The elegant mature receptionist by JimP Saved from a beating by the defensive skills of a cultured older woman. (c)Jim P 2023 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. 'A good receptionist can escort undesirables from the premises,' she stated while keeping him doubled over and writhing in agony. I groaned mentally at the sight of a big muscular youth, who claimed to be a MMA expert, hobbling by the side of a graceful feminine older lady. Exuding confidence and total control while keeping the man's arm straight, the silver-haired lady, pressed on the back of the top of his arm near the shoulder while keeping the palm of his hand facing upward. Yelping in pain, he was forced to his knees, bent right over with his face close to the floor. 'Apologise,' she ordered. The young man remained silent. With finesse, Penelope placed the sole of a shoe in the middle of his back then raised his trapped arm at an angle while keeping it straight. He shrieked in agony as she pressed down against the back of his elbow while her foot pushed against his back. The tightly stretched leather skirt and stocking-sheathed thighs reinforced her femininity as she stressed his arm. My cock wouldn't stop lurching at her dominance. 'Stop her you morons! If she breaks my arm, I'll break your faces!' he screamed. There was eager expectation on her austere pinched face. Lowering her foot to the floor while turning, she pulled his arm to the top of her thighs, trapping it in a standing scissor hold. Scissoring his elbow between her lean thighs, she maintained the arm-bar with just her legs. His trapped arm pushed up the hem of the leather skirt to fully expose her stocking tops and sleek toned thighs, swelling as they exerted an inward squeezing pressure. In this position of superiority, she faced the other two youths while their leader was forcibly on his knees behind her with his face close to the floor. The other lads hesitated and kept glancing at her sexy long legs and the bigger lad rendered helpless by them on the floor. One began to approach. 'Let him go," he told the surprisingly capable sexy older woman. He glanced at the translucent blouse with the prominent jutting nipples and the sexy skirt with stocking-clad legs. Either were a sight to inflame many a man's lust! 'A big strong lad like yourself frightened of a woman over three times your age,' she scoffed with a sneering look down her sleek nose at him. 'Just effing smash her or I'll smash you!' the bigger man cried from the floor. The cultured lady just raised her right hand and thrust the middle finger up at the approaching lad. In anger, a meaty hand seized her slender throat. 'Sorry,' he mumbled as his other hand balled into a large fist. It flew towards her face. In an instant, her right arm whipped up, slamming the forearm across his wrist blocking the blow. The thug trapped by her legs writhed and yelped in pain caused by the movement above. With a glacial coolness that mocked his effort, the aged receptionist grabbed the hand around her neck and sharply bent the fingers back then twisted his hand away. Crying out in pain, he had no choice but to bend at the knees while leaning away from her as she forced his fingers right back. His eyes went wide and a nasty croak left his lips as long slender fingers of her other hand seized his throat and dug in while pressing his head back by straightening her arm. 'This is how you choke someone,' she stated, glaring at him along the length of her sleek nose. Kept off-balance in that awkward position, he stewed in her dominance while she watched with dignified contempt. 'You're old enough to know better than attack a woman,' she stated. His face was turning bright red and his eyes were bulging as she throttled him. 'HAI! HAI!' The unexpected shout made me jump as both hands leapt up and slammed cupped palms over his ears. He howled loudly, probably with ruptured eardrums. Without pause her left arm shot out and the heel of her hand pounded his face, striking upwards into his chin, mouth and nose. His face jerked back in a spray of blood, over the back of his shoulders. If she hadn't been still holding his arm, he would have gone over backwards. Releasing his arm, the refined lady's hand flew to his groin in an underhand ball grab while her other hand returned to his throat. A strangulated croak left his lips and a look of shocked terror filled his eyes as the tendons in her slender forearm stood out as she choked him again. Giving him a hard glare that never left his eyes that must have sent chills down his spine, the slim mature receptionist yanked firmly on his balls pulling them closer to her body, causing strangulated shrieks of agony. At the same time she pressed his neck away with a straight arm and a frightening grip on his throat that looked like it could rip out his wind-pipe. Forced to lean backwards at an angle, he was utterly under the old lady's control and knew it. 'I can crack walnuts with one hand. Do you want me to demonstrate?' A choked off squeal signalled a desperate 'no'. 'You will leave the building immediately,' she instructed. A strong squeeze of his throat by her long slender fingers and a hard pull on his balls caused more squeals and tears in his eyes. She maintain her steely grip and hard stare into his eyes while his feet shuffled in a dance of agony. Without warning she gave him a hard push against his throat and a forceful tug on his balls before opening her hands. He went over backwards and crashed to the floor. 'Now get out!', she wagged a finger at him then pointed to the door. Curled up on his side, clutching his groin, he looked at his leader, still held restrained by her sexy long thighs. With lightly muscled calves flexed and hands on the hips of her sexy leather skirt, he looked up at her as if she were some kind of Goddess. I had to agree. He let out a long lustful moan and I noticed an embarrassing damp patch glistening at the front of his trousers! He was off the floor and out the door like a bullet from a gun, face pale in terror with hands covering his shame. It all happened so fast with the classy mature woman acting like a well-oiled fighting machine, that the third youth barely had time to come up behind her before it was all over. I shouted out a warning, but he wrapped an arm around her neck from behind and tried to drag her away from the man on the floor, who yelped as it stressed his scissored arm. 'HAI! HAI!" Her left elbow pumped back, angled up to drive into his solar plexus. It struck solidly and he groaned loudly as he instantly became winded then began to crease over. The elbow jerked again to slam into his throat. Coughing, his arm began to fall away but was grabbed by the wrist and pulled over a slender shoulder while she leant forwards. Spacing her legs, releasing the leader's arm, the other youth was pulled close against the mature lady's back with her backside pressing against his groin. As she angled her torso further forwards, loading him onto her back, the tips of his toes were barely in contact with the floor. He couldn't have failed to feel his dick pressing against the tightly moulded leather peach. The good-looking mature lady held him there on his toes stretched over her back. From my side view, I appreciated the beautiful curves of her buttocks with the leather clinging tightly like a second shiny skin pressed into his groin and felt envy. The hem of the skirt had risen and my eyes adoringly followed the contours of her sensational long slim legs sheathed in sheer black stockings with shimmering nylon sheen as they held the man helpless. She began to vary the angle of her lean causing his groin to rub back and forth over her rounded leather-sheathed rear. "Can you feel your manhood sliding over my firm backside'" she asked. 'Not bad for an old woman. Does it feel good' I bet your girlfriend can't do this, if you have one." The expression on his face suggested that he could and that it was marvellous, the lucky bastard! After several moments of his dick sliding back and forth in the leather grovel between firm shapely buttocks, his expression was more ecstatic and he began moaning in pleasure. I knew I would too, lucky sod! 'What the eff you doing up there?' the big man on the floor demanded, rubbing his arm angrily. The lucky so and so being rubbed off by the sexy woman's rounded rear closed his eyes and let out a loud moan of pleasure. At that moment, she straightened up, allowing his feet to momentarily return fully to the floor. Immediately leaning sharply forwards I was stunned as his feet were ripped from the floor and he went flying over the length of her back. With the haughty silver-haired Goddess in full control and holding his right wrist, he hurtled over her shoulder then fell with his legs sticking up in the air at tremendous speed. His back slammed against the floor followed by his legs then lay there groaning loudly. 'Yes I threw you, get over it! Did I throw you too hard' That's what you get for attacking a respectable older woman,' she told him. My dick was throbbing at the totally unexpected flawlessly executed shoulder-throw by the attractive receptionist who was old enough to be this guy's granny who now stood over him, looking down her nose at him lying at her feet. The classy lady had retained his right arm and held it vertically close to her right thigh while pressing back the hand at the wrist, causing him to yelp when he tried to move. Pressed a nylon-clad knee into the back of his elbow, he screamed as she stressed the joint. It was a move that made her lightly muscled calves flex. The effect of her sexy rear against his groin prior to the throw was evident by the stiffness at the front of his trousers, which she looked down at with a mocking sneer. 'I can't let you go outside with that can I?' With both hands around his right wrist and thumbs across the back of his hand, the attractive refined lady stepped her long legs over his body keeping his arm vertical. Sandwiching it between her lovely nylon-clad thighs, his hand was close to her crotch. Falling back gracefully onto her backside off to the side of his body close to his head, long slim legs sheathed in sheer black stockings hooked over his chest and throat. His upper arm still wedged between her thighs was pulled back and held against her lithesome body. His hard-on soared as he realised the back of his hand was resting between her breasts! The lad squealed in protest as his arm was levered with the back of his elbow pressing against her pubis bone acting as a fulcrum inflicting agony on his arm and shoulder. 'Nothing like a side arm-bar to teach you some good manners.' Her tone is so stern and aloof, it is no wonder that his trouser tent was throbbing. 'Please stop! You're breaking my arm!" he screamed. It looked like his wrist and elbow would snap and his shoulder would rip out of its socket. His eyes were glued to the sexy stocking-sheathed legs and suspenders on show right before his eyes with glances at the sensual black leather skirt whose hem had ridden right back. Pulling back on his arm, his shoulders rose causing his throat to be pulled tighter into the crook of the knee draped over his neck as she used both legs hooked over his upper body to restrain him. The sheer domination by an elegant feminine older lady with such a great pair of legs in shimmering nylon is too much. He began to thrust his hips up and down in a lustful frenzy that only drove his neck tighter into the crook of her leg. Moaning deliriously he was going crazy trying to work himself off but her sexy legs effortlessly subdue him. The tension gets too much and with a loud drawn-out moan, he publicly shames himself by blasting his seed into his pants, soaking the front of his trousers. The silver fox looked triumphant as she opened her sensational legs and the youth flopped out on the floor senseless. In his sexual frenzy he had knocked himself out against her sexy sleek legs! I cried a warning as the lithe lady stood up. The ring-leader was back on his feet and, with an angry red face, came at her. 'HAI!' A forearm shot up to block a punch then her hand clamped his wrist. The hem of the shimmering leather skirt slid back over beautiful stocking-sheathed legs as a knee rocketed up to solidly pound the side of his waist, making him groan loudly. As he began to lean towards his injured side, her slender hands seized the top of his shirt and pulled him toward her while planting the sole of a heeled shoe in his groin. Leaning backwards and bending her left leg, she fell gracefully onto her rear, pulling him down with her. Her slim right leg took his weight in an eye-watering length of stockings, before whipping him over her body as her back rolled on the floor. He yelped in shock as he was launched like a slingshot flying through the air unsupported and at tremendous speed while somersaulting. He flew half-way across reception before his back slammed against the floor, with a cry, and then went sliding the rest of the way across. 'How's that for a Judo throw?' To say my dick lurched by the unexpected throw was an understatement! Dazed by the throw and winded by the landing the man could only watch, while gasping for air, the shins of the posh mature lady backed by shapely calves in warmly glowing sheer-black nylon and the moving light textures on the leather skirt as she walked towards his unmoving companion. Her pinched attractive face looked down at him from over her sleek nose with her lips set in a dismissive sneer. To my surprise, she went onto one leg while raising her left knee and made a very leggy show of removing the shoe, that certainly left me panting quietly in lust! She then repeated the cock-teasing process with her other leg. I didn't know why she was doing that but it was mesmerising to watch. 'The big bad bully and his two young henchmen beaten up by a mature female receptionist in seconds,' she stated. 'Caught on CCTV that I could post on social media to make you a laughing stock.' I was shocked when she deliberately stepped onto the youth's stomach as he lay on the floor. She probably didn't weigh that much but it was heavy enough for her foot to sink right into his belly! He sat bolt upright, awake in an instant, with his eyes wide staring at the dainty foot buried in his gut and the sexy long legs above it. Realising that he couldn't breathe, his arms and legs flapped around and gasped like a fish out of water. The leggy golden girl stepped off before he passed out again. Glaring down at him with a superior look, Penelope just pointed a finger to the door in a clear directive. He scrambled to his feet, as best he could while struggling for breath, and was away like a dog out of the traps while the smug sophisticated lady stuck a finger up after him. Lying on the floor, the gang leader had a great view of those lovely long legs, clad sensuously in sheer black nylon stockings, as they walked across the floor towards him with the leather skirt hugging her shapely hips and stretched tightly between her slender thighs making sensual moving shimmering patterns. In fact they were so mesmerising, he didn't think of trying to get up until she was almost standing before him. He tried to sit up but she covered the last few steps quickly and he found the sole of a nylon-clad foot shoved into his face firmly pushing his head back to the floor. 'Do you enjoy getting beat up by a woman old enough to be your grandmother?' she asked in a stern tone. The tight leather skirt stretched in tantalising patterns as one stockinged foot was flat on the floor while the other was firmly on his face. The flimsy blouse did nothing to stop her fully erect nipples jutting out so much they were health and safety hazards, they could take someone's eye out! There was a mumbled complaint and he tried to raise his head but with hard blade shaped sleek calves flexing prominently, it was forced firmly against the floor and held there. He grabbed her slim ankles to try and pull the foot away but she raised it out of his hands then slammed it back down forcefully, raising a squeal of protest. 'Try that again and I will stomp your face until it is bloody and broken.' He remained still as she began rubbing the sole of her stocking-sheathed foot roughly over his mouth. 'Are you one of those weirdos who have a fetish for Granny feet',' she asked, briskly grinding her sole against his mouth. 'Could never understand it myself,' she added. 'Think of all the muck on the bottom of my feet from this floor.' The elegant lady continued to assert her dominance by rubbing her foot in his face for quite some time while he squirmed beneath it. Suddenly she stopped and removed her foot then positioned it over his groin. 'Get up before I stomp your balls out of existence!' she commanded. Glowering with open resentment at the lean older woman, the man began to get up. He only managed to get to his knees when she grabbed him by the front of his shirt with one hand, and around the top of his forehead with the other and began pulling him up roughly. I was surprised that she physically manhandled him with relative ease given the size difference. 'Come on. I haven't got all day to waste on the likes of you,' she told him, abruptly. Forced onto his feet, the well-maintained lady faced him, wagging a finger while shimmering light reflected from her leather skirt. 'Now get out and don't ever let me catch you here again or next time I won't go so easy on you. Go!' she slammed the heel of her right palm into his sternum making him gasp and stagger backwards. Giving him a withering glare, the lithe woman took a strident step towards him. He turned on his heels and fled. Alone again with the prim mature beauty, I fancied her more than ever now I knew she was a woman of action. 'You were amazing!' It was dumb but I didn't know what else to say. 'Jean told me that you liked that sort of thing,' she replied with a glance at my groin. 'Sorry,' I mumbled as I tried to cover the bulge in embarrassment. 'It's too late for that, I've seen it,' she smiled, picking up her shoes. 'At my age I take that as a compliment.' Of course she would know the slightly dotty little old lady who used to work here with the big thrusting bust, squat powerful build, and huge muscular calves with fearsome martial arts skills and ferocious sexual appetite [JPECHO?'01 & 09, JIMP?'42 & 58]. 'Do you think those men were pressuring Professor Collins to tip them off about valuable items?' I asked as I helped tidy up. I tried to stop myself staring at her in aroused memory of the punishment that slender body had just delivered but it was hard because she looked great in a leather skirt. 'I'm due to be relieved in a short while. Why don't we discuss this over lunch' We can go to my place. I don't live far, if you don't mind driving me.' How could I say no to an attractive older woman in sexy clothing and surprisingly more than capable of seeing off 3 men with impressive self-defence skills' 'I just need to change my footwear,' she told me. Opening a cupboard next to the reception desk she placed her shoes inside then took out a pair of black leather boots and shut the door before taking a seat to put them on. 'It's dry outside,' I told her, puzzled. 'Don't you like my boots?' They were good quality, highly reflective and shiny, into which she slipped her stockinged feet then did up the zip at the sides. Rather than those formless boots some women wear, these fitted snugly and emphasised the wonderful shape and curves of her calves and the arches of the top of her feet and slim ankles. 'I like them. They really flatter the wonderful shape of your calves,' I said truthfully. I noticed the metal heel that raised up her heels to give the arches of the top of her feet an amazing shape. 'Those heels look pretty heavy duty.' 'And the steel toe-caps,' she replied. I looked at her in astonishment. 'This granny has her Karate boots on so you better watch out,' she remarked. Standing up, she came around to my side of the desk. Was she joking' It certainly re-stoked my erection! 'Dressed like that, you look incredibly sexy and dangerous.' 'You keep flattering me. Are you after something' You might very well get it if you're not careful,' she said with a suggestive wink. Those boots reminded me of Glynnis, the mature receptionist in my office building who wore something similar and also called them her Karate boots [JIMP048]. She also wore them with a leather skirt and sheer black stockings. It seemed too much of a coincidence. 'Are you expecting they will try to ambush me in the car park?' I asked, keeping my suspicions to myself. 'It doesn't hurt to take precautions.' 'Maybe we should call campus security?' 'On the foolish worries of a silly old woman. Nothing will probably happen,' she smiled. 'Besides we don't need them'. Further discussion was curtailed with the arrival of the woman covering at reception. After they had a bit of a chat, we left and headed for the car park. 'They have CCTV in the car park don't they?' I asked. 'Yes but not diligently monitored, why?' There were a lot more than three, coming from all around us. 'Run to safety before we're boxed in and call security,' I urged. 'Don't be so chivalrous on my account,' she replied in a haughty tone. 'I'm not running anywhere.' 'Off to give your granny girlfriend a good seeing to,' the ring-leader shouted. 'Mind her false teeth don't fly out as you bang her.' The gang he brought with him laughed at that. 'That privileged entitled troublemaker needs a lesson in manners,' the classy lady stated at my side. 'Tell me where to get the item and there will be no trouble,' he bellowed. 'After me and the guys have let off a little steam, that is.' He and his cronies sniggered. 'I'm responsible for this visitor's safety while he is on campus,' the attractive confident mature woman spoke loud and clear. 'You remember the thrashing I just gave you in reception' Are you so afraid of a woman three times your age that you had to bring so many for support?' she sneered. There were murmuring and quizzical looks amongst some of the others. They obviously had not been told about that. 'She caught me by surprise, kneed me in the nuts, alright?' he angrily explained to them. The gobby big-head smirked as he stripped off his shirt to reveal a heavily muscled physique with big muscle-bound arms and a 6 pack. 'Is that meant to impress me?' the grey-haired lady sneered. 'You'll be begging for it, when you're pinned beneath this fit body, old granny!' he bragged. 'You are a very crude distasteful young man,' she remarked, unimpressed. 'You deserve to be soundly beaten and humiliated before all your cohorts.' Red-faced with anger, the creep approached the smaller slim figure of the older lady with his big fists raised and hunched slightly behind them to present a smaller profile. 'You're going to hit the ground, Granny, and yes it's going to hurt,' he said with an eager grin. 'Are you going to bore me into submission with your braggadocio?' she replied with calm poise. Moving faster than I would have given him credit, a meaty fist streaked towards her face. Flinging an arm up in a nonchalant manner, the exquisite lady blocked it with the outside of her forearm then immediately clamped a hand around his wrist. Twisting the arm and darting behind him, his hand was forced right up into the middle of his back in a hammerlock, causing him to yelp. 'HAI!' Light patterns pulsed across the leather skirt as a knee shot up while the hem slid back over her stocking tops. Immediately powering downward, the sole of a shapely form-fitting boot stomped the crook of his knee. With a cry of pain, his leg folded and he fell face-first onto the ground. Looking strong and commanding, the cultured lady stood over the bully with her hands upon her slender hips. Her sensuous leather skirt was taut between her thighs and the knee-length boots stood astride emphasising her long slender shins and curvaceous calves. Looking down at him with a contemptuous sneer, she was the epitome of elderly female superiority and my dick stiffened rapidly. 'Now get out of here while you still can,' she stated contemptuously. Suddenly she leapt back as a kick hurtled towards her legs from the ground, barely missing. The creep leapt to his feet and adopted a fighting stance. 'Don't just stand there looking gormless. Grab the dweeb while I take care of the old bitch!' A huge mindless oaf stepped towards me with menace in his eyes and a big stupid grin with an equally tough looking guy by his side. My heart raced as I frantically looked around for something I could use as a weapon and found nothing. Suddenly Penelope stepped in front of them and without hesitation, hooked her arm around the latter's arm. Locking it under her arm pit, she applied pressure with her upper arm stressing his elbow by bending it back over her forearm, making him cry out and dance in agony. The aged beauty looked so sexy in a translucent blouse, leather skirt, stockings and high-heeled boots yet strong and capable as she effortlessly dominated him. Roaring with red-faced anger, the other hulking brute rushed at her. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' Maintaining her elegance and feminine grace while physically restraining one lad, the silver-haired lady's right knee shot up. The hem of the slinky leather skirt slid-back with a brief eyeful of long thighs and stocking tops as the leg straightened in a pulse, powering the pointed steel-reinforced toe of the high-heeled boot forward. A blood-curdling scream made every man present wince as the pointed toe swung up between the top of his thighs and hammered his balls like a nail gun. With a very solid thud, his trouser meat visibly flew up the front of his jeans as the force of the kick drove him onto the tips of his toes with a face screwed up in agony. The toe next flew straight to his jaw, snapping his head right back. Pulling back at the knee, it arced back out to hammer his face with the top of the foot then whipped back to slam it with the sole. His face twisted around and back in a mist of spittle and blood, looking unsteady on his feet before beginning to double over his aching balls. 'That must hurt having your balls kicked right up inside you!' the elegant lady mocked. The man in the armlock was meanwhile squealing in pain due to the stress all the movement was putting on his arm. 'HAI!' Without warning, the knee shot up again with a blur of reflected light towards the bowed head before her. There was a brief scream as, accompanied by flash of stocking tops, the hard knee slammed into the underside of his chin like a piston. With an audible crunch of teeth as his lower jaw crashed into the upper, his head flew back at whiplash speed and the huge thug collapsed to the ground. Through the back of a sexy pair of high-heeled boots and the receptionist's wide spread legs, I saw him with a bloodied face curl into a ball, clutching his groin while rocking back and forth. I looked away as his cheeks ballooned and spewed then passed out. I looked back and was horrified at the sight of blood seeping through the front of his trousers! Turning sideways on to the man hopelessly restrained in her armlock, he growled in defiance and clumsily tried to punch her with his left fist. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' Her right arm swung around at shoulder height with the hand flat and shaped like a blade. There was an audible crack as it chopped the bridge of his nose, starting a nosebleed. Then his mouth dropped in soundless agony as her knee rose in front of him, with the short leather skirt riding up her thighs, to deliver a salvo of lighting fast kicks that rained agony on his balls. Repeatedly snapping front kicks at a phenomenal rate, using her lower leg with the knee raised and steady, a hailstorm of agony pounded his groin with the wicked pointed toe of her boot. The kicks were landing so fast, he was in constant agony and unable to defend himself. He tried to turn away but yelped at the pain in his trapped arm. I was distressed to see the front of his trousers turning red. Finally the aloof severe faced aged woman returned her foot to the ground. Seizing his wrist with her right hand, she stretched out his trapped arm and gave it a sharp twist while pressing on his elbow with her other hand, forcing him to bend right over looking down at the ground. 'HAI!' An arm slammed down across the back of his elbow. There was a loud scream and the gruesome sound of snapping bone then he fell on top of the other man at the her feet with his arm bent at an unnatural angle and loudly sobbing. Grey-haired smart and sexy, she faced the other youths as if challenging them. 'Who's next to feel the force of my Karate boots?' That certainly caused a lurch at the front of my trousers! 'HAI!' With a cold ruthless severity to her pinched face, a deadly-heeled form-fitting kinky boot stomped down in a flash. The sole stomped across the throat of the tough on top of the pile before her. His body lurched then collapsed back, limp and unmoving. 'I suggest you all go to your classes or whatever it is you do on campus,' she told them. 'As you can see, I love making boys like you cry!' Having seen what the dignified lady can do, they are reluctant to get involved and can't even bring themselves to make eye-contact. I noticed quite a few sporting noticeable erections. Without warning the ring-leader dashed in from the side to blast a searing kick straight at the stern-faced mature lady. With incredible speed and agility, looking hot in a flimsy blouse, leather skirt, stockings and high-heeled boots, her right knee soared to an astounding height to intercept it with the side of her boot. 'HAI! HA!' In a very leggy display, the raised leg straighten in an instant driving the heel and sole of the boot straight down the inside of his raised leg, into his unprotected groin causing him to howl. Even before his leg could drop, the silver haired lady lent back and, without lowering her knee, angled it sideways before snapping straight. He cried out as the sole of her boot pounded his side above his hip with the wicked metal heel stabbing like a knife. Instinctively he began to lean over his injured side. 'HAI!' With astounding speed, her right leg kicked high before her and looked as if it could've taken his head clean off had he hadn't swiftly leant sharply back so that the deadly boot narrowly misses. With a cock-stirring eyeful of her long sexy legs fully on show complete with stocking tops and suspenders, as the leather skirt rode up around her hips, they spread wide apart until she was doing a standing front splits! I was stunned and aroused at her unexpected limberness. Up until now I had thought her karate-like cries to be part of her defensive training to unnerve an attacker, but her speed, power and flexibility was remarkable. The arrogant young male had thought this would be easy but the elegant old lady is totally out-performing him in front of his gang. Snarling, he came in fast and blasts an elbow strike towards her chin. 'HAI!' Before it can even get close, she quickly turned side-on with a knee level with her hips. In a flash, the long slim leg arced around and slammed the leading edge of the boot across the side of his neck. With the leather skirt pulled tight over her shapely buttocks, not only is there a glance of the back of seamed sheer black nylon stockings, stocking tops but also firm bare skin leading to the apex of her long legs and the sight of a skimpy black triangle of briefs! Jeez, I was hard as a rock 'down below'. The man's body shudders to a halt as his head whips hard over his right shoulder. 'HAI!' Without returning to the ground, the long leg flashed out again. With the skirt still around the tops of her thighs, the shin of her boot pounds across his stomach with an exciting flex of sleek hard thighs and so loudly that the sound reverberated around the car park! It must have been like running into a steel bar. Pursing his lips and with swelling cheeks, the man fought not to spill his breath while trying not to crease over and failing on both fronts. 'HAI! HAI!' With astonishing flexibility and stamina, and still not lowering, the leg soared high again. A barely visible flash streaked right up high before her. The sole of the high-heeled boot caught him square on the jaw whipping his head back hard. Spinning on the metal heel of her left boot, the right blasted backwards when her back was turned to him. The sole of the boot pounded his gut even harder, while the wicked heel spiked the centre of his abs. The graceful slim silver-haired lady's lightning-fast kick was too much for his abs to handle. Groaning loudly, he began to crease sharply forwards. Without pause, the stylish lady hooked her right arm over his left, stretching it and applying pressure on the back of his elbow, keeping him bent over before her. 'HAI!' With a stony faced, she formed a knife-hand with her right hand which slashed down to solidly chop the back of his neck. The big man goes down and is finished off with a stomp on his back between the top of his shoulder blades. With three defeated young men on the ground, the smart sophisticated lady was a victorious image of strong mature womanhood. With a translucent blouse showing the bra underneath and nipples as hard as bullets that I would have loved to suck on, a sensuous black leather skirt with sheer black nylon covering sensational legs down to calve-hugging black leather high-heeled boots, she certainly had me aching hard. 'Come on, I haven't got all day!' she snapped at the handful that remained. She pointed a finger at them then formed her slender right hand into a blade shape then nodded at it. Faces turned pale and they turned to quickly leave the scene. I think it also caused a few premature ejaculations! One brave lad, arguably a stupid one, sneaked up from behind a parked car then rushed out to grab her from the rear and wrapped a beefy arm around her neck. 'Go to sleep, bitch!' Swinging her head towards the bend in his elbow, allowing herself to breathe, a knee rose swiftly before her with the hem of the leather skirt sliding back along her beautiful long slim stocking-clad thighs and stocking tops. 'HAI! HAI!' The leg pumped backwards at frightening speed. Kicking slightly upwards the sole of the boot pounded his ball-sack while the wicked metal heel spiked the shaft. He began to howl in agony before her left arm pumped back and the point of the elbow slammed into the centre of his stomach close to the sternum. An explosion of air left his mouth which fell wide in agony. His arm slipped from her neck as he began to crease forwards. With shimmering patterns off leather, a nylon-clad knee shot up by her side and angled with the sole of the boot pointing towards his face. 'HAI! HAI!' The form-fitting Karate boot shot back with no time to scream as the sole slammed into the underside of his jaw, snapping his face skywards in a neck-wrenching instant. Spinning to fully face him, the boot hurtled forwards without lowering. The top of the kinky boot hammered right across his lower face as it bounced forwards again, kicking his head back over his shoulders at speed that surely gave him whiplash. He fell back onto his rear with his back against a piece of street furniture, bleeding from his nose, mouth and groin. With eyes wide and trembling with fear, he watched those deadly sensual boots as they stood before him. "Please, no. He made me do it," he begged, raising his hands to protect himself. The refined narrow-faced lady looked down her nose at him, unsympathetically. A hand darted out to seize an arm and pull it out of the way. 'HAI!' He wet himself as a boot shot towards him, in a streak of reflected light. The sole hammered brutally across his throat and pressed it down fully against the ground. She stood over his motionless body with the sole of her boot upon his throat looking invincible and powerful with several other unconscious youths lying around her. My dick was like a steel rod, beating inside my trousers for this silver-haired beauty. She didn't fight like a man, but elegantly and stylish like a sophisticated woman at all times. Even the ring-leader, who had forced himself to his feet, was eyeing her up appreciatively from behind. Given how sensational her behind looked in skin-tight leather, who could blame him' 'Don't even think about it,' she told him without even looking around. 'I would destroy you without mercy.' The refined lady turned around to face the privileged brute. 'What else did you expect but a severe beating by going up against a mature woman' After all when all's done and told, you're nothing more than a spoilt over-privileged entitled boy.' 'My father will have you sacked!' he shouted, red in the face and glaring wild-eyed. 'Not after he's seen the CCTV footage from the reception and here. The national tabloids would be very interested to see that if any such action is taken.' The knucklehead literally leapt forward in a rage, jumping high off the ground to come down towards the slender mature lady with his big fists raised for clobbering. 'HAI!' A shiny pulse of light shot up high followed by a solid thump and a wail of lost breath as the sole of a Karate boot found his gut while he was still in the air, well before his fists got anywhere near and plunged through his 6-pack. The kick was so strong that he was propelled backwards and would have fallen over if she hadn't grasped his right wrist and twisted it behind his back. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' The big lad found himself immediately on the defensive as the silver-haired lady's sexy Karate boots unleashed a barrage of high-speed high-altitude kicks that arced around his left side from behind like lightning to blast his face from side to side. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' Using his arm to spin him around to face her, long-legged kicks slammed like a hailstorm into his face, without lowering, mashing his features and rocking it back and forth. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' Her dainty fists blazed so fast they were barely visible, punching his face so it rocked like a nodding toy dog. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' His head arched back on his neck with his mouth wide as her small fists drilled his gut at high velocity and his body began to crease in the middle. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' Faced with a leather skirt and see-through blouse wearing whirlwind of high-speed, flexible and powerful kicks pummelled and cut up his face with metal reinforced boots and heels. He had no way of stopping the onslaught! 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' The stern-faced mature lady was now really letting him have her full fury, which was terrifying as it was arousing to watch. His body jerked continually under the brutal impact of the old lady's untiring devastating kicks as strong kicks hammered his chest that left him gasping and barely able to stand. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' To my surprise, she moved in close and let loose with her small dainty fists that smacked hard against his chin, hammering his face left, right then left again within the space of a heartbeat. 'HI-YAH!' He visibly flinched. The hem of her leather skirt fell back to expose her stocking tops, as she went onto the toe of her left boot to drive the right knee to an incredulous height. It pounded the underside of his jaw, snapping his head right back over his shoulders leaving him staggering with his head lolling and blood pouring from his mouth. Unsteady and almost out on his feet, he sees the sternly attractive slim elderly lady before him with her hands on her hips and a smug smirk of superiority. 'Now you know why I call these my Karate boots,' she stated. 'Please no more!' he gasped. 'Hah! Mister MMA expert!' she sneered while he trembled. 'You're no match for a receptionist in her golden years'. Staring at the silver-haired leather clad mature Goddess before him, a strange expression came over his face as the front of his trousers rose. 'You've even got a hard-on for me!' she sneered. 'Please, I'll pay you!' 'How dare you, I'm not a whore!' she exclaimed angrily. 'No, I didn't mean..' 'HAI!' The hem of the leather skirt jerked back as a knee rocketed between his upper thighs. He quaked in terror but it doesn't strike him but stopped less than 5cm from his groin and remained there. I was puzzled as she just glared at him while opening her small thin-lipped mouth to form a ring of scarlet. He watched in fascination, breathing heavily, as the tip of her tongue appeared between her lips then slowly ran around the underside of her lips in a provocative and sensual manner. It was so sexy from where I was standing, I just wanted to rush over and kiss the classy lady passionately on the lips. He was right at point zero and got it full blast. His trouser-tent soared and began thrashing while he groaned orgasmically and madly thrust his hips back and forth with his groin moving above the raised nylon-clad knee and sensational upper thighs. An embarrassing damp patch quickly formed at the front of his trousers. I was stunned, she hadn't even touched him and he came heavily. The knee lowered with an arrogant smirk on Penelope's narrow small face. 'All done?' she sneered, grabbing his chin to force him to look at her. Moving her hands to the front of his shirt, she forced him to stand then pressed the front of her body against him. 'Then so are you' she told him nose to nose. Trebling and panting fast though from fear or lust for the good-looking stern-faced silver-haired lady I could not tell. 'Please please please,' he gasped quickly. It was almost as though he was highly aroused again and wanted her to bring him off again! Without breaking eye contact and with a tight smirk she raised a slender long-fingered hand like a blade of deadly female destruction. 'Are you ready?' she practically purred sexual allure. 'Oh yes' he gasped. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' Her hand moved in a blur of motion, alternately chopping the sides of his neck again and again, making his body twitch and shake. The way he was panting and trembling, it was like he wanted to cum again, although his trouser-tent had deflated. The magnificent mature leather-wearing mature lady pulled back her right arm, bent at the elbow and held slightly above shoulder height with the knife-shaped hand pointing at him. His eyes went wide in horror. 'HAI!' The hand shot forwards like an arrow from a bow and stiff fingers drove into his throat. Clutching his neck, choking, he collapsed face first to the ground, barely moving. 'HAI!' A boot flashed down to brutally stomp the back of his neck, the metal heel punching his carotid artery, his body lurched up in the middle forming a back-bridge before slumping at her booted feet, limp and silent. Placing the sole of her right boot on the back of his head, she faced me with her hands upon her hips and the leather skirt rucked up around the top of her long sexy thighs. Lord I was turned on by this lady but horrified by the brutality. 'Oh heck!' she exclaimed in a voice full of passion in a way. 'All this fighting has got me really aroused!. 'Is he, er, dead?' I asked. Giving a sigh and rolling her eyes, she knelt down to feel his pulse at the neck. 'Oh no, Jim!' she gasped. 'What?' I asked in concern. 'He's still alive,' she said with a wink and stood up. Penelope approached and I watched those sexy black leather boots with the deadly high heels in trepidation, knowing she wasn't lying when she called them her Karate boots. She really was smouldering hot with a stern expression on her pinched face and fully erect nipples that made me groan mentally with lust in my mind! 'You look shaken up, Jim,' she observed. 'Drive me home as we planned and I'll see to you. It's not far.' I agreed and set about locating the car. In retrospect, I should have listened more carefully to what she had said. Once I found the car and we got in, I drove following her directions and couldn't help glancing at her slender legs. Sitting in the passenger seat, the hem of her leather skirt had risen right back exposing the stocking tops. It was no exaggeration to say that this elderly lady had very sexy legs indeed that looked sensational with the light shimmering off sheer black nylon. To say they were a distraction was an understatement. I had to use all my will to concentrate on the road and drive safely. After a short journey, Penelope instructed me to park up on the drive of quite a substantial 4-bedroomed detached house. Certainly more than a receptionist could afford. 'Nice house. It must be worth a packet', I prodded not so subtly. 'My late husband inherited it from his parents and I have a bit to maintain a good standard of living,' she told me as we approached the front door. Unlocking the door and entering, I saw that the inside d'cor was as stylish as this good-looking woman. I felt out of place as she led me into a very large well-appointed living room with large comfortable chairs and a large soft looking sofa. 'About Professor Collins?' I prompted. 'Yes. I believe he tips that thug off on valuable pieces he can steal or get by force and sell on the black market. Campus security let me use the CCTV to keep an eye on them both.' I didn't tell her that doing so was an invasion of privacy and probably illegal if not unethical. 'I have a good amount of evidence,' the pinched-faced mature beauty told me. 'But could do with your help to sort through it and turn it into a case to prosecute them.' 'I can certainly help there,' I told her, happy to have an excuse to see the attractive highly capable lady again. 'I'm sure I can't afford your rates but I'm sure I can find some way to pay you.' To my surprise the alluring silver-haired lady began to undo the white translucent blouse she had been wearing. Before I could voice an objection, I was faced with a white bra cupping a fair sized pair of breasts with a lovely cleavage between. As her arms slipped from the sleeves, I saw how lean and toned they were with a hint of ruggedness and a faint suggestion of biceps veins. She noticed my attention. 'I do yoga and ballet to stay fit and supple.' Her stomach was noticeably flat and firm and as she turned to put down her blouse, I saw how beautifully muscled her back was, like a dancer's. 'You're a beautiful classy lady but you don't have to do that to pay me!' I found my voice, recovering from the shock. Staring at me smugly, Penelope's hands moved to unclasp her bra. I tried to grab her hands to stop her but she pushed them away. 'HAI!' The sharp cry made me wince to hear it used on me. Her right hand was a blur as the edge chopped the side of my neck, making my body twitch and shudder. 'HAI!" A bright streak flew towards me then the sole of a high-heeled boot pounded the middle of my chest along with the bite of the metal heel. I sensed her holding back the full devastating power of her kick yet even so it was enough to send me to my knees, gasping. 'If that's how you rather be paid then I will certainly consider it,' she told me and began to remove her boots which I thought was a good sign. I thought wrong. The lean toned silver-haired lady caught me staring and suddenly stepped towards me. I felt nervous and tried to straighten up but she moved too quickly. 'HAI!' Her hands shot out to seize the top of my head and pulled it down sharpy forcing me to look down as a stocking-clad knee came rushing up to meet it. The top of her thigh close to her knee hit my jaw with a teeth-rattling blow that knocked back my face. I knew it could have been a lot harder and the effects more messy and devastating. I watched with excited anticipation as the hard-bodied mature woman removed her bra then placed it neatly with the blouse before facing me. 'I saved you twice today from getting a beating,' she stated. 'No, don't turn your head from me. Take a good look, Jim, I'm not ashamed of my body.' She stood proudly before me, now topless, in what seemed like a confrontational manner daring me not to look. Without the support of the bra, her breasts were small but pleasant and firm. WALLOP! It was certainly a body that made my dick lurch big time. I half-expected to see a black ivory pendent of a multi-limbed Persian Goddess hanging from her necklace but there was none. 'You're in fabulous shape,' I admitted. 'I'm very grateful for you protecting me today.' It felt a bit odd saying that to an older woman especially as one as slim and classy as her. 'F.A.B.?' she asked. 'F.A.B. indeed M'lady.' She smiled at that. 'I want you to repay me, Jim, and you know full well what I mean,' she stated with a meaningful glance at my crotch. Her pupils were dilated, her nipples fully erect and her face hungry like a sexual predator. Oh boy what I had I got myself into this time'. "Stop me if you dare," she challenged as her hands went to her waist and unzipped the leather skirt. It came off to reveal the skimpy thong briefs I caught glimpses of earlier and a suspender belt around her waist. Her sensational stocking-clad legs were far better than most would expect of a woman her age and better than most younger women. She approached, her eyes staring at mine with a tight set to her lips that was forceful and arousing. Unable to take the concentrated glare I looked away from her face then found myself unable to stop staring at her body. Everything was so firm and toned with no sign of fat nor creases or wrinkles that belied her age other than those around the face and neck. Before I could gather my wits she had pressed that remarkable torso against me and brought her face close to mine, still staring into my eyes. She really was a remarkably classy beautiful woman that the silver-hair enhanced. 'My hobbies include yoga and ballet as I told you,' she told me in a soft alluring voice that went straight to my groin. A knee rose and pressed against the base of my groin, startlingly me, then began to slowly rub seductively back and forth while staring into my eyes at close range. 'Fighting off those youths today was the sexiest I've ever felt. It was so incredibly exciting and highly arousing. My new favourite hobbies will be martial arts and making young men cry.' The silver-haired beauty brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered seductively. 'It made me so very horny that I'm going to do it to you then force you to give me the biggest orgasms of my life. I must warn you that I am just as proficient sexually as I am in the Dojo." I was shocked but turned on all the same. 'HAI!' I jumped in fright as a black nylon blur shot past my face at a frightening speed and incredible flexibility, especially for a woman her age. I was even more amazed and highly aroused when she caught the foot with both hands then held the long slim leg by her side in a standing side-splits. Like a long slim human flagpole sheathed in sheer black nylons, the dignified topless lady held it in place and my eyes adored the long sensual curves of her sleek, smooth calves, thighs, and hamstrings with toned firm feminine strength. PHROAR! I groaned mentally, this classy mature lady had an exceptionally fit flawless body and with her litheness was really driving me wild. All the while she watched me with a slightly amused expression. 'You have exceptionally beautiful legs,' I remarked. 'HAI! HAI! HAI!' The raised leg dropped like an axe, too close and too fast to avoid. I cried out as the back of her heel pounded the slope connecting my right shoulder to my neck. My knees buckled and my torso scrunched up under the blow. Without pause, the leg whipped out sideways, without lowering, while leaning away. The nylon-sheathed sole of her dainty foot slammed against my chest at high speed, forcibly hammering my sternum. I groaned loudly as my ribcage was compressed, winding me and causing me to crease right over before the lean mature beauty. I tried to cry out as the edge of a hand chopped the back of my neck, sending me sprawling onto the plush carpet. When I had unscrambled my senses, I looked up in awe along those amazing long slim stocking-sheathed legs. The topless silver-haired lady stood over me with her hands on her hips and a stern expression. 'Now, about those orgasms you owe me,' she said while removing the suspender belt. 'Rampant sex or painful martial arts' Your choice,' she told me as she raised one knee then the other to slip out of her skimpy briefs. "Actually, not your choice at all. I'm going to dominant you physically and drain you sexually." The elegant looking lady stood over me completely naked apart from her stockings, showing that she was a real blonde! Rigid, rigid, rigid! She had a hell of a fit sexy body for her age, for a woman of any age for that matter! A man like me had no chance resisting a woman like that! 'I've seen how you look at me and your erection when you saw me in the leather skirt and boots, even more so when I dealt with those boys,' she stated. 'Now it's time for you to give me what I deserve.' I watched as standing astride my body, she turned around then, in astonishment, her legs flew out in opposite directions and her shapely bare rear dropped towards me. I groaned loudly as the aged fit lady dropped into a side-splits across my chest facing away from me so that I was staring at her bare buttocks with the backs of her long slim legs stretching out on either side. Oh what a fit sexy woman! I could only stare as that firm well-shaped rounded behind leapt back to cover my face with the backs of her buttocks and upper thighs pinning my arms and shoulders! My mouth and nose was smothered by her unmentionables while my eyes peeked up over the beautifully rounded peach, struggling to breathe. I felt her body weight shift and her buttocks rotate on my face as she leant forward and began to unbuckle my trouser belt, unzip the flies then push my trousers towards my knees. 'Let's get these pants off and see the goods,' I heard her say as she did the same for my underwear. Having a practically naked grey-haired classy lady demonstrating how fit and limber she was by doing a full side-splits across my face while burying it in her shapely backside while she undressed my lower half was so dominant, my dick was aching, and sprang like a spring-loaded door-stop to escape the confines of my pants. That was even though her full-weight face-sit smothered my face completely, apart from my eyes, making it difficult to breath. Even so, I felt her hand encircle my shaft and begin to pump it up and down vigorously to get it harder. 'If you want to breathe again, lick my pussy until I cum,' she commanded. I had to obey, besides I was really turned on. Sticking out my tongue, I found the place on her undercarriage that made her squirm and make small rubbing movements, then really went for it. As her moans of pleasure got louder and more frequent, she was rubbing her pussy more and more over my mouth, sliming my face and rewarding me with brief snippets of air. Finally her buttocks began slamming up and down on my face as she came nosily, cumming so hard she squirted on my face while maintaining the splits position. I was close to climax too except she sat back fully on my face and sat there for ages depriving me of oxygen. Eventually her rear rose from my face, allowing me to gulp down fresh air. 'Up you get,' the stunning firm-bodied aged lady commanded as she got up then leant forward slightly, extending a hand to help me up. I took it and let her help me while admiring the toned muscularity in her arm as she did so. OK, I should have known better. No sooner I was standing, adoring her slim fit firm torso, when she turned her back on me and whipped my right arm over her right shoulder. The feel of her bare back against my front was exhilarating then her firm backside thrust into my groin as she leant forward. My dick lurched with the brief journey over her buttocks before I was airborne, hurtling over her slim shoulders. Flipping forwards as I fell at tremendous speed, feeling motion-sickness and dizzy. To my surprise, my back slammed into something soft and springy. I found myself on a large comfortable sofa before the practically naked aged woman leapt on top with her backside before my face and her long slim legs either side. Those toned legs closed like a steel trap, clamping my neck in a reverse head scissors. I gasped at the strong pressure those slim legs could exert. Having a naked woman on top scissoring you with your face close to her backside is highly erotic, especially if you could see her buttocks clench as she poured on the pressure. I sensed the restricted flow of blood to my brain and knew that this elderly lady could easily knock me out which made my dick even harder. I began to moan with pleasure, feeling the tip of my rigidity slip inside her mouth then again as she rolled her tongue around my shaft with ultimate skill. That's the thing with very mature women like her, they've probably had years of experience. She was incredibly good, and I soon couldn't stop myself thrusting my hips. The silver-haired Goddess rhythmically squeezed her long slim legs in time with my thrusts while running her mouth along the whole length of my shaft while I moaned like a maniac. She soon had me at the point where I was nearly bursting and begging for release. That's when she nimbly hopped forward and with her lightly muscled back toward me, slipped my rod inside her then reverse rode me vigorously until she climaxed. I didn't have a chance and joined her in ecstasy. With little rest, the narrow-face classy looking silver-haired lady pulled me to my feet with her slim arms swelling with small taut low muscles. Pushing me firmly across to the other side of the room, she got my back up against a wall with a hand around my throat. The tendons in her forearm and a light hint of triceps indicated she was stronger than she looked. With a look of feral excitement in her eyes, she pressed that sensational firm body against me. 'You are mine to do as I please,' she stated. "There's no point in resisting but I would be happy if you tried." Looking me straight in the eyes and without a further word, she took my manhood in her hands and began to give me a long, slow handjob. Working me without breaking eye contact, she stroked me hard, asserting her dominance over me. There was no point resisting, even if I wanted to, she was far too skilled and I lusted after her toned lithe body. It wasn't long before my will was breaking with my breathing quickening. 'Oh Penelope, you're amazing, oh please,' she had me begging, longing for release. With a smirk of natural superiority, the hard-bodied GILF took my hands in hers and pulled me away from the wall and towards the middle of the room. Still moving, her right knee rose to place her foot on my stomach then she fell back in a high-speed stomach throw that sent me hurtling right across the room at brain-scrambling speed, lifting me high enough to crash back onto the sofa. Barely had I stopped bouncing when the hot fit naked body of the grey-haired lady was leaning over me, putting me in a painful armlock and forcing me back to my feet. Facing me, with my right wrist captive, she slipped her other arm around my left shoulder then thrust her backside into my groin as her right leg back-kicked mine from the carpet. I went hurtling over her hip in a controlled somersault and slammed on the carpet upon my back at her feet. Looking up at the hard-bodied classy aged semi-nude standing over me, with a smug expression as she held my right arm straight before her stocking-clad legs, there was no doubt that she was in complete control and utterly dominating me. My dick got harder as the smirk on her face got wider. Maintaining the hold on my arm, Penelope elegantly lowered herself down by my side with one leg bent, tucking the foot in by my side, and the other draped over my neck. My right arm was pulled back between her lovely nylon-clad thighs with the back of my elbow levered over her crotch. She had me in a side arm-bar, and pulling back on my arm caused it to try to bend the wrong way, stressing the joint making me yelp in pain. Meanwhile my upper torso tried to rise causing my throat to wedge itself firmly in the crook of her leg making me choke. 'You can't escape this without breaking your arm or choking yourself unconscious,' the dominant silver-haired lady boasted. 'You're going to pay me in full.' I yelped as she brought her other leg up over my chest and stretching out the shin over my neck, locked ankles then began scissoring my poor stressed arm between her long lean thighs. The near-naked elegant woman, scissored my arm with her long legs while the back of her knee pressed down upon my throat as she kept my arm overstressed. 'Please stop,' I croaked, tapping her nearside leg with my free hand. I couldn't resist feeling it and felt toned muscle swelling beneath the smooth skin of her thighs underneath silky-smooth sheer nylon. Releasing my arm from her sexy legs but still retaining a grip on my wrist with her hands, the silver-haired beauty forced me to kneel by her feet as she reclined in front of me. Her feet, sheathed in silky-smooth nylon stockings began to gently caress my shaft with the top of one foot beneath, the sole of the other on top while her flexible toes bent to grip as it massaged it. Let me tell you, I haven't got a foot fetish and never thought that a foot-job could be erotic but the way the classy silver-haired lady handled my dick with her feet was mind-blowing. The way the soles of her feet kept curling sensually around my shaft continually massaging it was like nothing I'd experienced before. Blue-grey eyes continually watch my face like a hawk with a smug superior smirk on her thin lips as the soles of her feet work up, around and down my shaft while her toes occasionally grip strongly giving teasing little squeezes that make me gasp in pleasure. As the foot goddess works her tactile magic, I am entranced with the flexing of muscle in the beautifully shapely muscled calves as they hung beneath her long shins. They are truly sensational as are the rest of her sexy long slender legs sheathed in sheer black stockings. I reached out to caress those beautifully curved hanging calves and felt their heft and wonderful shape in my hands. 'HAI!' A kick made me drop her calves in fright but the sole of the foot gently pressed itself in my face giving several playful pushes before returning to continue the amazing foot-job. She was a beautiful classy mature woman with beautiful legs and a fit body, and the massaging of her slender feet of my dick was incredible. Is it any wonder that my dick was soon absolutely rigid again and aching so much I was looking up at the ceiling, gasping in lust and begging for release' The elegant silver-haired beauty once more rose and threw me over her hip onto the sofa where she proceeded to ride me again, this time while facing me. I have to tell you that she proved to be a vigorous lover with seemingly inexhaustible stamina and unquenchable sexual appetite. She was always totally in control of our lovemaking and always on top. You know it takes some time for a man's dick to recover before it is functional in that department. The older he gets, the longer the period of time before he can do it again. This also increases the more you do it in a single period. When she wasn't riding me like a mature almost-nude cowgirl she was on my face demanding to be serviced orally and scissoring my face hard until I complied, even though I was perfectly willing! In the end, I simply couldn't keep up with her and had to stop. Fortunately she seemed understanding about it and we parted in good company, she also promised to email the name of a highly competent amateur expert in ancient Persian mythology and history. I look forward to looking through the evidence she has found and see if she really pays my detective fees 'in kind'!