Emma Chambers was what would once have been called a bottle blonde, she was also a three-time divorcee and one time widow and she was just the wrong side of fifty, but despite her age she filled a sweater very well indeed and her well-shaped arse was tailor made for tight jeans which she rarely failed to occupy to maximum effect and managed to please any man with a connoisseur’s eye.
One such man
was Mark Aldridge who found her form very pleasing to his lecherous eye and in
addition to her obvious assets she also had the added attraction of an all-pervading
sensuous musky perfume which when he got in close proximity to her, he found
extremely arousing.
Emma was a
close friend of Mark’s wife Sue, and it was because of Emma that the Aldridge’s
and she were at Clayton Manor for the murder mystery weekend in the first place
for Sue’s birthday treat.
The Clayton
Manor
Hotel was situated in the village of Clayton tucked away in the North East
corner of the Finchbottom Vale.
It was once the home a wealthy Downshire
family but like so many similar great houses in the county it fell into disuse
as the fortunes of the owners suffered after the Great War.
It had had many reincarnations since then and
had been used for many things over the years, but it wasn’t until the 80s that
it became The Clayton Manor
Hotel.
But things had got tough in the hotel
trade with the success of Travelodge,
Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Clayton Manor needed
to offer something extra to attract the guests.
So, they put on
novelty weekends, one of which was the Murder Mystery weekend.
It was something
that appealed very much to Sue and she was really looking forward to it, and so
was Emma.
It wasn’t
Mark’s cup of tea and even if it was up his street it was far too rich for his
blood which was why the merry widow stumped up the cash.
He and Sue had
known Emma for some time and they often went on trips and outings together.
It suited him
very well as the women entertained each other leaving him free to entertain
himself, usually on the Golf course and of course he got to enjoy the
spectacular view of Emma’s rolling hills.
On these
outings he was often preoccupied with his ponderings over whether the contents
of Emma’s sweater were real or manmade and what her natural hair colour was.
He was certain
of one thing however and that was that the hair on her muff wouldn’t be bottle
blonde.
On Saturday morning
Mark’s lascivious gaze was rewarded firstly by following on behind her
exquisitely tailored arse all the way from their rooms to the dining room and
then a long lingering view down her low-cut top at her spectacular breasts.
As the three of
them spent most of the morning together he had many more opportunities to ogle
his wife’s friend and the memory of the prolonged view of her tits and arse
severely affected his game as he spent the afternoon on the golf course.
On the Saturday
night Mark had to endure the Murder Mystery and was rather bored, fortunately
he was rescued from the boredom by Emma who had far too much to drink and was
forced to retire early.
However, Sue
was enjoying the entertainment far too much and didn’t want to miss the
conclusion to the mystery, so it was left to Mark to help the drunken Emma up to
her room.
All weekend
Mark had taken every opportunity to enjoy the view of her abundant goodies as
she had been wearing a selection of figure-hugging outfits as well as her
customary jeans and sweaters but as he guided her along the corridor to her
room on Saturday night she was wearing a dress and as he struggled with her
through the fire doors there was every chance she might fall out of it.
“Here’s hoping”
he thought to himself
When they
reached Emma’s room, he had to prop her up against the wall.
“Just stand
there” he said and then used her key card to open the door.
Once he got her
through the door into the room however she suddenly regained her senses and
pounced on him, taking him completely by surprise and knocking him backwards
onto the bed.
As he lay on
the bed like an upturned turtle desperately trying to get back to his feet he
looked up at her and she gave him a leery smile before jumping on the bed and
straddling him.
“What’s going
on?” Mark asked “you can’t do this”
“Stop
complaining” Emma ordered “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think
nobodies looking”
And she planted
a wet alcohol tasting kiss on his mouth which silenced his protests and as her eager
tongue poked and probed around his mouth, he grabbed her ample arse with both
hands and as he groped and needed her fleshy cheeks he thought they felt as
good as they looked.
This action
Emma took as a sign of submission to her assault, so she sat up and unzipped
the back of her dress and said
“These are what
you’ve been waiting to see”
And then she let
the front of her dress fall away to expose her white globular breasts which
caused his hands to switch their alliance from buttocks to breasts.
Her mouth
returned to his and her serpent like tongue went to work as he teased and toyed
with her nipple.
And while her tongue
was busy in her mouth her hands busied themselves releasing his he swollen cock
from his trousers.
Mission
accomplished she climbed off him and wriggled free from her dress and as she
stood beside the bed wearing only a pair of black knickers, she looked at him
with a lustful leer and divested herself of her drawers as well, and then she remounted
Mark, only this time she slid her hot eager pussy down his waiting shaft.
As he
redressed, he looked down at Emma’s smiling panting body lying naked in her
disgrace when she let out a satisfied sigh.
As Mark reached
the door he turned to look back at her and he knew she had been no drunker than
he was, but he was glad he had to escort her to her room.
“I think I’m
going to have a headache in the morning”
She said
“And I think I
will have just the medicine for you”
He replied and
left the room and as he did he knew the contents of Emma’s sweater were indeed
all hers and that she was naturally brunette.
When Mark got
back to the drawing room, he found Sue sitting and talking to one of the actors
and when they had finished Sue asked.
“Have you seen
to her?”
“Yes dear” He
replied “you can definitely consider her seen to”
“Thanks
darling” she said and kissed his cheek. “You’re such a good husband”
“Well, I know
she’s a good friend Sue” he said “but I wasn’t going to let her to spoil your
birthday”
“I love you
Mark” she said and kissed him again
“Well let’s
just make sure she remains a friend” he said to himself “because I want to be a
frequent flyer on the Emma Chambers passion express”
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