Upper Class Tart with Big Tits - Sex Stories

Upper Class Tart with Big Tits

This is a real story and happened about 15 years ago when I had been divorced for about 3 years. In that 3 year gap my sex life was close to non-existent as I was focused almost 24 x 7 on growing a company that I had started with a few colleagues. The company was now growing very quickly and I after I had been paid a few dividend checks I was feeling like I wanted some female company again. Not having spent any time socializing or going down to the pub I was at a loss to think of how to make contact with a nice woman who was looking for a dinner date with wine and bed to follow but without any ‘gold digging’ aspirations. I was living in a large house by myself which was in a good state of repair. It had a brilliant kitchen that allowed me to indulge in my favorite hobby of cooking. My daughter was attending the local university and would occasionally come around with one of her friends and that would be my chance to make a nice meal, open a bottle of wine and relax with them in front of the TV. One of her friends was a big, but not fat girl, who had the most enormous boobs which she hid beneath chunky sweaters. It was during one of these evenings that this friend began to slowly slump down in her armchair and proceed to rock her body from side to side as she picked up her drink. Only then, was it possible to judge how enormous her boobs really were; they were like two heavy pillows wobbling about on her chest. As she sunk into an almost horizontal position with her butt ...

... barely on the chair cushion she allowed her legs to fall open and the view of a well filled pair of panties with some long straggly hairs poking out the sides made it very difficult for me to tear my eyes away. I eventually excused myself and went to the kitchen to get a stiff drink with a stiff dick all too obviously showing down my pant leg. Apart from giving me some exquisite wanking material I became determined to find some company of my own age. The solution was in the lonely hearts section of the local newspaper which I scoured and after making a few dead-end runs which resulted in no more than a dinner and a handshake I found a very unusual advert which was asking for a man with good table manners to e****t a lady to formal functions. The phone call seemed to go very well and we decided to meet at a local restaurant of my choice that turned out to be only a couple of miles from this lady’s house. This was the point where I was heavily quizzed about my social standing, upbringing and so on. I must have passed the test as I was invited to have dinner with her at her house the following Saturday with her doing the cooking. Her two somewhat grown up k**s were to be present for dinner and I thought that this was not going to lead anywhere. But nothing lost I put on a decent suit and tie and went over at about 7:30pm and was let in to a medium size house that was nicely decorated. I had brought two bottles of wine and put the white wine in an ice bucket to chill and made small ...