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Snow on the Roof

bySlipLuvver©

Danny was on his way into town one Tuesday morning to visit the bank and do a bit of shopping. Normally he would have gone in his car and parked in one of the multi-story car parks however it had gone into the garage for its annual service so he was forced to use the bus instead. There was only one other person waiting at the bus stop when he arrived, a lady in her early sixties. He didn't know her but had seen her around the local shopping area a few times. She had dark hair styled in a smart page boy cut which was turning naturally grey towards the ends and she was dressed in a white pencil skirt which rested just above the knee and a grey jacket fastened with a zip. The skirt had a slit of about six inches at the back and the two sides of material slightly overlapped. Her legs were clad in natural tan coloured nylons and she wore a pair of navy blue flat slip on shoes with an imitation brass buckle. She also had a navy blue handbag across her shoulder and held a leather wallet containing her bus pass. She said nothing and just smiled when Danny arrived and stood looking down the road in the direction that the bus would come from.

Although it was late June and officially Summer, it was very chilly for the time of year and a stiff breeze blew up the street. The bus stop did not have a shelter so there was no respite. Every so often, the breeze would catch one of the skirt flaps and lift it slightly revealing the tantalising glimpse of three inches of lace at the hem of a milky white slip resting just an inch or so above the skirt hem line. Danny couldn't help but keep having a glance and more often than not he was rewarded. They had been standing at the stop for nearly ten minutes by this time and she kept glancing at her watch.

"Have you been waiting long?" He asked.

"About five minutes before you came," she said, "I just missed one, but there was supposed to be another one at twenty past but it hasn't come yet. Since they changed the timetable a few months ago, they are not very reliable."

"I normally use the car," Danny said, "But it's in for a service today so I'm having to use the bus."

"I can't drive, I never learnt," said the lady. "My late husband used to, but since he died I have to use public transport."

Her words trailed off into deep thought and Danny didn't press her on the subject any further. Instead he tactfully changed the subject.

"I hope you don't think I'm being rude, but that's a nice slip you're wearing. It's so nice these days to see a lady who knows how to dress properly."

She smiled and Danny could see her cheeks blush slightly.

"Thank you," she said.

"Do you mind me asking if it's a full slip or a half-slip?"

She turned to him and shot a very stern look.

"That's none of your business," she said coldly. "I'll thank you for saying no more about it now. You're beginning to embarrass me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Danny said wishing the ground would now swallow him up. There was still no bus and she continued to look in vain down the road for signs of one. A mother and her young daughter had now joined them and they all stood in silence. Danny had been there nearly fifteen minutes when the bus finally arrived and he had one last glimpse of slip as the lady stepped from the pavement to the platform of the bus. She took one of the few available seats downstairs but he opted to go to the upper deck as there was more room. The journey into town was event free and his last view of her was when she got off the bus at the stop before his and walked down an alleyway leading to the market.

Danny visited the bank, bumped into an old work colleague and had a coffee with her and had a mooch around the shops before catching the bus home. There was one at the stand but it pulled away just before he got to it. Luckily this time there was another one waiting and he sat midway down on the lower deck. A few other people also boarded and the driver was just about to close the doors and move off when the slip wearing lady stepped on board. She had her handbag over her shoulder and two plastic carrier bags full of groceries, one of which had a broken handle. Although there were plenty of spare double seats available she came to Danny's and asked if he minded if she sat there.

"No, it's fine," he said hunching up his seat.

She sat down with a large sigh and placed the two shopping bags and her handbag across her lap trying not to dislodge anything.

"Are you having problems?" he said, eyeing the bag with the broken handle.

"Do you know I'd only just got outside the shop when the handle broke, but there were too many people inside to go back and get it changed so I struggled down here with it. I just hope I can get it home without any more mishaps or else I'll lose half my shopping." She replied.

"Here, let me take it for you," said Danny. "It'll be one less thing for you to worry about."

"Oh thank you, you are so kind," she said, passing him the damaged bag. "Look, about this morning, I'm sorry if I was a bit offhand with you. I was annoyed at having missed the bus and having to wait so long for the next one. I know you were only paying me a compliment even if it was a somewhat unusual one."

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have pressed you. You're right. It was none of my business. Let's forget about it now." Danny replied with a smile.

Actually, forgetting about it was almost impossible as the front of her skirt had lifted slightly when she handed him the bag and he could now see around an inch of lace peeking out from under the hem. She didn't seem to notice and they spent the rest of the journey chatting about things in general, with Danny sneaking the odd glimpse now and then. He had no shopping of his own so when they got to their stop, he carried the broken bag back to her house for her. It was only a few streets from where he lived so was not out of the way. She unlocked her front door and went in while he waited on the doorstep ready to hand over the broken bag when she returned. She was only inside for a few seconds and when she returned, she asked him if he would like to come in for a coffee.

Danny had nothing planned; he lived alone having been divorced for a few years, so he accepted. He stood in the kitchen chatting while she packed away her groceries then she put the kettle on before unzipping her jacket and hanging it on a peg near to the front door. She wore a red short sleeved blouse underneath which matched nicely with her skirt.

"What's your name?" she said, spooning some coffee into a mug. "I've seen you around, but I don't think I know you."

"Danny Beresford".

"Oh. Daniel's my son's name too. I'm Kath. My husband was Roy and I have an elder daughter Suzanne. Our family name is Crawford."

The name Suzanne Crawford name rang a bell and after a few more questions Danny learned that her daughter and his sister were in the same class at school together and had even been to each other's birthday parties. Both were now in their mid-forties and her son and daughter both lived some distance away so she didn't see them or her grandchildren as often as she would like.

"Can I make you some lunch?" she offered. "I was going to do a quiche salad. I've got too much and it will only get thrown away."

"Well, I don't want to put you to a lot of trouble, but okay. Thank you." He said.

"No trouble," she said. "It's nice to have someone to provide for. I think there's some wine open as well. It's only a cheap bottle of Liebfraumilch but it's okay."

Soon they were sitting in the lounge, each in an armchair with a tray of food and drink on their laps. When they had finished, Kath cleared the empty tray away and they sat sipping the wine. Danny's chair was about ten feet away and almost opposite to hers and he could see glimpses of the slip once more. She noticed his glances.

"Do you like slips?" she said, "Is mine showing again?"

"A little," He said, "But not too much."

"That's the problem with this skirt, it rides up too much," she replied. "I don't wear it very often. I prefer fuller ones. Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Do you like slips?"

"Yes, I do as a matter of fact, especially on the right lady," Danny admitted, blushing slightly. "I meant what I said this morning; it is nice to see a lady who dresses properly but I don't believe many do any more. As far as I know, my mum still wears them so does my sister when she wears a dress, but my ex-wife and my daughter don't."

"It's something I was brought up with," said Kath. "My mum wore them, and my grandma, and my daughter also. I find that they help my clothes hang better, but it's very difficult these days to buy nice ones. I have to shop on line a lot."

The wine must have been taking an effect as they we continued their chat about the practice of slip wearing. After a few minutes she stood up.

"You know this morning, you asked me if I was wearing a full slip or half-slip?"

"Yes," Danny said cautiously.

She said nothing more but took a step or two towards him. Her hands went to the waist band at the back of her skirt. The hook was unfastened, and then the zip and slowly she manoeuvred the skirt past her hips towards the ground. Acres of soft white material spilled out followed by a good three inches of lace hem. Danny sat there speechless as she stepped out of it and tossed it into the chair she had been sitting in then unfastened the buttons on the front of her blouse, revealing another two inches of lace around the bust area and thin ribbon straps. The blouse then joined the skirt in the chair.

"Does that answer the question?" she teased.

"Oh Kath, it's beautiful." Danny was almost drooling with awe.

It looked shorter when seeing it in full. The lacy hem sat about four inches above her knee and Danny couldn't help but reach out and touch the soft sensuous material. Kath had her back to the lounge window and he could clearly see her accessories, all in white; a lacy bra, full briefs and a rather sexy suspender belt holding up her tan stockings. He stood up and started rubbing the material all over her, her breasts, her hips, her bottom, and her stocking tops. She was moaning gently with appreciation and he could feel a rising in his trousers. Soon, she had them unzipped and was on her knees alternately licking and sucking his cock and rubbing her hands along the ever stiffening shaft like there was no tomorrow. Slowly, he could feel the sap rising and eventually he came into her mouth and continued coming all over the front of her slip.

"Sorry," he whispered, but she just smiled and wiped the end of his cock with the slip. She stood up and unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, along with his boxers. Danny kicked his shoes off and was pulling the slip up and her briefs down. There was a large dining room table in the back part of the lounge away from the window and he sat her on it. Her briefs were now off and he could see her slit surrounded by a forest of dark hair which was already damp with anticipation.

Danny pulled the slip up around her waist once more and pushed her gently back onto the table. He gently inserted his tongue into the moist opening seeking the gateway to her inner lips and began to lick her. Her lips opened and her juices began flowing. The taste of her milky cum was like nectar to a honey bee. The moans got louder and louder and his tongue probed deeper and deeper until he succeeded in bringing her to a fantastic orgasm. Her slip was covered on the inside this time by her own cum, as was the linen tablecloth on the table.

She sat up and slid off the table to her feet. She pulled the slip over her head and tossed it with the rest of her clothes in the armchair then she unhooked her bra freeing her breasts and it too joined everything else. Her tits were gorgeous, big and round with no sign of sagging and already the nipples were standing taut. Danny squeezed them and rolled them and then began to lick one teat whilst tweaking the other with his finger. After a few minutes, he swapped teats but this time instead of tweaking the free nipple, he inserted his fingers into her glory hole and masturbated her to orgasm once more.

Eventually, they broke free and collapsed onto the sofa. Danny's cock was still aching and wet with her cum. Her pussy hairs were saturated with his and she was breathing heavily.

"Are you alright, I wasn't too rough with you was I?" He said, slightly concerned.

"No, I'm fine. Look, I'm sixty-six and there may be snow on the roof but there's plenty of fire in the grate as you'll find out in a minute!" Kath responded, breathing a little easier.

"Afraid not, I'm going to have to go and pick my car up before the garage closes or else I'll have no car for work tomorrow." Danny said as he stood up.

Kath sighed and reached over to the armchair and pulled her cum soaked slip from the pile and wiped his cock dry. The gentle silkiness briefly stimulated him once more and she mopped up the overflow with the slip.

He quickly dressed and kissed her long and hard on the lips. She looked a fine sight, hardly a hair was out of place yet all she was wearing were her stockings and suspenders, and still rather bizarrely her shoes also.

"You'd better see yourself out," she said, "It wouldn't do for the neighbours to see me like this!"

Danny laughed and kissed her once more and left the house giving thanks. Firstly that she'd missed her bus, and he'd missed his return one, secondly for the broken carrier bag and third for her choice of clothing on that windy morning. Fate was a wonderful thing! She was over twenty-five years older than him and the mother of a friend of his sister's, but that afternoon became the first of many memorable encounters over the next few years.

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by horneyfox6908/21/13

Very nice, and at her age, it his nice to find a man that young that is willing to assist her is having organisms Of course he is not having a great time! LOL
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