A hand touches your butt and rubs slowly and lightly. “Isn’t she lovely!”“Oh, to be young again…” Another hand touches your ass. “You do... On display? Naked?” “I appreciate that the gallery doesn’t feel that they have to have a big, blobby hanging tits if they are going to display naked woman.” “Absolutely,” said another lady as she passes her palm underneath you. “Lovely flesh.“Can you imagine just being here like this naked, exposed, letting anyone touch you?”“Mummmm, I think it would be. Nothing was left to chance, so I thought. She was one of the new generation of top business women who were pushing themselves through to such demanding jobs like hers. In the national golf trade magazine she was already tipped to go all the way. Through the masculine hierachy of the golf world into the National Olympic Organisation and so on. Well, nothing would have prepared me to what happened next. After an initial introduction that went very well indeed, I was lead by the club secretary. "My ears pricked up (pardon the pun), and I said "Oh?" I reached across with my right hand to engage her chest -- damned bra! "What's Arthur want?"I watched her eyes. She couldn't get it out, but it excited her. "You know..." she murmured."No, I don't," I admitted, behind a raised eyebrow as I reassessed things. "But we might be in the wrong spot!" Hmmm?" she murmured, but I ignored her for the moment -- the conversation would take place across her chest, after all.I released her covered tit. As I got up she got on her kneesI understood her intentions and threw away my pant and underwear. At first, she seemed a bit stunned at the sight. “I didn’t know you were so big,” she said. She grabbed my cock with her hand, giving it slow strokes as she started licking it. Her stroke of the hand, the warmth of her tongue all made me feel like I have never felt before.I just wanted to fuck her all my life. She was licking so delicately that I felt the desperation of putting it in her mouth..