For reasons outside our control I hadn't seen Jean for several months. I should explain what USUALLY happens when I arrive at her front door. She invites me in; we say hello; have a polite (brief) kiss and a little hug. She takes the flowers I bought her (says thank you) and we wander into her kitchen where she puts the flowers into some water. She offers me wine (or a beer) which I accept and we sit on the sofa for a cha...

I journeyed to Jean's flat in the evening and when she answered the door she took my breath away! Normally she's dressed in casual clothes - jeans, sweatshirt etc. But this time she was dressed in a very light-weight evening gown. Obviously dressed to impress. We sat on the sofa and chatted about things that were happening in our lives. We held hands but after 20+ minutes I allowed my hand to wander onto her thighs - whic...

The afternoon had finally arrived. I was due to meet Jean at a Premier Inn about 8 miles away. I wasn't at work or anything, so had plenty of time to prepare and have a shower etc. I left in plenty of time and used my sat-nav to guide me. Sitting at a set of red traffic lights I became aware of my thumping heartbeat. I had never really known what 'heart in mouth' felt like, but I knew now. I was so anxious, so excited at...

My third visit to see Jean felt a lot calmer than the previous occasions. The apprehension of 'will it be OK?' and 'will I satisfy her?' had disappeared. My first time with Jean had been overnight in a hotel - neutral ground - and I had almost hyper-ventilated when I was driving to the hotel on a Friday afternoon. The second time - at her flat - had been for an evening, and I'd been calmer but still full of trepidation. B...

I had decided to take a week off work and visit my older brother. He had married a very attractive girl and moved to the country with her, where he bought and runs their local garage. Although I am into a very different kind of work, we both grew up in our father’s garage, so I know my way around cars. As soon as I arrived Roger told me that he was inundated with work so wouldn’t be able to spend much time with me. I offe...

The weather had been hot over the past few days and while laying in bed this one morning . My husband suggested to me that seeing he had the next couple of days off , why don’t we spend a day at the beach . I leaned over and gave him a kiss and said that would be a great idea . He then took hold of my head and pushed me down to suck his cock . I took hold of his penis and began to stroke it up and down, getting it nice an...

Many years ago, I worked in a corporate office, in a boring job and the only bright spark was that I sat next to Vicky. She wasn’t a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with big tits and an arse you could die for like in so many stories, she was a real person. Brunette, 5’4 or so, about a size 14 with nice enough tits and hardly any arse. But she was fucking funny. We had so much banter and it always ended up with a ton of innuendo...

For the benefit of those that have not read any of the previous 'Granddad' stories, I would like to make it clear that there is no family connection between John Smith (Granddad) and Anja. See 'Granddad' for further information. No underage sex takes place or is implied. “Granddad?” A single word uttered but filled with concern. I thought rapidly trying to find a possible cause and failing. We were on the beach, early aft...