It had been a very hot day, lots of ladies wearing skimpy clothes, plenty of hard nipples rubbing against clothes and unfettered breasts moving seductively beneath T-shirts. More than enough to fire the imagination but none of which prepared me for that evening. My wife and I had been invited to a 21st birthday party for the daughter of an acquaintance. We didn’t expect to know many people and we didn’t. The chap sitting opposite me wasn’t particularly sociable, but in any case it was his wife who attracted my attention, or to be precise it was her breasts. Veronica had a lowish cut dress that showed off her cleavage, her bra held her beasts superbly well, so much so that you couldn’t see the bra but you could see the skin between her breasts. Her breasts weren’t large, although what went through my mind was still a good handful. I kept imagining what it would be like to hold them, or to see my stiff cock nestled between them. In short I spent a long time looking. I would like to say when our eyes met her nipples hardened, but they didn’t. The size and shape of her nipples was just something else left to my imagination. What may surprise you is that Veronica was no young, lithe beauty. I am in my mid fifties, no spring chicken, but Veronica was older; she had long grey hair untidily fastened up, although still rather attractive, her face had begun to fill out, her heavy framed spectacles didn’t suit, but did add to her mystery; the folds in her dress around her waist said there was plenty to get hold of down there. I guessed she was in her early sixties, but, despite all this she had the most incredible sensuality about her, one of the sexiest ladies I had seen for a long time. It was a hot and sultry evening, and later on, we both fond ourselves standing outside for some fresh air. Veronica’s conversation was totally unexpected, did you enjoy looking, she asked. I was surprised, a little confused and feeling I was gong to be embarrassed here. You’ve been staring down my dress all night, did you like what you saw. She smiled as she said it, her tone more teasing than displeased. Of course my eyes immediately went back to her breasts. See, she added. I couldn’t really think what to say and a very honest but somewhat lame, well they are rather nice, was all I could manage. Well, said Veronica, but at that moment our conversation was cut Veronica’s taciturn husband came outside and joined us. Nothing more was said, though I did continue to enjoy the sight of her breasts all evening. As we were leaving there were the usual parting pleasantries, of people who had never met before, with promises to keep in touch. And plenty of cheek kissing, something I never felt comfortable about with strangers. Veronica was different and I made a point of kissing her. As I did so, she slipped a piece of paper in my hand. I couldn’t read it there and then, but later on my own I took it from my pocket. It was an e-mail address. I e-mailed Veronica the next day, and our initially polite messages soon turned into an increasingly explicit exchange, along the lines… V: But you were looking down my dress all evening. What were you thinking – be filthily honest. Me: Just wondering what they would feel like to hold and imagining how nicely my stiff cock would fit between them. V: Are you the sort of kinky man who likes to come over a woman’s tits? Me: Not usually but for you I will make an exception. V: I’ll make you lick them clean. Me: As long as it excites you enough that I get to lick your pussy clean afterwards. V: Well if you are hungry, my husband is going up to London early next Tuesday. I was going to go with him, but I haven’t anything to wear. Me: I’d be happy if you just wore a smile. V: So come round early for a drink….and a smile. Me: Are you offering me a stiff drink before the sun is over the yard-arm? V: I was rather wondering whether you would offer me something stiff before the sun was over the yard-arm, and after! Me: When I think about having you over the yard-arm, I feel sure I can trade you a stiff one for a stiff one. So next Tuesday, I took the day off work, and was around Veronica’s house about 9 am. She answered the door in her dressing gown, her damp hair suggesting she had recently showered. We looked at each other awkwardly, for a moment. We’d only met once before, we had hardly spoken to each other and we knew from our e-mails neither of us had done anything like this before. Then she smiled and we were in each others arms, kissing; tongues greedily exploring each others mouths, teeth nibbling each others lips. I untied the belt of her dressing gown, my hands slipping round her soft sensuous fleshy waist, up the side of her body, and then at last I felt those wonderful breasts in my hands; her nipples hard between my fingers. Veronica’s slid her had under my crotch and although I had driven over with a huge hard on, nerves had got the better of me, and my cock was disappointingly soft. Nerves, I said, I think I need that stiff drink. Veronica smiled, you need something stiff, she replied. She turned and went into the dining room where she poured two large G&T’s. When she turned, I got my first sight of her body. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were surprisingly full and firm, her nipples small, hard and inviting to be kissed, her dark alluring neatly trimmed bush inviting kisses elsewhere. Little was said as she led the way upstairs. Veronica sat on the side of her bed, and as I stood before her she took of my trousers and underpants. Although not hard my cock was making an effort. She picked up her drink and immersed my cock into the cold mixture. Then she took me in her mouth, and within seconds, the sensation overcame the nerves and she had a mouthful of stiff cock. Taking me out of her mouth she held my cock between her tits, it does fit nicely she said. Veronica slid back onto the bed and half sitting, half lying, she held her breasts and said, why don’t you hold something stiff against these. I took off the rest of my clothes and straddled her body, enjoying the feel of her legs between mine. Taking her breast in my hands I held them against my cock and started to rub it between them. It was fantastic and as my rubbing became more intense, Veronica encouraged me; be kinky, be very kinky. I didn’t need much encouragement, pushing hard and fast between her tits, I came. The sight of my cum on her skin was intensely erotic but as my erection and mood subsided, the thought of eating my own cum didn’t seem quite so appetising. Veronica, however, dipped two fingers from each hand into the pool of cum, and smeared it across her tits, making sure she got plenty on her nipples. I watched enthralled and then she put two sticky fingers into my mouth, and I took them, licking them clean, rebooted. my erotic desire I took her other hand and licked those fingers clean, and then dipping my head took my first taste of cum covered nipple. My hand went to her other breast, feeling her soft skin covered in my sticky cum. I put a finger to her lips. Holding my wrist, she licked the tip of one of my fingers before rubbing my hand down her tummy, leaving a sticky trail down her belly. To help you find your way she said. Licking her clean was far more erotic than I had imagined, and by the time my tongue found its way to her clit, my cock was beginning to grow again. When I sucked on her clit, Veronica’s needs took over and holding my head against her pussy, she started a frenzied thrusting of her sex hard against my mouth. Her moans grew more intense as she finally lifted her hips off the bed, her body rigid and as my tongue and mouth worked on her clit she came. I slid up the bed and kissed Veronica; her hand went straight to my cock, which stiffened as she led with it. Not quite ready yet, she quipped. You know, I said, it did fit quite nicely between you tits, but I think it might fit quite nicely somewhere else. The thought of fucking her made me quite firm in her fingers. Well I was hoping you wouldn’t waste this one between my tits, she replied. I needed no further encouragement, I rolled a condom over my cock and slipped my cock into her cunt. Nice fit, she moaned. It was first time my cock had been inside a woman for over three years, and as Veronica started pushing enthusiastically against me. I responded and the harder I fucked her the more she seemed to enjoy it. We both lost control and in a frenzy of humping and panting we both came. Oh God, thank you Veronica panted, that was my fist shag in five years. As it turned out that day, waiting for a shag was a bit like waiting for a bus; you wait ages and then several come at once.