, Paul, yes please. Anywhere you want me. This is so romantic,' and I slid my hand down her skirt at the front, to raise it a fraction so that I could run my fingers across her bare flesh. I'd got her randy again, in the mood, and I knew it was going to be a good day!!

All too soon, the boat reached the little harbour town of Yarmouth and we drove off the ferry to begin our adventure. I knew where I wanted to end up, at a little secluded cove, on a tiny beach surrounded by rocks and sand-dunes, and not accessible by car. It would be ideal for seducing and taking even greater liberties with Georgina, but I thought we could have a little drive around the Island first, to show her some of the natural beauty, and wonderful sights as far as I could remember them.

There were the Needles which are great white rocks in the sea, off the western tip of the Island, Osborne House where Queen Victoria stayed for her summer holidays, Carisbrooke Castle which still has a donkey walking round on a wheel, pulling the water up from the well, magnificent views from the chalk downs stretching across the centre of the Island, and lots, lots more beautiful, peaceful scenery.

Georgina marvelled at the beauty, and it really was like travelling back in time. I played with her legs under the skirt as we drove slowly around the little roads and lanes, and we even stopped on the 'Downs' and had an ice-cream from the little van parked there, and I was able to tease her with the ice-cream, threatening to push it in all sorts of unusual places.

Finally, we were on the coast road to where I wanted to go. We passed the theme park at Blackgang Chine, and made our way to the tiny hamlet of Bonchurch, on the south-eastern coast. We drove down a bumpy old lane, through leafy glades with old cottages dotted about amongst the trees, and finally we could go no further. We parked the car in a little car park, and then we had to walk further on down the lane until we came to the tiny little, secluded bay. Known as 'Horse-Shoe Bay' because of its shape, it looked so wonderful and calm, and just how I remembered it.

There was a narrow promenade that led along the side of the beach, and behind the 'prom' there were banks of grassy sand dunes, ideal for sheltering from the wind, or just having a picnic on. Huge rocks were clumped together at various points on the beach, probably to act as breakers when the raging tides came in on the high winds in the winter, but at this time of year they looked majestic and calm.

A tiny little café, catering for walkers and sunbathers, stood at the side of the promenade, and I thought that after our drive round the Island, we deserved another coffee and perhaps a cream cake. As we sat on the café patio, we could see one or two bathers in the sea, and others wandering about the sandy beach or playing amongst the rocks. Walkers went by on the prom, and others came in and out of the café to take trays down onto the beach. Georgina took a photo of me at the table, and then I took quite a few of her, sat at the little table, making sure, obviously, that I got her sexy legs and short skirt in the picture.

'Oh Paul. This is wonderful, so peaceful and calm and relaxing. What can I say, you really are kind. I would never have come here on my own---I would never have been able to find it to start with,' she giggled.

Two young men came up the steps to the café, haversacks on their back, and as soon as they spoke, I could tell they were Americans, or Canadians---Americans probably. They got their drinks and sat at a table adjacent to ours and after a while, they turned to us and asked about the local country-side and layout of the Island. I was able to give them some information and we got chatting generally. They were indeed Americans, from Washington State, and were on two months' vacation around Europe before they went back to University.

Glen and Todd were very friendly, telling us about their adventures, and they must have been in their late teens, both tall and handsome and very fit through all their walking, no doubt. Georgina's legs were still on view, and they couldn't have failed to notice her wonderful figure and her breasts through the thin blouse. We continued to chat over the drinks, and then I asked if they would mind taking a photo of Georgina and me together. I thought it was an ideal opportunity.

'No problem. Love to, you guys,' answered Todd, kindly, although he was probably admiring the sexy figure as much as I was. I grabbed Georgina and pulled her over to sit on my knee and gave Todd my camera. I slid my hand onto Georgina's thigh and, cunningly, gently pushed the skirt up right to her suspenders so that both young men had a wonderful view of her legs. They didn't seem abashed, and smiled as Todd clicked away. I explained that we were having a little holiday together and wanted to take some pictures as a keepsake. Todd and Glen seemed more than enthusiastic and offered to take as many pictures as we wanted.

'Georgina's a very attractive lady, and we'd love to take your picture. We have no itinerary, so it's no problem,' chirped in Glen. 'Would you mind if we took some with our camera as well. We are collecting from our tour round Europe, and this is a beautiful spot that we'd like to remember.' Fantastic, I thought. Both of them clicking away with cameras --the possibilities are endless.

I pulled Georgina into me, and told her to cross her legs on my knee. It was a fantastic and wonderful pose, not lost on the two students, who just kept taking pictures of us together. However, I thought the café was a bit public for erotic photos, and I suggested that we go down to the beach just across the prom, and we could settle on the beach for a while.

The boys said they were starving hungry, they wanted a hamburger or something, and they would join us in twenty minutes or so, so Georgina and I wandered the few yards to some steps leading onto the sand, and we were able to lay a rug which I'd bought down onto the sand, up against the wall.

The tide was on its way in, about twenty yards away, so I wandered down to the water, just in my shorts, and had a paddle for a few minutes, and when I came back Georgina looked delicious sitting up against the wall on the rug, reading the paper. There were a few other people, but none too close, so I picked up the camera again, and started to take shots of my partner. I got her to bend up her legs once more, to undo a couple of buttons on her blouse, and I took pictures from all sorts of angles as she sat so sexily.

'Do you feel sexy, Georgina? Do you feel randy and sexy and relaxed?'

'Oh yes, Paul. I feel wonderful, and the weather is superb, isn't it?' She was right. It was just after midday and the hot sun was overhead now, beating down, and even I, in just my shorts, felt really warm.
'Are you wet, Georgina.' I could see her little red panties peeking between her legs --a nice touch to match the skirt and shoes, I thought, and I told her to pull the skirt up a little more, to get a good picture of the tops of her thighs and the panties, as she sat against the wall. 'You'd like me to touch you there, wouldn't you, to make you feel even hornier?' There was no doubt that I was reading her thoughts, as she smiled coyly, and surreptitiously rubbed her finger over the front of her panties as she eased the skirt up for the next picture.

'Yes Paul, you know I am. I'd love you to touch me, but not here on the beach. I'm showing off too much as it is, you naughty boy,' and she giggled with embarrassment. Just then, Todd and Glen came down the steps, waving and making their way over to us.

'Must have a swim, you guys, the water looks great,' shouted Todd, and they stripped down to their bathers and left their clothes by our rug, and ran down to the water. They dived straight in and swam about in the sea for ten minutes or so, before coming back and towelling themselves off. While they had been in the sea, I had teased Georgina about their fit, young bodies, the tight, little bathers, and the fact that almost everything was on view through the wet bathers as they walked back up the beach.

'Does that make your eyes water, Georgina. They sure are well built young men aren't they?' and at the same time, I slid my hand up her skirt and felt her cunt. It was soaking, and I was able to push the material with my finger and feel it disappear between the sodden lips that opened easily.

'I want some more pictures, Georgina, and I want you to do exactly as I tell you. OK Georgina. That's what we agreed, isn't it?' and to reinforce my point, I found her clit and rubbed it briefly just before Todd and Glen arrived back. She didn't have time to reply, just groaned briefly, and tried to sit there looking demure and sexy at the same time. We chatted with the guys some more while they dried off and settled down on the sand, and it was Glen, the blond one, who made the suggestion.

'What about some more pictures, then. Do you mind if we take some more of you, as you're such an attractive couple.' I think they were both keen to carry on where we left off, particularly as they had this sexy, mature woman in their midst, so I wasn't about to argue with them. They'd seen her showing off her legs, her blouse was partially undone, and the relaxing afternoon might become quite an event in their long holiday.

'Not at all. Here's my camera again,' I replied, trying not to sound too keen. I sat with Georgina on the rug, put my arm round her shoulder, and smiled as the two young men started to click again. I pulled Georgina into me, and was able to get my arm round her waist, and on to the little red skirt once more. She began very demurely, her legs straight out in front of her, but I whispered to her to bend her knees and she dutifully obeyed. She tried to hold her skirt around her thighs as the guys stood quite close to us, but then I had to say something.

'Look guys, we wanted to come to this quiet, little spot to take some, what shall we say, some risqué pictures of Georgina. We don't want to embarrass you or offend you while you are guests in this country, and enjoying a day on the beach, so if you feel a little awkward at all, and feel you'd just like to chill out on your own, then we'd understand, wouldn't we Georgina?' She just smiled at the two young men in their swimming shorts.

'Awkward? Embarrassed?' replied Todd. 'You've got to be joking. This is fun, and we don't feel awkward at all. If you're happy with the situation, then we'll stay as long as you like. Don't mind us. We'll just carry on taking the pictures—no problem at all!!' That was OK then, just as I had thought, but I had to make sure. Who would walk away from a sexy woman showing off her legs, with her boyfriend wanting sexy photos of her? Certainly not these two virile American guys. Georgina smiled up at me, and I bent to give her a reassuring kiss, at the same time easing the pleated skirt up one of her thighs. She ran her hand across my naked chest, and I pulled a little more at the hem.

Whatever Georgina was thinking, she was acting with great bravado. She smiled back at Glen and Todd, knowing full well that they could see right up her legs to her panties, suspenders and all, and I stroked her milky, white thigh and pulled her body tightly into mine.

'Undo more buttons on the blouse, Georgina,' I told her, quietly. 'Not all of them, but enough to show off your little bra.' There was no doubt this was all exciting the two students, as they came as close as they could, enjoying the erotic display --they probably didn't envisage anything like this when they set off this morning. Georgina undid the blouse down lower, and I was able to pull the collar apart to show off the tops of her shapely breasts. Would I go any further? I think Glen and Todd hoped so. However, there were only so many liberties that could be taken on the beach, with other sunbathers about, and I had previously thought about this.

'Listen, you two young men.' Young men, I was saying ---they were about the same age as me, and Georgina could have been mother to all of us. I didn't care, and Glen and Todd certainly didn't care. They were up for anything, it seemed. I continued.

'Listen young men. This is great and we really appreciate what you are doing. Perhaps we can move up onto the prom. There are some beautiful sand dunes over there, secluded and quiet, but still affording all of the sunshine and a place to sunbathe. What do you say?'

'Absolutely, absolutely. Great idea,' enthused the dark haired Todd. 'More privacy and a chance to relax some more. I think the tide is going to get to us before long, anyway.'

The boys grabbed their things and we quickly went up the steps and across to the dunes. The boys nipped into the café to grab some cold cokes, and then we went along, behind the prom, for about 100 yards. We wandered along, in and out of the dunes, until we found a beautiful spot, with enough sand on little hillocks and grassy mounds to put our rug and towels down.

The sun was hot still, but we were sheltered from the breeze and couldn't be seen unless someone actually walked into the dunes like we had done. We three young men were just in our shorts, while Georgina looked absolutely gorgeous in her seductive outfit. I didn't want to lose the tempo, so I picked up the camera and took one shot of the sexy woman as she sat down on the rug.

'Come on Georgina,' I encouraged. 'There's no-one around now, so let's see those sexy legs again. Go on,' and I grinned at her, egging her on to be more daring.

'Are you sure, Paul? You might embarrass Todd and Glen.' They were quick to put her right.

'No, no, Georgina. We both think you're a real sexy lady, just like Paul said. You carry on, and we'll take the photos, if that's OK with you?' Of course it was.

'See Georgina. We all think you're really sexy, and the boys want some more photos as well. Kneel up and face us, that would be a great picture.' It was a good job I had brought all the reels of film but this was worth it. She knelt up on the rug, but I had to entice her again.

'That's lovely. Just raise your skirt so we can see more of those sexy thighs, that's it Georgina.' I clicked the camera and Glen did the same with his. 'A bit higher, Georgina, and just open your knees a bit more. Lovely.' Click, click. The little red skirt was held right up now, and Georgina's red panties were now on view, her luscious thighs open and looking so shapely and inviting. Todd was standing by the side of me and Glen clicking away, and we were all enjoying the wonderful display.

'Does the warm air feel nice around your thighs, Georgina?' I began to tease again. 'It looks really good, and you look really sexy. Take the skirt up a little higher, just to your waist. You look incredible.' She did. She pulled the skirt up again, and it was bunched up around her waist, showing off her tummy above the red panties. 'Open your knees a bit more, go on.'

'Oh Paul. You're going to embarrass Glen and Todd. They'll go back to the beach in a minute.' Todd again told her they were loving every minute and wanted to carry on. I knew they would, so I pushed her further.

'Open your knees really wide. We're all enjoying this, Georgina, and we all think you have a fantastic figure, and those legs,------My God, Georgina, those fantastic legs. We love them, don't we guys?' The flattery was working and she eased her knees open on the rug even wider, still holding her skirt up around her waist. I handed the camera to Todd, and got up and moved over behind Georgina, and Todd and Glen both clicked away again. I kissed Georgina's neck and held her shoulders and whispered in her ear.

'You're good Georgina—very good, this is really very erotic and a surprise for us both, isn't it.' She just 'ummed' her reply as I caressed her shoulders and nibbled her neck. 'Just follow what I say, and we can have a beautiful time in this beautiful setting.' I let one hand drift down the front of her red panties and felt her wetness. 'God, you're feeling really randy, aren't you, you gorgeous woman. You wetness is beautiful.' My hand then went down inside the front of her pants and I felt her vaginal lips open and I slid into her.

'Paul, Paul, you mustn't, you mustn...' but she just leant her head against my shoulders and allowed me full access into the inner depths of her cunt. She was soaking. I knew she would do anything. With my other hand, I unbuttoned her blouse completely and slipped it off her shoulders, still with my fingers up inside her. Her sighs and soft moans were encouragement to me, and I watched Todd and Glen continue to click away, getting as near as they could. I took the blouse right off, and then I unclipped the flimsy little bra.

'I'll hold your skirt, Georgina, you take your bra right off. Go on, I want you to.' I was quite firm and Georgina seemed to like this, as her submission was quite deliberate and immediate. I held the hem of her skirt right up above her panties and watched as she slipped her bra from her firm breasts, and threw it on the rug.

'Hold your breasts, caress them, and play with them.' They were, indeed, wonderful full breasts and Georgina did exactly as I asked, cupping them in her hands, lifting and rubbing her fingers over the bullet-like nipples. It was a fantastic sight. At the same time, I ran my hands onto the waist band of her little panties and began to ease them over her bottom, and then Todd shouted more encouragement.

'You guys, this is wonderful. Do you mind if we stay and enjoy this with you. I hope you've got plenty of film.' Of course I didn't mind, and I think Georgina was now getting an extra thrill from displaying herself. I could see young, throbbing cocks start to push out the guys' swimsuits, and I knew they were horny as well. My cock was pushing out, too, and I pushed my shorts into Georgina's back, so that she was well aware of the effect she was having. As I pulled the red panties down, I felt Georgina's pubic hairs again, then pushed two fingers inside her.

'Paul, Paul, oh... Hhhhhhhh,' and her breathing was coming in little gasps, and I could tell that, even here on the sand dunes, she wanted satisfying. With my fingers still playing deep in her cunt, I pulled the panties down to her knees, stretching them right across her open legs. With her breasts free and naked, and her pants stretched across her open knees, Georgina was ripe for the taking, and Todd and Glen clicked the cameras at every opportunity.

I then held Georgina's hips with both hands, and told her to lean forward, to put her hands on the rug. I slipped my shorts down to my knees and teased Georgina by allowing my rampant cock to tickle her bottom and drift across her white ass.

'Tell me, Georgina. What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do on the sands here? The guys are taking pictures of you, Georgina, and you want it, don't you?' She gave in.

'Yes, yes, Paul. I want it. I want you to. I want you to take me, Paul, just take me. Please, please, do it!!' Todd and Glen had listened to her pleas and stood up with the cameras. I made sure Georgina's ass was in the air as she knelt rigidly on hands and knees, and I held my cock and fed it into her. It was so easy, as she was so wet and accommodating, and it had the immediate desired effect. She moved back onto me with each stroke and I held her ass and rammed her onto me.

'Put the camera down, Todd, and come and play with Georgina's tits. You'd like that Georgina, wouldn't you?' She didn't answer, but concentrated on my cock thrusting into her, 'doggy' style, and Todd didn't need asking twice. He put down the camera and knelt at Georgina's side and went to work on her hanging breasts. Glen was able to take shots of both of us enjoying the mature woman, and he came round to take a couple of Georgina's ass as my cock hammered in and out of her cunt.

'Uhh, uhhhh, God, no, no, oh God Paul, ahhhhhhhh,' and she squirmed as Todd pulled at her tits, grabbing the nipples and pushing them back into her chest. She was loving it and it spurred me on to fucking her harder, and then Todd pulled harder, holding the nipples between thumb and forefinger and tugging them down. She was delirious but we wouldn't stop.

Georgina Lent had been my boss, old enough to be my mother, and was feared by the other women in her section. Yet here she was, on her hands and knees, in the sand dunes, allowing me and two other young men to take the ultimate liberties with her. She was naked apart from her stockings and suspenders, and her panties were stretched across her knees, and yet she wanted to be fucked and abused and was quite happy to be photographed as it happened. I think her training was really on course, and I believed that there was no end to what Georgina would give of herself if I treated her properly and otherwise looked after her with care.

'Slip your shorts down, Todd. Georgina is a wonderful cock-sucker. Show Todd how good you are, Georgina, while I keep fucking you.'

'Oh God, Paul, Paul...' but she tailed off as I grabbed her head and pushed her gently down. Todd had eased his shorts down, and his young, vibrant cock sprang up and was already pointing at the waiting mouth. He took over holding the blonde head and Georgina just opened and took the American prick into her mouth. She was a natural, and I could see the look of ecstasy on Todd's face as he fed his member in and out of the seductive, mature mouth. I continued to hold Georgina's hips and thrash my cock into her cunt, trying to get in as deeply as I could, hitting her bottom with my groin every time I lunged into her.

Glen was almost on top of his pal now, as he clicked away while Georgina gave wonderful 'head. The photos were going to be fantastic, and the more erotic and intimate they were, the more I could use them to 'control' Georgina in the future. I wanted the next photo to be a really good one, so I needed to change the angles. I slipped out of her cunt and went round to her front to watch and guide her.

'Oh Paul, Paul, why did you stop? I was enjoying that. Oh please, fuck me some more.' She was desperate but I wanted her to satisfy the two young students.

'Don't worry Georgina, you'll get well fucked in a minute. Just show us how good you are at gobbling cock into your mouth.' Todd held the blonde head tightly as he fucked in and out of her accommodating mouth, and I took the camera from Glen and indicated to him with a nod that he should enjoy the experience himself. Glen soon had his shorts down and was shuffling up to Georgina on the other side of her head.

Todd slipped out and allowed Glen to take Georgina's head so that he, too, could slide his generous prick into her. She had no hesitation and I watched the youthful cock slide down inside her, her cheeks puffing out to show the extent of her obedience. It was a superb show. The quiet, secluded sand dunes, the sun on our backs and this erotic, sensual woman giving wonderful head to two enthusiastic students.

As they played in and out of Georgina's mouth, taking turns to hold her hair and push into her, Glen and Todd rubbed their cocks, feeling the saliva and wetness from her throat, and I watched her breasts swing backwards and forwards as she energetically went down on them as deeply as she could. The two young tourists obviously didn't think that a walk on this beautiful Island was going to lead to fucking the mouth of a mature English lady, but they were not about to waste the opportunity.

I picked up the camera as I watched Georgina gobble and open her mouth as wide as she could. She sucked away avidly, and even lifted a hand from the rug so that she could hold each prick in turn and spur them on by wanking hard as they flew in and out of her mouth.

'Oh come on lady, yes, yes,' Glen started to moan, and his young sperm was almost ready. I wanted this to happen and I wanted to capture it.

'Hold her head, Glen, and just do it over her. Georgina likes that, she wants you to.' Georgina didn't speak but looked up into Glen's blue eyes, and opened her lips as he rubbed hard at his cock for the last few seconds. I was ready with the camera and then...Whoosh...Glen exploded and his pent up sperm fired out and caught Georgina's face, some splashing into her open mouth. 'Click, click,' and I had it on film.

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Glen held her head while he emptied himself, and Georgina just allowed the young, white cream to dribble down her cheeks and forehead until she either licked it with her tongue or let it drip onto the rug. The sight had spurred on Todd who was almost there as well.

He took over holding the blonde hair as Glen slumped back onto the sand, and Todd pushed his last few strokes back into the luscious mouth that welcomed him like a lost sheep. 'Push, push, push,' and in and out went his cock, and Georgina was just as enthusiastic. She gobbled away, slurping and gasping, trying so hard to take the big penis as far down her throat as she could, but then Todd sprayed her. He took his prick from her mouth, held her head and Georgina gladly received a second lot of glorious white 'cum' over her face in less than a minute.

'Click, click,' and I had two more memorable photos to show Georgina at a quieter time. Todd caught her cheeks and lips, and some splashed in her hair, but she was rampant and didn't care. The hot sun dried some splashes quickly and the stains lay on Georgina's face, but she knelt panting and smiling, knowing that she had satisfied two young men and given them an unforgettable experience. I had quite enjoyed it too, but I wanted to fuck this obedient woman again.

'You are delicious Georgina, I think you need rewarding, don't you?' I moved round behind her again and admired her wonderful ass as she remained on her knees. I slipped her pants down and off, and pushed her knees as wide as they would go. I then pushed Georgina's head and shoulders down onto the rug, so that her ass stuck up at me, oh so invitingly. Then I leant forward and licked at her anus. It looked beautiful in the afternoon sun, and I left my saliva on her little pink bud and watched it try to run down and escape. I licked some more and pushed at her little bud with my tongue. She moaned from below me.

'Ohhhhhhhh, Paul, oh your tongue is wonderful. I can feel it going into my bum. Be careful, Paul. Please be careful!' I ran my finger round her anus and just 'plucked' it and pulled gently at the rose petals, easing Georgina's ass apart a fraction and then more and more. Glen and Todd watched from their positions on the dune, as I toyed with Georgina's hole, keeping her head arched right down on the rug, her ass jutting right up. Her suspenders were taut across her open, white thighs, the stockings stretched high up her legs, and I was enjoying exploring Georgina's bottom until I slipped a wet finger into her puckered ass. She felt so warm and soft inside, and sighed at my intrusion.
'Oh Paul, oh...Paul, I want to 'cum' so much now. You three young men have really got me on a high, you naughty boys, but I want satisfying now. Please, Paul, just, just...,' but I pushed her anus around, as wide as I could with one finger, and then I slipped out of Georgina's body and played my cock over her moistened bud. She sighed a sigh of resignation, and I held myself against her. The guys were watching intently as I held her hip firmly and pushed into her a tiny way. It opened Georgina's ass and her bud was stretched round the helmet of my cock. It caused a little, muffled scream but lots of short breaths and sighs.

'It hurts but it's wonderful. God Paul, oh...yes, yes,' and I pushed myself into Georgina's mature, white ass. I held onto her little red skirt, bunched round her middle, and pulled in as much as I could. Her ass opened like butter and I began to fuck her. There were no cameras this time. The boys just sat and enjoyed, and I just wanted to fuck Georgina up the ass until I splashed deep inside her, and I also wanted to bring this gorgeous, sexy woman to her own shattering climax.

'You're still good, Georgina. You are very, very good, and I love taking control of you. I will look after you, and take care of you, and you will produce moments like these.' I heaved right into her ass again and felt her skin envelop around my cock. It was like a glove. She loved my words.

'If that's what you want, Pa...ohhhh...If that's what you want, just take care of me, because I enjoy being your lady and acting like a very naughty woman for you, Paul. Ohhhhhhhhh, I can feel you right up inside me again. Don't stop, don't stop, please,' and I wasn't going to. I pushed harder and quicker, Georgina's sighs were shorter and more intense and I knew she was going to orgasm within moments. I wanted to push her over the edge.

'Have you enjoyed being a toy for us this afternoon, Georgina? Have you enjoyed satisfying three young men? You have submitted quite wonderfully, and there will be many more occasions Georgina. Now push your ass back, woman, I'm going to fire my 'cum' right into your ass. Come on, Georgina, push, push hard.' I grabbed her waist and really pulled her back onto my cock, and she was more than helpful, ramming back into me so that my groin collided with her ass every time I lunged up into her bottom. She suddenly screamed quietly under her breath and froze. Her body seemed to convulse and I could see the shivers move all around her, and this spurred me on to my own orgasm.

I thrust into the white ass a few more strokes and then I joined Georgina in losing all my energy as the orgasm took over my body. I spurted into the depths of her ass and I seemed to go on for ever, leaning over the luscious mature body as I became empty. She looked fantastic, she'd felt fantastic and she was going to be a wonderful, wonderful plaything. All four of us were satisfied and exhausted, and I allowed Georgina to slump forward onto the rug as my cock slipped from her bottom.

'Ohh, my God, Paul! It feels as though you are still inside me, filling me up,' she groaned, but her body lay like a contented kitten curled up on a cushion.

I had wanted this to be an enjoyable weekend, but I had not imagined that two American students were going to join me in abusing and enjoying the delights of my partner. It had been phenomenal and when Georgina turned her head and smiled up at me, I knew that she had enjoyed the episode as well. We gradually gained our composure and became decently dressed again, and we sat in the dunes chatting for about another half hour or so. The students were going to stay another day, or so, on the Island, travelling round before heading for other parts of the UK. We exchanged addresses and Emails so that we could possibly exchange photos and, if we were ever in America, we said we'd look them up.

Eventually, Georgina and I headed back to the ferry and spent all the journey on the top deck enjoying the sun going down across the water. The beautiful colours were magnificent on the sea, and the horizon was like a golden flower. We reached the pub back in the New Forest just after 10 and were greeted by a room full of people, all enjoying what seemed like a riotous evening. As we enjoyed a well-deserved drink, the landlord sidled across to us, we chatted about the trip we had enjoyed to the Isle of Wight, and then he said,

'I'm celebrating 5 years as landlord of this pub tonight. When we shut in an hour or so, a few friends are invited to stay here and continue enjoying a drink on the house. Please join me, and we can have a bit of a celebration and a private party.' I looked at Georgina who looked quite exhausted from her day's activities, but I wondered if this might be an opportunity to further train her in bringing me voyeuristic pleasures...But that's another story!!
Me and Georgina Pt. 05
Mature woman continues behaving for a younger man.
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, 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, 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 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.
'Don't be so nosy, you naughty girl. I told him it was my birthday and he has invited us to stay and have another drink on him when he closes the pub. Then I can introduce you to him...oh, and he says you've got a really sexy body!'

She looked embarrassed and a little crestfallen.

'Oh no, Paul...aren't you going to take me home so I can give you your birthday present?' and she slid her hand half way up my thigh and gave me one of her lecherous looks. I knew the birthday 'present' would be there whatever time we went back to her caravan, and I wanted to tease and make Georgina 'play' a little more before we went.

'Did you carry out that little task for me, Georgina,' I asked. She blushed and, just then, the landlord rang the bell and called 'time' and disappeared into the public bar. 'Stand up, Georgina.' We were on our own briefly. Slowly, she rose from her chair and I moved her round in front of me, with her back to the bar. I was sitting before her and I reached forward and put my hand on her knee. 'Did you, Georgina?'

Even though we were in a public bar, there was no-one else there, and so my hand slid slowly up her thigh, inch by inch.

'Show me, Georgina! Where did you put them?' She grabbed her handbag and pulled out her little pair of black panties. I took them from her, feeling their warmth, and put them on the table. My hand was still on her thigh and I slid it up and up.

'Are you still wet, Georgina? Shall I find out?' She was blushing, but she didn't speak. My hand reached the soft skin above the stockings. 'Open a bit more, Georgina.' She quickly glanced round and the bar was still empty, and then her high-heeled shoes shuffled apart a few more inches. My hand caressed her thigh and then I felt the matt of hairs around her cunt. I pushed a bit more and felt the soft lips opening and she was absolutely soaking. Two of my fingers slid into her body and I'm sure she let out a satisfied moan as her eyes closed briefly.

'You feel wonderful, you sexy bitch,' I teased her. I continued to play my fingers inside her and she put a hand on the table to steady herself. As I enjoyed the feel of her soaking cunt, her grey skirt was sliding up her legs and her hand went down to the hem to try and keep herself decent.

'Leave it, Georgina. Don't touch,' I instructed her. I managed to keep my fingers inside her body and, at the same time, my thumb was able to start sliding up and down her crazy clit. It was rigid and firm, and the moment I touched it, I could feel this mature woman shiver and jolt with excitement, but her feet remained perfectly still. She seemed to get even wetter and, after obeying me, the skirt slid up and up, showing off those wonderful legs, right to the tops of her stockings.

As I played with Georgina's body, the lights in the bars dimmed and the landlord silently appeared behind the lounge bar again. He stood watching us, a leery grin all over his face, but Georgina was oblivious to his presence. I kept toying with her cunt and now she was moaning and sighing at regular intervals, but I wasn't going to stop.

'You're a naughty bitch, aren't you, Georgina? Tell me what you are,' and my thumb pushed hard against her clit, causing her to moan even louder, something the landlord was bound to hear.

'I'm a naugh..., oh Godddddd, I'm a naughty...,' and then she suddenly looked round to see the landlord smiling at us from behind the bar, his eyes glued to Georgina's body. I saw the look of panic in her eyes, but I was going to hold her in this erotic state.

'Go on, Georgina...what are you. Tell me what you are,' and I pushed my fingers as deeply as I could into her cunt, making her whimper and sigh deeply with abandoned pleasure. She seemed to forget her audience as I rubbed her clit a little more.

'I'm a naughty...ummmmm, oh God, Paul...I'm a naughty bitch...yes, just a little...,' and she leant both of her hands onto the table now, and her head hung forward. I could see the landlord putting some drinks onto a tray but he waited behind the bar and just enjoyed the view.

'It's just you, me and the landlord now, Georgina, so we're going to stay for just a little while longer, and then we'll go home. OK? But you just be a good girl, because you know the landlord enjoyed seeing you last time and, anyway, you're feeling wet and horny, aren't you, and this is totally private?'

'Oh Paul, I want you to take me home and...ummmmmmmmm.' My fingers were still inside her body and she was torn between wanting to go home and yet not wanting these feelings to stop as she leant on the table. 'Just look after me, Paul...oh God, ahhhhh, yes, yeeeees...please, look after me Paul. You know I'm putty in your hands, so just...just stay with me whatever you're going to do!'

This was wonderful and I knew that Georgina would eventually give in to her submissive side, especially as she knew that the landlord had enjoyed seeing her body previously. I slid my hand from under Georgina's skirt, reached over again and undid the bottom button on her blouse.

'I'll stay with you, Georgina, you know I will...but you just be a good girl and do as I tell you! We'd love to see your sexy basque, Georgina. Will you undo the buttons on your blouse? Keep your feet apart.' She hesitated for a few moments, but my hand went back under her skirt and caressed her thigh above the stocking top. 'The buttons, Georgina!' The landlord was silent but watching every movement, and I could see him taking an occasional sip from his pint. He chose to stay where he was for the moment.

'The buttons, Georgina!' I reminded her. As my hand reached her wet cunt again, her fingers went slowly to the top button on the blouse and she began to undo them. My fingers played in her pubic hairs, running up and down her wet lips and I watched her blouse fall apart as all the buttons were soon undone. 'Take it off, Georgina.' Silently, she slid the blouse from her shoulders and put it on the table with her panties.

The contours of her wonderful tits spilled over the top of the basque, the material holding them firmly and pushing them up and together like two soft footballs. She looked fuckable, randy and hot.

'Turn round, Georgina.'

'Do I have to, Paul...oh God...don't stop, pleeeease!' My fingers were still between her open legs, and my middle finger briefly slid under her to caress and poke at her hard anus...only briefly, and then I just rubbed the lips of her sodden cunt some more. She sighed appreciatively!

'Turn round, Georgina. It's OK. I want you to let the landlord see your sexy body, and I know he thinks you're really a hot woman. Go on...now!!' She slowly moved round on her high heels, keeping her head lowered, but she knew he would be able to admire her stunning breasts in the little basque. She was breathing heavily and this made her tits heave up and down, stretching the black cups that were stopping her fabulous body from escaping. Now, I was still on my seat but I had eased Georgina back so that she was right up close to me, with her back to me, facing across to the bar. I was able just to caress her body while I allowed the landlord to feast his eyes on this wonderful, private show.

Was this enough? Should I take her home now and fuck the living daylights out of her? Or did we all want more? I'm sure the silent landlord wanted more! Did Georgina want more? I had taken her to a high pitch of eroticism and while I continued to caress and tease her body, I thought anything was possible!

There was a deafening silence as all three of us stayed perfectly still, only my hands moving under Georgina's skirt making a gentle swish. As she had her back to me, the button and short zip on her skirt were right in front of my eyes. I unclipped the button and then I slowly moved the zip down to open her skirt. Immediately, her hands went to her waist to hold her skirt in place, but still she kept her head down.

'Hands by your side now, Georgina. Just put them down by your side,' I instructed. She knew exactly what I intended, but her hands moved gingerly to the sides of her body and I held the grey material at her hips.

'Is she good, landlord,' I asked. 'Does she look as good as last time?' The landlord took another sip from his pint, and then picked up the tray of drinks and came over to our table.

'She looks fuckin' fantastic, mate. Here, there's a drink for you both...but don't stop.' He sat down on the other side of the table and took another sip of his pint. Georgina was now within touching distance of both of us, but she kept her head down and didn't move. My hands began to roll the skirt down over her hips, and then on down her legs to reveal the tops of her stockings, and her naked body below the bottom of the little basque. Still she didn't move and I let the skirt fall to the floor and then made Georgina step out of it.

'There, Georgina, we both think you look stunning. Will you turn round,' and I held her thighs and gently moved her round so she was now facing both of her audience at the table.

Her cunt was glistening in the low light, her soft, light pubic hairs looking dishevelled and seductive between her legs. I smiled up at her face and she sort of grinned as I stroked her thighs. She wasn't enraged but wasn't laughing either. She just looked coy and shy at having two men watch her from such close quarters.

I moved my hand to the top of one of her delectable thighs and pushed gently. She knew exactly what I meant and her legs opened a fraction. I pushed some more and her legs opened wider. Only the basque, and the stockings were covering her skin now, but with her panties on the table, her open legs gave a wonderful view up between her thighs. She began to move her hands down between her legs, but I was quick to see what she was doing and stopped it.

'No, Georgina...no! Put your hands on your head. Be a good girl for your birthday boy.' She sighed with embarrassment but her hands went on top of her blonde head, and she held them there.

She had completely submitted, but I really do believe that she was just as excited as us two men. She was standing before us in just her basque, stockings and high heels, her hands were on her head and her legs were wide apart. The air was thick with anticipation, but Georgina just closed her eyes and stood like an abandoned deer in a car's headlamps. It was late, the pub was shut, the lights were low and this mature woman had totally given in to the slow seduction

My fingers went back to her cunt and I began to slide my fingers in and out. My other hand held her firm thigh and I just kept up an incessant rhythm, getting her more and more wet, and feeling her juices trickle down onto my hand. She began to moan again, now not caring that the landlord was only a matter of inches away.

'Ummmmm, ohhhh...it's...it's...oh God, Paul,' she sighed. I could see the landlord out of the corner of my eye, and he was gently stroking his trousers.

'Keep your hands on your head, Georgina,' I reminded her, and I continued to push my fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. My thumb joined in by stroking her hard clit again, and still she moaned, now going up onto her toes each time my fingers pushed up inside her.

'God, Paul...what are...this is...sssssssoooo..ahhhhhh!!'

'Push your top down, Georgina. We want to see those glorious breasts! Go on, push your top down a bit.' Her eyes were still closed but she moved her hands down to each cup of the basque and pushed them down over her stunning tits. The flesh sprang out and stood like guardsmen on duty, pointing straight out, with her nipples being the loaded rifles. They were like bullets and my fingers just kept going in and out, in and out.

She didn't wait to be told, Georgina just began to hold and move her breasts in her hands. She cupped them and really pummelled them, and there was no doubt that she was now really turned on. She was ripe and willing!

'Ohhhhhh...Paul...Paul...whatever it is you're going to do, please ...please, just do it!' she moaned. Her thighs shuffled with excitement, but she kept them open, and I could see the landlord increase his attack on his cock in his trousers, and my own cock was now rigid and almost bursting.

'What do you want, Georgina? Tell us, go on...what do you want?'

'Christ, Paul...ummmm, oh God, you know...you know what I want, don't you?' she tried to whisper.

'Say it, Georgina. Go on, we want to hear you say what you want.' She still played with her breasts, now pulling hard at her nipples, and then she threw caution to the wind.

'I want you to...I want you to fuck...I want you to fuck me, Paul. Do it to me, pleaaseeee. You know that's what I want you to do, isn't it? Ohh...ohhhhh...I can't stand too much of...!'

My hand slid from her soaking cunt and I went behind her. As I caressed her naked ass, I moved her gently forward to the edge of the table.

'Bend right over, Georgina. Just relax and bend right over the table.' She moaned at the thought and her eyes briefly looked back into mine. I held her round the waist and gently eased her over until her hands, head and breasts went down onto the little table. The landlord quickly moved the tray of drinks onto another table, and Georgina was now bent right over and able to relax. Just to make her position perfect, I held her hips and eased her back a few inches, so that her breasts were still on the table, but her wonderful ass and legs were away from the table, waiting for the attention that she knew was coming!

Her thighs were still apart, and her eyes closed as she rested her head sideways onto her arms on the table. I still caressed her ass as I undid my slacks and let them fall to the floor. I was directly behind her and the landlord was still stroking his cock through his trousers on his seat next to the table. He didn't make a move, but watched intently as I moved my rampant cock closer between Georgina's legs and then I could feel her.

My cock eased against her soaking lips and I pushed into her just a couple of inches. She was like hot butter, and it was like moving into a furnace! She moaned quietly!

'Want some more, Georgina?' She just sighed and 'ummmmed' a definite Yes to that.

I held her hips tightly and then pushed hard. It almost made her squeal as I slid in right up to the hilt, pushing her a bit more across the table. I came back out again and then thrust in hard again.

'Oh Goddddddd, ummmmmmmm,' she moaned again, but her eyes stayed closed and she gripped the table. Although my cock was aching and so ready as I fucked this gorgeous blonde, I was determined not to cummm for as long as possible. I wanted to really fuck her in front of the landlord, who by now had taken his cock from his trousers and was openly wanking at the sight.

What do you think about when you are having a great fuck, but don't want to cummm? The Queen of England fucking the Duke? Your mum watching in the doorway? You try and think of anything to put you off, don't you? Anyway, I was doing my best just to keep fucking Georgina...I held her hips tightly, I squeezed her wonderful ass, I slid my fingers round to grasp at her clit, I tried to maul her wonderful tits on the table, and I even grabbed her blonde hair as I levered into her insatiable body.

All the time I was plugging my cock deeply into her cunt, in, out, in, out, she was moaning and sighing, her breasts heaving up and down on the table, her firm ass moving up and back at me to try and get me deeper inside her. She was, without doubt, a magnificent, mature fuck who would take as much as she was given!

I could see that the landlord was now really beside himself with lust and excitement and he kept looking at me with pleading eyes, while hammering away at his thick cock. I winked at him and nodded towards Georgina's head. He didn't need asking twice, as he was up from his seat like a shot. He moved to the other side of the table, by her head, and just played with her blonde hair. I was at one end of the table, and he was at the other, and Georgina was stretched out over the table between us.

The moment he touched her, Georgina opened her eyes and saw before her another rampant cock. She didn't say anything, and I just kept hammering away at her juicy cunt, but her hand lifted and she took the landlord's cock and eased it towards her. There was no doubt what was happening, and in a few seconds she had opened her lips and fed the landlord deep into her throat. I heard her gurgle from her mouth straight away! Ummmmm...and she began to lap at her new prize as though it was a '99 cornet!

This 50 something woman was now the meat in a wonderful sandwich and the landlord and I just kept sliding into her body. I tried to increase the pace and kept slamming into her soaking cunt, and then I grabbed her thighs.

I held the firm legs and lifted her feet from the floor, and held her either side of me as I still thrust into her body with all my might. She didn't protest but actually sighed and gave her body completely. I held her legs and fucked her in and out, in and out, but I was moving her gently forwards across the table until her head was over the other edge. Now the landlord had to hold her head while he continued to fuck her mouth.

Her body was across the table, but Georgina's legs were off one side, and her head was off the other. I held her legs firmly and fucked her cunt, and the landlord held her blonde head and fucked her willing mouth. There was no let-up in the proceedings as we just assaulted her body with no respite. And there were no complaints, either!

Georgina was making all sorts of dirty noises as she gave her all to the way she was being ravaged.

'Aghhhhhhh, ummmmmm, ssssssshhhhhhhhhi,' but she couldn't speak as her mouth was continuously full. I don't know about the landlord, but I was all too soon reaching the pinnacle of my efforts. I was going to get there and...

Suddenly, the landlord almost shouted.

'I'm gonna...fuckin' hell...I'm gonna cummm...can I?...can I?'

'Do it, mate...in her mouth...go on, she loves it,' and almost before I finished speaking, he was grasping her head tightly and then he was holding himself inside Georgina's mouth. I could see her throat start to move as she held the big cock in her mouth, and I could see droplets of cumm at the corners of her mouth. Georgina didn't mind swallowing and she was doing her best to take the landlord's contribution down inside her.

I was still fucking her, with her legs either side of my thighs, but the sight had pushed me over the edge, and now I was firing. My ejaculation felt like heaven as I held her thighs and jammed my cock as deeply inside her cunt as possible. Between us, we must have been filling her body with loads of it, but she loved every second. We were finally dribbling the ends of our cum into Georgina, and I slowly let her legs back onto the floor as she licked the end of the landlord's cock and then licked all round her lips.

Her body was still heaving up and down on the table, and she was almost out of breath. She slumped her head onto the table and just lay there for what seemed like minutes, and the landlord had to sit down, too.

'Fuckin' hell, mate. She sure is one hell of a woman...where did you find her?' he grinned as he stroked his withering cock again.

'It's a trade secret, landlord, but thanks for the drinks,' I replied as I playfully slapped the wonderful ass still leaning over the edge of the table. 'I'm going to take her home now, because she says she's got another birthday present waiting for me there!' I laughed.

'You can stay longer if you want to,' he almost pleaded again.

'That's very kind of you, but the good lady needs her sleep, and I'm going to make sure she gets it!' I slowly helped Georgina up from the table and she looked a little sheepish as she tried to put on her clothes to look decent again...but I kept her panties in my pocket!
We made our way to the door, and the landlord unlocked it so we could leave.

'Hope you're back again, soon,' he said.

'We will be, won't we, Georgina? When's your Happy Hour?' I asked.

'I've just had my Happy Hour, mate...in fact it was a fuckin' Fantastic Hour...but the drinks are on the house next time!' he laughed, and Georgina managed a grin as we made our way to the car.

'I made her pull her skirt right up in the car, and I played with her cunt all the way home. By the time we reached the caravan, she was hot and ready again, almost reeling and squealing with the need for more.

Inside the caravan, her needs were attended to...and so were mine...and Georgina was ready to continue her mature lust for submission and satisfaction from a younger man!!