Me and Georgina

'Oh Paul,' and she just held my arm as I neared the door. 'I'd love to come for a meal with you. I love 'Chinese' as well. I haven't been to one for a long time. Are you sure you want to go for a meal with someone like me. You don't have to.'

'That's it then, Georgina. End of debate. I'll be round for you about 8.30. OK? You'll wear your glad rags, won't you,' and I looked down at her legs, on purpose, and rubbed her arm through the dress, as a first sign of affection!! I was out of the door, and back at the 'digs' just after 8.

After football on the Saturday, I had a long shower, and then went back to the digs to get changed. Some of the football lads had told me about a nice little 'Chinese' restaurant in a quiet little village a few miles away, and it sounded just right. At the digs, I put on the deodorant and loads of talc', a shirt and tie and my best suit, and bade the landlady and her husband goodbye. They gave me a weird look, and it was probably because I smelt like 'Boots' the chemist.

I got to the caravan site about 8.30 and pulled up at the side of Georgina's caravan, and knocked at her door. It was dark and cold, but not raining, and when she opened the door, her silhouette was lit up against the light behind her. She smiled and I could see that she had made an effort with her outfit. She had on a dark blazer, with gold buttons, a starchy, white shirt with buttons done up to an open neck, and she had on a flared skirt, a little shorter than usual. Her high heels were even higher than usual, and they accentuated her lovely legs to even greater effect.

I helped her down from the caravan step, and opened the car door for her, on her side.

'You look very fetching this evening, Georgina,' I smiled at her, and it was just at the moment that she put one leg into the car and moved sideways to get into the seat. She smiled back at me, but she knew I was aware of her legs going through the motions of opening, with the flared skirt going up her thighs as she positioned herself. She had on very dark nylons and her legs looked delicious.

'You don't look too bad yourself, you handsome young hunk,' she replied, and we were into the right mood already.

We set off, and Georgina guided me through the town, and put us on the right road for our destination.

'It's not often that a young man takes me out for a meal, Paul. You didn't have to really, and it's very kind of you.' She smiled at me, and was probably getting used to the warmth in the car, after the cold, December air.

'I asked you out, Georgina, because I wanted to. There's no reason for it. What's wrong with taking your boss out for a meal, particularly when she's an attractive, intelligent woman?'

'You're flattering again, Paul. I expect there are hundreds of girls who would like to be taken out by you, to a nice Chinese restaurant, but I feel very honoured,' and Georgina slipped her hand onto my knee as I negotiated the little roads. Her hand was on my knee!! Christ!

'I meant what I said, yesterday, about you being a very attractive, and sexy, woman, Georgina, and ...I'm being nosy and rude again. I find it a bit surprising that you live on your own. There are lots of men, I'm sure, who would want to be with you, you know, who still find you very attractive, and...and...well, you know, Georgina.'

'Want to take me to bed, Paul? Is that what you're trying to say? Some men are only after one thing, aren't they? It's not a good enough reason for living with a man, though, is it? I like living on my own,' she lied. 'No-one to tell me what to do, no-one to run about after, clearing up the mess. It's quite nice where I am, peaceful and quiet. There's a lot to be said for it.' She looked at me again, and her hand ran up my thigh an inch or two, and I had to hold tightly to the steering wheel.

I laughed at her. She had more or less admitted it.

'So you do admit, then, that some men find you attractive. You just said it, didn't you? I expect when you were younger, they were all flocking round you, weren't they? Not that they don't all enjoy watching you move around the office, now. Your legs are very sexy, Georgina, and you still have a shapely figure. I said that yesterday, didn't I?'

'Oh, it's really flattering to be with such a nice young man, Paul. You really know how to make a woman feel good about herself,' and as she spoke, she took my hand from the gear lever and gently placed it on her thigh, just above the knee, and held it there with her fingers. God, I was touching a wonderful thigh, and with Georgina's blessing. My cock twitched.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, we were just entering the little village where the restaurant was, and I had to change gear, and slow down. I took my hand from her knee, and gripped the wheel again.

'It's at the far end,' Georgina started. 'On the left, and I think you'll have to park in the street.' Soon we were going through the front door of the little eating house.

It was warm inside, thank God, and seemed very pleasant. It was dimly lit, soft, water music played over the stereo, and there weren't too many other diners. A little Chinaman came to us straight away, and I put on my most adult voice. I apologised for not booking, but hoped that he could accommodate us. 'No ploblem,' and he turned to take us to a table. I grabbed him.

'Do you have a quiet table out of the way?,' and the waiter took us to the back of the restaurant, to a little table for two. Each table was surrounded by a high bamboo stand, which gave diners a certain amount of privacy, and it was ideal for a pleasant meal. During the meal, we enjoyed 2 bottles of white wine, and some wonderful Oriental food, but it was the conversation that stimulated both of us even more.

We sat opposite one another, and Georgina had not taken her blazer off to eat, but it was undone, and the crisp, white shirt clung to the contours of her breasts, and her perfume was intoxicating. It was the first time I'd seen her with a button-up shirt, and it suited her. I knew she wanted more flattery, and I hoped I could brighten up what would otherwise be, almost certainly, a lonely, drab, uninteresting weekend for her.

'So, do you still have that bikini, Georgina,' I grinned at her. 'Or do you still have the photos?' I wanted to tease her a little more. 'What about mini-skirts. Did you wear mini-skirts when they were in fashion? I bet you did, with those luscious legs, didn't you? She smiled back, as she took a sip of wine.

'Paul, you are awful, are you really interested? I am 51, you know' She had put my hand on her thigh in the car, though, and was obviously slightly aroused herself. She had dressed smartly, and looked quite sexy, and I knew she wanted me to go on. I wanted to go on, and try and arouse her some more, not forgetting that she was my boss, though.

'Yes, I am Mrs Lent. Young men still admire an attractive, mature woman, and I'd love to see you in a mini-skirt. I bet you look fabulous. I can't see any of your legs from here, but never mind, your perfume is really nice.'

'Here, Paul. Can you feel them now?' and Georgina ran a nylon covered foot up and down my shin, under the table. She had slipped her shoe off, and the feeling was totally erotic. I looked her in the eye, from only a few inches away. 'They're stockings, you know, Paul,' she whispered, and she tickled my nose with a finger. 'And call me Georgina, remember?'

This was wonderful. My boss was teasing me, and was acting completely out of character where I was concerned, but as I long as I respected her position as my boss, and as a mature, intelligent woman, I knew she wanted me to go on.

'I hoped they would be, Georgina. Your legs were made for stockings -and mini-skirts. Did you wear mini-skirts, you know, very short? Tell me, so that I can imagine. I often think about your sexy figure, and your legs in a short skirt. Do you still have any?'

'Do you? What, think about my figure, and legs in short skirts?'

'Yes, yes I do. Look, if you mention any of this in the office, I'll pack in and get another job somewhere else.' I was serious, but I was calling her bluff.

'I wouldn't dare mention anything that's private between us. You know that, Paul.' Her foot was still playing on my shin, and she laid her hand on mine, on the table cloth. 'Paul, I'd love you to come back for coffee, at the caravan, but only if you want to. You've been really kind in taking me out this evening, and I've really enjoyed being with a handsome young man, but I would understand if you wanted to get off home.'

'You haven't answered my questions, have you, about the short skirts, and if you've still got any. I'd love to come for a coffee, Georgina, but only if I can see those gorgeous thighs again.' She laughed, and within half an hour, I stepped up into the caravan, behind my boss.

We warmed up quite quickly again, after the cold blast in the car, and I sat with my coffee as Georgina sank into a sofa once more. I had helped her off with her blazer, and she looked even more stunning now that the white shirt was on view. Her thighs were on display once more, and then Georgina spoke.

'Why don't you take your jacket off now, Paul, and relax. Come and sit over here instead of those hard chairs. You were closer to me in the restaurant, and it was so nice.'

'Only if I can still see those sexy legs, Georgina,' I teased. 'The view is wonderful from here' but I rose from the chair, and hung my jacket on the back, and made for the sofa next to Georgina.

'Oh, and turn the main light off, Paul,' she smiled. 'The side light here is enough, isn't it?' She was really turning on her feminine charm now, and I was caught up in the heady aroma of it all. I was loving every minute, though, and wanted to smell her again, and be close to her mature figure, but I wasn't going to overstep the mark, not at any point. I would allow her to set the pace. The little side light threw soft shadows all around the room, and I sat down on the soft cushions next to Georgina.

'Can you still see my legs, Paul? she laughed. I was almost looking down on the stunning thighs from above Georgina's hair and, still in the high heels, her legs looked incredibly sexy.

'Most of them, Georgina. I can see most of them,' I teased. She looked up at me, a searching look in her eyes, and I could see her breasts breathing heavily under the shirt, her perfume now soft and seductive in my nostrils.

'I want you to see all of them, Paul, if that's what you want,' she whispered, and she took my hand again. 'Paul, please, would you kiss me?' and she offered up her mouth, and it was very difficult to resist. My other arm went round Georgina's shoulder, and I lowered my lips onto hers. Just a little peck on the lips, but her mouth remained for more. I went back and felt her mouth gently open, and at the same time, Georgina moved my hand to her thigh, gently guiding me up the inside until my fingers felt the soft, warm flesh above her stocking. This was heaven, and there was now no question that Georgina Lent wanted physical pleasure.

'What about the mini-skirts, Georgina? Tell me how short they used to be when you wore them. I bet you looked really sexy,' and my fingers caressed her soft thighs. She sighed some more, and gave away another little secret.

'Perhaps I might show you some photos, one day. I've kept some hidden away, but not now, eh. Kiss me again. Your mouth is so masculine.'

Her hand left mine on her thigh, and I gently toyed with her skin. I felt the suspender, ran back down to the nylon, and then back up to the delicious, naked thigh again. One of Georgina's arms was pinned against me, but her free hand moved onto my chest, as we still kissed heavily, and began to caress my chest, my shoulders, and my tummy. We broke from the kiss, and she was panting a little.

'Oh, your chest and shoulders are so strong, Paul. It's lovely to be cradled by such a fit, young man again. And your fingers are so soft. Please just carry on touching me, it's so nice. You don't know how much I've missed being touched gently and kindly by a considerate man. Oh, Paul,' and her hand was on my face, almost pleading for another kiss, so I bent my head again.

As our tongues met again, and our lips fought with each other, I let my hand gently push her skirt farther up, easing one side up, and then sliding the other side up, so that Georgina's lovely, flared skirt bunched right up around her waist. She helped me by shuffling her thighs around, and then the skirt just lay in her waist, exposing her legs right up to her panties. She made no comment, but started to unbutton my shirt, still with my tie on.

I squeezed her into me, around her shoulders, and my hands played with her legs. I tickled the insides of her thighs, right at the top of her legs, and I gently let a finger meander right up the centre of her panties. No pressure, just a gentle caress of the thin material. Her answer to this, as we kissed again, was to open her thighs just a little wider, so that I could slide my finger down, to feel the wetness at the gusset of her panties. Mrs Lent was certainly aroused, and I rubbed round, feeling the lips of her vagina slide about under the material. This really was heaven! I had watched these gorgeous legs, and this sexy figure, move round the office since I'd started the job, and now I was sitting on a comfy sofa, my hand up this mature woman's skirt, playing with her little panties.

Not just any woman. Mrs Lent was the office manager, a sullen, brusque woman on occasions, and I was just the 19 year old office junior, but she seemed to want me to enjoy her, and I wasn't about to protest. As we continued to kiss passionately, I suddenly heard a scuffling noise outside, and I broke away.

'What was that, Georgina? Did you hear that?' The light from inside the caravan shot across the park as I opened the caravan door, and I laughed as I saw a fox scurrying away, disappearing into the darkness behind the other caravans. I closed the door again, and reassured Georgina.

'If I had been here on my own, Paul, I would probably have locked the door, and spent the rest of the night huddled in bed, petrified. It's wonderful to have a man here with me, a considerate, kind man, and a handsome one at that. Come back here. I feel so protected with your arms around me.'

'Georgina, are you sure you want this to go on? No recriminations later? No giving me the silent treatment when we get back to the office,' and she knew exactly what I meant. By this time, I had sat down again, and put my arm round her shoulders again.

'Paul, I promise I will not mention a thing in the office, I really promise. This is too good to jeopardise,' and as she spoke, she took my tie right off, and undid all my shirt buttons. 'It's you that I worry about, Paul. I'm 51, old enough to be your mother, and I'm sure that when you leave here, you won't give me another thought and probably won't come near this caravan ever again.'

She buried her head in my naked chest, nibbling at my skin, running her hands over my body, sighing gently.

'I want you Paul. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I love you admiring my body, and your touch is so soft.' I kissed her again, and slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing a skimpy, pink bra, her breasts straining to escape. 'Please hold me, Paul. I haven't felt like this for years. You've woken feelings in me that I thought had gone forever. You've made me feel like a woman again. I'm yours, to dominate as you want.'

I kissed her hard, and moved a bra-strap down onto her arm. I eased a wonderful breast out of its cup, and felt the solid nipple, flicking and pinching it gently. I didn't want to rush these moments, as I would probably remember them for ever, but my cock was now rampant inside my trousers. Playing with Georgina's breast obviously increased her arousal, as well.

'God, Paul, you're so protective, I feel so safe, but I need you, Paul. Please do anything you want with me. You said you wanted to take photos of me. I'd love that, but please don't leave me. It's wonderful you being here,' and she moved her hand to my crotch and felt the hardness of my young cock through my trousers. 'Ohhh,' and she sighed as she held tightly between my legs.

'Don't worry, Georgina, I'm not going anywhere. Just relax, please relax, and everything will be OK.' I decided just to keep playing with Georgina. I wanted her to build up as slowly as she wanted, not to rush her into something that she didn't want, and I also wanted to enjoy this shapely, mature body, bringing all my fantasies to fruition. I ran my hand right to the top of her thigh again, slipping a finger under the side of her panties, to feel the tufts of hair protecting her sodden cunt lips.

Georgina continued caressing my cock through my trousers, and I bent and suckled on her hard nipple while I played in her pubic hair. Her legs were as wide as she could get them, and I gently moved her panties to the side, and felt her wet lips open as I ran my finger up the entrance to her vagina.

'Oh God, Paul. Take me to bed. I need you, now. I'm yours to do anything with. I ...oh God,...please take me to bed. Treat me like your slave, Paul. I'll do anything, now, but I want you.' She seemed frantic, not the controlled, icy woman in the office, but a frustrated, lonely woman giving herself up for pure pleasure.

I got up from the sofa, and helped Georgina up. She held my hand as we went to the other end of the caravan, to one of the doors off from the passage. The double bed took up most of the room, but it was still warm and cosy, and the little bedside light was more than sufficient. I took off my shirt, but Georgina turned to me and wanted my lips again. I put my arms round her shoulders, slipped her shirt off and kissed her deeply again.

'Let me take your trousers off, Paul. May I?' She undressed me completely, and I stood naked before her. My cock was standing to attention, and Georgina wrapped her hand around it, smiling into my eyes once more.

'Beautiful, Paul. You are so beautiful, and I just need to feel you, all of you,' and she dipped to lick me once, round the bulbous head of my rampant weapon. 'You have a magnificent cock. Come with me,' and she sat on the edge of the bed, and shuffled backwards, up the bed, me going forward on my knees to be beside her. She undid her skirt, and slid it down her legs, and she lay there in just bra and panties, high heels, and stockings and suspenders. For a woman of her age, she looked ravishing.

I held my cock, as I watched her, and I asked her to take her bra off completely. She obeyed, and I rubbed gently up and down on my member as her stunning breasts were revealed in all their glory. I lay down next to Georgina and began to caress her again. We kissed deeply, and my hand went straight between her legs, inside her panties, and I explored the wonderful, soft, succulent cunt.

'You are so sexy, Georgina, especially with your shoes and stockings on. It really turns me on,' and I nibbled her breasts, biting gently on her skin, and pulling the nipples between my teeth. I had two fingers playing inside her cunt, not harshly, but gently exploring her hidden depths, and drawing gasps of delight from Georgina's mouth.

'Anything, Paul. I said anything that you want. Just don't stop. It's wonderful. I mean it. You are so kind, I will do anything that you ask. Ummmmm.'

I moved my body down her side, and started to inch Georgina's panties down her tummy. She had her fingers in my hair, and lifted her bottom, to enable me to move her pants right down her thighs. I then saw the wonderful matt of hair all round her vagina, and I leaned down and ran my tongue right up her cunt, bringing a shaking of her body that said it all. She was sopping, and her hand grasped my head and held me between her legs. I just licked at her, and she was frantic. I went up and down, pushed in with my tongue, and then I found her clit and licked hard at the piece of erotic skin standing out from its hood.