The same Lollipop lady has been working just around the corner at the top of my road for many years. Related to my sister in-law’s husband, his cousin or aunt or some-such, I haven’t really spoken with her much. Recently I’ve been driving home early from my office in a nearby town to avoid the worsening traffic caused by parents picking up their kids from school in big SUVs rather than letting them walk home.

By the time I approached the bend near home, the younger kids were out from school and needing escorting across the road by the Lollipop lady. Now much older than I recalled and ruggedly handsome, shoulder length curly hair once sandy now white swept back from her brow and fell wild and unkempt over her ears. With a long blockish weather-worn face, wrinkled and creased with age, a bit saggy beneath a deep jutting jaw, hawk-like hazel eyes stared out beneath thick eyebrows over a wide prominent long nose and wide mouth set above a dimpled chin. I would guess she was in her 70s with a statuesque presence, around 6 foot 4” with a stocky build, straight back and broad shoulders. The more I saw her on my journey home, the more I began looking forward to those moments. There was something strong and assured in the way she carried herself that caught my attention. Maybe it was because she was a woman in uniform, although a very unflattering one, or her tall sturdy authoritative presence but I strangely welcomed the occasions when she stopped me to let the kids cross.

During warm weather, she wore sunglasses to protect her eyes from the glare off the road and unbuttoned her long fluorescent yellow safety coat with orange flashing, reflective bands and deep storage pockets to give tantalising glimpses of thick sturdy bare legs. Upon her head was a white cap with a black brim and a light green band around the base with a central black area bearing a badge. In cooler weather with her coat buttoned up her lower legs were sheathed in nylons and black flat shoes upon her large feet. Even with the long shapeless uniform, it was clear that her shoulders were broad and her bust large and low-slung. The kids seemed to like her and she would speak to them in a loud raucous home counties voice.

On those occasions when I waited while the kids cross, I had time to study her. When she had her back to my car it was noticeable how very slim her ankles were in contrast to very large calves. With wonderfully curved sides they possessed a definite brawniness and prominent lower cliff-edge even though she wore flat heels. Once I saw them I was hooked and wished to see more. Unfortunately the view was incomplete as the upper part of her large calves disappeared beneath the hem of the safety coat. From then on, I kept glancing at her calves as I passed trying to get a good look.

On this particular occasion I got home earlier than usual, a bit disappointed to have missed the Lollipop lady, to find a note from my son, Bobby, on top of a non-delivery note asking whether I could collect a parcel from the Post Office. After being stuck in an office all day I felt I could do with the exercise and it was a nice if windy day. On the walk back I caught a glimpse of the Lollipop lady at the far end of a side-alley and on a whim decided to walk down to cross the road there and get a closer look at her in the process. As I neared, she was taking a sip of tea from a mug while a flask stood on top of someone’s front wall. “I hate the wind” she complained loudly as a gust messed up her white hair.

Close up her tall stocky build was even more impressive than seen from the car. “Hello Jim” she said recognising me. “Haven’t seen you for a while. Excuse me, I’ll be with you in a moment” she added spotting some kids approaching the kerb opposite. “Sure thing Margaret” I replied, although I couldn’t recall her name until overhearing some kids calling her “Aunty Margaret”. Striding confidently into the middle of the road showing no fear in the face of oncoming traffic, I got sight of the back of her big shapely calves and saw how dramatically her slim ankles ballooned into a large hard mass with beautifully curved sides, looking quite toned with a deep cliff-edge at the bottom of the muscle heads. Sheer black nylon clung to those bulging contours like a second skin imparting a sensual dark sheen, while a vertical seam suggested stockings. I saw a large hard arrow-head of muscle on the inner edge of her right calve as she turned to face the far-side lane of cars. The lollipop came down upon the tarmac like Gandalf’s staff, “You shall not pass” it commanded as the brightly visible woman parted the traffic to let the kids cross. The pole had a large roundel on top, identical on both sides, bearing a bright circle of fluorescent yellow with a red border in the centre of which were silhouettes of a couple of children crossing and commanding drivers to ‘STOP’ in big bold black letters underlined thickly. I thought she exuded a strong forceful presence.

The nearside lane had been clear when she walked out but then an oversized SUV with a single occupant hared down the road going much faster than the 30 miles per hour speed limit. Before I could shout a warning it came to a screeching halt with a loud squeal of brakes and the smell of burning rubber. Instead of scampering for safety, the imposing woman was cool as an Ice Queen, not deeming the car worthy of a glance as she continued her duties. The driver was a skinny shifty-looking man in his 30’s wearing scruffy jeans and a T-shirt bearing an obscene slogan who revved his engine and beeped the horn impatiently. Margaret took no notice and imperiously waved more kids across making him more irate. Rolling down his window, he leant his head out. “Get out of the road you silly old bag before I mow you down” he yelled in a strong London accent. With the strong breeze blowing her grey hair around, she blanked him and signalled to another group of kids yet to reach the curb. It was clearly deliberate to hold up the impatient yob. He seemed to think so too. “For f*cks sake!” he exclaimed angrily, opening his door and getting out.

“Please remain in your vehicle” the uniformed woman commanded without looking around. Ignoring her, he stomped forwards towards her impressive broad-shouldered tapered back. “Eff you!” he snarled, his hands reaching out for her. As if she had eyes in the back of her head, the Lollipop pole dropped horizontally by her side and drove back at high speed. “Oaarghh!” the end slammed into his groin like a snooker cue pocketing his balls. As he creased forwards in agony, the pole drove up into the underside of his jaw with a solid clunk. His head whipped back over his shoulders sending him sprawling onto the car bonnet. The kids clapped and laughed with glee. “Aunty Margaret’s beating up another one” one cried. I looked at tall stocky woman in astonishment. She just stood there with her back to him guiding the visibly-awed kids across. They weren’t the only ones. I’d never expected a kindly old Lollipop lady to be able to play snooker with a man’s balls!

“Bitch!” the motorist groaned, wincing while clutching his groin and sliding down the bonnet. “Remove yourself from the Queen’s highway” Margaret commanded imperiously, not looking around. “Eff The Queen, eff her highway and eff you” he roared charging at her turned back. He was almost upon her when she unexpectedly spun full-circle pivoting on one leg while leaning away from him. The yellow coat fell away from a thick leg, with sleek long strong-looking curves sheathed in sheer black nylon, lancing out behind her. “HAI!” a loud shout made me jump. The sole of a fast-moving flat-heeled shoe slammed against his belly like the hammer of the Gods while a strong bulge appeared in her thigh. “Hee...!” a high-pitched rasp left his lips as his body snapped forwards creasing around her foot while his feet left the tarmac. I was speechless as his body hurtled backwards before crashing onto the bonnet at such speed that he kept moving until his back came up against the windscreen. My groin gave a strong lurch while the kids cheered loudly. I would never have suspected an aged Lollipop lady knew Karate!

I looked at her broad sturdy figure with new admiration as the buxom greying lady faced the loud-mouth with a look of reproach. With her height, stocky build and commanding air of authority I would have found her quite intimidating if I had been in his shoes, especially after a powerful kick like that. “Get back in your car” the scary wild-haired woman ordered with the lollipop vertical by her side and the circular STOP sign blazing into his retina. He looked shaken but defiant. “ ... n ... nnn...” veins stood out on his forehead, the strain visible as he opened his mouth but nothing meaningful came out. That back-kick must have flattened his diaphragm! Sliding forwards he opened his mouth again, straining to deliver some foul-mouthed reply “ ... fff ... fff...!”. “NOW!” she commanded in a loud no-nonsense tone that certainly made me jump. With a fierce glare, she grabbed his head with both hands and with a brief swelling of powerful slab-like hardness in her huge calves stretching the sheer black nylons thin, rose onto the toes of her left foot. The right knee streaked through an opening in the yellow coat soaring upwards at the same moment she pulled his head down. With a dreadful crunch, a large rounded knee smashed his face, whipping it back with his mouth wide open, nose and mouth trailing blood, as her knee continued to rise. The hem of the coat rode up around the top of her thighs revealing a matt black band. She was wearing stockings! My manhood stiffened at such unexpected action and teasing sight.

With the younger man sprawled on the bonnet, the ageing uniformed lady kept her knee raised with a large solid downward pointing arrowhead adorning the inside of the trailing calve and a large hard bulge in her left outer thigh as it supported her. He had full view straight down the middle of those sturdy long legs to her crotch but seemed too dazed to notice. Fixing him with a hard uncompromising stare while demonstrating surprising flexibility and stamina for her age, that knee was kept raised for several long seconds. “HAI!” it straightened in a flash and the sole of her shoe hammered the centre of his chest with such power it sounded like tenderising a carcass. “Blaggh...!” his body shot back folded double. Crashing into the windscreen, the safety glass cracked and crazed around him leaving him folded over with his backside jammed in the hole, looking like it would give way at any moment.

My dick lurched strongly at the shocking power of the statuesque silver-haired lady’s kick. The ignorant driver looked terrified as she approached with an air of smug superiority. Her aged hands became blades raised one slightly behind the other with the pole tucked vertically against her shoulder, in a manner that suggested she confidently knew how to use them, threatening to unleash further violence all over his helpless body. “Move the car. You’re holding up the traffic” she commanded as he frantically struggled to get out of the crumbling hole. “I won’t tell you again” she warned moving her hands menacingly, her aged face a grimace of stern toughness that I found arousing. “HAI!” the shout echoed off the surrounding houses making everyone jump. I’d never seen a man move so fast. Pulling himself from the disintegrating windscreen in a single desperate lurch, he dashed to the door, threw himself into the driver’s seat, started the engine and gunned it while the awesome Lollipop lady calmly stepped back to the pavement. Over-revving the engine he sped off doing at least twice the legal speed limit. Screeching around the corner and tail-fishing, the back-end mounted the pavement, thankfully free of pedestrians, before speeding off in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

I found myself standing next to the fearsome woman, with a massive hard-on. “They often don’t make it around that bend at that speed” she remarked. “I know” I replied trying to stay calm “The house there are always having the front wall rebuilt”. “I’ve got the reg. He was clearly breaking the speed limit and driving dangerously” she told me. “Especially with that broken windscreen” I quipped. “The Police won’t do much except check it’s taxed and not stolen” she added. Over-awed by this amazing woman I asked if she had nearly finished her shift and whether I could give her hand to carry her stuff back, like an awkward schoolboy with a crush. “I’ve finished for the day. I normally manage quite well by myself but I wouldn’t turn down a nice man like you” she replied with a smile. What have I done? Did she think I was coming onto her? She wasn’t particularly attractive but the way she had handled that driver was highly arousing. Before I had second thoughts, she passed me her flask and lunch-box. “I’ll do us a nice cuppa and rest my aching feet” she said and I knew it was too late to back out.

As we walked I was still gob-smacked and stiff down below by what I had witnessed. “You were amazing back there. That stuff with the pole, was that Kendo?” I asked, finding the courage to ask. “It’s a good way of using the pole for defence. It comes in handy now and then against violent drivers” she answered. “And those kicks were incredible. You must know Karate?” “I’ve never taken any nonsense from anyone” she replied, evading the question “I will defend myself vigorously from aggressive people”. “You were awesome” I said earnestly. “Just because I’m in my 70’s doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself. I learnt a few moves at The Salvation Army” she told me. That triggered alarm bells. Was she in the Militant wing? I thought I better keep my mouth shut. She was clearly a lady of man-destroying action and that steeled my determination to get to know her better. “Is there a partner waiting for you?” I enquired as we arrived at a mid-terrace house. “No, I wore him out years ago” she laughed then unlocked and opened the front door.

I followed her in and through to the kitchen where she left the pole by the door. It was the first opportunity to walk behind her and watch those calves flex and boy I wasn’t disappointed! Even in flat heels, they were huge, brawny and shapely. “Sit down” she indicated a chair by a small table. I sat and watched as she turned around to fill up a kettle and put it on. “It gets awfully hot and sticky with this on” she explained removing the cap then unbuttoning and removing the safety coat. I had a bit of a start to see a vast unfolding expanse of bare back and broad shoulders with no sign of a bra strap. For a moment I thought she was topless until a strapless bustier emerged. As she turned to face me I was amazed by how large breasted she was. The bustier clung tightly around the thrusting curves of her bust as they hung down low. At the lower end of those breath-taking slopes, large rounded orbs hung well forward of her stomach, their beautifully curved sides notably wider than the narrower torso behind. They were so large they pulled the fabric to near translucency leaving her aureoles visible and large jutting nipples. Wow! I couldn’t stop staring, although I knew I shouldn’t. This well-stacked old lady had proven herself more than capable of giving me a good beating. I tried not to stare but when she turned to make the tea, the stupendous view of her side-profile and long steep slopes reignited my boner.