7 comments/ 50325 views/ 11 favorites Snow on the Roof By: SlipLuvver Danny was on his way into town one Tuesday morning to visit the bank and do a bit of shopping. Normally he would have gone in his car and parked in one of the multi-story car parks however it had gone into the garage for its annual service so he was forced to use the bus instead. There was only one other person waiting at the bus stop when he arrived, a lady in her early sixties. He didn't know her but had seen her around the local shopping area a few times. She had dark hair styled in a smart page boy cut which was turning naturally grey towards the ends and she was dressed in a white pencil skirt which rested just above the knee and a grey jacket fastened with a zip. The skirt had a slit of about six inches at the back and the two sides of material slightly overlapped. Her legs were clad in natural tan coloured nylons and she wore a pair of navy blue flat slip on shoes with an imitation brass buckle. She also had a navy blue handbag across her shoulder and held a leather wallet containing her bus pass. She said nothing and just smiled when Danny arrived and stood looking down the road in the direction that the bus would come from. Although it was late June and officially Summer, it was very chilly for the time of year and a stiff breeze blew up the street. The bus stop did not have a shelter so there was no respite. Every so often, the breeze would catch one of the skirt flaps and lift it slightly revealing the tantalising glimpse of three inches of lace at the hem of a milky white slip resting just an inch or so above the skirt hem line. Danny couldn't help but keep having a glance and more often than not he was rewarded. They had been standing at the stop for nearly ten minutes by this time and she kept glancing at her watch. "Have you been waiting long?" He asked. "About five minutes before you came," she said, "I just missed one, but there was supposed to be another one at twenty past but it hasn't come yet. Since they changed the timetable a few months ago, they are not very reliable." "I normally use the car," Danny said, "But it's in for a service today so I'm having to use the bus." "I can't drive, I never learnt," said the lady. "My late husband used to, but since he died I have to use public transport." Her words trailed off into deep thought and Danny didn't press her on the subject any further. Instead he tactfully changed the subject. "I hope you don't think I'm being rude, but that's a nice slip you're wearing. It's so nice these days to see a lady who knows how to dress properly." She smiled and Danny could see her cheeks blush slightly. "Thank you," she said. "Do you mind me asking if it's a full slip or a half-slip?" She turned to him and shot a very stern look. "That's none of your business," she said coldly. "I'll thank you for saying no more about it now. You're beginning to embarrass me." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Danny said wishing the ground would now swallow him up. There was still no bus and she continued to look in vain down the road for signs of one. A mother and her young daughter had now joined them and they all stood in silence. Danny had been there nearly fifteen minutes when the bus finally arrived and he had one last glimpse of slip as the lady stepped from the pavement to the platform of the bus. She took one of the few available seats downstairs but he opted to go to the upper deck as there was more room. The journey into town was event free and his last view of her was when she got off the bus at the stop before his and walked down an alleyway leading to the market. Danny visited the bank, bumped into an old work colleague and had a coffee with her and had a mooch around the shops before catching the bus home. There was one at the stand but it pulled away just before he got to it. Luckily this time there was another one waiting and he sat midway down on the lower deck. A few other people also boarded and the driver was just about to close the doors and move off when the slip wearing lady stepped on board. She had her handbag over her shoulder and two plastic carrier bags full of groceries, one of which had a broken handle. Although there were plenty of spare double seats available she came to Danny's and asked if he minded if she sat there. "No, it's fine," he said hunching up his seat. She sat down with a large sigh and placed the two shopping bags and her handbag across her lap trying not to dislodge anything. "Are you having problems?" he said, eyeing the bag with the broken handle. "Do you know I'd only just got outside the shop when the handle broke, but there were too many people inside to go back and get it changed so I struggled down here with it. I just hope I can get it home without any more mishaps or else I'll lose half my shopping." She replied. "Here, let me take it for you," said Danny. "It'll be one less thing for you to worry about." "Oh thank you, you are so kind," she said, passing him the damaged bag. "Look, about this morning, I'm sorry if I was a bit offhand with you. I was annoyed at having missed the bus and having to wait so long for the next one. I know you were only paying me a compliment even if it was a somewhat unusual one." "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have pressed you. You're right. It was none of my business. Let's forget about it now." Danny replied with a smile. Actually, forgetting about it was almost impossible as the front of her skirt had lifted slightly when she handed him the bag and he could now see around an inch of lace peeking out from under the hem. She didn't seem to notice and they spent the rest of the journey chatting about things in general, with Danny sneaking the odd glimpse now and then. He had no shopping of his own so when they got to their stop, he carried the broken bag back to her house for her. It was only a few streets from where he lived so was not out of the way. She unlocked her front door and went in while he waited on the doorstep ready to hand over the broken bag when she returned. She was only inside for a few seconds and when she returned, she asked him if he would like to come in for a coffee. Danny had nothing planned; he lived alone having been divorced for a few years, so he accepted. He stood in the kitchen chatting while she packed away her groceries then she put the kettle on before unzipping her jacket and hanging it on a peg near to the front door. She wore a red short sleeved blouse underneath which matched nicely with her skirt. "What's your name?" she said, spooning some coffee into a mug. "I've seen you around, but I don't think I know you." "Danny Beresford". "Oh. Daniel's my son's name too. I'm Kath. My husband was Roy and I have an elder daughter Suzanne. Our family name is Crawford." The name Suzanne Crawford name rang a bell and after a few more questions Danny learned that her daughter and his sister were in the same class at school together and had even been to each other's birthday parties. Both were now in their mid-forties and her son and daughter both lived some distance away so she didn't see them or her grandchildren as often as she would like. "Can I make you some lunch?" she offered. "I was going to do a quiche salad. I've got too much and it will only get thrown away." "Well, I don't want to put you to a lot of trouble, but okay. Thank you." He said. "No trouble," she said. "It's nice to have someone to provide for. I think there's some wine open as well. It's only a cheap bottle of Liebfraumilch but it's okay." Soon they were sitting in the lounge, each in an armchair with a tray of food and drink on their laps. When they had finished, Kath cleared the empty tray away and they sat sipping the wine. Danny's chair was about ten feet away and almost opposite to hers and he could see glimpses of the slip once more. She noticed his glances. "Do you like slips?" she said, "Is mine showing again?" "A little," He said, "But not too much." "That's the problem with this skirt, it rides up too much," she replied. "I don't wear it very often. I prefer fuller ones. Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Do you like slips?" "Yes, I do as a matter of fact, especially on the right lady," Danny admitted, blushing slightly. "I meant what I said this morning; it is nice to see a lady who dresses properly but I don't believe many do any more. As far as I know, my mum still wears them so does my sister when she wears a dress, but my ex-wife and my daughter don't." "It's something I was brought up with," said Kath. "My mum wore them, and my grandma, and my daughter also. I find that they help my clothes hang better, but it's very difficult these days to buy nice ones. I have to shop on line a lot." The wine must have been taking an effect as they we continued their chat about the practice of slip wearing. After a few minutes she stood up. "You know this morning, you asked me if I was wearing a full slip or half-slip?" "Yes," Danny said cautiously. She said nothing more but took a step or two towards him. Her hands went to the waist band at the back of her skirt. The hook was unfastened, and then the zip and slowly she manoeuvred the skirt past her hips towards the ground. Acres of soft white material spilled out followed by a good three inches of lace hem. Danny sat there speechless as she stepped out of it and tossed it into the chair she had been sitting in then unfastened the buttons on the front of her blouse, revealing another two inches of lace around the bust area and thin ribbon straps. The blouse then joined the skirt in the chair. "Does that answer the question?" she teased. "Oh Kath, it's beautiful." Danny was almost drooling with awe. It looked shorter when seeing it in full. The lacy hem sat about four inches above her knee and Danny couldn't help but reach out and touch the soft sensuous material. Kath had her back to the lounge window and he could clearly see her accessories, all in white; a lacy bra, full briefs and a rather sexy suspender belt holding up her tan stockings. He stood up and started rubbing the material all over her, her breasts, her hips, her bottom, and her stocking tops. She was moaning gently with appreciation and he could feel a rising in his trousers. Soon, she had them unzipped and was on her knees alternately licking and sucking his cock and rubbing her hands along the ever stiffening shaft like there was no tomorrow. Slowly, he could feel the sap rising and eventually he came into her mouth and continued coming all over the front of her slip. "Sorry," he whispered, but she just smiled and wiped the end of his cock with the slip. She stood up and unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, along with his boxers. Danny kicked his shoes off and was pulling the slip up and her briefs down. There was a large dining room table in the back part of the lounge away from the window and he sat her on it. Her briefs were now off and he could see her slit surrounded by a forest of dark hair which was already damp with anticipation. Danny pulled the slip up around her waist once more and pushed her gently back onto the table. He gently inserted his tongue into the moist opening seeking the gateway to her inner lips and began to lick her. Her lips opened and her juices began flowing. The taste of her milky cum was like nectar to a honey bee. The moans got louder and louder and his tongue probed deeper and deeper until he succeeded in bringing her to a fantastic orgasm. Her slip was covered on the inside this time by her own cum, as was the linen tablecloth on the table. She sat up and slid off the table to her feet. She pulled the slip over her head and tossed it with the rest of her clothes in the armchair then she unhooked her bra freeing her breasts and it too joined everything else. Her tits were gorgeous, big and round with no sign of sagging and already the nipples were standing taut. Danny squeezed them and rolled them and then began to lick one teat whilst tweaking the other with his finger. After a few minutes, he swapped teats but this time instead of tweaking the free nipple, he inserted his fingers into her glory hole and masturbated her to orgasm once more. Eventually, they broke free and collapsed onto the sofa. Danny's cock was still aching and wet with her cum. Her pussy hairs were saturated with his and she was breathing heavily. "Are you alright, I wasn't too rough with you was I?" He said, slightly concerned. "No, I'm fine. Look, I'm sixty-six and there may be snow on the roof but there's plenty of fire in the grate as you'll find out in a minute!" Kath responded, breathing a little easier. "Afraid not, I'm going to have to go and pick my car up before the garage closes or else I'll have no car for work tomorrow." Danny said as he stood up. Kath sighed and reached over to the armchair and pulled her cum soaked slip from the pile and wiped his cock dry. The gentle silkiness briefly stimulated him once more and she mopped up the overflow with the slip. He quickly dressed and kissed her long and hard on the lips. She looked a fine sight, hardly a hair was out of place yet all she was wearing were her stockings and suspenders, and still rather bizarrely her shoes also. "You'd better see yourself out," she said, "It wouldn't do for the neighbours to see me like this!" Danny laughed and kissed her once more and left the house giving thanks. Firstly that she'd missed her bus, and he'd missed his return one, secondly for the broken carrier bag and third for her choice of clothing on that windy morning. Fate was a wonderful thing! She was over twenty-five years older than him and the mother of a friend of his sister's, but that afternoon became the first of many memorable encounters over the next few years. Snow on the Roof Ch. 03 It was over a week before Danny tried to contact Kath again following the visit of her daughter and grandchildren. When he did try, he was surprised to get her answerphone. He didn't bother leaving a message but decided to try again later that day. When he did, again the answerphone message kicked in. "Hello, this is Kath speaking. I'm sorry but I am unable to speak to you at present. Please leave your name and number after the tone and I'll call you back as soon as possible." "Hi Kath," said Danny. "It's Danny. Give me a ring when you've got a minute and I'll come along and stoke your fire again! Speak to you soon. Bye for now. Mwah!" He signed off with a kiss. When he hadn't heard anything by the next morning, he decided to ring again, and again all he could get through to was the answerphone. "Hi Kath, is everything okay. I'm beginning to get a bit worried about you. Please ring me as soon as you get this message. Love you. Bye!" By three o'clock he had still not received a reply so he decided to have a walk round and investigate. At the back of his mind was the fact that Kath was after all sixty-six years old, lived alone and could be lying injured or even unconscious. When he got to her house, he rang the bell and waited. There was no reply, so he tried the back gate which was locked. He then looked in the front room window. The curtains were partially drawn both downstairs and upstairs although one of the upstairs window vents was open. He tried the doorbell once more but still nobody came to answer it. He couldn't understand why, if she had gone away, she hadn't let him know beforehand. It was obvious she wasn't at home so he set off back home again. As he passed her friend Bernice's house he decided to knock on her door and see if she knew anything. To his disappointment there was no reply there either. He was just crossing the road to go home when Bernice came round the corner driving her car and pulled up outside her house. Danny crossed back over and waited for her to get out. She had parked with the driver's door kerbside. "Hello," she said opening the door and pulling her handbag and a shopping bag from the passenger seat. "I remember you. You're Kath's friend, Danny, aren't you? Are you looking for her?" She was wearing the same green flowery dress that she'd worn the last time. It was sleeveless and very shallow at the neck so that no cleavage showed. It was also very short as Danny had noted at the time, coming a good two inches above her knee, but a good deal of her upper legs was showing as she sat in the driver's seat. She put her right foot out on the kerb as she spoke and inadvertently gave Danny a flash of her floral briefs, though sadly he could see no sign of a slip or underskirt. He felt his cock acknowledge the sighting and slightly stiffen. She didn't seem aware of either event and was soon out of the car. For some reason she was also wearing a beige mackintosh, unfastened, though Danny couldn't understand why as there was hardly a cloud in the sky. A soft breeze blew, flapping the mac open from time to time. "Yes," said Danny, regaining his composure. "I've left messages on her answerphone yesterday and today but there's no reply. I hope she's alright." "Oh yes, she's fine," said Bernice. "She's gone to stay with her son for a few days. His wife has broken her wrist and Daniel can't get time off work this week due to holidays so she's helping to look after her and little Jessica. She had a call late last Sunday and went on Monday. She'll be back at the weekend." "Oh, I see," said Danny feeling somewhat relieved and slightly stupid for thinking that something had happened to her. "Oh, well...By the way, I hope we didn't embarrass you too much last week when you walked in on us." "Last week? Oh, er yes, I remember," said Bernice remembering how she had found Danny and Kath making love in the kitchen. "I wasn't expecting to find the pair of you doing that there or anywhere for that matter. Kath has told me a bit about you, I mean she didn't go into great detail you understand, but I wish my husband was as outgoing as you." "Why, does he never make love to you?" said Danny. "Oh sorry, I'm being too personal." "No it's fine," said Bernice with a sigh. "We only do it now and again. It's usually just a quick fumble under the bedclothes on a Saturday morning, cock in, five minutes and done. To be honest, half the time I fake it just to get it over with. I was envious when I saw you and Kath. My Liam would never do things like that to me. In fact I don't think anyone has ever done that to me. All I ever seem to have had is a quick fumble." "So you've never done it in the daytime?" said Danny quite taken aback at this revelation. "Oh, I try," said Bernice, "But he usually says he's busy or wants to watch the racing on the TV or he falls asleep. It was different when my daughter Charlotte was at home but now she lives with her boyfriend, we have more time when he's here, but he just can't be bothered." "Where is he now then, at work?" said Danny. "He's in France. He's a coach driver and has taken a party to Disneyland Paris. He's back on Friday, then back out again on Monday for a six day trip to Scotland. I don't really see that much of him, but when I do, he just doesn't seem interested," said Bernice, looking sad. "Perhaps you need a few tips on how to improve your love life," said Danny with a smile. "Who with? You? I don't know. I've never been with another man since I've been married," said Bernice. "It doesn't seem right. Even before I was married I only had one boyfriend and I only did it with him once, behind the bus shelter in Church Street. I still love Liam, despite everything, and besides, think what it would do to Charlotte." "The Church Street bus shelter has quite a reputation," thought Danny to himself. He had even taken a few of his own conquests there when he was younger. Many a couple had missed the last bus home due to getting carried away at the Church Street bus stop. "Look," he said, "Perhaps I've overstepped the mark. I'll go. If you see Kath, tell her I'll give her a ring." Bernice thought for a moment. "No, it's fine. Why don't you come in for a coffee? I'd appreciate some advice." The room layout of Bernice's house was an exact replica of Kath's, with the lounge on the front and a smaller kitchen at the back which also contained a small table and two chairs. She took off her mac and hung it in the hallway then went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. While it was boiling, she unpacked her groceries. Danny stood in the doorway watching her. He couldn't help thinking that she looked a little 'old-fashioned'. She had short collar-length mousy brown hair, brown eyes and wore no make-up. Even the dress had the appearance of a time gone by. She wore no hosiery, just a pair of black flat slip-on shoes which didn't really suit her. Being just five feet two inches in height, Danny towered over her by nearly a foot. She crouched to get some milk from the fridge and once again her dress rode up exposing her shapely thighs. She added the milk to two matching mugs and placed it back in the fridge again. "Do you take sugar," she asked. Danny shook his head. "I do, I can't drink coffee without it. I'm okay with tea, though, so long as it's not too strong." Everything on the kitchen worktop was arranged just so. A set of three containers labelled Tea, Coffee and Sugar, a biscuit tin and a spice rack all sat in a line. She reached for the coffee container and put a spoonful into each mug, then the sugar container. This was almost empty so she reached up and took a bag of sugar from the cupboard above, her dress once again revealing more of her thigh. Having refilled the container, she threw the empty bag in the bin, and then poured the hot water into the mugs. She handed one to Danny and they sat either side of the table. Danny wondered how to introduce the subject of Bernice's marital problems. Should he be direct and offer some solace or should he be subtle. However it was her who took the lead. "Kath tells me you met at the bus stop," Bernice said. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you two... er, become...er..." "Lovers?" said Danny. "Well...er...yes, I suppose so." Danny noticed that when she was embarrassed she was inclined to stutter slightly. It was one of her endearing qualities. "I made a comment about her slip," said Danny. "She was wearing a skirt with a slit at the back and the wind blew the flap open exposing it. I think I embarrassed her at first but she was on the same bus home as me and I helped her with her shopping because a bag handle had snapped. Anyway she invited me in, we talked about slips and how women these days hardly ever wore them, and before I knew it she was stripping off in front of me. We had oral sex only that afternoon as I had to go and pick my car up from the garage, then had full sex for the first time on the day when you walked in on us." "I remember," said Bernice. "I was so embarrassed! You don't expect to find your best friend bonking someone! Do you know, when we went to the wedding reception later, it was all Kath could talk about. She loved it, can't wait until the next time. She said I should do something like that with Liam, but he's just not bothered." Danny sat sipping his coffee. He was becoming more attracted to the lady sitting opposite. "You know", he said, "Next time your Liam is at home and you want some amorous liaisons, take control. Wear something...different. It doesn't have to be overly sexy. Do your hair; put a bit of makeup on. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" "I'm forty," said Bernice, blushing. "You're forty. You're still in your prime. What attracted me to Kath was her slip. Do you know what attracted me to you?" Danny looked across the table at her. "Er...no...what?" she stuttered. "Floral knickers! I saw your knickers briefly when you got out of your car." He watched Bernice turn a deeper red. "Oh...er...sorry...I didn't mean to. It's this dress; I told you it's too short." She sipped her coffee slowly. "There's nothing to apologise about," said Danny. "It was quite a turn on." "You didn't see my slip as well, did you?" She looked quite worried. "No," said Danny. "I didn't know you were wearing one." The knowledge that there was now a hidden slip jerked Danny's cock back to life again. He pushed his chair back from the table. "Look what you've done, mentioning that," he said, indicating to the bulge beneath his trousers. Bernice leaned over the table and blushed again when she saw it. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to." "Come here," said Danny gently. "Bring your chair round." Bernice did as instructed trying not to make eye contact with the prominence which was still evident. Danny took hold of her right hand and placed it on top. "Have a feel," he said. "Don't be shy. Take it out if you wish." Bernice blushed again. She felt it straining at his boxer shorts ready to do battle again with the female genital area once more. She was undecided what to do next. Danny said nothing; he was imagining her minus the dress making his cock strain even more. After a few minutes, she slowly unzipped his trousers and carefully pulled his cock through the fly hole of his boxers. His cock shot upright in the air and she gasped at its size and length. "I guess Liam isn't as well endowed," said Danny. "Er...no," said Bernice not taking her eyes off the nigh on eight inches of manhood in front of her. "More like five inches. He's very small." "Touch it if you like," said Danny encouragingly. "It won't bite!" Bernice hesitantly placed her right hand on its shaft. She felt it go rock hard and a speck of precum appeared at its tip. "Taste it, lick it with your tongue. See what it's like. Run your hand up and down it." Danny was subtle yet persuasive. Bernice did as instructed and leaned her head forward. Her tongue took the smallest amount of precum and licked it. It tasted sweet and as another drop had appeared she bent down and licked that too. "Try taking all the cock in your mouth. Suck it gently and see what happens," said Danny. Bernice gave him a look of bewilderment. She had never sucked a man's cock in her life, but Danny was so convincing she felt she just had to try. Leaning forward again, she did as she was told and soon had his cock full in her mouth. She sucked on it and could feel the tension in his erection until after a few minutes, Danny came full on in her mouth. Suddenly having a mouth full of cum surprised her and she sat up choking as Danny continued erupting, this time over the front of her dress. He waited until she had regained her composure. "So how was that then," he asked, his cock having now subsided. "Different. Not as bad as I expected. I've swallowed a lot of it, but just look at my dress! It'll need a good wash." She looked down at the stains on her dress which were clearly visible. Danny looked. A large damp area about six inches in diameter covered one of the flowers with another smaller one just underneath. "Well, no time like the present," he said standing up. "Stand up!" He pulled Bernice towards himself, the cum on his cock making yet another stain. He reached over her right shoulder and started to unzip it, then reached round under her right arm to complete the manoeuvre. Almost in autopilot, Bernice removed each arm from the sleeve in turn, and then dropped the dress from her waist to land in a heap at her feet. She stooped and picked it up before placing it directly in the washing machine. She'd shut the washing machine door before she realised that she was now standing in front of Danny in her underwear. Her slip was pink nylon and had ridden up around her waist almost completely exposing the floral knickers. When she realised they were on show, she quickly pulled it down covering them again, but only just due to its short length. Unlike Kath's it had a minimal amount of lace around the hem and none at all on the bust. Yet again, she went red. "Oh...er...blimey...I'd better go and put something else on." She stammered. "Don't worry about it," said Danny. "You've got a beautiful body and it clings to all your curves just nicely." "I don't know about that," said Bernice. "I've got no curves much to speak of. My boobs are only a 24C, so I hardly ever wear a bra." Danny had already noted that fact and that her nipples were already fairly firm and pushing through the material. "When I was at school," she continued, "Everybody used to call me 'Pancake', because I had the smallest boobs in the school. In my last year, first year girls had bigger tits than me! My daughter Charlotte is nineteen now. She was a 30C when she was fifteen. It's no wonder my husband only wants to fumble under the sheets. He doesn't like to see my naked body." Danny pulled her close and rested his chin on top of her hair and cuddled her. She looked up at him. "I wish Liam would do that to me," she sighed. Danny said nothing but began kissing her gently on the lips. Bernice reciprocated and soon they were kissing quite passionately, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. His cock was at half-mast and it began to rise steadily again. He sat down again and pulled her onto his knee so that she was sitting with her back to him and started to rub her breasts through the nylon material which had ridden up again exposing her knickers. Her nipples had become hard and erect when suddenly she looked embarrassed and alarmed. "What's the matter?" said Danny looking concerned. "I...er...think I might have...er...had a little accident," said Bernice, clearly embarrassed. "My...er... knickers are a bit wet." Danny carefully put his fingers against the front of her floral briefs, and then brought them up to his nose. He smiled. "It's your body reacting to all the excitement," he said. "It's a pleasant accident, not a serious one. Your body is anticipating what is yet to come." "I've never experienced that with Liam," said Bernice. "I'm not surprised, it's because you have no build up with him," said Danny. "It's all Wham, Bang and Thank You Ma'am. You admitted that you usually fake it so you don't know what to expect. You might feel more comfortable if you took them off." Bernice stood up. She kicked off her shoes and pulled up her slip which had fallen back to its normal position. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her briefs and gently pushed them away from her hips. They slid down her legs to her ankles and she kicked them off. She didn't have much of a pussy except for a small amount of mousy brown hair guarding the entrance. She smoothed down the slip again and sat back down on Danny's knee and put her arms around his neck. Danny pulled her slip hem back exposing her pussy once more. Using the index and middle fingers on his right hand, he let his fingers do the walking starting at her thigh and across the front of her pussy. He carefully inserted first one then both and gently probed inside. Bernice jumped as he felt around before locating the little bump that was her clit and gave it a little rub. "Ahhh..." She let out a little cry. Danny touched it a couple more times and each time received the same response. Each time also, the wetness inside increased. Danny surmised she was now almost ready for the ultimate finale. He stood her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen table pushing back her slip and spreading her legs. He dropped his own trousers and boxers, his cock once again rock hard, the purple tip itching to land its prize. He pushed it into her sodden pussy and began pumping, holding her shoulders to stop her falling back. He paused for a second and wrapped her legs around his waist and began again in earnest with a steady constant thrust. She was moving in time with his thrusts, making little grunting noises gradually increasing in loudness. "Uh...uh...yes...uh...UH...YYEEESSSSSS!" Danny ejaculated in unison with her orgasm. Cum spewed out from her pussy onto the table and some dripped down onto the floor. She was red in the face again, but this time not from embarrassment. "I don't think that was faked, was it?" said Danny, withdrawing his cock. "Phew, no way," said Bernice. She kissed him on the lips. "Thanks." "Try that on Friday night with Liam," said Danny. "I'm sure you'll get a result." "I hope so, but look at this mess," said Bernice, eyeing her cum stained kitchen table, "And look at me." Her pussy hairs were all matted with drying cum. "I'll soon clean them up, said Danny. He put his face down to Bernice's pussy and started licking the dry cum. Then he inserted his tongue inside, looking for her clit. Bernice jumped as his tongue tickled it and after a few minutes he brought her to a successful climax once more. "Any regrets," he said withdrawing and standing up. The look on Bernice's face said it all. "None whatsoever!" She said. "But this is strictly to be a one off, you understand. As I said, I am married and I do love him." Danny dressed while Bernice went upstairs to freshen up and change her clothes. He quickly cleaned up the cum-stained table and floor. When she came down, she had a red floral dress on, similar to the green one. Danny couldn't resist a little tease. "Very nice," he said. "Let me guess, pink slip, floral knickers perhaps?" "That's for me to know and you to find out," she said quite flirtatiously. "But not today, nor in the immediate future. I'm grateful to you for giving me a few tips but that's it." "Just how grateful," said Danny mischievously? "This much," said Bernice kissing him on the lips. "Well," said Danny teasingly heading for the door, "If ever you feel you need some revision...." He hugged her and kissed her back. Snow on the Roof Ch. 03 Walking up the street, Danny somehow thought she might. Snow on the Roof Ch. 04 It had been almost three months since Danny had first met Kath. Since then, they'd had numerous liaisons within the confines of the house, usually in the kitchen as it was easy to clean up any human residues afterwards. Danny had also had his 'instructional meeting' with Bernice but hadn't seen anything of her since their tryst. Kath had seen her about and commented that she seemed like a new woman. She'd had highlights put in her hair, brought some new clothes and seemed to have a spring in her step. The reason for this was divulged one Thursday morning following one of Danny and Kath's regular sessions. They were dressed and sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea when Bernice rushed in, almost forgetting to knock on the door. She was quite breathless. "Hey, Kath, I just had to come and tell you. Guess what, I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby!" She was crying tears of joy. Kath stood up and put her arms round her and gave her a big hug. "Oh congratulations, Bernice!" She said. "When is it due?" "Mid May, May 14th to be exact," said Bernice. "Oh I'm so excited! We only found out for sure today. Liam's away for the weekend from early tomorrow until Sunday night, so we'll have a celebration when he gets back as he's got a few weeks off work." "Congratulations," said Danny, trying to work out the maths in his head. He was trying to think what day he and Bernice had had their liaison and concluded that for the baby to be born when Bernice said, she must have conceived at the end of July or early August, so he was in the clear. "What does Liam think about it, and Charlotte?" Kath asked. "They are over the moon. Liam can't wait to be a dad again. He's thinking of getting another job so he can be nearer home and Charlotte can't wait to have a baby brother or sister even though she'll be twenty when it's born." Kath was right, she certainly looked different. Danny couldn't take his eyes off her. The mumsy look had been replaced by that of a sophisticated lady. In place of the old fashioned dresses she wore a smart black knee length pencil skirt and a red short sleeved button through blouse. The flat shoes had been replaced by a pair of black low heeled sling back sandals. Danny couldn't help but wonder what else had been changed though he knew he would never get to find out, at least not yet. He couldn't help but think that her becoming pregnant was indirectly down to him a few months earlier. The two women spent a few minutes talking about when their earlier pregnancies and how procedures had changed in that time. When Bernice had gone, Kath turned to Danny. "I can't believe the change in her," she said. "If you'd said to me three months ago that she would be a mum again next year, I'd have laughed at you. I wonder what happened to change that. You know her husband was pretty well impotent from what she told me. He had no interest in sex at all plus he was away a lot. I say, you don't think she's had another man, do you? You read about these things you know!" Danny laughed. "Well, you never know, do you? You read about these older women who have toy boys. Perhaps Bernice has one!" Kath looked at him. "Are you having a pop at me?" she said and punched him playfully in the ribs. Danny reached over and tickled her also in the ribs, causing her to squeal loudly. "Me? Never! What on earth makes you say that?" He gave her a kiss on the lips. "Listen," he said, changing the subject. "Are you doing anything tomorrow? Why don't we go out somewhere? The weather forecast is good. It will be a change." Kath thought for a moment. "I've got a check-up at the dentist at ten thirty, but I'm not doing anything special otherwise so why not? Roy and I used to go to Morecambe a lot. It's quiet there, there's plenty of car parking and places to eat. We had some good days out there. Pick me up around eleven." "Excellent," thought Danny. Morecambe was only just over an hour's drive away so they would be there in time for lunch and the rest of the day would be theirs. He started formulating some plans in his mind. The next morning dawned fine but cloudy. Danny was outside Kath's house by half past ten. Of course, he knew that Kath wouldn't be there, but he had an ulterior motive. He locked his car and walked back to Bernice's house. Her car was outside, so he knew she wouldn't be too far away, and rang the doorbell. She answered the door. "Oh, hello," she said looking surprised. "I didn't expect to see you. I thought you were taking Kath out for the day." "I am," said Danny. "I'm a bit early. I forgot she was going to the dentist so I just thought I'd pop by and offer my congratulations about your happy event."" "Thanks," said Bernice. "Do you want to come in for a minute?" "Okay," he said. Bernice stood aside and he walked past her into the hallway. She closed the front door and ushered him through into the lounge. "Sit down," she said. Danny sat on the sofa and she sat in an armchair opposite. She certainly did look different. Her hair was slightly longer and had been styled in a smart page boy cut. She wore a black knee length pencil skirt with a navy blue short sleeved top. "So, you took my advice then, said Danny eyeing up her new appearance. "Sort of," said Bernice. "I decided that I couldn't go on in a sexless marriage. Although I love Liam, I wanted more so the day after our session I went to the charity shop in the High Street and bought two new skirts like this and a few tops, then I went to the hairdressers and had my hair done. I put this skirt and top on and when Liam came home, I did as you said. Luckily Liam took the bait, but if he hadn't, I think that would have been the end of our marriage." "So, you haven't looked back then?" said Danny. "No," she said. "I led him to the bedroom within ten minutes of him walking through the door and we were there until eleven o'clock the next morning. We were that busy he forgot to go to the betting shop! Every morning before he left for work and as soon as he got in, and in between, he's been at it. He's hardly seen any racing! He has a different sport to concentrate on now." "Good," said Danny, "I am pleased. Tell me, is this all you bought at the charity shop?" He pointed to her clothes. "How do you mean," she said looking puzzled. "You know," said Danny with a wink. "What about your intricate items? Have you replaced those?" "You're insatiable!" said Bernice with a glint in her eye. "That's between Liam and me. It's none of your business." "Oh, go on," said Danny. "Show us. You know you want to!" Bernice blushed but did as she was asked. She pulled her skirt hem back and Danny could see she was wearing a very lacy black slip, not in nylon as the pink one was, but in silk. Three inches of lace sat on the hem. He felt his cock stiffen. "Does it go all the way?" he said indicating the full length of her body. "I suppose you won't be satisfied until you know, will you? Bernice said standing up. She unzipped the skirt and let it slip to her ankles and lifted her top so Danny could see it was indeed a full one with an equal amount of lace around the bust. "It was part of a matching set," she continued and without prompting lifted the slip far enough to reveal a pair of black lace panties with a small red bow on the waistband. "There was a bra too, but that's too big for me." Danny's cock was really jerking inside his jeans and he knew he wanted to fuck her there and then. He imagined she would be quite wet as well but this wasn't the time or place. She had got things back on track with her husband and was expecting a baby with him so he wasn't going to upset things. Besides he knew Kath would be home any minute and would see his car and come looking so now was not the time. He also respected Bernice's earlier statement that their meeting was 'strictly a one off'. Bernice rearranged her slip and pulled her top down and her skirt back up. "I guess there'll be plenty of trips to the charity shop for new clothes as I get bigger," she said, zipping it up. "So what did you do with all your old clothes," said Danny. "Some have been thrown out," said Bernice. "Some have gone to the charity shop. Charlotte's had the green dress you saw and a similar red dress. Apparently vintage dresses are all the rage." "Well," said Danny standing up. "I guess I'd better go and wait in the car for Kath. She might wonder what I'm doing here. Good luck with everything, though I guess I'll see you around." "Thanks," said Bernice. "I think you gave me the push I needed." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Danny reciprocated. He bade her goodbye and went and sat in his car waiting for Kath. What a sexy lady Bernice had become and how confident she appeared with no sign of stammering or embarrassment. He didn't have long to wait before he saw Kath walking up the street. He got out when she got almost level. "Hello," she said. "I hope I've not kept you waiting too long." "No, it's fine," said Danny. "I've only been here a few minutes." "I just need to pop in home and get some things," said Kath. "I won't be a minute." She went into her house and was inside for about five minutes, When she came out she carried a canvas bag along with her handbag. The journey to Morecambe was uneventful and took just over an hour. They chatted about various things on the way, particularly about Bernice and her forthcoming pregnancy but Danny never let on about his visit to her that morning. He parked in a car park on the seafront. "So what do you want to do first then?" he said. "I fancy something to eat," said Kath. "I've had a funny taste in my mouth since visiting the dentist. Roy and I always used to go to the station restaurant; they did some cheap meal deals there." Danny raised his eyebrows at her. His idea of a station restaurant was curled up sandwiches, stale pork pies and stewed tea, but Kath soon put him right by explaining that it was a restaurant in the old station building rather than the platform buffets which he remembered. They crossed over the road and walked along to the old station. The restaurant was built in part of the old station buildings across the road from the seafront; the station having been relocated a quarter of a mile inland many years before and Kath reminisced about the number of times Roy and her had passed through the old station when it was open. After their lunch, they crossed back over the road and walked up the wide promenade. They paused at the statue of Eric Morecambe and Kath pulled a camera out of the canvas bag and took a picture of Danny with the famous comedian and he then took one of her, before continuing on their way, stopping every so often to admire the view of the Lakeland fells across the wide bay. The tide was out and all the little boats lay marooned on the sand awaiting its return in a few hours' time. There was quite a stiff breeze blowing and Kath had to keep pushing her hair out of her face. They walked slowly for over an hour until they came to a little brick shelter. "I need a rest," said Kath. "We've walked for ages." The shelter had two wide bench seats either side of a brick partition. One faced the sea and the hills beyond, the other faced the road. A tiled roof was provided to keep the rain off. Nobody else was sitting in the shelter; in fact they were so far away from the central area that they were about the only people in that area, other than the traffic passing by on the main road behind them. Danny put his arm around her waist and gave it a squeeze. "Are you enjoying yourself? He asked. "Absolutely," said Kath, her cheeks red from the wind. "Thank you for bringing me." Danny kissed her on the cheek, and then had a furtive look up and down the promenade. The nearest person was a woman walking her dog and she must have been at least five hundred yards away and walking away from them. Seeing that there was nobody in the immediate area, and that there were no cars parked on the road near the shelter he used his free hand to pull back her dress hem exposing one of her lacy white slips. His cock jerked upright beneath his trousers at the sight of it. He then tried pulling the slip back too but Kath stopped him. "Danny! What do you think you're doing?" She said, pulling her clothes straight. "You told me that you once made love to Roy in a seaside shelter," said Danny. "I was going to recreate it." "Yes, I know," said Kath, "But that was at ten o'clock at night, not a quarter to three in the afternoon in broad daylight!" "Come on," said Danny playfully. "Where's your sense of adventure?" He pulled her dress and slip back even further exposing her stocking tops and briefs. Kath giggled, pleading for him to stop. He slid his fingers inside her briefs and rustled her bush until he found the entrance to her love hole. Another quick glance, an empty promenade and his fingers were in. Kath was already quite wet. Danny probed around until he found her clit and rubbed it gently. She was simultaneously trying to keep her cool so as not to attract attention from the passing traffic and also keep an eye on the promenade for pedestrians and cyclists. "Someone's coming," she said seeing a cyclist heading towards them a few hundred yards away. Danny quickly removed his hands and she straightened her clothing once more. When the cyclist had past, the promenade was once again free of pedestrians. Danny went to pull her dress back up but Kath stopped him. "Wait a minute," she said and pulled a plastic mackintosh out of the canvas bag. "I brought this in case it rained," she said, "But I have another use for it now." She draped it over her knees so that it covered the front of her dress. "Okay, I guess you can carry on now, and then at least if anyone comes by we don't have to keep rearranging everything." Once more Danny pulled her dress and slip back this time under cover of the raincoat. His fingers invaded first her briefs then her love hole. He found her clit again which by now was really wet and tickled it. Kath let out a little gasp, so he did it again and again with the same results. Round and round went Danny's fingers and Kath was trying not to make it look too obvious as they could see a mother and her child walking along the other side of the road. Suddenly her juices spewed forth and she let out a loud yell, panting breathlessly, before realising she might have been heard. Luckily nobody was around, but she could now feel her cum soaking her briefs and dripping off the plastic mac. Danny had withdrawn his fingers and was licking the cum off them like a child licking melted ice cream. "How was that? He asked innocently. "Divine!" murmured Kath, somewhat red in the face. Like most women she had a multitude of items in her handbag and pulled out a packet of wet wipes. She cleaned herself up as best she could, wiping the sticky cum from her matted pussy hairs. "You do realise," she said to Danny as she straightened her clothes, "That I'm going to have wet knickers all afternoon thanks to you." "There's a simple solution to that," said Danny cheekily. "Take them off!" "I beg your pardon," said Kath pretending to be horrified. "You expect me to walk round Morecambe all afternoon knickerless?" Danny smirked. He could feel his cock hardening again at the thought of it. "Then it's a good job I brought a spare pair then, isn't it?" She rummaged in her handbag and brought out another matching pair. "Be prepared, that's my motto. Now look away while I change them." "But I've already seen them, and more," protested Danny. "I know, but there might be someone passing by who hasn't," said Kath. "Now do as I say please." She looked up and down the promenade and the nearby road then quickly stood, hitched up her clothes and dropped the stained knickers to the floor before quickly stepping into and pulling up the new ones and rearranging her clothes again. "That's better," she said screwing the old ones into a paper bag and putting them to the bottom of her handbag. "Be prepared for emergencies. That's what my mother used to say!" She took the mac and laid it across Danny's lap. "What's that for," he said. "You'll see," she said pushing her right hand underneath and unzipping the flies on his trousers. His cock had gone limp again but it soon resurrected itself as she began jerking it back to life again, running her hand up and down its shaft. Within a minute it was at its lethal length and already Danny could feel a speck of precum moistening its tip. Kath continued her rubbing keeping an eye open for passing pedestrians and cyclists. A mother and her toddler who they had seen earlier on the other side of the road were walking back up the promenade. Kath withdrew her hand momentarily as they got closer, leaving the mac over Danny's exposed erect cock. The little boy lagged behind his mother and stared at them the whole time he walked by and Danny began to sweat nervously as he could feel the mac flapping slightly in the sea breeze, worrying in case it blew up exposing his sordid secret. It made him feel harder than ever. The mother called after him and soon they were a safe distance away. Kath lifted the mac slightly. She could see that Danny was still very hard and resumed her actions again. Danny let out a loud gasp as his cum projected out in front of him onto the concrete floor of the shelter and dripped off the underside of the mac. Now it was Kath's turn to lick her fingers! Danny pushed his receding cock back inside his boxers and trousers and once he was covered up. Kath took the mac from his lap and licked a few specks of cum that were still evident. It was now past four o'clock and the promenade was beginning to get busy. A few children were walking home from school and one or two dog walkers had appeared so they decided to head back towards where they had parked the car. Danny took Kath's hand and to anyone who met them they would be like a mother and her doting son, instead of two lovers. The clouds had cleared away and the sun had come out and there was still some warmth in the air considering it was early October. Across the bay, the little village of Grange-Over-Sands could clearly be seen with the Lakeland hills standing proud in the distance. The tide had now turned and the sea was gradually filling up the little rivers and channels that made the sands so treacherous to anyone except the most experienced guide or fisherman. Kath stopped and leaned on the railings watching it for a few minutes, her hair being blown by the breeze. "You wouldn't believe how dangerous these sands are," she said. "They look safe enough but the tide can soon fill the little rivers and cut you off on a sandbank within minutes." "I know," said Danny. "Then there's the quicksand. I wouldn't like to go out there alone." They got back to where Danny had parked the car and went across the road into a little café for a coffee. Then they walked up the promenade a little way into an amusement arcade where Kath managed to win a few pounds on one of the slot machines while Danny managed to win a cuddly teddy bear from one of the grab machines. He presented it to Kath as a memento of their day out. It was past six o'clock when they got back to the car and set off for the journey home. Danny hadn't finished yet though, he drove along the main road past the shelter where they had had their little encounters towards the village of Hest Bank. He turned off and over the railway level crossing along a narrow road, past a static caravan site until he came to a small parking area. There were no other cars there and when he switched the engine off there was just silence, except for the sound of the wind and the occasional seagull. "What have you come out here for?" said Kath. "It'll be dark soon." Snow on the Roof Ch. 04 "I know," said Danny. "I thought it would be nice to watch the sunset." The sun was beginning to go down as it was now half past six. Slowly it sank, going redder and redder until it disappeared over the back of the hills. They sat there in the car watching it. Nobody had come by on foot and no other car had appeared. Danny got out of the car and stood in front of it. Kath got out and joined him. There was still a breeze although it was nowhere near as bad as it was when they were on the seafront in Morecambe. He put his arms round her and kissed her on the lips. "Get undressed," he whispered. "I want to make love to you, here and now." "What!" she exclaimed. "You are joking! Here? What if someone comes by or another car turns up?" "I don't think anyone will," said Danny. "It's nearly dark now so who's going to be walking by, and if another car comes we'll see its lights when it comes over the level crossing back there. It'll take it a couple of minutes for it to come this far, that's if it does." He took off his trousers, then his shirt and finally his boxers. He put his clothes in the car on the driver's seat. It was now quite dark, but there was still enough light for Kath to make out his semi erect cock. "Danny Beresford, you are insatiable!" she laughed. "I must look up that word in the dictionary when I get home," thought Danny to himself. "That's the second time someone has said that to me today." She opened the passenger door and slipped off her jacket, placing it on the seat, before undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. There were a dozen in all from collar to hem and she soon had it open. Danny could see her white slip with its lacy hem and bust. The breeze blew it against her body outlining the rest of her underwear and stocking tops and his cock hardened at the sight. She folded the dress and placed it on top of her jacket. Danny helped her off with her slip, lifting it gently over her head followed shortly after by her bra and briefs. She shut the door and joined him by the front. The gentle breeze made her nipples tingle and stand to attention and her pussy hairs flutter. She still wore her stockings along with her suspender belt and sandals. Although they were parked on grass, it was hard underfoot from being squashed down by various car wheels. Danny positioned her against the bonnet of the car and pushed her back onto it. It felt hard and slippery compared to the kitchen table that she was normally used to and she was afraid she was going to slide off, but Danny held her firmly. Her feet rested on the front bumper just above the number plate. Danny inserted his cock onto her pussy and began thrusting and Kath jerked her body in the darkness. In and out he thrust, the full hilt banging the interior lubricated by the wetness within. Kath was giving him her usual vocal support. "Come on, hurry up and make me come," she gasped. "Anyone could come by at any moment. Fuck me harder, come on...harder...harder...! Oh God, I think I'm going to burst....ohhhh...Bloody Hell......OHHHH YESSSS!" She orgasmed with such a loud yell that it caused a dog to start barking in the distance. "What was that," she said sitting up nervously, trying to catch her breath. "It's just somebody's dog. I think it's in one of the caravans back there. It's nothing to worry about," said Danny reassuringly. He helped her off the bonnet. "Come on," said Kath, "Let's get dressed and go." "Oh, just one more," said Danny. "I want to do you over the bonnet. I think you do too," he said into her ear. "Well okay then," said Kath, "But that's it then. It's getting chilly. I can feel goose bumps." She leaned over the bonnet of the car and Danny inserted his cock once more. He started pumping away, gripping her waist. Her breasts were squashed against the paintwork and again she was protesting loudly. Danny stood up for a moment, his cock still half in. He slapped her right buttock. "Keep your voice down, will you, you'll set the dog off again!" he said. "Get on with it then," said Kath. "And stop slapping. The sooner you get on with it, the sooner I can get in the warm. Come on, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Danny upped the tempo again, thrusting in and out, until with a loud scream that started the dog barking again, she came once more. "Lick me off," said Danny withdrawing his cock, but Kath was looking along the road in the direction of the level crossing. "There's a car just come across the crossing," she said. "I think it's coming this way." "It's probably going to the caravan site," said Danny. They looked back down the road but it passed the entrance and continued towards them. "Quick, in the car," said Danny. They managed to get in and Danny pulled his shirt on and quickly buttoned it. Kath could only manage to slip her jacket on and zipped it up quickly. She covered her naked pussy with the rest of her clothes and her handbag. Danny had his trousers draped over his knees. The car pulled into the same area as they were parked in and they could see a young lad driving with a blond sat in the front seat. They were obviously there for the same reason that Danny and Kath were. When they saw Danny's car, they quickly reversed and drove back up the road and over the crossing. "That was close, too close," said Kath. "Come on let's get dressed and get out of here." For once Danny agreed and they quickly dressed outside of the car. Danny drove up to the level crossing. There was a fish-and-chip shop just on the main road nearby. "Do you fancy some chips?" he asked. Kath nodded and he drove into the small car park alongside. Within a few minutes he was back with two portions of fish and chips and two cups of tea. He drove back over the crossing and parked in a parking space just the other side. The tide had turned again and they could see the little rivers and streams becoming visible in the moonlight. Across the bay, the lights of Grange-Over-sands twinkled in the darkness. "Have you enjoyed yourself?" said Danny as they ate. "Oh, yes, it's been absolutely marvellous," said Kath. "We'll have to do this again sometime." The siren on the nearby crossing sounded warning that the barriers were about to be closed to allow a train to pass. Soon after, an express train rushed by on its way north. As the barriers lifted, Danny turned to Kath. Seeing the train had given him an idea. "You know," he said, "We could go out on the train somewhere. How do you fancy Blackpool Lights?" "They don't run compartment trains anymore," said Kath wistfully. "A car would be more convenient and I'm sure we could find somewhere suitable to stop on the way back!" Snow on the Roof - The Sequel It was over a week since Danny had had his first liaison with Kath following his meeting at the bus stop. He had seen her once coming out of the local newsagent but she had just smiled and wished him 'Good Morning' and gone on her way. He had thought about phoning her but couldn't find her name in the phone book, so presumed she must be ex-directory. On the following Saturday afternoon, he decided to have a walk round past her house to see if she was about. As he turned into the street where she lived, he saw her coming out of a house a few doors away from her own and walk away up the street towards her house. She let herself in the front door and went inside. When he got there he rang the doorbell and waited patiently on the doorstep. She opened the door and seemed surprised to see him. "Oh, hello," she said. "I wasn't expecting you today." "I was just passing," said Danny innocently. "I saw you go in and just thought I'd give you a call". "Oh, I've just been to see my friend next door but one," said Kath. "We've just been to a wedding at the church and she's giving me a lift to the evening reception." "I thought you looked a bit overdressed for visiting a neighbour," said Danny, eyeing up Kath's smart dress and jacket. "Is it a relative?" "No," said Kath. "It's one of the neighbours from across the road. I've known her since she was born. Well I suppose you'd better come in," she said standing to one side. Danny walked into the hallway. He couldn't help but admire Kath's smart outfit, a smart coral princess line dress with a pleated skirt front just resting over the knee, and a matching red jacket and longed for the moment he could relieve her of it. He followed her into the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. "Tea or coffee?" "I know what I would like." said Danny standing behind her and putting his arms round her waist so that his hands met in front of her groin. He started rubbing her down below through her clothes with his clenched hands, and kissed her gently on the side of her face. "You can stop that right now," said Kath pushing his hands away. "Sue and the kids are coming tomorrow for half term and I need to do some baking." "You can't bake in that dress," said Danny, putting his hands back and kissing her once more. "You'll get it all messy. Here, allow me." He started unfastening the belt on the dress from behind, but Kath pushed his hands away again. "You won't take no for an answer, will you?" she said sternly. "If you think you can come round here and have your way with me whenever it pleases you, then you can think again." Danny looked so crestfallen that Kath actually felt sorry for him. Her tone softened. "Look, I'm sorry if you think I'm being a bit harsh," she said, turning round to face him. "I enjoyed our liaison the other day but it was just a one off. Surely you didn't think it would go any further?" "I guess not. I don't know." Danny said. "All right, I'll go. I'll see myself out." He kissed her on the cheek and walked away towards the front door. Kath watched him go, tears welling up. She too had enjoyed being attended to again. Danny had made her feel young. They hadn't had full sex but she had been left wanting more. She wanted to feel like she had all those years ago when Roy first made love to her, a virgin on her wedding night. She had been a widow for nearly five years since Roy's untimely death. There had been nobody else, and if Danny hadn't come along, there probably still wouldn't be. Danny opened the door and was about to go out when she found her voice again. "Danny, wait a moment. Come here please and close the door." Danny did as she asked and went back to her in the kitchen. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Kiss me. Properly. Not just a peck on the cheek, the full works. Make love to me, let me feel complete again. Do it here, now." She implored him. "What about the baking?" asked Danny putting his arms round her waist once more. "I'll get up a bit earlier tomorrow. My grandchildren always like freshly baked scones and cakes made on the day. They won't be here until teatime anyway." Danny swept her up in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. Kath reciprocated, her hands resting on his shoulder blades, pulling her towards him. Soon they were exploring each other's throats with their tongues probing and thrusting deeper. "Let's go upstairs." Said Danny, but Kath had other ideas. "No, I meant what I said we'll do it here," she said, still with her arms around his shoulders. "I won't have time to change the bed sheets and get them washed and dried AND bake as well before Suzanne gets here if we do that. Roy and I rarely did it in the bedroom, at least not in the daytime when the kids were at school!" There was a glint in her eye as she said this, and Danny had the impression that she had been quite a prolific love maker in her younger days. "So just where did you do it then?" He said intrigued. "The kitchen, the lounge, the stairs, the hallway, the garage, the garden shed, I had a splinter in my arse that time; behind the bus shelter in Church Street. Our Suzanne was conceived in a Swiss Alpine meadow surrounded by cows; Daniel in a train compartment on the way home from Blackpool Lights, Sue was asleep in her pushchair at the time. Train toilets, park shelters, seaside promenade shelters, the cricket pavilion, in the front of Roy's van, in the back of Roy's van, over the bonnet of Roy's van! There are too many places to list!" "Fuck me, that's some list," said Danny. "I've got some way to go to catch him then!" Kath laughed. She pulled Danny towards her one more and kissed him on the lips again. "Undress me," she whispered. "But whatever you do, don't you dare get my dress dirty!" Danny smiled and slid the red jacket from her shoulders and laid it on the back of a kitchen chair. He finished unfastening the belt he had started on a few minutes before, letting it hang loose in its loops. Kath's dress had a small collar and was open at the neck and Danny noticed a small gold locket adorning it. He fingered it gently. "Roy brought it for what was our last Christmas together," said Kath, noting his interest. "It has a lock of his hair in it. I have another one upstairs in silver." Danny laid it back on her neck and started on the buttons on the dress. There were five in all from neck to waist. As each one was undone, Danny could see her white slip coming into view. He slid the dress from her shoulders and carefully lowered it to the floor trying not to crease it. Kath stepped forward out of it and Danny carefully folded it and laid it over the jacket. He took a step back to admire the view. Her slip was longer and fuller than the one which he had last seen her wearing and had wider shoulder straps but when he touched it, it was pure silk. Two inches of scalloped lace adorned the hem with a similar amount around the bust, enhancing her ample cleavage. He stepped forward again and gently rubbed the material over her body as he had before, her breasts, her thighs, her stocking tops. Then he stooped slightly and took hold of the hem. Slowly he brought it up past her waist, her breasts and over her head. Kath held her arms up for him to lift it clear of her shoulders like an obedient child being undressed for bed by her mother. He carefully folded it and rubbed it to his face before placing it on top of the dress. Danny could feel his cock now hard and erect straining to break free from his jeans. He stood behind her and unclipped her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders and freeing her beautiful breasts with their perfect areolas and hard erect nipples. The bra joined the rest of the clothes on the back of the chair before he gave her nipples a rub and gently sucked then. Kath closed her eyes and moaned gently. She kicked off her shoes before Danny pulled her knickers down and spread her legs. Already her pussy was damp like early morning dew glistening on the grass with anticipation of what was about to happen. Kneeling down, he unclipped each stocking from the suspender belt and rolled them carefully down her legs. He lifted each foot in turn and pulled off them off. These were draped over the chair before he unclipped the belt. He stood back and admired his handiwork. For a lady of sixty-six, Kath really did have a beautiful body. He kicked off his shoes and quickly stripped off his jeans, t-shirt and boxers before pushing her back onto the kitchen table. His cock was rock hard and waiting as he spread her legs wide and inserted the purple headed tip into her dripping slit. Gently to start with, he started pumping and thrusting, deeper and deeper. Kath was groaning, almost shouting. "Harder! Faster! Fuck me hard!" That was certainly not the language of a primly dressed lady. Danny upped the tempo until his cock was fully inside her. Now she was really wet. Her legs gripped round his buttocks, arms on the kitchen table, hands gripping the sides until her knuckles turned white. "Ahhhh! Oh my God! I'm coming, oh God I'm coming!" Kath could feel her juices erupting before finally she emitted a loud scream and shot her cum out onto the table. Danny withdrew to admire his handiwork. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough was I?" he asked. "Good god no," said Kath pulling herself upright. "I told you the other day, there may be snow on the roof..." "But there's still a fire in the grate." laughed Danny completing the sentence. "Come on then, let's try you over the table." Kath stood up and spread herself prostrate across the table, her head to one side, breasts squashed against its hard wooden surface, firmly gripping the sides once more. Danny couldn't resist giving her right buttock a light slap. "Hey!" said Kath. "I don't go in for kinky stuff or punishment thank you very much. Less of that!" Danny laughed and smacked a left one harder. Ignoring Kath's protestations he inserted his cock once more into her dripping hole. Off he went again, thrusting and delving touching all the right areas. Once more, Kath was giving him the verbal treatment. "Come on you Bastard! Give it to me. Fuck me harder! Fill me up with your cum!" "Quiet you!" said Danny slowing down. "Any more of that and you get another smack!" He speeded up again, but not for long as Kath once more screamed that she was coming as Danny once more filled her with his own cum and she erupted onto the kitchen floor. Danny withdrew and she stood up, red in the face, a strand of hair hanging over her forehead. "Sit down on that chair!" she commanded, pointing to a kitchen chair. Danny did as he was told. She knelt before him and took hold of his aching and softening cock. She started stroking it, and licking the tip until it was once more hard again, then she stood up and sat astride him, her breasts rubbing against his nipples. She lowered herself down onto his cock and started riding him, gripping the back of his shoulders hard. Her tits were bouncing up and down in unison. The locket round her neck was shaking this way and that, left and right, up and down, until it eventually vibrated round the back of her neck and stayed there. She moved up and down with effortless ease like a piston entering and leaving a cylinder. They were both so engrossed with each other that nobody heard the knock on the back door or the door open. A lady walked in. "Hi Kath, it's only me!" She stopped open mouthed when she saw Danny and Kath. "Oh heavens, sorry...I didn't....I mean...oh heck." Kath stopped humping and looked up at the visitor. "Oh, hi Bernice," she said still sitting astride Danny. "This is a friend of mine, Danny. Danny, this is Bernice, she lives next door but one. She's taking me to the reception tonight." "Hi," said Danny nonchalantly, turning his head round with difficultly, to see a very red faced lady in a green flowery dress standing behind him. "Nice to meet you." It was certainly an unusual introduction. "Is everything all right?" said Kath. "I've had a text from Fran," said Bernice. "Apparently there's been a cock up with the late drinks licence and they've only got the place until 11pm so can we go for 7'o clock instead." "Fine," said Kath. "What time will you be leaving?" "About half six," said Bernice, still clearly embarrassed. "I'll see you then." "Okay, love, see you later," said Kath. Bernice scuttled to the door. "Bye," said Danny waving cheekily. "Er...yeah, bye!" said Bernice pulling the door behind her. "You rotter!" said Kath bursting out laughing. "I just hope she doesn't let on what she just saw." "Why, you're not ashamed are you?" said Danny. "Heavens, no," said Kath. "You're the best thing that's happened to me in ages." With that, she started humping him again, bouncing up and down and screaming, until with one almighty yell she cascaded her juices all over him once more. Breathless, she rested her head on his shoulders. "Thank you," she said, "For making me feel like a woman again." Danny said nothing and held her gently in his arms, hers around his shoulders. He stroked her hair and she closed her eyes and drifted off into a light sleep for a few minutes. The clock striking on the mantelpiece in the next room woke her. "What time is it?" she said, yawning. "Five o'clock," said Danny, looking at his watch. "I'd better get cleaned up," said Kath, lifting herself off Danny. The results of their liaisons and the fact that they had been sitting immobile for over half an hour had made their combined juices dry and sticky. Danny quickly dressed. "You go upstairs and have a shower," he said. "You'll feel better. I'll tidy up here." Kath disappeared upstairs leaving her clothes on the kitchen chair. The sound of water splashing could soon be heard. He found some cloths and a bucket under the sink and quickly wiped up the cum stained floor and table. When he had done that, he picked up one of Kath's stockings from the chair and rubbed it gently against his face. Then he picked up the slip. He could smell her perfume on it, not lavender water like most ladies of a certain age, but something a little more sophisticated. He rubbed that to his face as well. He felt his cock stiffen, but resisted the urge to relieve himself into it as he figured Kath would not take too kindly to wearing a stained slip. He was so engrossed in the slip and the smell that he hadn't noticed that the shower was no longer running, or that Kath had come downstairs, now clad only in a large red bath towel and a pair of pink slippers. "Enjoying yourself, are you," she said, leaning against the doorway. "Oh, sorry," said Danny. "I just wondered what that lovely scent was that I could smell." "L'Air du Temps, by Nina Ricci," said Kath. "My Daniel brought it me for Christmas. I've always liked it. Roy used to buy it for me from the duty free shop when we went abroad. It is nice, isn't it? I've just dabbed another splash." Danny could tell. The glorious aroma emanated from within the towel. "I better get dressed," said Kath. "Would you like a cup of tea?" Danny nodded and she put the kettle on. He watched as she removed the towel and took one last glimpse of her naked form. She stepped into her knickers and pulled them swiftly up over her thighs. Her bra followed and he marvelled as, arms behind her shoulders, she deftly fastened it. Next her suspender belt was clipped into place, the suspenders hanging down, waiting. She rolled a stocking up, kicked off her slippers and with one foot on the kitchen chair, rolled it out up her legs, rerolling to smooth out any creases before clipping it in place and repeating the process for the next one. Then she folded up the slip and placed it over her head, then put each arm through the sleeve before letting it ripple down over her body. The kettle was now boiling so she poured the water into a teapot, adding a teabag to it. She was about to reach for her dress when Danny stopped her. "No, wait until you've had your tea," he said cunningly, wanting to savour the slip as much as possible. "After all, you don't want to spill anything down that lovely dress, do you?" Kath smiled, but did as he requested. They sat at the kitchen table, drinking tea and chatting, their company broken only by the clock striking once more, this time six o'clock. Kath stood up. She rinsed the two cups and swilled out the teapot before stepping into her dress once more. She fastened the buttons and the belt and reached for her bag which was nearby. A touch of powder and a dab of lipstick and she was ready. She slipped on her shoes, and then brushed her hair. "Well, I'd better be off," said Danny, standing up. "Enjoy tonight, won't you, and don't drink too much, otherwise you'll sleep in and not be able to do any baking. I could always call round and give you a hand if you like!" "No chance," said Kath, ushering him to the door. "You'd be more hindrance than help. It wouldn't be cakes on the table, it would be me, if I know you." "Mmmm," said Danny, licking his lips, "With cream on top. Yummy!" "Typical!" said Kath. "Look, it's been great today, but phone me next time and make sure I'm free. I'll give you my number." Danny tapped it in his mobile and she scribbled his down on her phone pad. She gave him a kiss on the lips and he reciprocated. She stood on the doorstep and watched him leave, giving him a little wave as he did so. Danny waved back and walked out onto the street. Two doors down, Bernice Hastings was sweeping her garden path. Danny wondered how long she had been out there waiting for him to leave. "Hi," he said as he walked by. "She's nearly ready. Have a good evening!" "Oh, er..yes, er Hi!" said Bernice, blushing as he walked by. "Er...thanks, er..Bye!" Little did she know that she would be seeing a lot more of him and he of her.