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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Many years ago I had a blonde BBW neighbour, let's just call her B to protect the not so innocent. B was rounded in all the right places, quite tall with blonde curly hair and a wicked sense of humour, and she was married with a couple of grown up kids, despite all this she was only in her early 40's and on her days off sported awesome make up, lippy and nails, she also dressed well and kept an open house for coffee with the neighbours. Life was good,the only sticking point was her husbands idea of foreplay was to go out with his mates at the weekend, get uproariously pissed then come home and start massive rows with B, that could go on until the early hours, still the bonus became hearing them making up afterwards, B was a very noisy Lady I discovered and obviously made hubby pay for his d*unken ways by keeping him at her for a long while. I have to admit, single and early 30's I had many a wank listening to the sound of hit bedsprings and B's screams of grown pleasure. One Christmas, standing at the bus stop waiting to go into town on a works do, I was taken aback when B came strolling up dressed to the new nines, in a quite slinky black dress, CFM heels and best of all seamed nylons, turned out she too was out on a nurses do about town and very tasty she looked too! We shared the bus journey unto town and chatted about this and that, but my eyed kept roving toward her beautifully presented boobs and glossy legs, her perfume smelled divine and she was in a really humorous mood. We parted our ways at the bus station and had agreed to meet up at a local wine bar and then. to share a taxi home afterwards, just to spread the cost and off we went to our respective do's. I couldn't help but watch her walk away, and take in the way her hips swung and how her bum looked so peachy, judging by the way some heads turned when she walked past other chaps were sharing NY impure thoughts about nurse B. Well the night passed and our groups bumped unto each other in a couple of pubs, and B's seams appeared to have remained as straight as dies throughout, one of the younger lads made some comment to her and the next thing I knew he was having a decent feel of her legs over the dress, he looked very happy and B kept chuckling to herself, before short drinking up and leaving. Well I arrived at the wine bar and after a couple of hours waiting for nurse B I made my excuses and got a taxi home alone just like Billy No Mates and went to bed.I was woken up by the phone at around breakfast on the Saturday, it was B, asking if her husbands car was on the drive, if not he'd be at work, could I please come pick her up from a friends house where she'd spent the night, could I hear if her kids were home that sort of thing, so I dutifully set off to pick B up at the address she gave, upon arrival men and women of all ages were coming out of the house in all sorts if states, mainly d*unk, loud, happy that sort of thing, nurse b sort of rushed out, junped into the passenger seat and slumped down as if she wanted to hide from someone. The first thing I noticed was a love bite on one if her boobs, her once immaculate hair was mussed and all over the place, make up not too bright and her dress all creased, as if by being constantly pushed up over her thighs, her once exquisite nylons were all over the place and the seams no longer straight, and beeunv the incredibly sheer kind, had gained quite a few pulls during the party I assumed. B's first questions were: Mind if I smoke followed by can I shower at yours and I need a coffee, in a sort of machine gun all at once rattle. The car journey home was mostly silent apart from the odd ooh , and oh fuck from B as she kept adjusting her position in the seat, when. I asked if she was ok she replied, I'm in pain, but nice pain then went back to smoking and looking out of the window. I managed to get her to mine, and both her and the car into the garage without detection. Once in the house I selected clean towels and made some coffee, strong and black enough to wake the dead. I couldn't help but cast a still approving eye over B she looked so very horny in her wantonness, I wanted to shag her there and then, she looked at me and smiled asked what's up? I replied that she looked very sexy and that even her all night partying hadn't taken its toll. She laughed again and said in a quite natural way, must be the Basque I'm wearing, and with that downed her coffee, picked up her towel and hit the shower room. Next thing she's back in the kitchen wrapped in my bathrobe and pouring more coffee, asking if I was angry that she didn't meet me at the wine bar, and did I tell her bloke she hadn't turned up? Not at 2 am love with your house in darkness I didn't and not this morning when I was in the land of nod until the phone rung and you asked me to come pick you up. She reached across the table took my hand in what I guess was her best nursie bedside manner and told me. I've been a nuaghty girl again. Again?!? Bugger me, I didn't know she'd ever been naughty bring on the revekations then B while I make us brekkie.
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