'Do you agree, it would be better without a bra?'
I gulped. I was having difficulty in breathing again.
'Yeah, that looks good.'
'You mean without the dress?' She stuck a finger in her mouth and looked at me quizzically.
'Good grief Jane, you look gorgeous!' I was completely uncool by this stage.
"Thank you kind sir! Are you just saying that or do you mean it?'
She peered at where my bathrobe had fallen open. My cock was erect again.
'I think you mean it!'
I reached for her. The desire to touch her was almost overwhelmimg.
'No,no,no. Get back!'
I backed away.
'Now take off your bathrobe.'
I did as I was bid and stood before her naked.
'Yes, you have a nice body' she said, appraising me. She paused, and then said 'enough of this nonsense. Be gone. I must get dressed, and so must you. I will see you downstairs.' With that she dismissed me.
* * * * * * *
We were having coffee together after breakfast. Jane was wearing the dress, as far as I could tell without a bra. She was looking sunny and fashionable.
'Well what are you up to today, John?'
One of the advantages of being a researcher is that you have lots of flexibility over when and how you work. As long as I have my laptop I can get on with it. I didn't need to go into the university.
'I have some documents to work on. I was thinking of staying here to get on with them. If that is okay.'
'Yes, that's fine of course.'
'Have you got plans?'
'I am going out this evening. I'd like you to be my chauffer. I shall need you at about 7.30, and then returning at about 11.00.'
'Oh, okay. No problem.'
'Good. It is a lovely sunny day. I might sunbathe later.'
With that she stretched languidly and looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Then she finished her coffee, and walked out onto the patio to have a cigarette.
I went to get my laptop and retreated to the study where I hoped I would be undisturbed. I had to try to stop thinking about Jane. But she was making that incredibly difficult. She was clearly toying with me, offering all this sexual come-on, and then stopping it. I found it very difficult to control myself. But I knew that if I failed to do what she wanted I would be out on my ear. There was no doubt that she was in control, and calling the shots.
I immersed myself in work, and eventually managed to put her out of my mind. I worked through the morning and only paused briefly for a lunch snack. I was back at my laptop early afternoon when I heard the tinkle of Jane's bell. Now what did she want?
I trudged through the house to find her. Eventually I found that she was on the patio at the rear of the house. It was a gloriously sunny and warm day. She was lying on a recliner, wearing a bikini. It was dark red, just about big enough to cover her bottom. I could see no more as she was lying on her stomach. The color contrasted with the creamy light gold of her skin. Yet again I was impressed by just how beautiful and glamorous she looked.
The house has a large garden and is not overlooked. The position was very private and perfect for sunbathing. I cleared my throat.
'Hi Jane. You tinkled your bell.'
'Ah there you are John! Be a honey and get me a nice long glass of juice, with ice, will you?'
I did as she bid, and returned shortly, giving her the glass and sitting down beside her. I had made a drink for myself too, which I sipped.
'Thank you. You're a sweetie!'
'You're welcome.'
'How's work going?'
'I've made good progress.'
'Well, if you'd like a break, you could spend a few minutes out here with me. Give your brain a rest.'
'Thanks.'
Although I was not finding my time spent with Jane restful. Usually it was disturbingly arousing.
'You could do something for me while you are here.'
'What would you like doing?'
'My back could do with an application of sun lotion. Do you mind doing it?'
Good grief, I was being invited to touch her! Of course I didn't mind.
'It would be my pleasure Jane.' I took hold of the bottle.
'Undo my top, would you?'
'Yes, you don't want a line.' I unclasped the bikini top.
'I usually sunbathe topless. But I saw how disturbed you got this morning and thought I had better calm things down.'
'Oh. Okay.'
I began slowly to apply lotion to her shoulders and neck, caressing her flesh.
'Hmm, that's nice. I suppose you must think I am playing a bit of a game with you.'
'Well, yes. But you're in charge, you make the rules.'
I moved my hands to the tops of her arms.
'You see the thing is, you are a very attractive young guy.'
'Gosh, thank you.'
'And it is very flattering for an old lady like me to find she can turn you on!'
'Lordy, Jane, you are not old! You look much younger than your age. And you are a very beautiful lady.'
'Why thank you, you are gallant!'
I moved my hands down her arm to her wrist, and then shifted my attention to her other arm.
'I suppose the other thing I am doing is testing you.'
'How are you testing me Jane?'
'To see whether or not you keep your promises to Emma.'
'Well I have haven't I?'
My hands had returned to her back. I poured more lotion along her backbone and began to spread it around softly. She sighed.
'Yes, you have. So far.'
'Are you going to tempt me further?'
'I may do. You have no idea how wicked I can be.'
'I'm beginning to get a good idea.' I had completed her back and reached the top of her bikini bottom. 'Do you want lotion on your legs?'
'Hmm, yes I do,' she purred.
I started with her ankles and moved up her legs. There was silence as she appeared to relax completely. I did the tops of her thighs up to her crotch very slowly and thoroughly. Was she becoming aroused? I know I was.
She turned over and stared at me quizzically. I gazed at her flat smooth tummy and her erect pink nipples.
'Can I trust you if I let you do my front?'
'I don't know.'
'Would you like to?'
'Yes.'
'Okay.'
I applied lotion to the remaining parts of her arms, and then to her legs. I was able to pay a lot of attention to the tops of her thighs. I was tempted to touch her bikini where it covered her mound. She sighed again.
Then I poured some lotion onto her tummy and slowly applied it, moving up to her rib cage. Then at last there were only her breasts left to be done. I applied more lotion to my hands. Her eyes were closed. I took a breast in each hand and smeared it with lotion. Then I squeezed and pulled on her nipples. Leaving my hand on her left breast I leaned over and began to kiss, and suck her right nipple. Then I bit it gently.
'God that's nice,' she murmured. She squirmed around. Then she opened her eyes.
'You must stop!' she sighed.
I didn't want to.
'I am afraid you must stop. This has gone too far!'
'Jeez!'
'I know, I am sorry. I need to work this out. But for now we must stop.'
So I stopped. She lay back and lit a cigarette. I sighed, and she handed me the cigarette. I don't smoke but I took a long drag on it. God, I felt frustrated.
* * * * * *
At 7.30 that evening I was dressed as required in a conservative white shirt and black linen trousers. Jane appeared wearing a low cut violet sleeveless top with a short black jacket, tight black shiny trousers and matching high heels. She had simple gold earrings and a gold chain. She looked terrific.
'You look stunning.' I said.
'Why thank you kind sir.' She sucked her finger and looked thoughtful. 'I wonder if I should get you a cap if you are to be my chauffer.
'
'Whatever you want.'
'I know.' She smiled to herself. Then there was a slight frown. 'Whatever I want as long as it fits with Emma's Rules.' She sighed.
'Emma's Rules?'
'Yes, you know. What Emma made you promise.'
'Ah. Yes. Those rules.'
'Any way, that still gives me lots of scope. Come on you can escort me to the car.'
As we walked demurely to her Merc, she put her hand briefly on my bum, before I opened the car door for her. When she was in she lit a cigarette as I got into driver's seat.
'Do you want one?' She smiled at me.
'No thanks.'
'Well at least share this one.' She handed me the ciggie and I took a drag on it.
'Where to?' I started the car. She gave me the address of our top local restaurant, and I set off.
'It is an expensive do with all proceeds going to charity. I shall be seated next to some fat wealthy business man!'
'Oh dear. You look fantastic. All the men will be after you.'
She smiled.
'I think I prefer younger men.'
It was my turn to smile.
'Yes Jane.'
'Don't get cocky, or I'll have to punish you.' She put her hand on my thigh and let it rest there. Then she sqeezed. 'I might have to punish you any way.'
'Good grief Jane, I'm trying to drive.'
'Hmm!' she moved her hand away, and stared through the window. Then she looked across at me.
'If this evening becomes unbearable, I'll text you to collect me. Otherwise come at 11.'
'Okay.'
We arrived at the restaurant, and I opened the door for her like a good chauffer. She smiled, licked her lips and gave me a conspiratorial look before marching through the doors. What was she thinking?
When I got home I fixed myself some food, checked my emails and then settled down to wait. I thought I would watch some tv, but there was nothing much on the main channels. So I investigated the cable stations. I found the porn channels without too much trouble, but it was all fairly soft stuff before 10. Then I found a much more explicit, much more hard core programme. It featured a 'cougar', a mature and sexually aggressive lady. She had big tits and was not particularly beautiful, but very sexy. She was giving blow jobs to two young guys, before fucking both of them. It culminated in her pulling on a strap-on and fucking one of them up the bum.
Well all of this was well beyond my personal experience, but quite a turn-on nonetheless. I was settling back to enjoy it when my mobile phone bleeped at me. I had a text message.
-Come and get me now.
It was Jane. I had to collect her immediately. I rushed out to the car, and set off.
I parked by the restaurant and went in. I found my way to where her group was seated. Indeed they looked like the wealthy middle-aged, some of them laughing raucously. Then I spotted Jane and caught her eye. Her jacket was in her hand as if she was about to put it on to go. She made her way erratically to me.
'Thank god you're here,' she hiccupped. We headed for the car, with her holding onto my arm and me holding her jacket. She was a little unsteady. I got her into the car and put the seat belt round her. She giggled as my hand brushed over her breast. Then I moved round to the driver's seat.
'Straight home marm?'
'Yes John, quick as you like.'
I started the car up and set off.
'That bad, huh?'
'Oh it was not unexpected. I get fed up of being pawed and propositioned by sweaty fat slobs.' She hiccupped again. 'The wine was good though. I sampled quite a lot of it'
She lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled and handed it back to her.
'One guy kept on commenting on how tight my trousers are whenever I stood up.'
'Oh dear.'
'He said it looked as if I had no knickers on under them.' She hiccupped again.
'Oh, eh well...'
She squirmed round in her seat and pointed her bum at me. Her trousers molded her buttocks deliciously, and she did look as if she had nothing under them.
'See! No knickers!'
'Okay.'
'It's a thong. Doesn't show.'
'Ah.'
'You disappointed?'
'You look fantastic, whether it's knickers, a thong, or nothing.'
She giggled and put her hand on my thigh.
'I've decided something.'
'What's that?'
She began to move her hand slowly up and down my thigh.
'What's permitted. Within Emma's Rules, I've decided what's allowed.'
'What's that then?'
Her hand was moving around on my thigh, and all in all what with the porn movie and Jane, I was getting turned on again.
'You'll see.' She leaned over and placed her mouth near my ear. She blew cigarette smoke into it and then stuck her tongue in.
'Wouldn't you like to know?' she whispered huskily.
'Yes Jane, I would.' I croaked. Her hand was still on my thigh and moving closer to my crotch. I moved my hand over and put it on her thigh.
'Oh no you don't!' she said, pulling my hand off, slapping it and moving away from me to the other side of the car.
'That's naughty. I'm in charge and I decide what is allowed. It's my rules.'
'I thought it was Emma's Rules now.'
'It is. It's Emma's Rules and Jane's Rules now.'
'Both?'
'Yes.'
'They all seem to include teasing John.'
She laughed and hugged herself.
'You've got it. I can be outrageous, and you have to do as you are told.' She put out her cigarette.
She looked at me and ran her hand down the side of my face, purring.
'I think you enjoy it,' she said.
'Maybe, but it's pretty frustrating.'
When we arrived back at the house I opened the car door for Jane and escorted her into the house. She was a little wobbly.
'Go put the car in its garage,' she said and disappeared into the cloakroom. I did as I was bid and returned a few minutes later. I was standing in the hallway when I heard the tinkle of Jane's bell summoning me to the sitting room. I went in and Jane was lying on her tummy on the couch.
'Ah John,' she said 'fetch the whisky and some glasses for us.'
I did as I was bid, returning to find that Jane had the television remote control in her hand and the tv was on. I poured whisky into the glasses for us.
'Well you've been a bad boy.'
'What?'
'I turned on the telly and it was tuned to the porn channel.'
'Ah, yes, well...'
'Is that what you watch when I'm away?' She sipped her whisky.
'Well there was nothing else worth watching. Besides Emma didn't say I couldn't watch porn.'
Jane laughed.
'That's a good answer!'
We looked at the tv screen. There was a buxom blonde giving a blowjob to a young guy.
'It says this is called MILFs and studs,' said Jane, 'I know what a stud is. I cant quite recall what a MILF is.'
'It stands for Mum I'd Like to Fuck.'
She clapped her hand in delight.
'Is that what turns you on?'
'Yes Jane, in your case it is!'
'Good, good. And there is also a thing coming up with a cougar in it. Is that an animal programme?'
'No, a cougar is a sexually aggressive woman who has her wicked way with younger men.'
'Hmm. Does that turn you on too?'
'Yes,' I said and gulped my whisky. Jane laughed loudly.
'Oh it is fun learning all these embarrassing things about you. Does what is on now turn you on?' She took a swig of whisky.
'Yes.'
'Does it turn you on as much as I do?'
'No. You're the biggest turn-on.'
'Why thank you. We'd better not tell my beloved daughter Emma.'
'No.'
Jane was still lying on her tummy on the couch. She wiggled her bum.
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'Ah, well that would be a great turn-on.'
'What do you think now?'
'It looks as if you aren't wearing any.'
'Or a thong?'
'I can't tell.'
'Do you want to know?'
'Yes.'
'How are you going to find out?'
I looked hard at Jane. Then I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard. Then I placed my hand on her buttocks and began to move it slowly over her bum.
'I can't feel any knickers,' I said huskily. She murmured as I ran my hand between her buttock cheeks, prizing her legs apart, rubbing on her arse. Then I moved my hand away and placed it on the flesh of her back where her top had come away. I began to slip it under the waist band of her trousers and to move it down to her bottom.
'Not yet!' she said, pushing me away and standing up in front of me. She took a swig of whisky. Then she slowly pushed her trousers down to reveal briefly her naked pubic area. She had shaved off her pubic hair! Then she abruptly pulled her trousers back up and sat down.
'No knickers or thong?' I said.
'No, I took it off. In the cloakroom.' There was a pack of cards on the side table, which she picked up. She set out the first two cards.
'The ten of clubs, that's yours. And the queen of hearts, that's mine. So you get the forfeit.'
'The forfeit?'
'Yes. Take off your shirt. And your shoes and trousers.'
I did as I was bid, and stood before her in my underpants and socks. She giggled.
'See, that's not fair. You're wearing undies and I'm not.'
I looked at her. Then I pulled off my socks then removed my underpants. My cock was liberated and it jumped to attention, as I stood naked before her. She reached out and took my cock in her hand.
'That's better. I like your body.' She slowly rubbed my cock. 'Do you like that?'
'Yes, Jane.'
'So help me off with these things.' She held up her arms and I pulled her silk top over her head and off. Then she removed her black bra. Her nipples were hard and erect. I kissed them hungrily, licking and biting. She sighed.
'I've decided that oral sex does not break Emma's Rules,' she hiccupped, and drank more whisky. I think she was getting drunk.
She stood up and wiggled out of her trousers. She was naked apart from her high heels. I gazed at her. She was exquisitely beautiful with her golden skin, firm breasts, thick blonde hair, and smooth hairless body.
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