Marcus and the MILF

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Hi, I’m Marcus, I’m a 23 year old, graduate without a real idea of what I want to do, career-wise.  I’d spent a fantastic, in every sense of the word, summer working in a bar on one of the Greek islands - I won’t name it - what happens on tour, stays on tour, so to speak!  Anyway, back in the UK I needed money, so I’d registered with an agency and through them I’d got this job doing market research. Nothing too fancy, I wasn’t qualified for that.  It was one of those wide ranging general questionnaires, you know the sort of things that used to be handed out on plane journeys or you found inserted into glossy magazines. This time though you had to knock on people’s doors to ask them to do the thing.

I was getting by, maybe about 1 in 15 or 20 doors I knocked on actually allowed me in to go through the questions.  It took about 15 minutes and I totally understood if people told me to piss off - even my winning smile and boyish charm didn’t work every time - joke!!

On this particular day, a warm early October day with a dazzling blue sky, I was in a quiet back street in Hampstead, I’d already knocked on about a dozen doors, and still no joy.  I was cool with this, I got a basic rate plus a bonus for any completed questionnaires so I was still earning, so no need to glum - be happy!   So next house, ring the bell, smile my best smile and hope for the best.

The door was opened with a flourish and I was face to face with a striking, dark haired, olive skinned, woman, probably in her late 30’s.  She smiled quizzically, “Yes, can I help you?” She said slowly, her eyes seemed to be giving me the once over. “Er, yes”, I stammered, “I’m Marcus, I’m conducting some market research”, I showed her my badge, “I wondered if you had the time to answer a number of questions - it’s a sort of general household survey - nothing too personal”, I blushed slightly.  The smile never left her face, she seemed to think about it for a while and then she stood to the side of the hall and invited me in.  “Well Marcus, I don’t have anything planned right now, so yes, why not?”

“Let’s go through to the summer room” It wasn’t a narrow hall but she still seemed to brush against me as she led me along the tiled corridor.  The walls were hung with a range of photographs, I couldn’t help notice that many of them featured her in varying stages of undress!  I stole a glance at her ass, her long grey pencil skirt seemed to accentuate the curves - I couldn’t see a vpl either!

“Can I get you tea or a coffee before we get started?” she said. “Coffee, black, no sugar please” I said, “if it’s no trouble”.  “No trouble at all”, she purred.  She indicated that I should sit on the settee, and disappeared to make the coffee.  “How long have you been doing this job?” she called over her shoulder.  “Just a couple of weeks.” I said. “It’s just an interim thing, until I get myself sorted.  I really don’t have a clue what I want to do full time".  She returned with a coffee for me and what I presumed was a herbal tea for her.  She sat opposite me in a large comfy chair and drew her legs up under her.  I felt her gaze on me, as if she was checking me out.

“Ok, I’m ready, let’s begin”. Her eyes sparkled at me and her smile caused one side of her mouth to raise higher than the other, very coquettish.   The questionnaire was split into a series of sections.  Basic household information, number of people, family makeup etc etc.  Then questions about hobbies, and sports and finally one about attitudes to a series of statements - nothing to racy or political.  We seemed to whizz through the first two sections.  

She lived with her husband and two teenage sons, they’d lived there for over 10 years, she used to work but her husband earned enough so she didn’t need to work anymore and took on charity projects to keep her occupied and interested.  She wasn’t into sports whereas the rest of her family were made on it - any kind of sport.  

Her hobbies included charity work, obviously, and gardening.  Oh and she loved foreign travel.  “I noticed the photographs in the hallway” I said, “photography not one of your hobbies?” I asked.  “Not really” she said, “My husband again I’m afraid”.  “They look very good, I mean they’re really good”, I was getting a bit hot under the collar, seeing this striking, smiling woman across from me and wondering if she looked as good in the flesh as she did in the photos.

I was about to start the final section of questions and she raised a hand, “Can you give me a minute?” “Yes, of course” I imagined she was taking a comfort break, so I waited patiently, my clipboard on my lap. I heard her going upstairs, and then after a couple of minutes I heard the stairs creak.  I had my head down making sure I was on the right page so I didn’t see her enter the summer room. When I looked up she was standing right in front of me, and I mean right in front of me.  

Gone was the long grey pencil skirt replaced by a shimmering silk housecoat that clung to her curves.
She took the clipboard from my hands and set it down beside me, then she climbed on top of me. She straddled my lap, facing me, the housecoat now pulled open to reveal a dark neat, triangle of pubic hair and the most inviting cleavage.  Her breasts were still hidden by the top of the housecoat.  “I understand the final section is about my views on certain things” she said, “ well an open marriage is a good thing, and sex should be enjoyed, fully.”

Now, as I said I’d had a fantastic time in Greece, it seems that some holiday makers are desperate for “romance” and I’d enjoyed my share of no ties sex.  But this was still a bit of shock, so it took me a bit of time to get my shit together, so to speak.  She looked at me sternly.  “I haven’t said something wrong have I?”  “No, not at all”, I smiled back at her, feeling my cock stirring, trying to spring free from the weight of her body.  

“Ah”, she said, “Now that’s better.”
She bent her head t

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Hochgeladen October 28, 2020
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