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As Oliver and I left Bebington Station and walked down the path leading passed the kiosk and, the exit leading to his home, I snatched a glance toward him.
I couldn't help but idly wonder if time had treated me better than it had him. He'd looked ill then, now he looked positively cadaverous.
I'd had more hair and teeth then. Now, I am still slim and my legs look good when I'm wearing a short pleated red and black tartan skirt. Or, so I'm told [[smiles]]
We'd shown our tickets and then, at the end of the path he somewhat apprehensively asked of me, "We are going to mine, aren't we?"
`What a question to ask?' Of course we were...
I turned to him and in a hushed voice said to Oliver, "If you want me to wear one of your late wife's dresses for you, so you can rub me up, play with my nipples from behind and, then piss on me, as I beg you to fuck me?"
We'd only got as far as him leading me eagerly to the bathroom, after a much needed sherry, or two. Aye, I'd been nervous. But, back then, like now, I was willing.
But, I digress.
All bug-eyed, Oliver's mouth opened and closed, as he sought the words to answer.
He looked in shock almost, for all of a minute or so, until I said to him, "Well, shall we go then?"
And, although time had passed, I recalled where he lived, just not what number. So, eager to be pleasured and give pleasure with my body, I led the way to the close that I'd remembered him living in.
"And now?" I said to him, standing with two houses to my left and right, with two more just in front of us.
"That way," he answered, I a conspiratorial manner and, I couldn't help but grin: `the neighbours, got to think of the neighbours.'
I used to hear it, almost every time I visited a tv fuckbuddy, who gave a lot of himself. And, as I recall, the fellow liked pain, way more than I'm able to handle: and, most certainly `enjoy'.
Sheesh, I remember one time straddling his belly, as he wore a teddy, stockings and restraints on his ankles and wrists, that held him to the bed, as I'd filled his mouth, twisting his nipples hard, then pulling outward, till they stretched obscenely, causing him to groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain around my flesh, that stuffed his mouth.
"This way," Oliver said to me, beckoning with his hand, as he led me to the side of the house and the backdoor that he opened with shaky hands. Then once he was inside, Oliver turned the alarm off and said to me, "Do come in..." I entered, looking at the old deep stone sink and, immediately recalling something I had noted on my last visit: the home had not changed much since the death of his parents, to judge from the décor, which was a weird meld of the fifties and sixties.
Smiling, I shook his hand when he offered it to me, making it a point of holding it a little longer than necessary.
He blushed, he actually blushed; and it looked oh-so-sweet. And, just `coz it seemed right. I looked into his eyes and beseeched of him, in a soft breathy voice, "Will you play with my nipples please?"
And, I meant it. I was hard and feelin ever-so needy for a his touch, a man's touch, teasing my nipples with their fingers, to get me feeling submissive and femmie.
Thankfully, I hadn't needed to ask twice, as Oliver obliged, easing his hands inside my jacket as I stared into his eyes. Then he found them, gripping each nubbin, then pinching, hard. And, he didn't release; he twisted and pulled, only a little gentler than I had been with my tv fuckbuddy.
He watched the expression on my face as he toyed with them and, my erection diminished to nothingness, as a trembling began in my thighs and an urge to fall to my knees overcame me and satisfy him with my mouth.
Yet, I wnted to be dressed, before I gave my body to Oliver, so asked him: "Please hunni, have you got something pretty for me to wear, for you?"
All-of-a-sudden, he was smiling at me and releasing my blood-engorged nipples, I moaned a little, then followed him, as he led me into the back hallway, and the large wardrobe, opposite his bedroom.
He opened the doors of the old dark-wood wardrobe, to show a wide-wide selection of dresses, all carefully hung on coat-hangers.
"Find something you like," he told me, palming my left buttock, as he stood to my right. And, I liked the feeling of his hand there, as I chose a dress to wear.
It was a simple black affair, made of a material that I knew would cling to my slim frame, allowing my nipples to be evident, if I wore it without a bra.
"What shall I do for panties and stockings, or tight?" I asked him, still feeling the dresses material: It felt oh-so-soft to the touch.
"Just open the draws," he instructed, illustrating the two wide draws beneath the wardrobe, which I pulled out one by one, delighted to find that they held as much as they did, with a wide variety to choose from.
And, as I leant over to find something pretty', his hand continued to grope me and boy, did I like that. Perhaps, just perhaps, he'll enjoy my hole around his fingers, as he spanks me?' I'd mused, rooting out the items to wear beneath the dress.
Finally, I'd found all I needed, so said to Oliver, "Can I go get changed for you now hunni?"
And, his hand stroking my face he smiled broadly, "Well I'm getting really keen now, so yes."
"Hang on a second," Oliver told me, excitedly rushing to his bedroom, only to return literally seconds later, with a lipstick.
"Here, will you wear this for me?" And yeah, ever-so anxious to please I said, "Yes."
Turning, I walked to the few paces to the bathroom, where I hurriedly undressed...
Now I know I don't look at all convincing when I'm dressed. Yet, I do-so-like the feel of ladies pretty things on me, taking a real thrill out the look of them on my slim shaven body.
And so, as I dressed, I took pleasure in sliding the light tan hold-ups on my legs; then slid on the lace-edged black satin panties.
`Oh-my they felt "so good."'
Then I eased the dress over my head and used the lipstick he had handed to me. I started to run my fingers through my water dampened hair and, then turned and noticing some gel, I used that to slick back my hair.
Looking into the mirror, I checked my look in the mirror, blowing a sexy kiss to my reflected self one last time, then opened the door, to find Oliver.
"Well, how do I look," I said to him, giving a twirl.
The dresses skirt swirled as I turned and I liked that.
"Shall we go in the front room and have a drink..."
"First?" I finished the question for him, grinning.
"Yes," he admitted, blushing again. I liked that, it really tickled me goodstyle.
"What's to drink??" I asked, with memories of the sherry from last time.
"Sherry, Ginger-wine, or whiskey. How's that?" He enquired with a smile.
"Whiskey sounds good to me Oliver," I told him, running my right hand fingers slowly along his arm, "and, lets have it in... your bedroom."
As I finished speaking I nodded with my head toward his bedroom, "How does that sound to you... honey?"
Nodding enthusiastically, Oliver turned and went into the front room, as I entered his bedroom, all dark wood and, a bed that dominated the centre of the room, all blankets and topped by a large mauve quilt.
I sat on the end of the bed, looked in the dresser mirror facing me and, crossing my legs I couldn't help but grin. I knew why I was there, `simple as.'
Then as I caressed my legs I watched the door open as Oliver walked in with two glasses in hand, "Here you go..." he said to me with a smile, as he handed me my whiskey, a double certainly, perhaps even a treble.
Smiling, I took the drink from him and, patting the bed to my left, indicated that he should sit next to me. He did, looking really nervous.
"Now c'mon," I simpered sweetly, caressing his thigh, then the growing bulge in "his trousers, "this is what you want, don't you honey?"
And, Oliver couldn't find the words to answer me, again.
I couldn't help but smile, his naivety seemed oh-so-sweet, to me.
He nodded and really, that was all the encouragement I'd needed.
I sipped at my whiskey, then placing my glass down on a small cabinet to the bed-heads right, I turned toward Oliver and in a soft voice repeated, "This is what you want, don't you honey?"
This time he found the words and, all-in-a-rush, said to me; "Oh yes, oh yes I do."
I unzipped him with my left hand, then eased undid his belt and unfasten his trousers using both hands, all the time looking to his face, as he watched my dextrous fingers at work.
And, with his eyes opening wide, Oliver moaned, long and soft and I took his hard shaft in hand and licked up from his balls to the crown, then enveloped it, tasting his pre-cum, as I did so.
"Oh wow, oh wow," he groaned, running his hands through my hair; "that's so-so nice... you're good... so good at that."
Watching him biting his upper lip, as I began to use suction on his hot flesh I wanted to smile, though it was difficult, if not impossible.
I continue to bob my head up and down, drawing in deeper into my throat, swirling my tongue around his erection, before placing my hands on his thigh's and pushing myself up a little, to look at him, drool and pre-cum running down the corners of my mouth.
I slipped to the floor and onto my knees and, then staring into his eyes, I entreated, "Please, play with my nipples awhile."
And, I stared into Oliver's face, as he reached forward and did as I asked, toying with my nipples through the dress, that I'd worn to please him.
Closing my eyes and, luxuriating in the feelings that ran from my nipples to my chest then groin, I squirmed on my heels.
I groaned and, then murmured, "Please, hurt them? Please...?"
Then he twisted and turned the tender flesh, causing me to wince, as sweet pleasure and pain coursed through my body: and, my sphincter twitched with my need to be filled with his length.
"Will you spank Tina, your slut later?" I asked Oliver quietly, in a needy voice, using my femme name, for the first time in a long while.
"Oh, I will..." he muttered, as he twisted harder still, pressing his thighs toward me, holding me in place, as he pleasured me.
I was leaking pre-cum into my panties, pressing my chest forward, hoping he would create further pain for me, revelling in his touch.
"I'll do that and so much more," he promised and, a shiver of sheer pleasure ran through me at his words; after all, I wanted more, so much more of this pleasure, this sweet pain that he gave me.
"After..." I began, then groaned as he twisted hard, "you've fucked me?" I managed to ask, opening my eyes, to stare at my lover.
Oliver stroked my face, "You do want me to fuck you?"
He sounded hesitant and, I couldn't believe it. Didn't he know how much I wanted it?
I stood and kissed him on the forehead, then lay down on my front, on his right, my backside just inches from his hip.
Turning my I looked back to him, as I slowly drew the dress up, to reveal more of my legs: "Feel me, please?" I begged.
And, caressing my back, Oliver stroked the back of my nylon-clad legs, "Nice."
His right hand eased the dresses hem up, as it slid up my leg, to the bare flesh at the top of the stocking, then my panty-covered buttocks, that I always kept shaven, just for moments like this.
Then he grasped the hem with both hands and edged the material to my waist, exposing my butt-cheeks fully, to his gaze.
"Play with my nipple and spank me?" I asked of him in a soft voice, hopefully. Then lowering my head to the pillows, I waited for his response.
When it came, it was just as I wanted.
Oliver leant forward and clasped my right nipple hard through the dress, then began to bring his left down hard on my flesh. Again and again he brought it down on my butt-cheek, finally causing a gasp to escape from my lips, as my skin reddened.
I couldn't help but tense my buttock muscles in anticipation of each strike of flesh upon flesh, revelling in the pain and pleasure, my erection growing to full hardness, as it pressed into the soft quilt cover.
Finally he stopped and I relaxed a little, turned my head to look at him, as I smiled and asked him, "Please finger me, fuck me... use me."
Oliver grinned broadly, as he said to me, "Oh, I'll use you alright."
He stood and undressed hurriedly, as I caressed my warmed, reddened flesh, then came back to the bed, eased my panties from me and knelt between my spread legs.
I groaned as he pressed his face to my buttocks and parted them, to lick at my sphincter, my little cleaned rosebud, that had waited so-long, for his attention.
"Oh yes," I hissed, as his tongued lathed my pucker, then eased the tip of his tongue inside me, widening me, with a finger of each hand.
"I'm clean," I told him, "clean and lubed... if you want to fuck me?"
His spread hands on my butt-cheeks, Oliver looked at me with a wide smile.
"Pre-lubed eh?" He said to me with a chuckle.
Oh yes, I was ready for him. I'd spotted the Vaseline in the bathroom and coated three fingers, then inside my ass pussy, in anticipation of this very moment.
"I'm ready, for you, if you want my hole?" I encouraged.
"Want it?" He began, laying over me, "Oh yes, I want your pussy."
All-of-a-sudden, it felt like my first-time, as he eased the beautiful shaft into me; and my inner muscles tightened up for a second, until it clicked into how much I wanted this and I suddenly loosened up enough for him to slip into me, all-the-way, till I felt his pubes against my skin.
I turned my head to him, as he brought his face to mine: and we kissed, softly at first, as his hips began to rise and fall, his wonderful shaft filling me.
In and out he drove, faster and faster, as he held my face to his and kissing my lips passionately, his tongue dominated my mouth, as his other hand roamed beneath me, to locate my tit-flesh.
As we kissed and fucked, his dextrous fingers squeezed hard on my nipple and I knew I was leaking pre-cum into the quilt, with the exquisite sensations he brought me.
He pulled his lips from mine and bit my earlobe, as he continued to pump that hard pole of flesh in and out and I gasped, with pleasure.
"Oh... Oh... please... hurt me?" I begged, as he bit my neck, his finger twisting my nipple-flesh and he thrust back and forth.
"I'm..." he panted; "not going to last..." he panted; "much longer."
I knew it. I could feel his thigh's trembling, and his legs go into spasm, as his fuck got faster, sweat dripping from him, onto my bare neck.
Suddenly, he gripped me tight, holding me to him, as I felt his cum, shooting into my pussy and, deep into my bowels.
"Oh yes," he gasped, "Oh yes..." he sighed, relaxing on top of me, the weight of him uncomfortable, but not unpleasant,
Turning my head a little, our lips met again, as his hands caressed my hips, down to my stocking tops, as he slowly wilted inside me.
And my eyes closed our tongues played together, as he slipped from me, though I tried to hold him in; and he left a snail trail on my inner thigh, as he eased himself from me to lie on his back, breathing hard.
Opening my eyes slowly, I slid my hard across his chest and toyed with his erect right nipple, asking softly, "Would you like me to clean you, Sir?"
He was nearing that point where you crash, after good sex and, I so-wanted to please him further, to thank him for such a glorious fuck.
"Mmmm... that'd be nice..." he murmured, his own eyes closed.
I turned on the bed, so that my head was over his crotch. I took him in hand and licked experimentally. The taste wasn't unpleasant and, his moans of appreciation were the encouragement I needed to hear.
And, with my hands on his thighs, I took him fully into my mouth, swirling my tongue round his flesh, as I tasted him, his hands running through my hair.
"Don't stop..." he murmured, "Don't stop."
I had cum over his quilt earlier as he fucked me and, I hardened as I tongued him hard again. `Don't stop? I had no intention of doing so.'