1. Magic Wanda


    Date: 12/11/2014, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    she came back over five minutes later. “Right gentleman. I have Angel for you, Bambi for you and Foxy or Honey for you. They are our two older ladies free right now. Foxy is in her thirties, brunette with nice round boobs and very slim. Honey is in her forties, blonde, voluptuous and even bigger boobs.” “Honey sounds perfect. Thanks,” I said. “Okay boys, if you want to make your way over there to the back, Carla is waiting for you to show you to your booths. Enjoy it and remember, no touching.” As we made our way over to the back of the club, Dave turned round to us and gave us a twenty pound note each. “Have a good time fella’s,” he said grinning. “What’s with the grandma request though?” he asked, nodding at me. “Dunno,” I replied. “Guess I’ve always fantasised about older women. It’s the thought of them seducing me and sharing all their worldly experience.” “bl**dy hell,” said Ringo laughing. “You’re only having a lap dance.” At that moment we reached Carla who gave us a friendly greeting and led us to three separate booths. They were in the same room but were separated by thick red curtains. There were two bouncers in tuxedos at the entrance to the room. I sat down in the comfortable chair provided and waited nervously for Honey. I was twiddling with my thumbs when I heard the curtain move. I looked up to see Honey’s rear as she was pulling the curtain back across. She was wearing an open backed tight fitting gold coloured dress. Like all the other dancers, it was ...
    obvious she was wearing no bra and her legs were bare. She had on matching gold coloured high heels with criss-crossing ties round her ankles. She turned round and I froze. I was certain the woman I was starring at was my Aunt Wanda. I hadn’t seen Aunt Wanda in about eight years but even after all that time, I was sure it was her. My head was spinning. Had she recognised me? Would she recognise me now? Should I say anything? What the hell was she doing here? She looked fantastic, that was for sure. Definitely not out of place amongst the younger girls we’d been watching. If she had walked in and I hadn’t known her, I would have been delighted. I used to see her quite often when I was little, and I remembered fantasising about her quite a lot when I reached the age of ten or eleven. She always used to wear short skirts and tight tops and looked fantastic in a bikini. I used to try and visit as much as possible in the summer. She and Uncle Tommy didn’t have any k**s, but they had an outdoor pool, which was a rarity in England. She also spoke to me like an adult, not a little k** like the rest of the f****y used to do. I liked her even more because of that. All of a sudden, when I was eleven, she disappeared. My Mum told us she’d split with my Uncle Tommy, there had been some complications and we probably wouldn’t be seeing them any more. Even though she was Mum’s s****r and I was sad when she told me, I never questioned it. I don’t suppose you do at that age. She continued to walk ...
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