The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of
Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and in
a converted barn on Stone Bridge Lane,
unimaginatively named “The Old Barn”, retired architect Matt Wiseman was
expecting to spend a quiet day at home after doing some laundry.
He took early retirement soon after his fiftieth
birthday when his wife Connie was first taken ill, in order to help her battle
the cancer, and now five years later she was in the Waterside Hospice in
Roespring and the battle was nearing its end, which was partly why he was home
alone doing laundry.
His wife Connie was immensely popular and had a lot
of friends, long term friends from her youth, work mates and the whole
congregation from St Nicholas and as she was coming to the end of her fight
many of them wanted to say goodbye, but she tired easily so her sister Ruth
managed the flow, which meant Matt only went to the Hospice every other day.
He still retained a forty percent share of Chubb,
Owen and Wiseman which was not inconsiderable as they had branches all over the
county, he still helped out, when necessary, but those occasions had become
fewer and farther between.
It was at Chubb, Owen and Wiseman where he first
met Alisha Beckwith, she was an office junior in the Nettlefield office,
joining straight from university, with caramel coloured skin, long dark brown
hair and a smile so radiant it could rival the sun and there were definite
sparks.
He
was already married with children when they first met and she was engaged so
although there was an attraction, despite a fifteen-year age gap, they never
acted on it, but if she was feeling sad or needed a lift she always went to him
for a hug and on office lunches she always sat next to him.
Now
twenty years later she was married to her childhood sweetheart, Lewis, with a
twelve-year-old son, Danny, and he was a soon to be widowed grandfather.
He had seen her since retiring as she had become a
family friend over the years, but in the past few months it seemed like the
only time they attended the same social events it was at funerals.
So, when he was interrupted during his laundry
sorting by a knock on the door, he was surprised to see it was Alisha standing in
his porch.
“Hello”
he said brightly “This is a nice surprise, no work today”
“Hi,
day off” she retorted flatly
“Danny
is on a trip to Stonehenge, and Louis is in Germany for work”
Then
she pushed past him with her chin set at a determined angle and walked into
the lounge.
Although
it was a gloriously sunny morning in late March, winter was determinedly
hanging on so she stood in the middle of the room as she removed her gloves,
hat, scarf and coat and discarded them on an armchair, he didn’t say anything
he just waited for her then she took a deep breath.
“I’ve
been to four funerals this year already, one was younger than me and one was
the same age as you, so I’ve decided that life is too short and I can’t keep
denying myself” she said as she looked intently at him
“So
I’m going to let you do what we’ve both wanted for twenty years” And then she
reached up under her sweater and unhooked her bra and he watched on as her
breasts rearranged themselves beneath the wool and then she did that magical
thing that girls do, pulling one arm inside her jumper, and following a brief
rummage, finished by pulling her pink bra out down her other sleeve and then
she turned her back on him and stared through the window at the sunny garden.
“You’re
on my bucket list” she said then added over her shoulder
“This
is all you’re getting though; I only came here so you to fondle my breasts”
“Are
you sure this is what you want?” Matt asked as he put his hands on her hips and
breathed in her exotic perfume.
“Yes,
and I’m sure it’s what you want too” she said and a moment later she gasped as
his fingers made contact with her skin.
As
his palms caressed her soft belly she leant back against him and he could smell
the coconut in her hair.
Alisha
was a well-endowed girl and he was a big man with hands like shovels and she
had often fantasied about him cupping her tits with his big hands and as they
progressed upward she trembled as her fantasy was becoming a reality, but would
it live up to her expectations, would it match the moments that got her fingers
wet in the dark.
Matt
felt guilty as his hands traversed her soft skin, but she was right he had
always wanted too, and more, but for now…
Neither
of them were disappointed when his shovel sized hands cupped her bulbous
breasts.
Admittedly
they were no longer as firm as they were when he first met her, but they were
still magnificent and as he caressed them and toyed with her huge stiff teats,
she concurred, his touch was every bit as good as her fantasy and better and
she had no need of her fingers to feel her wetness.
Alisha
was murmuring as he fondled her and the effect on him was a sizable election
which she could feel against the plumpness of her buttocks.
Suddenly
she moved her left hand up under her sweater and pulled his right hand from her
breast and moved it down to where she had pulled her jeggings away from her
belly with her other hand.
“I
thought you just wanted me to play with your lovely tits” he said
“I
did, but now I want it all” she replied as she turned to look at him “Don’t you want it?” she asked as she rubbed her buttocks against his
erection, so he slipped his hand down the front of her jeggings and into her
knickers and she had her answer.
“We shouldn’t” he said but his hand proceeded
anyway and his fingers brushed the soft smooth waxed skin of her pubic
triangle before parting her meaty lips and
they were awash in her creamy gash, and she moaned loudly.
After
that it didn’t take long to make her cum, and he had to support her weight when
she did, when she stopped trembling, she quickly turned and kissed him hotly
and wetly on the mouth and when she was done, she begged
“Take
me to bed”
“I
didn’t know that was on the bucket list” he replied
“It’s
at the top” Alisha retorted
“How
long for?”
“Twenty
years” she replied and blushed deeply
“Come
on then” he said and led her up the wooden staircase.
In
his bedroom she sat on the stool at Connies dressing table and unzipped her
boots and once they were off, she walked over to the bed and after a quick
glance over her shoulder she pulled her jeggings down to her knees and he spied
her round buttocks clad in Pink “comfortable” knickers.
“I
was expecting to see you in something less utilitarian” he said
“Well,
when I got dressed this morning, I wasn’t expecting to end up in your bedroom”
she replied and tugged her pink pants over her plump shapely caramel buttocks
and down her thighs to join her jeggings below her knees.
Then
in an untidy fashion she extricated herself from her lower garments in a motion
that could only be described as having the appearance of someone treading
grapes before she kicked them aside.
Matt
smiled when she knelt on the bed as she was only wearing one sock.
He
was already naked by the time she pulled the sweater off over her head and
Alisha leant forward on her elbows and presented him with a great view of her
round arse and ease of access to her lips, so he slipped his fingers between
her treacly lips and Alisha moaned in acquiesce.
“Did
I mention that I’m ready” she panted
“Just
be patient” he retorted slapping her buttock with his spare hand “I’ve been
waiting a long time for this”
Then
when he was ready, as she glanced back at him pleadingly, he reached forward
and cupped her weighty globes and slowly penetrated her satisfyingly from
behind and as she received him, she let out the loudest
moan of pleasure
“Oh
God Matt” She moaned, “It’s so big”.
He
went in deeper, and she moaned again.
“That
feels…… so so good”
He
partially withdrew, then penetrated her again.
“More
of that please” she begged wistfully.
After
they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutually ecstatic conclusion, he
stood behind her for a few moments caressing her great round buttocks as she
sighed contentedly and when he withdrew, she fell forwards in an exhausted
sweaty heap.
As
she lay with her head on his chest in the afterglow, he said
“So,
you can tick that off your bucket list”
“Yes,
I can, a big tick” she responded and giggled as she added
“A
big tick for a big dick”
“Very
amusing” he said then when the giggles had passed, she said
“I
didn’t know it would be big”
“It’s
not that big” he replied modestly
“Well,
I don’t have much to compare it to, it’s only the second one I’ve ever had”
“Really?”
“Yes,
until today I’d only been with Lou” she explained
“I
hope you’re not disappointed”
“Absolutely
not” she purred and then they both fell asleep.
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