I have been visiting the Faculty of History at Cambridge University for many years now, in association with some of my more esoteric detective work. Despite what you may have read, I’m quite self-conscious, socially-awkward and find it difficult to strike conversations with attractive women. The receptionist who has worked there for all that time was an elegant, refined mature woman with a glacial beauty which I found unapproachable. A small face with high cheekbones and pinched cheeks gave a long narrow appearance, imparting an aloof cultured stern nature. Piercing blue-grey eyes under slim eyebrows stare out over a long sleek nose, giving the impression she is looking down at you. A small pert thin mouth set slightly pursed was enhanced by a subtle touch of scarlet lipstick. Likewise, subtle use of mascara and eye-shadow enhance the appeal of her eyes while a touch of blush did the same for her cheeks. Small wrinkles and creases hinted at her age, especially around her long swan-like neck, around which was draped multi-band silver necklaces. Silvery-blonde hair, that gradually became more silver each time I saw her, was swept back, quite severely, off the forehead with a slight fringe on one side and worn up in a bun at the back of her head.

Although a receptionist, she was elegantly beautiful in that kind of snooty sophisticated smugness of the privileged. She had that kind of look and carriage about her and spoke in well-educated tones. Dressed in a smart business dress suit, the jacket was often hung off the back of her chair, leaving just a white blouse, fully buttoned up, visible above the desk. Usually this was so sheer I could clearly see the cups of the white bra beneath supporting a small but nice looking pair of breasts. Due to her elevated position behind a raised desk, it was hard not to stare at prominent nipples jutting out. By the smug set of her small mouth, I think that was probably the intended effect and she caught me a few times but never said a word. On such occasions I also observed a well defined clavicle running across beneath her long slender neck and the sharply-defined trapezius muscles sloping on each side from the back of her neck to her slim shoulders.

I assumed that she was tall and willowy, however, the first time I saw her away from the desk, I realised this was caused by her long lean, slim figure and that she was actually my height. Wearing a black knee length pencil skirt, it clung to her legs in wonderful ways when she moved. At the rear was a small slit at the back of the hem to allow those long slender legs easier movement and I noticed that her hips and backside were perhaps a bit broader than ideal but still pleasing. I also enjoyed the lightly muscled pair of calves shown off by black high-heeled shoes and sheer black nylons with vertically running seams that I felt sure were stockings. Sophisticated, good-looking in a slightly severe manner, and with a classy accent I found it intimidating to speak comfortably with her until she caught me trying to read her name badge which said ‘Penelope’.

“People call me Lady Penelope,” she told me. “Not because I’m as thick as a puppet”, she added in an engaging tone. “But because I’m from a well to do background although quite down to earth really.”

“Lady Penelope, the elegant receptionist. It suits you,” I replied to which she smiled.

That broke the ice and we chatted and got along quite well until someone came to collect me.

This time as I entered the reception area, Penelope was dealing with another visitor. I remember her telling me recently that she was 67 and was stunningly good looking for it!

“Morning, Jim. It’s a pleasure to see you,” she looked across at me. “I’ll be with you soon.”

With a lady in her prime and as good looking at this, I was only too happy to wait. She came around the side of the desk to gather some informational pamphlets for the man in front of me from a stand. I was pleasantly surprised to see that in addition to a diaphanous white blouse, that she wore a black leather skirt that came down to above the knees. Looking high quality, it fitted her slim contours beautifully with the light making alluring patterns that shifted and morphed as she moved. It enhanced the sensual impact of the sheer black nylons visible between the hem and black high-heeled shoes. As she bent down to pick up a lower pamphlet, the shiny black leather stretched tight across her backside while riding up the back of her long legs giving a view of dark seams at the back expanding. I was silently praying for a glimpse of black matt bands of stocking tops and wasn’t the only one unable to stop staring at the leggy show. To my embarrassment, she caught me staring and gave me a wink.

With the other visitor taking a seat in the waiting area with some pamphlets, Penelope returned to her chair behind the desk and I took my turn.

“What can I do for you, Jim?” she asked.

“You are looking rather sensational today,” I remarked.

“Don’t you mean I look F.A.B.?” she quipped.

“Of course, like Lady Penelope you look fabulous!”

I explained to the graceful beauty that I was after some information on an artefact of ancient Persian origin that I had came across. She told me that Professor Dupont had retired and Dr. Lewis was on an archaeological excavation, however there was Professor Collins, whom I had not dealt with before. She warned me to be cautious in my dealings with him, which seemed an odd thing to say but before I could ask why, she had phoned him and told me to take a seat so she could deal with the next person in the queue.

Less than an hour later I returned to reception, now empty of visitors, feeling despondent.

“No luck?” a refined female voice asked.

Penelope straightened up in the waiting area, where she had been tidying up. PHROAR! I groaned mentally in appreciation of the sight of the leather skirt clinging sensually to her hips and hugging the outline of long slim thighs. PHROAR! there’s something very powerful and sexy about a feminine woman in a snug-fitting black leather skirt and this refined slim silver-haired lady certainly had it! The sight of her well-shaped behind clad in shimmering black leather made my dick stiffen inside my pants!

“You’re certainly a sight to lift my spirits,” I told her, hoping the lust didn’t show in my voice.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Jim,” she replied.

PHROAR! Looking at me in a confident prim manner with her shoulders back, and back upright with long-fingered hands resting upon her hips, the leather skirt taut between her thighs shimmered with allure. Her feet, with the top arches raised by high heels at steep angles into sensual arches, were placed askew so that I saw the outer side of her right calves which curved outward in beautiful lines from dainty ankles before starting to curve in towards the back of her knee. The inner edge of her left calves were also visible, likewise shapely with downwards pointing arrow headed hardness.

“You are seriously a woman of mass distraction,” I told her and got a warm smile in response. “I wasn’t too impressed by the new Professor,” I confided. “He seemed more interested about where the object was and how much the owner wanted for it rather than tell me anything useful.”

She came close and spoke softly.

“Actually that is something I need to speak to you about in private.”

The thought of being alone with this swish lady was something I had only previously dreamed off.

“Of course, when do you break for lunch?”

“In a quarter of an hour when someone arrives to take over from me. Oh dear,” she sighed under her breath.

Before I could ask what the problem was, the smart silver-haired woman addressed three young men who had entered.

“This area is only for visitors and members of staff,” she stated loud and clear in an authoritative manner. “As you are neither, I insist that you leave right now.”

I saw some of them eyeing up the commanding no-nonsense lady and liking what they saw. No wonder, the attractive lady who was probably old enough to be their grandmother, wore a gauzy blouse with a slim frame, long shapely nylon-clad lower legs and a sexy leather skirt. My view from behind was equally impressive of her seamed sheer black nylons and lightly muscled calves. She certainly drew a lot of attention for a woman her age. One of the group, presumably their self-appointed leader, seemed oblivious of her charms.

“Alright Grandma, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

Standing head and shoulders well above the others, he seemed older and spoke with a plum accent that suggested he was here through privilege rather than academic prowess. His stocky muscular build suggested his interests were more athletic than syllabus. I stepped forward to provide support to Penelope, who looked like she was calmly concealing her outrage, but she extended an arm to block my way.

“Please sit down and wait. I will take care of this unseemly behaviour,” she spoke firmly with her steely gaze never leaving the bulky youth. “Your father maybe a prominent politician but unlike them, rules here are followed without exception.”

There was a tightening in his expression but he stood his ground with belligerent menace.

“Oh, we are leaving and taking him with us!”

I was startled as he pointed straight at me.

“I’ve never seen him before in my life!” I exclaimed.

“You will be leaving separately,” she insisted.

He puffed himself up to make him look bigger.

“He has something I want and he will give me it’s location.”

I knew he was referring to the statuette.

“How do know about this thing you refer to?”

“A little birdie told us,” he sniggered.

“I politely decline your invitation. Good day, gentlemen,” I replied.

“You will tell me where the object is that you showed images of to Collins or I’ll beat it out of you,” he sneered. “I love to beat wimps like you to a bloody pulp then laugh in their faces as they cry begging to tell me what I need to know. I won’t accept anything they say until they’re weeping, bloody and begging.”

“That’s enough. Get out right now!” Penelope demanded.

“I’m a MMA champion, luv, what are you going to do about it? Call security?” he sneered. “We’ll be long gone by the time they arrive and him with us. My Dad’s a major donor to the Uni. The Chancellor won’t let anyone touch me.”

“I have been a professional receptionist for many years and trained to protect our guests and staff members at all costs. Now get out before I throw you out!”

Penelope was courageous and confident as she stood up to these thugs. The big man just sniggered.

“Who’s going to make me? You and whose army?” He sneered. “He won’t be much help.”

“He’s a guest. It is my responsibility to remove you, you arrogant, nasty sexist bully boy,” she responded.

That’s when I could help noticing how erect her nipples had become, jutting out against the semi-transparent blouse like press-studs. They looked hard enough to punch through glass!

“Stay back, Jim,” she commanded.

“That’s right. Listen to mummy,” he sniggered.

The tall muscular youth strode forwards, heading towards me, clearly intending to barge the slim lady out of the way. Without breaking eye-contact with the belligerent man, Penelope continued to stare him down. I had known this aloof lady for many years and never suspected her being anything but a receptionist.

“Out the way granny! It’s clobbering time!” he bellowed, glaring at me.

His hands shot out to seize her shoulders to shove her out of the way. Faced with a tall well-built young man, she looked frail by comparison. He had barely made contact, when the sophisticated lady slapped her own hands down on top. His look of confusion was brief.

“HAI!”

The unexpectedly loud sharp shout from the dignified lady startled me and made the thug flinch. A nylon-clad knee shot up like a rocket, with an eye-watering length of sensational looking leg as the hem of the tight leather skirt rode up her long thighs with a brief glimpse of matt black stocking tops and suspenders running along smooth bare skin. At the same time, there was a hard flex of defined heart-shaped calve muscles, stretching out the seam, as her left leg rose onto her toes to give her more height. All that took a mere micro-second. With a flash of reflected shimmering light from the nylons and leather skirt, her knee drove upward between the top of his inner thighs. There was a loud disquieting thud as it made solid contact with his genitals and made my own lurch up in sympathy! An agonising wail left his mouth as it fell wide open while a package at the front of his trousers was driven upwards by the knee which soared up at an angle with strongly flexing calves of her supporting leg risen on the tips of her high-heeled shoes. She could have cracked walnuts between her knee and his groin! His face was tightly creased up in sheer agony as the power of the blow lifted his heels from the floor momentarily.

“Not very ladylike I know,” the classy woman said in a cultured tone as the devastating knee lowered and the foot returned to the floor. “But it hammers the message home.”

The haughty aged ball-buster in leather and stockings, coldly studied the youth’s agony with cold compassion as he creased over clutching his groin with both hands amid a look of disbelief and pain. Glancing at the other lads, who looked shocked, she pointed a finger at them.

“Do you want a taste of this?”

They flinched as the hem of the leather skirt swished back along her lanky thighs and the knee flew up once more to groin level where it remained to make sure they got a good look at it. Their faces went pale and looked nervous, with the sound of it’s impact with their leader’s groin fresh in their memories.

“If not, go while this one makes an apology.”

The narrow-faced lady turned her attention back to the big lad. Still in pain and wary of those sexy long legs, his groin was covered by his hands.

“Say you’re sorry,” she demanded.

There was no time to reply as a slender hand darted out to seize his right wrist. Gripping his fingers tightly, his hand was ripped away from his crotch with a sharp twisting movement that made him yelp. Bending his hand back the wrong way and rotating his arm, he was forced to bend even lower before the woman who retained elegance and sophistication even when ruthlessly dominating a larger man.

“Grovel!” she commanded which got me hard with just one word!

With the leather skirt sinuously stretched tight between her slim legs, she forced him to bend right over in agony by her side while maintaining exquisite poise with an air of smug superiority that was highly arousing.