1. Paddy gets a wake up visit. Part 1.


    Date: 5/27/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: WobieTide, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    myself to look away and invoked the Lord to deliver me from evil and let me not be led into temptation. Tina finished making the coffee, placed some cakes from the plastic shopping bag on a plate and brought them back to the coffee table between the armchairs, her jeans moulded itself perfectly to her shapely thighs as she crossed one knee over the other after sitting down opposite me. Then, as she leaned forward to take a cake from the plate on the table, her ample chest pushed out the front of her T-shirt, revealing the swell of her upper breasts spilling over the cups of her bra underneath. All much more clearly visible beneath the taut fabric of the garment, at close proximity. The lace of the bra was of such delicate constitution, it failed to completely suppress her nipples which were denoted by a discernible bump on each T-shirt clad breast. My invocations were being sorely challenged! "Help yourself, Mr Murphy" she said pleasantly and my penis began a slow ascent to full erection for what must have been the first time in ten years. I had to shift myself in my seat and adjust the wide end of my tie strategically in my lap to conceal the extent of my sexual arousal as I leaned forward to take a cake and my cup of coffee. I was once again in my Sunday best suit trousers, shirt and, thankfully, wide tie, but I had left my suit coat hanging in the wardrobe. "So now, Mr Murphy" she said "You know all about me from last time, so why don't you tell me all about you." So I ...
    did. I spoke of my childhood growing up in Ireland, meeting my wife, Martha, in England when I went to work there as a young man, although I omitted my struggles with alcohol dependency. I told her about my two children, Oonagh, my daughter and my son Sean, but I didn't mention that we were estranged or why. In truth, at the time I didn't know myself. As per our previous visit, we chatted easily and comfortably about a whole range of topics and even shared a laugh or two on discovering that our senses of humour were similar. My own sense of humour had been so long suppressed, I would have considered it beyond resurrecting, yet here I was for the first time in many a long year enjoying a laugh in the most unlikely of company for a man of such advanced years. By the end of the hour long visit we were so comfortable with each other that she pecked me on the cheek as she was leaving. She hadn't replaced her jacket and her T-shirt clad breasts with discernible nipple buds pressed against my chest through my thin shirt as she leaned in to kiss my cheek. My penis, which had subsided during the course of the visit, given the innocent nature of the topics discussed, began to stir again. As I watched her swaying backside all the way down the corridor, it quickly grew to a throbbing erection by the time she turned the corner at the end. She would be coming back for her last visit the following Thursday and my awakening desire was tempered by the knowledge that she would soon be returning ...
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