Business or Pleasure?

I did and found myself positioned perfectly between her parted knees, still drawn up either side of me, with her heels on the bed. Supporting myself on my elbows, I slid easily into her and she arched her back with the penetration. She was moist and warm and tight for me. I slowly moved further into her until I was full length and felt my pubic hair against her labia. My testicles were rubbing against the back of the girdle as it came below her bottom and was now taut behind her raised thighs. I kissed her lips as I reached high inside her she kissed me back; this time with a deep tongue kiss right to the back of my mouth so that we could both taste her juices. She rested her tongue on the top of my mouth and I played with it, with my tongue. I began to move back and forth inside her and she put her hands down to hold my chest, and to pull and push in time with me. My orgasm built in just a minute and I held it off as long as I could, but soon it burst out of me and I flooded her with months and months of pent up sperm and juices. I collapsed onto her but still taking most of my weight on my elbows. She pulled me down to her breasts and I could feel their hardness and the fabric of the bra against my chest. We both relaxed as my penis withdrew itself and all my fluids gushed from her onto the bottom of her girdle and onto the bed.

"Oops." she said and giggled again, "Now I'll have to do some laundry."

"You're wonderful," I spoke almost in a trance with my eyes closed, "you feel amazing."

"And you know how to please me," she complimented me, "will you stay here with me tonight?"

"Of course; I want to be with you."

"And my girdle?"

"Everything and anything you want." It was my turn to giggle softly.

After a few minutes lying together, we got up from the bed and I helped her undress. First the 14 hooks of the bra, which I lifted off her shoulders from behind and reached round to cup her breast in my hands for a moment or two. She let me do it with no hesitation or sign of haste. Then I kneeled down in from of her and undid the suspenders. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done that; it seemed so long ago to be a different person in a different world; not me at all. I did them all and she sat on the bed whilst I pulled the stockings slowly down her legs and off her toes, laying them on the bed beside her. I could see right up into her labia and the smooth wet pinkness of her vagina, still dripping with both our juices. Then she stood up and I unzipped the girdle, and the five hooks underneath it. Before I could take a hold she turned over the cuff waist and pulled the girdle down by herself, until it rested on the floor. She left it there and stood to hold me again. She took hold of my right hand and pushed it between her legs. I cupped the warmth and the wetness. She did a clever little movement somewhere in her body, and my palm was filled with our juices. I was surprised because I'd never had such an experience, small and unimportant as it seemed. She took hold of my hand again and lifted it until it was level with her breast and then turned it, so that the contents ran down her cleavage. Then with both her hands, she spread our juices around her torso, before pulling me towards her again. We stood there for a few minutes, holding each other as our juices trickled between us and started to dry on our two bodies.

After that, she showered and so did I, for the second time that evening, and we put out the lights before going to bed. In the night we made love again, totally naked, and we talked. I learned a little about her divorce and told her about mine. She wanted to be held and caressed gently, so I stroked her breasts and ran my fingers through her hair, which she liked very much. He touched my face and my penis and my bottom, without necessarily requesting more sexual activity. She just wanted to be close and feel cared for.

"Aren't you put off my girdle and things?" she asked me at one point.

"No; the opposite. I've spent many years - maybe 30 years - looking for a woman who would wear such things and be with me. Why? Have you had problems in the past?" I asked her.

"Oh yes," she replied, "Boyfriends as long as I can remember always asked me to take them off. My husband did, too, although he seemed to like them at the beginning. It's one reason he went off me, I think." She was giving me more information on her divorce.

"Well, I like it very much and I like the way you wear them all," I said softly, "I'd be with you and buy you more of those clothes if you were my wife. When did you start wearing them?"

"I never stopped," she said, "When I was about 14, my mum took me to a shop and got me my first girdle. It was a light flimsy thing but I liked the feeling and the support. It was a panty type, you know? I think I was the only girl in my class to wear support undies, but I liked it and I didn't go to school in it. It was for evening and weekends. My mum was quite old fashioned; she was 43 when I was born, so she had ideas from the 1950s and 60s."

She went quiet for a few moments, as if remembering her mother. Then she said, "After she died, and I left home to go to university, I bought more and different styles. Since I graduated, I've worn the firmest styles I can find. Are you sure you like them?"

"What can I do to convince you?" I asked, "Shall I buy you some more?"

"You can't do that; you're a stranger to me. Really, I don't know what came over me tonight, but you're a lovely man and so good to be with. Thank you for being good to me - for pleasing me. It's been such a long time."

"More tomorrow, if that's your wish," I replied, "I'll stay here with you as long as you want me."

"Thank you. A couple of day?" she snuggled up to me and then seemed to startle suddenly.

"I'd better wash that girdle. Let me out. I'm sorry."

She got up and took the girdle to the bathroom, and I followed. I watched her wash the garment and helped her to dry it a little inside a towel, and then I hung it with the retractable drying cord through it, that was available across the bath.

She dried her hands and wrapped them round me again, and the urge came over us both a third time. We went to bed and enjoyed a few more pleasures together.

The next day, she dressed in another girdle which I put on her; a different style but just as firm and with another long bra over it. It had four flat hard bones spread over the front, over her abdomen, from the waist to just above the middle suspenders. The zipper over her left hip was reinforced by flexible bones up either side of it, and there was a balancing pair on the other side over her hip bones and into her waist. At the back, there were two very long flat bones from the top edge near her bra band, all the way to the bottom edge of the girdle, to where the back two suspenders attached. I put one hand in the small of her back and my other on her tummy, and pressed gently. The took an involuntary intake of breath and I could tell that this girdle was almost rigid. The bra overlapped the top edge of the girdle and added to the tightness and rigidity at that point around her waist.

She wore support stockings because we'd be walking a lot. They were so smooth and tight on her; almost like girdles for her legs. We spent the day around Cambridge and I showed her some of the sights; King's College, the river, the Mathematical Bridge at Queens', the Fitzwilliam Museum. All day we held each other and wandered round like a happy couple, which we were. She was muffled up again against the wind and the chill, but I knew what she was wearing underneath and I was on the point of erection all day.

At the end of the day, we had dinner and went to her room again. She said to me, "Come back in half an hour. I want to show you something else that I think you'll enjoy."

When I got back to her, without my shoes, socks or briefs this time, she was dressed in the same satin gown as the previous night. She let me untie the bow and open it, to reveal a severe zippered all-in-one with six suspenders to her support stockings. This all-in-one had bones down the full length of the back, at the sides under her arms and down to the suspenders, and at the front under the bra cups to the bottom edge. A zipper ran from between her breasts, almost to the bottom edge at her groin.

"That looks firm," I said, "is it comfortable for you?"

"No; that's the point of my underwear. I can feel it all the time and it controls me. Haven't you worked that out by now? This one is the firmest I've got and it really controls me. Do you think we can make love in this?"

I put my hand again in the small of her back and pressed gently on her tummy. This corselette was ferocious in its firmness and the way it held her body.

I stood back a pace, as if scrutinising her and her corsetry; which in fact I was, and took off my clothes at the same time. I went round the back of her and saw that the corselette reached right up to the line of her shoulders. Almost to the nape of her neck. She was encased in it from her shoulders to mid thigh and the only skin visible on her torso below her shoulder was the one-inch gap at the top of her stockings. Then the tight stockings went all the way to the carpet. She was imprisoned in her underwear. I was surprised that she managed to put all of it on by herself. I decided to joke with her.

"Who helped you into this?"

"Very funny," she made a look of disgust, "it took me 30 minutes, didn't it, and I was alone, wasn't I?"

"Sorry," I said and looked contrite, hanging my head like a little boy.

"Come here," she said and wrapped herself round me again, "Well, do you think we can?"

The feeling of this corsetry got me erect within two seconds. The firmness and the smoothness were amazing. It was hard to believe that she could tolerate it for very long. She tugged me towards the bed and we lay down.

She was right; she couldn't open her legs and the corselette came so low on her thighs that it was like reaching up into a tunnel of corsetry. A bone-lined tunnel. I played with her, with my fingers and tried to get my lips to her labia but it wasn't possible.

I propped her legs up, with her heels on the bed, and tried to get through that way but the tunnel was simply too long. We tried a number of different positions on the bed but all proved impossible unless we took off the corselette and I came close to suggesting it.

"Do you think we could......," I started but she interrupted me again.

"Don't even suggest taking it off. I want all the excitement while I'm inside it. OK?"

I nodded and pondered how we might do it. Then it came to me. I turned her over and made her kneel up. Then I pressed her head down to the pillow. I took hold of each knee and prised her legs apart as much as I could. Staring up at me was her vagina and labia, glistening and suffused. I reached with my hand and cupped her between her legs. Then I lay on my back the bed, raised myself on my elbows and got my face between her legs and then I could lick her. I knew then that, if I could lick her, I could penetrate her. And so we did that. She with her face in the pillow and me toying with her and then filling her.

She mewed like a kitten into the pillow and came another massive orgasm as I tongued her, squirting my face and shoulders with her ejaculation. I don't know what her juices were but they weren't urine and they tasted delicious.

Then I filled her with my erection and plunged into her whilst kneeling behind her and gripping her waist. Then I pressed down on her shoulder blades to make her torso into an even steeper angle. The corselette held her rigidly and I could feel the firmness of her figure inside it. She couldn't move very much but she rocked backward and forward as I plunged and soon I felt my orgasm building up in me and I shot the whole day's load of juice and sperm into her.

I held onto her waist again and then onto the back suspenders as I tried to stay in her as long as possible. She kept still as well, and we just stayed there waiting for things to subside. When I came out of her, the same rush of juices came again and flooded down my thighs and onto the bed. She collapsed sideways and reached out to me with one arm. I lay down beside her and put an arm over her.

"Lovely," she whispered.

"Amazing," I whispered back.

We've been together since. I'm in heaven. Girdle heaven, with a beautiful sensual corseted woman. Life's started over again for me.