Taking Grace Freeman

Taking Grace Freeman 1

I was 21 years old, left home, a school drop out drifting from job to job since the age of sixteen, never settling in one long enough to get anywhere in life, always only earning just enough to run a car and get by, just.

And so, another job, here I was, a teenager working in a gas station. One of the few that are not a self service station and now, after just a week, my job was to fill the customer's tanks, check oil if asked and take the cash or cheques.

Just myself, it was a small filling station and I worked the early to mid afternoon shift, busy during rush hours but quieter later.

It was late morning on a warm partly cloudy early summer's day I first saw her. From the office cum shop I looked up from a certain magazine I was reading as a mid sized Ford saloon drove onto the garage forecourt, stopping by one of the pumps. With undisguised boredom I rose from my seat to stand by the door just as the women driver got out of the Car.

From where I stood I reckoned she was probably middle aged, maybe in her early forties or late thirties, a lovely redhead. As she was standing on the other side of the Car from me I could only see her head, shoulders, and, to my delight, a very large pair of tits pushing out from her light yellow summer dress. She was my kind of woman, tall well built, but far from overweight.

She was in fact the statuesque and beautiful mature woman of my many wet dreams and now she was walking around the Car to the rear, where the petrol cap was situated on that model, behind a spring hinged license plate.

Now many customers just stay in the Car, waiting for you to serve them, why this particular lady did not, I don't know, it may have been better for her had she done so. Whatever she now looked across to where I stood and gave me a friendly smile in anticipation of service, smiling back, aware of my heart beating a little faster, I made my way across to her Car.

Sometimes, not often in life, but just sometimes, when you least expect it, elements conspire to allow you a moment of pure joy. There came, to my utter delight, one such moment. I was maybe 10 or 15 feet from her, the tall redhead bent over, her hand reaching to pull back the spring hinged license plate. At that very moment the sun came out from behind a cloud. Suddenly, the angle of the sun against the light summer dress, now pulling against her buttocks turned the thin material almost totally transparent, my heart, already beating fast, was now thumping wildly against my chest.

Tights and panty hose have succeeded the appeal, to most women anyway, of stockings and suspenders or garter belts. But, right at that moment it was clearly apparent this lady was having none of it. That marvellous summer sun was giving me, to her obvious ignorance, a wonderful viewing of her transparent black lingerie. Her bra, panties, suspender belt and black stockings, all clearly presenting the milky white skin beneath, even down to the perfect milky globes of her buttocks.

It was, at that time, the most wonderful sight of my young life. I had seen naked women for sure, for real and in magazines of course. I had a girlfriend, I had seen her naked. But something about this woman, something about that moment made this very special.

Then she was standing upright, turning to me with the now removed petrol cap.

Thinking back, I still don't know how I dragged my eyes from this luscious beauty and removed the petrol delivery hose from the pump before she saw my obvious discomposure. I did though manage to bend over and place the hose into the filler, certain I must have sounded weird when asking how many gallons she required.

The words, ‘fill it up please' floated down to me. I turned around, lifting my face toward her and nodding in acknowledgement. By now she had moved and was remarkably, once again standing in that direct sunlight, only this time the front of her body was face on to my eyes.

Bent over as I was, I was suddenly face on and only a couple a feet away from her midriff, to my utter delight I found myself looking straight through both the dress and the transparent panties to the wonderful spectacle of her beautiful cunt

Cunt? Yes, her cunt, because this beautiful redhead had carefully shaven off her pubic hair until just a small triangle remained, the apex of which, pointed deliciously down toward that bare cunt!

And, most wonderful of all, she was innocently unaware of either the trick the sunlight was playing on her, or of course, my fantastic view of her wonderful shaven cunt.

By now of course I had one hell of a hard on and, when the Petrol delivery was complete it was a struggle replacing the hose before making my way back to shop. Fortunately the woman walked in front of me, once again blissfully unaware of her generous offerings!

Somehow I managed to accept payment and wish her good day with ought arousing any suspicion from her. But, for the rest of that day, and for long afterward, she occupied the very hub of my existence, in short her face, her body, her cunt lips, all were embedded in my memory, instantly available to my minds eye. Every available moment I found myself fantasising about just what I could do with this mature beauty If ever I had the opportunity and, needless to say, my cock stiffened at the prospect, throbbing violently until I was able to lie down, close my eyes and picture her whilst my hand did the job her cunt was made for and my spunk shot high and hard from my cock.

It was a couple of days later, whilst having an evening beer that I could contain myself no longer. Jimmy had long been my best friend, we drank together, went out together, dated girls together. It had been Jimmy who had first introduced me to the bondage magazines he regularly obtained ‘in town'

To say I was hooked straight away would understate it, and Jimmy, seeing this, soon had us chatting and discussing the subject, it was, yet another bind to our friendship and soon we were discussing our perfect ‘bondage subjects'.

At that time we had not approached our respective girlfriends on the subject, mainly because Jimmy's ideal ‘subject' was his older sister. My though was for some reason older women and at that time my fantasy was the older Barmaid in the pub where we drank.

Now though, that had changed and that evening I could not but help tell Jimmy of my experience at the filling station. Jimmy nodded, smiling wisely as if in secret knowledge whilst I recounted my experience, my cock stiffening yet again as I pictured her.

‘What sort of car was it' asked Jimmy when I finally fell silent.

‘A blue Ford' I replied. Jimmy was now smiling broadly and nodding his head.

‘Mrs. Freeman' he eventually informed me. ‘Christ Will, she is married to the Manager of the Timber factory where I work, they live up the lane just past your filling station Will, probably a regular there, I should think you will be seeing her most weeks to fill her car. I must say she is one hell of a looker for her age though, she drops off old man Freeman at the factory quite a bit, never gets out of the Car but you can see her big tits easily enough looking down from my office window and unless she wears some special sort of bra she certainly scores big time in that department Will!.' In fact I have met her a few times when old man Freeman had my carry things down to the car for him.

By now my mind was working overtime, the thought of seeing ‘Mrs. Freeman' (she was now more than just ‘She') on a regular basis had both good and bad connotations.

On the one hand I could fantasise all I wished, on the other, what use is constant fantasising; all you would do is wank yourself silly! But Jimmy had also mentioned she lived up the long lane just up the road from where I worked.

‘So Will' said Jimmy interrupting my train of thought. ‘And just what would you do with your Mrs. Freeman if you were given the chance?

Jimmy was openly asking me to reveal the bunch of jumbled thoughts I had been deliberating for the past two days, I wondered if I should tell him, but of course we both enjoyed the same type of sexual fantasies and so I told him, I told Jimmy exactly what, given the opportunity, I had planned for Mrs. Freeman.

Jimmy listened intently, clearly fascinated by my ideas, his hand opening rubbing his crotch whilst I gave him a complete run down of all my thoughts about a get-together between Mrs. Freeman and myself.

‘Well' replied Jimmy ‘that's some fantasy Will boy, I love it!

Then he leaned forward, we were already sat in the quietest area of the Pub but Jimmy now whispered in conspiracy. ‘What you don't know Will, is that old Man Freeman spends weeks away at a time, in America and Canada on business leaving the lovely Mrs. Freeman all by herself in that big lonely house!'

I leaned back in my chair then and slowly exhaled my breath.

‘Think about it Will, she must be gagging for it, dressing in that fashion, I reckon your ideas are just perfect but you couldn't do it on your own, so lets both of us work on it. She's not really my perfect woman Will, but I cannot stand old man Freeman, he's always having a go at me, he's a racist, hates the blacks and acts the ‘I'm Mr. Big around here' so I can find out when he's going and help you by getting the things your going to need and maybe I will watch you fuck his wife! That would be revenge enough for me, every time I look at him I could think of his lovely wife sucking your Cock Will, maybe even mine, who knows!' Jimmy sat back, laughing. I joined him, careful not to overdo it and arouse suspicion in others.