Upper Class Tart with Big Tits - Sex Stories

Upper Class Tart with Big Tits

... talk with the daughter who was 18 and the son who was about 15 and back home from boarding school. The lady who I will call Cindy was busy in the kitchen and in spite of various offers of help I was told to just sit and relax. The meal was great, the wine went very well with the food and eventually I was allowed to help clear up in the kitchen which gave me a good chance to assess the lady’s assets as she moved around the kitchen and dining room. The dress she was wearing was silky and very elegant but didn’t show off much more than a nice slim waist and slightly flaring hips and somewhat rounded butt. The top of the dress completely disguised any shape so I had no idea if her boobs were big or small. With dinner out of the way, we settled down to drinks in front of the fire and the k**s excused themselves and left the lounge. We finished up in two separate armchairs and started into a very pleasant conversation with a slight hint of sexual innuendo. Cindy started to slowly relax in her armchair and just like my daughter’s friend she finished up with her body horizontal in the armchair but this time her skirt was too long to show anything. However, she seemed to have a nervous habit of rocking from side to side and although the dress was long it was a fairly thin fabric and it soon became obvious that Cindy had a very large pair of soft boobs that shimmied about her chest. This left me with the challenge of how and when to suggest that we get more comfortable especially ...

... with the k**s in the house. So after a few more drinks and failing to be bold enough to ask her to go to bed we settled for another date but I at least got a nice kiss and very close cuddle which confirmed my suspicion that Cindy had some nice C cup tits. About a week later I took Cindy out for another meal at an upscale restaurant and we had no problem enjoying each other’s company. The conversation was borderline naughty with huge amounts of double meaning which left me with the hint that Cindy may accept an invite to bed. When we arrived back at her house I had no idea if the k**s were home but shortly after it was clear that the boy was out and the daughter was studying in her bedroom. The evening proceeded in a similar way with Cindy settling horizontal in her armchair but this time she was wearing a shorter skirt and a white blouse that did nothing to hide a white silk bra underneath. I was treated to some very sexy hints of panties but she was wearing pantyhose so there was no hint of bare thigh. Eventually I plucked up the courage to suggest that we should retire upstairs and to my great surprise she asked my why it had taken so long! We quickly tripped upstairs and after a quick but very passionate hug she excused herself to get ‘comfortable’ in the bathroom. Not too sure of how to get ready for her return I dropped my trousers and took off my shirt and then sat on the edge of the bed in my underpants. It took Cindy about 5 minutes before she rushed out of the bathroom ...