Friends For Life
Ethel Blakeney was an elderly spinster who retired at the age of sixty from the civil service on a nice pension. Ethel was talented and played the piano very well; she took a great interest in the arts and often went to concerts or the theatre. Ethel had a few close lady friends but she had not often sought male company for a good few years and was a confirmed spinster.
It was in the french evening class that she met John Smithers a single young bachelor of thirty five who lived with his widowed mother Dorothy.
Ethel and John struck up a close friendship very quickly both having an enduring passion for classical music and the arts. It was a platonic relationship of mutual admiration;John would often sit and listen to Ethel’s playing his eyes shut his foot keeping time.
“That was exquisitely played Miss Blakeney I love Chopin so sad and yet so beautiful.” He had the habit of calling her Miss Blakeney feeling somehow she was his senior, certainly she was a good thirty years older and he did admire her so. Indeed Ethel Blakeney was a fine elegant figure tall and slim with a musical voice; she spoke with a clear refined english accent and her laugh was bell-like.
“You flatter me John,” she said smiling and lifting her long white smooth fingers from the keys.
Ethel walked into the kitchen to make coffee, “have you been practicing that piece I gave you let me hear it please dear boy.”Ethel came back into the sitting room and place the coffee on the table and stood behind John listening.
“A big improvement John well done let me play it through for you.”
John listened, “my goodness I wish I had your touch, ” he sighed.
“Have you ever had a lady friend John?” Ethel smiled at him and she noticed him colour slightly.
“No not really I’ve just never hit it off with ladies except you that is,” he seemed a little tongue tied.
“I hope I haven’t put my foot in it dear boy your not gay are you? not that that makes any difference to our friendship.”
John smiled, “no but I’ve never really met the right girl, getting a bit old now,” he laughed.
“Tell me John between ourselves what do you do with your libido? your young handsome and fit, is it not a bit of a problem for you ?”
John looked a bit embarassed, “oh I get by and I have other interests to divert my mind.”
Ethel looked at him and laid her hand on his arm, “don’t get me wrong I had not considered altering our relationship its just that I’m fond of you and care about you.”
“I know you do and you are a good friend,” he placed his hand over hers and gave a momentary squeeze.
“You know John I’m a woman of the world and I’ve seen a lot of life so if you have any hang up my ear is always open. Sexual matters won’t shock me I understand the power of desire and the drive of lust,” she looked wistfully into his eyes and smiled.
After this John decided to unburden his heart to Ethel things that he had kept to himself for years; desires and lusts he had bottled up until they drove him to distraction. She had become more than a mother figure and he knew inside himself he could trust her with his soul. The great tragedy was that Ethel was so much older than him for in her he felt he had met his soul mate.
“The fact is Miss Blakeney I suffer with various fetishes which prevent normal relationships developing.”
“Call me Ethel please John I won’t be offended we know each other too well to be formal; can you be specific about these fetishes?”
“I’m rather ashamed of them,” he said colouring slightly.
“Silly boy you can’t shock me, come along lets have a full confession.”
“Ladies panties and underware arouses me,” John spoke quietly and looked at the carpet he felt as if he was baring his soul and it was painful.
“Are you a transvestite John?”
“Oh no I don’t want to wear them I just want to feel them, smell them, touch them, hold them, see them on a lady.”
“Have you ever had any sexual thoughts about me John? don’t be shy I won’t be shocked and I will tell you about my own secrets.”
“Yes I have but I would not want to spoil things by exposing you to my dirty mind it would not be fair.”
Ethel opened a draw and took out a silver vibrator: it was about six inches in length but quite slim she handed it to John.
“Its my personal friend just touch the button.”
John felt a gentle vibration.
“Now the slide, move it forwards slowly,” as he did so he felt the intensity increase it almost felt alive in his hand. “Now you know about me don’t stand on ceremony tell me about your fantasies especially those involving me our friendship will benefit by frankness John we are adults,” she sat expectantly waiting.
You were the headmistress of a large grammer school and I was a boy in the sixth form. You seldom taught but spent time in administration and running the school and you were looked upto by pupils and staff.
There was a sixth form girl called Angela who was a very pretty flirt and a bit of a tease. I had asked her to show me her panties and she had reported me to the teacher, who sent me to you for punishment.
“My what a vivid imagination you have John go on then what happened ?”
I knocked on the door of your room, you were sitting looking very austere behind a large mahogany desk, you looked over the top of your glasses– just as you do– and motioned me to stand infront of the desk.You walked to the door put up the engaged sign and locked the room.
“I understand you have been making indecent requestes to girls is that correct young man?”
“Yes Miss but I won’t do it again, it was a silly mistake in the heat of the moment, I will apolgise it won’t happen again.”
“Thats hardly good enough Smithers you will sit under my desk until I have decided what disciplinary steps to take.”
At this point in the narrative Ethel burst into laughter, “oh john you are quite incorrigible, it won’t do you will now be seeing the head mistresses knickers.” John laughed with her,” its only a dream I do realise it could never really happen but its so sexy thats the thing about it,”he continued.
From below I could see the headmistesses legs and shoes her skirt being neatly around her knees and tucked under her chair.
To my amazement I saw her hands come down and fold back her skirt to reveal her knees which she then opened about three or four inches. My heart missed a beat just what was going on was the headmistress inviting me to look up her skirt?or was she testing my self control?
Another great peal of laughter came from Ethel, “good heavens John what a dream is it really true or are you kidding me?”
John smiled, I’m glad you like it but it gets a bit naughty are you sure you wish to hear anymore?”
“Oh you can’t stop now I’m absolutely rivited don’t be shy tell me the whole thing.”
“I could not resist the temptation without touching her I peeped up to see she was wearing stockings and red nylon panties.”
Ethel was in hysterics,” I haven’t got any red ones,” she fell against him laughing a loud, “go on you saucy boy.”
“I just had to touch them so I put my hand carefully between her open legs and touched her crotch; she made no sound or objection I moved nearer and slid my head gently, ever so gently, between those long stockinged legs until my lips touched the red crotch and there I rested. Oh it was heavenly I could smell the beautiful aroma of her wafting through those panties I was surrounded in her it was wonderful and she did not seem to mind at all. So there I sat totally contented for about ten minutes inhaling her scent occasionally kissing her panties; until she called me out and smiling sweetly she said,”did you enjoy that Smithers?
This was too much for Ethel she almost burst her sides, grabbing the surprized John she hugged him hard and kissed his forehead, “you lovely wicked boy well well I’m so surprized,” and they looked at each other with laughing eyes.
These mutual revolations seemed to draw the friends closer and they kept company more frequently enjoying their shared interests and conversing at a much more intimate level than previously. That is not to say the were lovers, but they were very close going out often and sitting in Ethels flat while she played the piano.
Ethel popped into Dorothy Perkins and she looked at the lingerie selecting for herself some red panties and long sixteen denier stockings;she planned a little surprize for John one evening. This idea had germinated in her mind when using her vibrato; her normal mental image of a powerful muscular dark-haired man making love to her was replaced, occasionally, by the thought of John kissing her panties as she stroked his head.
She smiled to herself as she hung a neat printed label over her spare room door ‘HEADMISTRESS’, she had pulled the desk up and set everthing in position.
“John I want you to follow me to the back room in five minutes I have a surprize for you.”
John unaware walked to the back room which he had never entered and then he saw the notice. His heart leapt in his chest, his mouth went dry, he felt nervous, but he prepared to play his part. He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Ethel sitting behind her desk: she was perfect, her hair was pinned up, she had shadowed her eyes, and blacked her eyebrows she looked at him over the top of her glasses, a piecing angry look then she stood up and motioned him to enter. Ethel was dressed in a dark top with a neat pleated loose dark skirt and black high heels. It was mind-boggling and John swollowed hard he could hardly believe it was the same woman.
“What have you got to say for yourself Smithers?” she said this without a trace of recognition it was perfect acting.
“I’m sorry Miss it was just a slip I meant no harm she was teasing the boys Miss.”
Ethel walked over to the wall and unhooked a cane which she ran through her hands, ” get under my desk immediately boy before I cane you go on under,”She poked him in the ribs, “you dreadful boy I will decide on your punishment.”
Ethel sat down and exactly true to the dream she allowed John to look up her skirt. John could hardly believe his eyes when he saw red nylon frilly panties a wave of love and pleasure swept over him he caressed and kissed her knees slowly sliding his head up between her legs nestling his nose into her crotch. Ethels juices were already flowing and the wetness touched is nose so he put out the tip of his tongue to taste her fragrent juices.
Ethel began to move to his licking motion and then he heard her voice say,”take them off Smithers and get your nose in there.”
Gently and assisted by Ethel straightening her long legs he drew the panties down and carefully manovered them over her feet replacing her shoes. Ethel drew her legs up and placed them over his shoulders giving him a full frontal view of her aroused fanny.
It was beautiful long smooth labia and masses of curly grey black hair especially around the top where her clitoral hood peeped out like a small fleshy mantle amoung the forest. It was the feast of a lifetime for John and he sank his mouth into her slit with relish drinking in the juices breathing in the sweet fishy aroma of her arousal. After about ten wonderful minutes he felt a hand come down and he drew back to see Ethel insert her vibro, “you use it,”she said in a husky voice. So with Ethels thighs resting on his shoulders he worked on her with the vibro moving it around inside her open vagina, watching fascinated by her round clit swollen and wet licking up her juices as they spread onto her long slippery labia. Ethel began to groan, “ooohhh aahhhh oooo,” John held the buzzing vibro and at the same time fastened his mouth over her throbbing clit, tonguing it as he brought her to a climax which must have lasted about two or three minutes.