Mary was a Lady, her husband was a Lord.

They had a London apartment near Regent’s Park.

Very nearly sixty years ago, they were customers in the butchers shop I worked in.

I was 17, nearly 18, not exactly innocent, but not a ‘jack the lad’ either.

I did the shop deliveries on a trade bike, big old iron bike with a basket in the front.

Her ladyship didn’t live in their town apartment, it was for the theatre, and when his lordship was kept late, in ‘the lords’

Late summer 1967, her ladyship was in residence.

I’d delivered several times that month.

She’d come to the door, take her order from me, and shut the door, with a curt goodbye.

This particular Friday, I was earlier than usual.

It was a hot day. I’d taken off my jeans and tee shirt, but I had my white coat on, over my vest and boxer shorts.

I rang on the apartment complex door bell.

Unusually, her ladyship buzzed the door open, and I was able to go up to her apartment door. It was open. But I knocked.

“Oh come in, don’t be silly” she called out.

I entered the apartment and stopped on the door mat.

I’d been allowed this far before, when she had a big order and wanted me to carry it up to her flat.

I wasn’t allowed in, any further, because my boots had sawdust on them.

Perhaps I should add a description of lady Mary.

I would have thought she was in her late 40s.

She had a matronly figure, and being a lady, was always well dressed.

I’d seen her several times, ready to go out. Usually to lunch, dressed to the nines.

She always wore 50s style cocktail dresses, deep cut neckline, which highlight her ample bust, and her pearls.

Always with a clinched waist, high heels, and smelling of expensive perfume, probably Chanel no 5.

But today, she had just a towel round her body, and a towelling turban round her wet hair.

I could see her in the reflection of the mirror through her bedroom door.

“You’re early, darling “ she called out..”are you extra keen to see me, today “

She obviously thought I was someone else.

“I’m in the bedroom, getting ready for you, you naughty boy” she continued.

“Don’t go thinking you can come in here and get fruity though, I want my lunch first, before you get your desert, perhaps they will be your just desert’s” she waffled on, with a laugh.

“Make us both a g and t darling, while I dry my hair.

The hair dryer was now blowing loudly from her bedroom.

I stood frozen to the spot.

As she dried her hair, she stood and the towel dropped from her body.

“Fucking hell” I muttered to myself.

I couldn’t move, like a rabbit in headlights.

She primped and prodded her hair, then sprayed perfume all over herself.

She sat on the dressing table stool, and proceeded to put on black, seamed stockings.

Then she stood, and I gazed at the reflection of her body, as she put on a full corset.

As she fastened it up, she called out, “I’m wearing your favourite corset, Randy man” she chuckled.

She bent and fastened her stocking tops to the corset clips.

My cock felt like it would burst.

“I’m going to have my g and t before I put my dress on, you’ll just have to behave yourself “ she laughed.

She then turned came out the bedroom door and saw me standing there.

“What,..who….how….what are YOU doing here” she shouted.

“I…..I…I”…..I stammered.

“How long have you been watching me ” she demanded.

“I rang the bell, and you buzzed me up” I muttered embarrassed.

“Oh” she softened her voice.

“I thought you were my friend arriving“ she said, walking towards me.

She looked amazing. About 5ft 6in in her heels.

Her black stocking clad legs, white thighs, her breasts barely concealed by the corset.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“You’re blushing “ she laughed “ haven’t you seen a woman in a corset, before “ she asked.

“ I’m, er, but, I “….. I was stammering like a child.

“What are you wearing “ she demanded.

“Have you got anything on under your coat” she demanded.

“It’s so warm out and the bike is hard work “ I started.

“Show me” she said.

“What..”

“Show me what you’re wearing under your coat” she laughed.

“You’re looking at me in my underwear, let me see what you look like “

I started to unbutton the coat.

She stood watching as I took the coat off.

Back then I was a fit 6ft muscular young man.

I stood in her hallway, now just in my vest and pants.

She walked around me, eyeing me like a prize heifer.

“What’s that” she said, pointing to the obvious erection straining in my boxers.

“I’m sorry, my lady “ I started.

She laughed, “don’t be sorry, I’m complimented” .

“How old are you” she asked

“Eighteen in a couple of months “ I blushed even more.

“Mmmm” she smiled

“Show me your cock” she commanded me.

“What ?”

“Show ..Me ..Your ..Cock …now”

I pushed my boxers down, my cock sprang up.

“Oh dear” she sighed to herself , “how big and stiff is that big boy”

“Has seeing me, made you hard ?” She sighed softly.

“I’m so sorry “

“stop apologising “ she said..”I’m flattered “

She put her hands on her hips, and slowly turned around.

“Well, do you like me,… ooh, look, it’s got bigger” she said, looking directly at my straining prick.

My cock had, indeed, grown harder.

She had no knickers on, and I could see her bushy pubic hair.

“Now then, can you keep a secret “ she asked.

“Yes” I said tremulously.

“Well I have got a lover, and he’s due to visit me today, I thought you were he”

“He’d love to meet you, he likes a young man, and I think he’d like to watch you fuck me, too, but I think you’re a bit too young for me “

I groaned, dejectedly.

“However there is one thing you can do” she murmured. “Let me film you, touching yourself”

I nodded frantically.

She laughed, “go through to my bedroom, but take those dirty boots off, and your underwear, too”

I couldn’t get out of my Doc Martens quickly enough.

“Lay on my bed” she directed.

I watched as she got a video camera out of her wardrobe.

It was a big thing back then, video cameras were expensive, but laying naked, on a scantily clad woman’s bed, was even more rare.

“Rub it” she directed.

She was filming me, as I started to wank.

“Stop, I need a tripod, my hands are shaking “ she laughed

Getting the thing from the wardrobe she fixed the camera to the tripod.

Sitting on her dressing table stool, she sat, legs spread, exposing her cunt to my gaze.

“Do you like what you see “ she murmured sexily.

“Oh yes” I groaned.

“Not too fast” she said tremulously, as I started to rub my cock.

“I don’t think I can last long” I moaned, “you’re so sexy, I can’t hold back”

“Oh fuck, oh I’m sorry, I’m so sorry “ and my cock erupted across my belly, strings of spunk splattered my chest.

She was the one blushing and flushed now.

“You naughty boy” she sighed. “That was very sexy”

“My friend will enjoy watching this little film, later. Thank you”

She stood, and passed me a tissue.

“Clean yourself up, and go now, please” she was back to being Lady Mary.

“Oh, and by the way, remember, I’ve got you on film, wanking, so keep our secret, or else “

A few weeks later, due to unforeseen circumstances, I changed my job.

I never saw Lady Mary again, but, until today, I had kept our secret.