We had driven to Bassingbourne to attend my brother in-law’s passing out parade. Mark had completed basic training and we met up with the in-laws at the base. “Hello, Jim. How are you?” I didn’t get a chance to answer as my sister in-law gave me a long hug and a peck on the cheek that stirred my groin. As I cuddled her slender frame, I saw that Marianne wasn’t wearing her spectacles on top of her long sleek nose. I was also pleasantly surprised to see her wearing make-up. A touch of blue on her slender eyelids made her small blue eyes larger; a hint of red on her long flat cheeks and pink lipstick on her small thin-lipped mouth gave her a touch of glamour. Short sandy blonde hair swept across her forehead and flowed over her ears to stop level with her narrow jaw. I had always found my sister in-law attractive, although most men found her a bit gawky and mousy looking. However, the subtle use of make up had transformed her into an attractive woman.

It wasn’t just the make-up. Marianne wore an elegant light blue dress cut low at the front, emphasizing her nice full chest with a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. Cut at a very steep angle across the bottom, one side of the dress fell to outside of one knee, while the other side was short exposing a long slim thigh. An asymmetrical dress, she explained as we proceeded towards the parade ground. She often wears short skirts to show off her sensational legs, but this dress was unusually showy and looked expensive. Was her loutish husband, Kurt, up to his old black market tricks again? Walking behind her down the path allowed me to admire her legs sheathed in pale blue nylons with a pretty patterned mesh and, to my excitement, seams suggesting that she wore stockings. At 5’9” tall, her slender legs look sensationally long with lengthy beautifully shaped calves. They are so well toned that I just couldn’t take my eyes off them as they swell and flex sensuously until my wife elbowed me in the ribs.

My name is Derek Pratt and if you think that’s funny come here and say it to my face then I’ll beat the crap out of you. I’m a private in Her Majesties’ Army. It’s a good life; you get given food, clothes and somewhere to sleep. Plus you get to travel for free to foreign countries, meet strange and exotic people then shoot them. Ha ha, only kidding. Today is passing out and I always volunteer for duties at the reception for the friends and families of the graduating caddies. There’s plenty of grub and booze to hand and I put aside a few crates for after.

I’m 6 foot 2” with dark closely cropped hair and a lean muscular build. Usually there is some good crumpet, maybe a squaddy’s sister or girlfriend. Except today the talent is thin on the ground. There’s a hot sultry brunette staring at me except she’s with her parents and looks underage. A seriously big busted blonde is over there, all glammed up and wearing a leather mini skirt several sizes too short and a tight low cut leopard print top. She really thinks she’s it although she’s chubby and caked with make up.

There s a blonde in a blue dress at the tables who looks a bit of all right. Quite attractive with a small narrow face, mid-thirties I would say, with kids. She’s getting up. Wow what a sensational dress, slashed across like that at the bottom and wow what great legs; long slim and shapely shown off to advantage by blue high heels and sheathed in blue patterned nylons. As she moves away from the table, I see she has a nice figure with a good sized rack but those incredible long legs hold my attention. Her calves are long and sweep from slim ankles to a deep semi-tear shape. As she walks, well toned muscle plays under her skin in an incredibly erotic fashion. By the time she stops by the water fountain on the far side of the room, I am starting to get a stiffy. Phroar! As she stands with her back to me, I can see how her high heels raise her calves to make sexy diamond shaped clefts stand out at the back. I don’t need Viagra when there’s a woman like that around. Oh my God! She bent forwards to drink from the spout, her skirt clinging to a sexy backside and the short side riding up to expose a dark blue band of stocking top. I was sprouting an instant erection. What a leg show! I was getting harder and harder as she took her time to refresh herself; my gaze glued to her sexy legs and peach of an arse. She was a real MILF and I really wanted some of that. Finally she straightened, turned and walked back across the room. I couldn’t stop looking, my dick rampant with desire. “Stop shirking and clear those plates” the sergeant barked, startling me. I made myself busy, cracking open and downing a few cans when he wasn’t looking.

A while later I saw the young MILF get up then wander down the corridor so I followed. Wow, I just love the way that skirt hung and moved, showing so much of the back of one leg and those calves. The way they flexed and waned really had my mast up. I caught up. “May I help you, madam?” I said making her jump. She turned around looking a bit flustered. Very nice too, I loved how her long smooth neck rose from the top of her chest with a nicely defined clavicle running across and traps rising from her shoulders to her neck. “Oh, I was going to get a bit of fresh air” she said. It was a pleasant voice with a Home Counties accent. I found myself watching her small mouth move; it was so entrancing that I had to refrain from kissing it there and then. “What you’re looking for is just through here” I said guiding her by her shoulders to a door and opening it. The feel of the fine fabric of her dress with her warm slim body beneath stoked my fire.

She entered the room and I closed the door behind us. “This isn’t right. It’s just a small empty office” she said. “Oi!” she cried as I pushed her up against the desk and bent her over it, pressing my groin against her arse. She struggled but I was stronger and heavier and pinned her easily. “Stop struggling love. I know you want it “ I told her as I pulled up the back of her skirt. “Wow. Great legs!” I exclaim at the sight of her stocking tops and suspenders. “Get off me!” she protested as I pulled the skirt higher. “Oh wow! Great arse!” I gasped as I saw her buttocks virtually naked apart from a tiny thong. With my groin pressing against that, I was throbbing hard in no time.

I tried to stretch down to feel her amazing calves but she twisted out my grip and made a run for the door. I ran after her and caught her by the arm. Swinging her around, I slapped her hard across the face then pushed her into a chair by the desk. “Don’t play games. You cougars love doing it with younger men and you are one hell of a cougar” I told her as I pressed her shoulders against the seat back. My eyes roamed over the tops of her chest shown off by the low neck line; She had a good full rack on her. “Cor, great tits” I moaned putting my hands on her soft frontage to cop a feel. WHOOOMPH a blue nylon clad knee rocketed upwards and I moved my leg to block it. WHUMP! Ouch! I just managed to block it by twisting my thigh inwards. If I hadn t spotted the look of concentration in her eyes and the tightness around the mouth, that would have bust my balls for sure. SLAP! I swiped her one across the face. “Don’t you dare try something like that again; I’m a trained solider and I know hundreds of ways to hurt you or kill you” I warned. Instead of looking scared, she seemed angry. Boy was she a feisty one.

I crossed her legs, although she kept trying to kick them free, then pressed my crotch against the front of the upper knee to stop them moving. “Phoar, you ve got great legs” I moaned, pulling up her skirt again and running my palms up her legs enjoying the feel of the silky smooth nylon and the firm shapely thighs they covered. It was only natural, but the sight and feel of such hot legs set me dry humping her knee. Oh I could cum all over these legs, no problem! Her rack also drives me wild and I cup them, slapping away her hand as she tried to stop me, while humping against her leg. Oddly she’s not crying out for help but glares at me in glowering silence. BAM BAM BAM BAM. The back of the chair bangs rhythmically against the desk as I work myself into a frenzy. I run my hands to the bare patch of skin and suspenders then towards her hips. “Get your knickers off. I getting inside you now” I told her.

BAM! There was a blue blur of rapid motion then the side of her hand axed into the side of my neck. A nerve jangling blast of pain forces me to clench my eyes. BAM! I felt the edge of her hand chop the other side of my neck, a hard solid chop that felt like an electric shock sending my senses reeling. BLAM! The base of her palm slams into the underside of my jaw jerking my head back with a crick of pain. The next thing I knew was my backside hitting the wooden floor.

Even in my daze I was aware of the MILF trying to make her escape. I forced myself into a sprint across the room and slammed into her back, driving her into the wall. “Ooffph!” she spilt her breath as she suffered a double whammy as her body cushioned me from the impact. SLAP! I spun her around and slapped her across the face then hurled her back towards the chair. There was a scrap of wood as she stumbled into it and it slid back against the desk. She seemed dazed and put a foot on it to steady herself. It was the short side of the dress and it rode up to expose the whole leg and her thong covered arse. “Corrr!” I groaned. I came up from behind and pressed myself against her, holding her around the waist with one arm while feeling her hot legs with my free hand. It felt so good; I began thrusting my boner against her lovely peach of an arse while stroking her sensational legs. “Orrr I’m having you one way or the other. Probably both” I moaned. She began struggling again.

The slim blonde moved her arm forward, low at waist height and bent at the elbow. I knew what was coming and tensed my stomach. WHAM! “Unnnn!” her elbow pistoned into my gut so hard I couldn’t help grunting in pain. In moments like these, a six-pack is a man s best friend. A blur of motion caught me by surprise. BLAM! “Orrgh!” the back of her upper arm slammed across my throat. I lost my grip and the feisty young MILF almost escaped. Ignoring my bruised neck, I grabbed her arm, turned and slammed her over my shoulder to the floor then got on top to pin her.

“I love blondes” I tell her gently as I stroke her hair. She looks dazed. “But if you try that again. I ll knock you out then take you”. Her lovely small mouth is so irresistible that I kiss it while her body squirms beneath me. “Mmmm mmmm” she slowly stops struggling as she surrenders to my long passionate kiss. They all give in, in the end. The feel of her lips against mine is a powerful aphrodisiac and I’m soon aching hard again. I break off and look down at her bust. “Yes!” she sighs with her eyes closed. I run my hands over her chest enjoying their softness and can’t resist sticking my face in there while I push her breasts into mounds. “Oh yes!” she moans. When I look up, she has one leg stretched out along the ground and the other raised bent at the knee. “Such sexy legs” I moan as I move back to feel her long firm thighs. Her calves are so long with a heavy shapely muscle, I simply had to kiss them.

She bent both legs at the knees and opened them invitingly. “Oh yes!” I moaned. The sight along her stockings to the patch of bare flesh at the top then suspenders running towards skimpy thong briefs was too much. I just dived in to nuzzle her crotch. “Oh yes! That’s good” she moaned as her lovely warm thighs closed around my head as I kissed and probed her patch through the skimpy material. “Nnngh” suddenly my head was stuck fast as her thighs clamped hard on either side. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I cursed as I tried to squeeze my hands between her legs to prise them apart. “Argh!” the pressure increased dramatically as her slim legs turned to steel. I was struggling hard to free myself, finding her kneecaps and trying to pull them apart, but her legs gripped like limpets. “Argh!” she had really strong legs. I’m a combat trained solider and should have known better than to put myself in an exposed position.

“Argh!” I grunted in pain as I tried to force myself to my feet, although the powerful tight squeeze around my head kept me bent. She could really pour it on! I got a grip on the inside of her kneecaps which were behind my head. “Ngghh!” I battled to prise them apart. It wasn t easy but finally they fell away from my head. Instantly she threw her body up towards me. Her hands grabbed the back of my head while her hot legs snaked around my waist. The bodyweight hanging under me made me fall back to my knees and as quick as a cobra, her thighs slid forward to get a better grip. “Booorrrr!” a surprisingly powerful pressure crushed in around my sides. “My legs might be long and slender but they are very strong” she said. I grabbed at her thighs, the sheer nylons felt silky smooth and delightful but I could feel sleek firm muscle underneath bulging with real power. “Oorrrr!” her scissors were so tight that her inner thighs were pressing hard upon my stomach so that even my six pack couldn t stop her taking my breath away. “I work out on a thigh master every day and my inner thighs are like steel cables” she told me with a hint of amusement as I tried in vain to budge her legs. They were really very strong and I knew I was in trouble if I didn t free myself soon.

“Argh!” Slipping my hands into the small gap between my chest and her tantalising crotch, I pressed against the inside of her legs. “Orghh!” I felt her abductors bulging like steel cords digging into my waist while swelling tight against my diaphragm, zapping my strength. I frantically pushed against her legs but they were too strong. These lovely slender legs in sexy blue patterned stockings and suspenders were deceptively strong. In despair I rocked from side to side hoping to loosen her grip but she locked her ankles behind me and bore down with such devastating pressure that I cried out aloud. “Arghh!” her sexy legs were crushing me helpless. She just kept up that brutal pressure constantly no matter what I did. In desperation I slapped at her hard slim legs then tried to find somewhere to pinch her flesh. BAM! Her palms slammed under my chin and pressed my head back. “Stop that!” she scolded. “Orrghh!” I had to clench my eyes and grit my teeth as my neck stretched while her strong legs threatened to break my waist.

No! I wasn t going to be humiliated by a civvie bit of skirt. In a blaze of anger, I slammed my hands upwards at her elbows and knocked her arms away. “Ouch!” she cried. I fell forwards onto my hands but the powerful side-slicing pressure didn t ease. “Arghhh huih huh” I was struggling to draw breath. God those lovely legs had a grip like a gator. There was a bemused expression on her adorable mouth that pushed up her lovely cheekbones. “I broke my last thigh master” she told me conversationally showing no sign of exertion although my insides protested at the cramped conditions. Her small blue eyes twinkled mischievously under the slender lines of her eyebrows. God, she looked so pretty lying there as she casually crushed me to paste between her lovely thighs. “Arghh!” her legs were getting the better of me, she was squeezing me so hard that the I could no longer support myself with my arms and found my chin resting on the top of her soft chest. Oh God! This lovely young MILF was completely destroying me in a front facing body scissors, it felt like she was squashing me flat and my dick was absolutely raging hard with the thought of how powerful they must be to do that.