Mature mystery hostages

Postby JBrown » Mon Oct 12, 2015 2:44 pm

There are some things you see, no matter how briefly you see them, that you remember for the rest of your life. And not just remember vaguely, but recall with eidetic clarity. Snapshots of your life you can never lose.
Although it was about a decade ago now, there was one brief moment, an unexpected 10 or so second, right place, right time bit of good fortune that will be carved into my brain for as long as I have the capacity to think.

After living out in the second year, I spent my final year at Uni in halls again. Anyone here who has been to a UK university in the last 10 years, or the last 100 years, can attest to the funny things you see in college residences. Bizarre costumes, stupid games, daft pranks. Although there is a difference between university life seen in films, and university in the real world, the line between the two is still not entirely cut and dry. It is not a great surprise to see people walk past you in ridiculous get up, or for a Nerf gun fight to erupt in the hallway as you walk back to your room. Depending on the college you end up in, you could find yourself living in a building where things can descend into chaos without any notice.

Nonetheless, even without my certain 'proclivities', some sights are unforgettable. For what couldn't have been more than half a minute, I saw something which was definitely far out of the ordinary, hilarious no doubt to some, and a wild dream come true to me. Walking down the hall on a Saturday evening on my way to see a friend, I heard the familiar sound of raised voices. A bunch of guys talking loudly and indistinctly to each other. Sure enough, a few moments later, about half a dozen male students came hurriedly round the corner, dressed in ordinary casual gear and sporting some very makeshift disguises. Scarfs covering their faces and hoods pulled up over their heads, dark sunglasses or ski goggles. One of a million different manifestations of University life at the weekend. The only thing that was unusual about the scene, was the company they were with.

I love mature women. Love them. Some ladies age beautifully, they pick up some lines, but don't lose their gorgeous features. They fill out just a little but maintain a good, solid hourglass figure. Start to dress more conservatively but ironically end up personifying every guys older secretary/teacher fantasy in the process. My brain has got to the stage now where it almost subconsciously notices smartly dressed women in crowds. It picks up on patterns, like the three colour tiers of a top, a smart skirt, and female legs. It's just one of those quirks of the brain, and my brain has clearly chosen it's priorities. Those little subconscious alarm bells went off the moment those guys cleared the corner, because walking amongst them were two very smartly dressed women. Older women.

I can age women pretty well, I suppose most people can, and these two were definitely in their early 50s, and from what I could see of them, had aged like a dream. On the left, a medium-short haired strawberry blonde, about 6 foot in black court heels, a good tan, good chest, nice toned calves complimented by glossy tan tights, lovely curved hips at the top of her long legs, and as I noticed a few seconds later, a solid round bum. She was wearing a white collared long sleeve cotton shirt under a snug black v-neck woolen top. She'd tucked both into a grey suit skirt that started up at the small of her waist, and followed her form closely to a little below her knees. The fitted skirt was giving her a little trouble, and the quick pace with which she walked was constantly bringing her legs to the limit of the gait the skirt would allow. At the end of each step I could see the shape of her thighs, her hips, the subtle bump of her stomach and her lovely mature bum press against her clothes.
Keeping pace with her was a lighter coloured blonde with a similar hair style. An inch or so shorter, a little bustier, still well toned but with marginally more curve to her, she was making her way down the hall a little less sure-footedly, and not quite as balanced in her patent nude heels. Her very tight blue pencil skirt that stopped at the knee showed every curve and dip of her firm mature figure and she filled out the dark blouse she wore it over just enough. An elasticated belt cinched her in the waist and added even more emphasis to her pin-up shape. Her strides were even shorter, the tapered skirt visibly stopping her short.

In itself, that sight would have been enough to take centre stage in my day dreams for a very long time. But it was immediately obvious that these ladies were not simply rushing to catch a bus with these masked guys.

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby LordNelson » Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:18 pm

Mr. Brown...may we have more please.

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby Mask6184 » Mon Oct 12, 2015 6:16 pm

Please continue. I like where this is going.

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby bandit666 » Thu Nov 05, 2015 2:31 pm

I agree lets hear more, even if it was only for a few seconds

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby xtc » Thu Nov 05, 2015 3:51 pm

A well-written intro. Welcome to the board.

Yes, I can age women too; or at least that's what they tell me when I try to explain the off-side rule.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby LordNelson » Thu Nov 05, 2015 5:02 pm

It appears that Mr. Brown appeared one day and disappeared the next. Hopefully he will find the time to return continue his story.
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Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby xtc » Fri Nov 06, 2015 6:27 am

Perhaps he is just not as sad as the rest of us and spends some of his time away from the site?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby cloudy14 » Fri Nov 06, 2015 6:10 pm

Enticing introduction JBrown. You're dead on with regards to attractive and smartly dressed mature women, hopefully you'll continue.

As xtc said as well, we all (hopefully) have lives and relationships that demand attention so feel free to continue when ready.

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby JBrownn » Wed Mar 16, 2016 2:27 pm

Very sorry it's taken me so long to continue writing this memory up. Life had gotten ahead of me a little, moving house, a new job. Hope I haven't annoyed anyone to much with the unplanned extended cliffhanger. It's been so long I can't even remember my login details, so the extra n here is courtesy of a necessary new sign in.
Thankfully my memory is like a steel trap, particularly in a case like this, so if you can forgive the delay, I'll try and finish describing the moment.

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby JBrownn » Wed Mar 16, 2016 3:29 pm

So, my slightly perverted spider sense had clocked these two stunning older women walking into my line of sight, with maturely curved hourglass figures and dressed like a secretarial dream. And this in itself was an incredible thing to behold, and enough to make me thank my luck for weeks to come. But as I said, there were some more details to this snapshot that painted a less than collaborative picture to the relationship between these shoddily disguised guys, and these 50 year old beauties. These two ladies were clearly sporting some rather unconventional accessories in addition to their fitted professional looking attire.

On the right, the slightly shorter blonde with the fairer hair, closely flanked on either side by two students in bandannas and dark glasses, was holding her hands at an odd angle. As she tottered a little at the pace urged on by her 'escorts' it looked like she was trying to reach both hands around to her front from behind her back. The reason for this, which became immediately clear, as she tried to twist her arms around and up, was that wrapped neatly around her wrists, and thus keeping her hands bound firmly next to each other, was a band of what I was sure was white gaffa tape. The cuffs of her shiny dark blouse were still visible past the tape and I could see pale red painted nails at the ends of curling fingers. Her right hip was curving out the opposite side to how she was leaning, and it, her stomach and a little of her bum were visible pressing harder against her skirt. Following her fingers up to her face I could see what she was trying to do.

Spread from cheek to cheek and efficiently covering her lips and mouth, was a precisely applied rectangular strip of what must have been the same tape that bound her wrists. It must have been very sticky, as it adhered to her face like a second skin, accurately showing the shape of her thin lips, and many of the lines, wrinkles and subtle bits of softened skin that make a mature face so damn sexy. What made this indescribable sight so much wilder, was that as her face screwed up a little with what appeared to be visible annoyance, the tape screwed up with it. Any attempts she might have been making to work it off with her mouth were having no effect, as the tape stretched and crumpled to match her expressions. Her fingers, which could just about reach the bottom of her face, were trying to pick at the edge of the tape, but did not seem to be having much luck getting purchase between the sticky surface and her skin. The slight lack of facial firmness that comes with that age was probably helping the tape stay smoothly stuck to her face.

She looked a mix of confused, surprised and annoyed. Still immaculately presented, her hair neat and styled, her face nonetheless squirmed and shifted, going between wide eyed as she tugged at her wrists or tried to open her mouth, and a narrow squint as she scowled at the guys on her left and right, rubbing her covered mouth against her shoulder in another attempt to get the white tape off of it.

As relatively composed as she was, the gorgeous taller women on the left, was looking a little rougher around the edges.

Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby barelylewis » Wed Mar 16, 2016 3:29 pm

JBrownn wrote:Very sorry it's taken me so long to continue writing this memory up. Life had gotten ahead of me a little, moving house, a new job. Hope I haven't annoyed anyone to much with the unplanned extended cliffhanger. It's been so long I can't even remember my login details, so the extra n here is courtesy of a necessary new sign in.
Thankfully my memory is like a steel trap, particularly in a case like this, so if you can forgive the delay, I'll try and finish describing the moment.

Dont worry, continue when you need to my friend.
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Re: Mature mystery hostages

Postby Mask6184 » Wed Mar 16, 2016 6:11 pm

Please continue on. It sounds like you had a good night that night.