Templeton Place is just around the corner from Earl’s Court. Straight with tall Georgian terraced town houses on either side, several houses had been converted into a hotel and I thought that the most likely place to conceal an entrance to the secretive London Below which I was investigating.

Arriving early, I was disappointed to find the street quiet with few people going about their business. Maybe Kamiko had misheard the location [JIMP#33]. Further down I spotted a group of city types walking into a building. By the time I got there, another group had also entered. A plaque told me that this was a dental practice so it was just some people having an early morning appointment. Just then another group of suits walked past and through the door. As they did so, I noticed that some wore waders or boots under their trousers instead of regular shoes. “Need waterproofs” I remembered Kamiko telling me. Certain that I was onto something I decided to follow.

I entered a large reception area, which was divided by a chest-high counter into a small office area and a seated waiting area with a plasma screen showing scenes of coral fish life. The city slickers walked through and down a long corridor. I was about to follow when a voice made me stop. “Excuse me Sir. That is for authorised people only. You have to wait here until you are called”. The voice was quite low in timbre and authoritative. I turn to its source behind the counter to see a good-looking mature woman with blue eyes glaring at me through slender black-framed glasses. She is blonde with her hair parted in the middle with the expanse of forehead softened by a sweep of hair towards the corner of her right eye. Covering her ears, the hair falls softly to just above her shoulders either side of a long elegant neck.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked. “Er no” I replied as I approached the desk. Slim blonde eyebrows sat square with a long sleek nose. Her face is quite long and tapers to a small rounded chin with long flat cheeks that seem slightly pinched. Combined with a small thin-lipped mouth that remained tight, this made her look stern and authoritative. I found her quite elegant and slightly sexy looking with a sultry mature appeal. “I’ve just started work in the area and was looking for a dentist that I could visit during my lunch hour” I told her, thinking fast. “Then you need to register with the practice” she told me. I would guess that she was in her mid to late fifties. The sight that greeted me as I reached the desk, took my breath away. The receptionist was wearing a thin fawn coloured jacket over a tight black top with a very low neckline. Plunging dramatically in an elongated U over a very well endowed chest, the tops of large rounded orbs met in a deep cleavage. I knew I was staring but every time I tried to look at her face, my eyes kept slipping down.

“You need to fill in a registration form” she said as I struggled with my self-control. As she opened a drawer below the counter and started rifling through it, I couldn’t stop admiring the outline of the large package and how they stuck out dramatically in front of a slim waist. I’m not very good with guessing women’s vital statistics but I thought they might be around 40F. I mean they were large, full and rounded and packed a cock stirring cleavage. Retrieving a form and returning her attention to me, I quickly looked back at her face. Placing the form on the counter, she stood up and leant across to instruct me in how to complete it. I felt my groin tighten as large buxom mounds dangled in front of my face. I didn’t take in a word that she was saying, unable to tear my gaze away from her magnificent bust.

The clack of a pen on the counter top broke my gawping and I sheepishly took it and the form then sat down. I started to enter my details, but my eyes kept returning to the woman with the sexy chest, although sadly it was now out of view. More suits walked through. Just then two young women appeared to collect the other people in the waiting area. Each dental nurse wore a black wrap around cotton jacket and slacks with soft black shoes that resembled a Kung Fu uniform. The jacket edges were braided with white and sat asymmetrically with the flaps joined up on the left side with black toggles. My stupid imagination fantasised that these girls were trained to kick the arse of any patients freaked out by the sight of a dental drill.

An opportunity to follow the city types occurs to me. “Excuse me. Is there a loo I could use?” I ask one of the girls. “Yes Sir. Just down the corridor, first door on the right. Come straight back mind” she answered. I did my business then began to sneak down the corridor heading towards a door at the far end where I’m certain the slickers went. Just then a dental nurse came out of a side door, where I caught a glimpse of a dental chair and blocked my way in the narrow corridor. “I’m sorry Sir but reception is back that way. You have to wait your turn until called” she told me sternly. The young woman was in her late teens or early twenties with short pudding basin dark hair and a chubby face. She was about the same height as myself, 5’9” and very plump, although after my encounter with Kamiko [JIMP#33] I wasn’t going to take that for granted, especially in her Kung Fu suit. She escorted me back to the waiting area where the stern faced receptionist glared at me sourly.

I sat down to continue with the form providing St.Agatha’s as my work address dreading the call I would have to make to Gill Butcher for her help [JIMP#21]. The mature blonde stood up from her chair behind the counter. “There are no more appointments for almost an hour. Why don’t you come through here and I’ll help you fill in the form” she told me. Looking forward to spending some time close to the well-stacked good-looking woman, I accepted. The woman went through a door at the back of her office area and reappeared by a door in the corridor. “This way” she summoned me. I noted with appreciation that she wore a black pleated skirt that swished down below her knees. Below this her shins were covered in tan nylon, not my favourite, and black stiletto heeled shoes with sharp toes that made her seem over 6’, although I suspected that without them we would have been the same height. Although very buxom, she had quite a slim body and glared at me sternly through her glasses as she stood by the door waiting for me to enter, her mouth maintaining its sour look. “I’m Jim” I said, holding out my hand. “Sonia” she replied coldly, refusing to shake. I noticed that her blue eyes were ringed with a hint of black mascara and a touch of blue eyeliner. I loved the way that she looked at me over the top of her spectacles, it made her look like a stern but sexy schoolmistress.

I entered a rest room with comfy leather couches, coffee tables and a small kitchen area. I sat down and watched as Sonia closed the door then walked across the room towards me, her pleated skirt swirling around her long slender legs. “Now let me see what you’ve done to this form” she said. With one arm resting on the back of the couch and her right hand on the seat, she leant across to look at the paper. All of a sudden I found my face almost touching her big bust. “No I don’t think that will do at all. I don’t think you really came to register, did you? Are you listening or are you drooling over my chest?” she said. I wasn’t paying attention; my eyes were stuck fast on the fantastic stack before me. “I’m sorry?” I said forcing myself to look up at her face. “I think we’d better put this down and concentrate” she told me, leaning across to take the pen and paper out of my hands. Her tight black top brushed my face as heavy looking breasts swung as she reached forward to place the items on the coffee table in front of me.

The blonde caught me staring at her cleavage. “You’re a stalker. One of those men who can’t control their hormones. Do you really think that you can handle these?” with that she pulled down the front of her black top. “Orrrrr” I moaned softly. I had a close-up view of full rounded mounds of creamy feminine breast meeting in a deep cleavage that then plunged into a low cut lacy black bra. My groin lurched at the sight. “They’re beautiful” I exclaimed. “Not bad for my age you mean. Believe me, I’ve caught many a young man gawping at these” she stated. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare” I apologised feeling myself blush.

She didn’t say a word, just glared at me as she cupped the sides of her chest and pressed. Two luscious semi-spherical mounds formed in neck of her top, rising out of her bra cups so much that I could see the bottom of her breasts curving up into her cleavage. “You’re practically drooling. Is that what you wanted to see, stalker?” she asked harshly. “I’m not a stalker” I said unable to tear my eyes away.

She raised her right leg and placed her foot next to me. The hem of her pleated skirt rose up to show off a long nicely shaped calve and her knee. “Well you’re not really interested in registering with the dental practice. I can tell by the way you were sneaking around stalking me” she stated. I was about to deny it when she slid back the hem over a wide black band of stocking top and a hint of suspender belt. What a pleasant surprise. “Wow” I gasped appreciatively as I reached towards her knee. “Uh ah” she warned. “You do not touch me without permission”.

“Please, I’m not stalking you” I protested. WHUMP palms slammed into my shoulders and pushed me down along the couch. She looked feral as she crawled over me, placing a knee against my side with the other further back near my thigh. The skirt rucked around her thighs showing more stockings and suspenders. Like a predator who had trapped its prey, the sexy cougar leant over with the heavy contents of her low cut top dangling above my chest. It was hard not to stare down it. The cougar’s eyes smouldered, her stern expression dominant and assertive, her mouth in a sensual pout. “You are what I say you are” she told me. “Look at the lust in your eyes and that bulge in your trousers. You fancy me don’t you?” she asked. “Yes, I admit that I think you’re a very beautiful woman but I wasn’t stalking you” I told her.

“You want me. Well you’ve met your match this time. I’m too much of a woman for you to handle” she purred bringing her face close. I was really finding her increasingly attractive, an elegant mature beauty with smouldering sensuality. Quelling an overwhelming desire to kiss her, I felt her bust brush my chest and her crotch touch my groin, igniting its passion causing it to twitch spasmodically.

“I make virile young men get on their hands and knees and worship my feet. I drive them so wild with desire that they beg to touch me. I can make them cream their pants in mere minutes” she purred seductively. “I love doing that so much that I’ve joined ‘The Mature Women’s Boy’s Humiliation Club’ to punish youths who think women my age are past it. Not that you would have heard of us”. “Actually I’ve met one of your members, Min Jung” [JIMP#32,33] I replied trying to control the lust that was building up inside me. “That trollop. At least mine are real. I don’t need huge silicon implants to make a young man shoot his load” she stated drawing my attention to the large dangling stack. “Just look at you. I can feel it getting stiff. I bet you’d like to whip it out and stick it down there, wouldn’t you?” she purred. “Oh yes” I moaned.

Her face came so close that we were almost touching noses. “You dare try it without my permission and I’ll rip off your balls and wear them as earrings” she snarled then got off me and stood up. I had just gotten upright when a shoe slid between my legs and pressed against my groin. My eyes wandered up the foot, the long shin and higher as the mature vixen pulled back her hem to reveal a black suspender belt running over creamy skin. The tan stockings actually showed off her lanky slender legs very well. “A leg man as well” she said. “Look at how excited you are getting. Admit you are stalking me now before I completely humiliate you” she told me.

“I swear I’m not stalking you” I said, enraptured as she turned her leg to the side and adjusted her suspenders. “Oh you have incredible legs” I moaned. Long and slender, her legs had some shape to them that made them sexy. Long calves swept slowly from slim ankles to a nice swell with a hint of muscle. The hamstrings at the back of her upper leg had a nice solid bulge and there was a gentle sweep of thickness barely visible along the outside of her thighs. “I’m your dominatrix and you will grovel at my feet begging to kiss them” she said as she lowered her foot to the floor allowing the pleats to fall back into place.

“I’m not into whips and chains or feet for that matter” I told her bluntly. She whirled to face me, her eyes blazing. “I don’t need whips and chains to dominate you. I’ve got these” she stated. Feet apart, she lifted her hem to her hips, revealing both legs in all their glory. Incredibly sexy, sheathed in stockings, these were held up a black lacy suspender belt worn over matching panties cut high upon the hip. I got the full blast of her feminine charms and my dick went rigid at the sight. “Wow, they’re sensational” I moaned. “Come here” she commanded and before I knew it, I was on my feet.

I should have known better, her right leg twitched then “HAI!”. In the blink of an eye, a shapely leg shot into the air. Ouch! the hard sole of a shoe smashed forcibly against my jaw. My head was whipped back so fast that my balance was scrambled and I struggled to stand. “Ow that hurt” I cried as I rubbed my aching jaw. This vixen could really kick, and very high at that. The stern but sexy cougar turned side-on with her skirt still raised and the nearest leg slightly bent. “I drive young men crazy when they see these” she said. My eyes wandered appreciatively along their length, drinking in every detail. “Wow your legs are really sensational” I sighed, so rapt in admiration that she caught me off guard. “HAI!” the leg kicked forward then swiftly changed direction circling up high towards my head. I remember a brief glimpse of a thong-covered crotch before her heel bludgeoned my skull like a club. “Ouch!” I staggered under the force of the blow, my head reeling. “HAI!” a brief image of stocking top and panties as a lanky limb rocketed straight up crunching my jaw and snapping my head back so hard that I stumbled. A riot of stars and jagged bright lines exploded in my head.

“HAI!” a leg so sexy that it could make me drool fired out in a side kick that was just a blur of motion and hammered me hard in the gut. “Borrrpph!” air exploded out of my mouth as my diaphragm flattened. I couldn’t help it, but my body began to crease in agony. Debilitated I could only watch in horror as the mature blonde grabbed my shoulders and a nylon clad knee thundered into my sternum. “Nnnnn!” I groaned with the shock to the system. Still gripping my shoulders the knee shot up again, right between my legs cruelly crushing my erection. “...” I cried silently, unable to draw enough air into my voice box to cry in anguish. As I slumped cradling my aching balls, I saw the vixen’s compact buttocks in front of me as she turned away from me. Her skirt lifted and a nyloned leg rose in front of her, bent at the knee. “HAI!” I screamed silently as the foot hammered back towards my face. WHAM! my poor jaw almost dislocated as the shoe slammed into it, crunching my teeth together. I fell to my knees, my head spinning wildly, barely aware of the long legged minx stepping forward with her arm raised at chest height.”HAI!” the side of her hand chopped the side of my neck disrupting the flow of blood to my brain. The next I knew, I was on the floor.