* Bobby *

I had taken a part-time job up at an old people’s home and was just walking past the cemetery which was on my route when a hearse pulled up outside along with some other shiny black cars. I thought it would be disrespectful just to cut right through the mourners now bundling out from the cars so I waited to let them pass. As they did I saw the widow, a wide-faced homely looking mature woman with long brown hair shot through with grey. She noticed me as she walked past and shot me this smouldering ‘come-on’ look with a narrow smile and a saucy wink. I was shocked and couldn’t stop watching. The black dress she wore seemed tight and clung to her plump body emphasising a big bust and wide hips. As she walked away down the path I noticed that she had a good pair of shapely calves which looked sexy covered in sheer black nylon with seams running vertically up the back. In horror I realised that these thoughts were disrespectful to her deceased husband and forced myself to get a grip and walk past.

* Ray *

I barely remember my Uncle Tom. It had been many long years since I last seen him. I was a kid then and now I’m a 30 year old IT consultant. I recalled his first wife as a pleasant cheerful woman but she sadly passed away. Uncle Tom re-married a few years later, to aunty Beth to the general disapproval of the rest of the family. For one thing she was nearly 20 years younger than him and another they called her a black widow as she had been married several times before. A few years later and he had passed away. I gave my respects to her at the service and found her to be quite a pleasant woman with a large straight-sided face which was rather wide and ended with a small jutting chin. Her cheeks were prominent cheeks especially with every movement of her wide thin-lipped mouth that was covered in scarlet lipstick. Her eyes were small with grey irises and made-up with blue mascara, and sat either side of a long sleek nose. I think she was now in her late fifties and her skin tone reflected that although her chin was quite firm. Long brown hair peppered with grey was worn with a parted fringe then framed her face before tumbling down to a quite large chest. She was about 5’4 to my 5’9 and had a plump but not unattractive figure clad in a rather tight looking black dress. She smiled pleasantly and thanked me warmly for my kind words.

After the ceremony we all went back to Uncle’s house. Aunt Beth was sitting in an armchair speaking to someone while I was standing and making general conversation although I knew very few of these people. I just briefly looked over in her direction when we made eye contact. She smiled then crossed her legs. The hem of the black skirt slithered up a quite thick thigh beneath to expose a generous expanse of sheer black nylon all the way to a dark black band. I felt awkward and embarrassed for noticing yet the sight of her nylon-clad legs caused a primal reaction in my groin. At some other time or place it would have been a wonderful sight to watch, but this wasn’t it. I looked away hoping she hadn’t noticed me staring.

Yet it played on my mind and I couldn’t help but look back a few minutes later. She was still in conversation with a woman sitting on the sofa next to her, who hadn’t noticed Aunt Beth’s lack of decorum. Her eyes briefly looked around and saw me giving me a warm smile. Returning her concentration to her guest, I saw her hand surreptitiously hitch up the hem a bit more to reveal suspender belts running over quite firm looking skin. This time there was no mistake, she had done it deliberately and as if to reinforce it she briefly glanced my way again with what could only be called an inviting smile. Feeling myself flush I didn’t know where to put my eyes yet no-one else seemed to have noticed. Out of respect for my uncle, I tried to put it from my mind but it had taken root and I had to look once more. Feeling sinful, my eyes ran along her long slim shins with a thick well-shaped calve behind and along the expanse of her thick thigh which looked very sexy sheathed in sheer black nylon. She was now listening to someone else giving their condolences. Again her eyes flickered in my direction then away and back to her guest while her hand adjusted her skirt once more to give me another show of her stocking tops and suspenders while the person she was speaking with and everyone seemed oblivious to the leg show she was giving me. There is something about a woman with good legs wearing sheer black nylons especially stockings and suspenders. I had to admit that Aunt Beth had a sensational pair of legs for someone almost twice my age.

In a moment of weakness I yearned to run my hands over those long slim shins with shapely thick calves and thick firm thighs. With her stockings and suspenders on show, my groin stiffened and in shame I forced myself to look away before I had a noticable erection. For the next few minutes I tried to ignore what I had seen and try to make conversation with to the other guests but most ignored me and I felt left out. My eyes slipped back to Aunt Beth in the armchair. I saw with a strange mix of relief and disappointment that she had uncrossed her legs and was sitting with both feet on the floor. Somebody had set down a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of her. Her eyes were looking at me in that homely face of hers which made me feel uncomfortable. How long had she been looking? As if sensing my discomfort, Aunt Beth looked away to listen to the woman speaking to her. With a smile which I suspect was aimed at me, she leant forward for her cup. As she did the low neck of her black dress fell forwards giving me a look straight down the front to the soft mounds of ample female breast pressing up against each other to produce an impressive cleavage that suck in my gaze like a black hole. It was not until she sat back again with her tea cup and a wide knowing smile upon her scarlet lips that I realised that I had been openly gaping at her dangling bust. I am really shocked by the widow’s brazen behaviour and yet nobody else seems to have noticed.

It’s so wrong that she is flirting with me after her husband’s funeral but I can’t stop looking at her nylon-clad knee and calves. Again her eyes flicker over mine then back to the person sitting next to her with a smile while her hand once more slides the hem up to show me her legs. I know it’s wrong but her legs are really getting me going. No woman has ever flirted with me like this before. Hell, none I knew even wore stockings and suspenders. To take my mind of it and get away from temptation I went over to the buffet spread on the table along the side of the room behind where she sat in her chair. Having loaded up my plate I turned to find Aunt Beth looking at me over her shoulder with her arms folded in front subtly pushing the sides of her ample bust. The effect was that I had an awesome view of the profile of her big mounds which my eyes were just drawn into causing a series on strong contractions in my groin.

I know it’s not right and I go to the other side of the room to eat my food and clear my head. You’re Ray aren’t you? a soft warm feminine voice spoke behind me with a strong Scottish accent. I turned to find Aunt Beth standing there. Ur ... yes Aunt Beth I replied trying not to let my nervousness show or my gaze slip down to the neck of her black dress where two mounds of breast formed an eye-trap. You’re in computers if I remember right she said. It was IT but I didn’t bother to correct her. She had a broad comforting sort of a face. Maybe I’d been mistaken. Please call me Beth she said in a reassuring tone You know there is some computer stuff in the next room. Come and take a look and see what you want. Without waiting for an answer she took hold of my hand with a stronger grip than I would have given her credit for and led me out into the hall and into the room opposite. There was indeed a computer system, a good desktop system with a HD screen, laser printer and scanner amongst other stuff. Not bad Uncle Tom must have got this fairly recently I remarked with appreciation, the geek in me kicking in.

A sudden click awoke me from my reverie. I turned and saw Aunt Beth turn away from the door which was now closed and locked. She started walking towards me in a slow sensuous sway with a wide smile on her face that seemed almost predatory. Aun ... Beth what are you doing? I asked in alarm. Oh come on Ray she almost purred her voice dripping with seduction and doing funny things to my groin. You’re a grown man. I know you find me attractive her voice was almost smouldering. Actually I didn’t find her attractive, apart from the legs but I couldn’t tell her that besides there was some sort of raw sexual magnetism that oozed from this woman. Uncle Tom I began. Is gone she interrupted pressing herself towards me. I’m so lonely it was a statement full of yearning. I am a very passionate woman who has a lot to give her voice oozed molten sex. I tried to back away not knowing how to deal with such a woman. I need a man. Hold me comfort me her voice was sensual, tempting.

I backed into the computer desk and could go no further. I tried to keep my dignity and resist her appeal before it smothered me. Please Beth. You’ve just buried Uncle T ... I stopped gob-smacked as she completely lifted her dress over her hips. Wow! I found my dick stiffening uncontrollably at the sight. Good legs for a 57 year old aren’t they? she said. Wow great legs I gasped in lust. If the glimpses of her legs when she was sitting down was tempting now standing in front of me with the full length of both legs on show sheathed in sexy stockings and suspenders gave me a full-bore boner. Aunt Beth moved closer. My breathing got faster as did my heartbeat and I found myself heating up and feeling very warm as those sexy legs got closer. Yes you like my legs but what about these? she purred pressing the sides of her bust pushing up the big soft womanly orbs into a devastating cleavage. Orrrrr! I moaned my dick throbbing with lust. She might not look much in the face department but wow her sex appeal was very strong.