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A Date With Karen
A Date With Karen
So after sneaking out of the back door and stealthily exacting myself from the estate I made it home while the buses were still running, the nearest shop had shut but the cash machine was working, the bus driver was unimpressed that I only had a £10 note but there wasn’t much option. When I got back home I had a friend request waiting on Facebook from Karen. Over the next few weeks we exchanged messages and I noticed her liking some seriously old posts and I did have a dig on her page, divorced no c***dren as he already had them, as well as her sister, now married with 1 k** in their early teens.
One morning on my way home from work I got a message from Karen asking when my next days off were, I told her and she asked if I wanted to do something with her, I thought about it and suggested we go to The Lowery in Salford as I’d not been in ages, Karen replied with “you in an art gallery? Forest Friends, Beazlebubs and Jonathan Pie, and you want to go to an art gallery? ”
“Yes, I can also make obscene gestures at the BBC and Granada studios as they’re on the other side of the docks”
“That sounds more like you. What time should I pick you?”
“No we can get the train and do a bit of the tourist thing through Manchester, lunch at the central library, then get the tram to Media city and do the gallery.”
“You’ve done this before?” She asked,
“Not that way but I’ve done similar trips yes.”
“Okay, you have a parking permit so I can leave my car at yours?”
“I need to get it back off a mate of mine but yes” I replied
“Get it or you’re paying the £35 fine, see you next week, 9.30 at yours. Be up.”
“I’ll set an alarm.” The conversation ended.
The morning arrived and my insomnia had kicked in so I’d been up since 3am, on the plus side I got the house cleaned even dusted, changed my bedding, got a bath, teeth brushed and dressed smartly in a shirt and pants.
Karen knocked on my door just after half 9, I unlocked the door and handed her the permit, then looked again at what she was wearing, she had a pair of oxblood doc Martin boots on with what I assumed was black tights, a calf length skirt that buttoned down the front and a white blouse, she turned and bent over putting the permit on the dash of her car, sticking a leg out to counter balance as she leaned giving me a glimsp up the skirt of her shapely legs. She came out with a folding umbrella, ‘in case it rains, it is Manchester after all, anything it can go in?” She asked waving it at me.
“Come in I’ll find a bag,” I grabbed my work bag and put it in,”could you grab the 2 bottles of water out of the fridge, please?” I asked as I put the battery pack and phone charger in the bag, Karen handed me the bottles and I put them in as well. “Anything else to go in?” I asked.
“Yes , just a sec,” she inched her skirt up over her knees and higher, revealing stocking tops and suspenders and a tiny, white g string which she shimmed out of, bending over she handed it to me.
“Maybe your better off putting that straight in the washing machine? ” I managed to say.
“Which is where?”
“Follow me,” I took the underwear and went through to the washing machine, Karen took it off me and bent over and put it in the machine, she stayed bent over and pulled her skirt up, the belts drawn tight over her arse as she wiggled her bum at me, I walked up behind her and spanked one then the other cheek, then kissed them both, “unless you want me to fuck you right now you’d better pull that down.” I said.
“I’m loving the idea of winding you up today, and later on tonight you can take my anal vaginity.”
“So,” I said getting on my knees behind her “you want me to fuck you right here?” I licked around her tight little hole and she shivered and drew away.
“Oh yes, but only if you’re good today, ooohhhh!” The last gasp came out as I pushed my tongue into her tight bum.” Oh God ! Fuck that’s good!” One hand was clamped to the back of my head, she lent on the washing machine and her other hand was rubbing her clit, it didn’t take her long to reach a climax, panting” fuck me with your tongue, ram it harder, push it deeper!, fuck me faster with your tongue!”,her knees gave way and she sagged to the kitchen fall, onto her knees the skirt running down the back of her thighs, Karen took a minute or two to get her breath back ” have you done that before?” She asked looking over her shoulder at me.
“Not like that no,” I replied, ” but I’m looking forward to hearing you swear like that again later. ”
She leaned forward and kissed me, ” I’m looking forward to it as well now. Go and wash your face though and brush your teeth.” I disappeared upstairs and did as she asked, and when I came down a few minutes later Karen was stroking my old black cat, “careful now she’ll shed on you and you’ll güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri not get rid of the black cat hair all day.”
” I think I can live with that, she’s a sweet old girl,”
“No she’s a grumpy bugger, but the idiot over does have a tendency to trying to mount her and gets a face full of paw a lot. Anyway train.” We headed out to the station and found the train I’d planned on us getting was cancelled, so we ended up on the crowed Victoria train. I took advantage of this by holding Karen tight against me and she responded by pushing back and feeling my erection.
She took her phone out and started texting me.
Shame I can’t do something more here
I’m liking what you’re doing. I sent back.
I’d take you in my mouth and suck your cock before sucking on your balls and wanking you off till you cover my face in your hot cum.
I leaned forward and whispered, ” there is a toilet on this train” Karen turned and grinned
“Not a chance, I’m a respectable woman.” She replied as she ground her arse against my cock.
And I’m currently getting massively turned on by sexting you here, she sent.
Our journey was cramped, hot and sweaty till the train got to Salford Creasent and most of the passengers got off, we moved up to the centre of the car where the seats face each other and sat down, Karen opposite me, swishing her skirt and giving me a glimsp of her thighs and higher,
“Nice to get some space,” she said spreading her legs a bit and smiling at me, “so now what’s the plan?”
“Up to Afflecks palace, over to cafe Nero then down Canal Street, pay our respects to Dr Turing , and still lunch and then tram, can drop Afflecks if you don’t want to do that?”
“I’m 48 years old and I’ve never been in there, of course we’re not dropping it. ”
“It’s not as good as it used to be, lot more main steam but there’s a few great places still.” I said, the train didn’t take long to reach Victoria, and we made our way up the stairs and out through the new concourse, following the tram tracks up Shued Hill and round the back of the Arndale centre, we walked up to the back door of Afflecks Palace and the tight stair case.
“Talk about a metaphor ” Karen joked as she looked up. “How many floors?”
“3 I think, it’s been a while.” I said prodding her to go up the stairs first, I made sure no one was following and took an upskirt picture Karen posed for a couple more, and made me promise not to share them. We got to the top floor and worked our way down alternating the front and back stairs between floors, the one goth shop left Karen kicked me out while she bought something, telling me “you know already you’re having me tonight, let me have this to surprise you”, so I went and bought a card from the shop next door for my step mums birthday and mooched around while I waited for her. After 10 minutes she found me and put a paper package in the bag,
“Don’t touch? ” I asked
“Don’t touch.” She replied, looking sternly at me, before giving me a warm kiss, we snaked around the last couple of floors then headed out, up through Picadilly Gardens and out along the tram line to the station, over the canal and down the famous Manchester Canal St.
“You ever been at night? ” Karen questioned me.
“I’ve never even been drinking in Manchester after 4pm , so no.” I replied, as we strolled in the sun light, the small garden came up on the left, “over here,” I said crossing the bridge and entering, the Rainbow Garden, “walk on the path, as most of these green spaces used to be church yards and there could be a lot of graces under foot.” Karen looked at me with her brows furrowed.
“You’ve brought me to a grave yard? You sure know how to treat a lady. Where’s the guy you want me to see? ”
“Dr Turing, the man responsible for your phone. “I said as we followed the path up to his bench with the apple. Karen read the sign, then several of the others to the gay and trans people killed for being who they are. She took me by the arm and didn’t say anything for 5 minutes, “. . . So why take me there? ”
“Because everyone should know about him , his work shaved years off the war, literally without him I wouldn’t be here, my grandad would have died in Stalag Luft 8 B and never met my grandma. If I can take a minute to thank the guy when I get the chance I should. ”
We talked about what our grandparents had done in the war as we made our way to the Central Library and got lunch, then the tram to Media city, we walked around the dock in Salford to the Lowery and then went in a couple of hours later we came out, Karen genuinely interested and surprised by how much she’d enjoyed it, we made the mistake of going into the mall and I kept my mouth shut about prices , but I could see her fingering labels and looking at price tags and raising her eye brows, tipobet giriş she guided me out onto the water front.
“They do know I can get everything in there 15% cheaper in the centre don’t they? The same shops are selling the same stuff up the hill!”
“Yes they know, turn around,” Karen turned and saw the BBC and Granada studios buildings “,idiot surcharge, it’s still cheaper than London so they aren’t complaining. ”
“So , you’ve fed me, you led me around the shops and back streets of Manchester, enlightened me in more ways than one, now take me back to your place and don’t take your time.”
We made our way to the tram stop and went up to the St Peters Square, heading down to Oxford Rd station. I’d noticed as the day had gone on more buttons had been undone on her skirt and a flash of thigh was visible as we walked side by side. Again the train was packed and we pasted the time messing around with each other, Karen turned around at one point and rested her head on my shoulders, and guided my hand between her legs, we couldn’t get to carried away on the train though as there were plenty of people about, turning into my street I saw one of neighbours, “shit , it’s my neighbour, he didn’t see us turn the corner we can fake it, turn left here, head for the second chemist. ”
“What? Why? That guy with the wheeled walking frame? Why?
“Okay you know how up to a month ago you’d do this if you saw me?”
“Yes, still not getting your point.”
“He’s the person I do that from, guys only in his 50’s, he’s a sex pest and a drunk and frankly I’d rather not expose you to frankly how disgusting that man is.”
“Thanks, I think, so what we buying here?”
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead. . . May I have some of your most hard working moisturiser please?” I asked the woman behind the counter
We left with a pot and I looked out of te door to see the neighbour had only just reached the corner and still had a way to go, I walked across the road and slowed down keeping an eye on hI’m as he ever so slowly made his way up the street. “Okay come on.” We made it to my front door without him seeing us, I unlocked the door and let us in, “I also nailed his then girlfriend right up against the front door while he was on the other side of it.” I admitted with some shame.
Karen looked at me, the door , the window in the door and back at me, “it wasn’t that door it was a solid wooden one that you had to lift and twist the yale lock to open.”
“Okay , and he didn’t know,?”
“I don’t know for certain, his ex may have said something about it to him, but he never said anything to me. . .”
“What did you do to her?”
“Well they knocked on the door, I opened it , she asked me if I wanted anything from the shop, I said did, I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her in, forcefully shutting the door in his face. I pushed her up against the door and kissed her.”
“Roughly?” Karen interrupted
“I wasn’t gentile ”
“Show me, do to me what you did to her.” She ordered.
“Okay, but you’re both taller and lighter than she was.” I pushed Karen up against the door kissing her hard, one hand in her hair, my other hand down at her skirt undoing the buttons so that it fell around her feet, I moved her over to the wall and Parted her legs and undid my jeans and pushed my dick inside her, one hand up her shirt inside her bra, one hand on her clit, I came quickly as did she. We got our breath back,
“And then what?” She asked
“I gave her a couple of quid and asked her to get me a bottle of Irn Bru from the shop. That time was longer, it was a real quick with her.”
“Well up until you in the kitchen sex had been in the bedroom on a Saturday night and my ex husband wasn’t exactly adventurers.”
“So I guess 50 shades of grey passed you by?”
“Yep.” We kissed and moved away from the door, I picked up the discarded skirt and passed it to Karen, who took it and her package out of the back and put the skirt straight in the washing machine, “bathroom? ” She asked and I told her where to go, following her bare bum up the stairs , so she put a little extra wiggle in her walk for me, she closed the bathroom door and I went into my bedroom, I pulled out a few ties and tied them to the bed, frame , leaving one on top of the book I was reading at that time. I turned and closed the curtains, as there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” I asked
The door was thrust open and Karen stood there in a corset, stockings and suspenders, “who do you bloody well think it is?” She came in gently , more rigid than her normal movements.
“You bought a proper corset didn’t you?”
“Yes I did. ” She grinned at me
“You’re having trouble breathing aren’t you? ”
“Yes I am”
“Come here and let me take it off you, and next time buy a basque, they have theses sensible clips at the front that tipobet güvenilir mi make them easier to take off. Although,” I laid back on the bed and moved took my pants off, dick standing to attention, “it’s had the desired affect” I sat back up and unlaced it before she took it off, and turning slowly around her nipples hardening and I pulled her close, sucking one then the other and grabbing her bum,
“Okay, face down on the bed,” I ordered, Karen looked at me then got onto the bed on her hands and knees, I took 2 of the pillows and put them under her stomach and moved them a bit lower, “face down, arms above your head,”again she did as I asked and I tied her hands together, “legs down so your on the pillows,” she did as I asked and I tied her legs up as well, “you okay, comfortable? ”
“I’ve not done anything like this it feels good in a way, do I get to tie you up at some point?”
“Of course, for now I’m going to blind fold you next and have my wicked way with you, if at any time you want me to stop choose a safe word and say it.”
“What should it be?”
“Something that you really wouldn’t say during sex, but is easy to remember. And tell me what it is, this isn’t something that you keep to yourself.” I explained.
“Okay, well Boris Johnson springs to mind, if I say Boris you’ll stop and untie me?” There was some worry in her eyes.
I smiled and I kissed her, “of course, this is pointless without trust” I put the tie over her eyes and tied it around the back of her head.
I moved onto the bed, stroking her sides, with finger tips and nails , moving around onto her back, I kissed the base of her neck and then bit but not to hard,slowly working my way lower, she has a number of freckles on her back, I kissed each one on my way down her back. She moaned and pulled and moved around, I knelt behind her her sex open and exposed, red and glistening from the sex earlier, I kissed her arse and she pushed back against me, moaning, I licked around her hole and slowly eased a finger in her tight bum, I licked it and pushed it in again, slowly, Karen pushed hard against my finger as I slowly fucked her arse, I pulled my finger out and sucked it again,adding a second finger and pushed both in slowly, Karen gasped again louder this and pushed back again. “Oh yes , another put another in there, fill me up please!” She begged, I grabbed the moisturiser and put some on my fingers then added a third into her tight hole. “Oh! oh! oh ! That’s so good, I’ve not felt this before don’t stop, faster, I squirted some more moisturiser on my hand , Karen gasped at the coldness of it on her hot skin as a fucked her arse with 3 fingers, I spanked her arse with my other hand and she cried out in pleasure and clamped her thighs shut, I spanked her again and she started moaning into the bed “don’t stop, again , spank me again, harder fuck me faster with your fingers make me cum! Bastard make me cum!” I spanked her and brought her off with my fingers, she sagged onto the bed and got her breath back . I moved my head lower and started kissing behind her knees, working my way up to the stocking tops where I nibbled her thighs , slowly I moved back behind her, this time I put some cream on my dick before I put it against her tight arse, Karen pushed back tensed up,”ooohhhh! Slowly, please.’ The head was just pushing in her tight tight arse “oh God yes! Of fuck it feels massive! Slowly. More cream” I pulled the tip out and applied more cream then pushed it slowly back in, her arse was tight for about an inch and a half before she relaxed a bit ,gasping and panting as more went in “oh fuck! Is it not all in yet?! Oh fuck this feels good but weird, how is it for you?” She gasped
“Tight and hot and you talking dirty is an amazing turn on”
“Fuck my arse you, fuck my arse and do what you want, fuck it hard and fast! Spank me! ” She ordered with some relish.
I started slowly and got faster and faster, Karen came twice as I fucked her arse hole, when I shot my load she had her 3rd orgasm , coming hard, shaking and falling off the pillows,we were both out of breath, I untied one leg and she’d already got her hands free , we pulled the duvet up and cuddled in the warmth.
After I’d got my breath back I jumped in the shower, Karen followed a couple of minutes later dressed in an old t shirt and a pair of joggers.
“You do know your neighbour was in her bedroom watching me walk to the bathroom, I only noticed as I shut the door. And she’s naked!” She slipped out of her borrowed clothes and joined me under the spray. “Does she do that often?”
“What?” I asked so soaping her back.
“Don’t go lower it’s tender. Get naked and stand at her windows. ”
“She has been sun bathing naked before .” I replied trying to be sound as none judgemental as I could. “This is not anything I’ve encouraged in any way shape or form, if she’s naked I can’t control it.” I worked on her shoulders to help her relax.
“Good, no getting worked up over your naked neighbour , as big as she is. Okay that’s good.”
“Well that’s the next date sorted, I’ll give you a full massage.”
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