She relaxes........

Doe slips out of her shoes, wiggling her toes as they enjoy their new found freedom, the silken hosiery lending a sleek, perfect shapeliness to her feet.

She sits back and does appear to be relaxing, probably not aware of how hard she’s pushed herself today until now, now that she’s had a chance to put her feet up, so to speak.

After a few more minutes of small talk you offer another round of coffees, Doe affirms she would like another and you head back into the kitchen to make them, keeping one ear tuned to the lounge just in case she starts “getting comfy” again.

Two minutes later you return with coffees and all is well, Doe’s sitting patiently, flicking through a women’s interest magazine that was on the coffee table. You hand her her drink and then everything falls apart quite suddenly, because as you watch she takes a cushion and rests it on her lap so she can place her coffee there without getting scolded, the porn mag now standing there against the armrest in plain view of you both!

The “bright” colours of the magazine cover grab Doe’s attention, and she looks at it, just as it slowly, almost comically, topples over.

You just stand there, unable to believe what’s just happened, going a few shades red. Eventually your brain kicks in and you go to grab the magazine but to your utter amazement Doe snatches it before you can.

“ Hmmm, I imagine this is your magazine John, not one of your Mothers!” she says, then, seeing the horrified look on your face continues. “ Oh, come on John, I’m 47, not 147! I’d be more surprised if you DIDN’T own a few nudie mags.”

At this point, you still don’t seem to be able to say anything.

Doe flicks through the magazine, much in the same way she was looking through the coffee table mag, only now her eyes seem a little more intent on the subject matter, almost likes she’s evaluating it.

“ This isn’t such a bad magazine John.” she says. “ I mean, yes, it is full of naked women showing all their bits, but their not eating poo or anything strange! As a female I can appreciate how stunning some of these women look, and why a healthy young man such as yourself would want to look at them.”

Very slowly, you sit down and sip your coffee, wishing you could fall into the mug!

“ Ooh.” continues Doe. “ I really like her hair.” pointing to a large photo of a voluptuous hottie, bent over and looking back over her shoulder, her hair cascading down her back. Frankly, you’d never noticed her hair, you were always too busy looking at her pussy as it was spread open with her fingers, giving a good angle and look at her **** inner pinkness.

A slight stirring happens in your pants and you become aware that your thoughts are turning x-rated.

You look down at your crotch to make sure no tents are becoming visible and when you look back up at Doe her eyes flit back to the mag, as if she was looking at your crotch as well.

She looks at you and asks. “ Do you have a favourite picture in this magazine John?”

You do but its one of the ruder one’s, with the woman on her back, legs and pussy spread wide, her tits in the air and a dildo fucking herself, the camera low and close to her pussy when the photo was taken, a big playful smile on the girls face while she posed. Should I be honest and then she might get grossed out or should I say one of the more “arty” pics is my fave…….?