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Archive name: mrs-pen.txt (FM, reluc, no-sex)
Authors name: Fred Suggs (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)
Story title : Mrs. Pendleton's Surrender

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Mrs. Pendleton's Surrender (FM, reluc, no-sex)
by Fred Suggs (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)

***

Mrs. Pendleton, a longtime widow, has developed a 
self righteous, critical attitude in order to make up 
for the henpecking she had subjected her erstwhile 
other half to. As a teenager I had noticed more than 
once, the careless way she alighted from a car 
revealing shapely creamy white thighs above her 
seamed nylon stockings. I once glimpsed her pink silk 
panties and the unfastened suspender of her garter 
belt. Despite her usual proper demeanor I had a 
feeling this was no accident but. In my junior year 
of college I decided to make my move.


Mrs. Pendleton sat across from me at the doctor's 
office and crossed her legs for the twelfth time. It 
would have excited me more to see that white expanse 
of thigh above the bale of her nylon stocking had I 
not been feeling so lousy. The flu has a way of 
taking away the urge to enjoy such a display to the 
fullest. 

It, too, was a sight not unfamiliar to me. Since her 
husband had passed away nearly three years ago Mrs. 
Pendleton seemed always in a state of sexual 
agitation when in the presence of a lone male. This 
is not to say she was a tease but she was, a tease, 
in fact. Despite the fact she was somewhat of a plain 
woman, fortyish, bespectacled, she possessed a rather 
shapely body and downright beautiful legs. She did, 
it seems, have a penchant to display those lovely 
legs, and more, at the opportune moment. 

By opportune I mean she was careful no other females 
were present to view this display of intimate bare 
flesh, nor more than those males she intended to 
tantalize. Having known her for sometime and having 
been the lucky recipient of her not so subtle 
largesse of exposure many times I feel it is fair to 
regard her as a tease.

The fact she had not secured a suitable replacement 
for the departed Mr. Pendleton, I believe, was her 
pedantic habit of offering unsolicited advice and her 
busybody attitude concerning others' affairs 
especially her intolerance of other people's 
behavior, by that I mean their personal quirks. 
Everyone has habits that are annoying to someone and 
are usually overlooked or at least tolerated. Mrs. 
Pendleton seldom let such a mannerism or style of 
dress, etc. go by unnoticed, though.

It was shortly after Mrs. Pendleton had entered the 
doctor's office and sat down across from me that 
another lady, an acquaintance of hers came in. While 
this lady checked in at the receptionist window Mrs. 
Pendleton demurely pulled her too short skirt lower 
to almost cover her knees. She flashed a smile at me 
as I noticed this sudden token of modesty. I glanced 
over the magazine I was pretending to read and smiled 
back. 

When the other lady sat down next to her she began a 
short tirade on the mischievous youngsters of another 
woman they both knew. Mrs. Pendleton, childless 
herself, thought herself an expert on the care and 
feeding of other's offspring. The urge to put the 
solicitous Mrs. Pendleton in her place grew. I hoped 
to have that chance someday. Shortly thereafter the 
ladies began comparing symptoms. 

Mrs. Pendleton embarked on a rather lubricious 
description of a minor gynelogical problem she was 
experiencing. This in whispers but loud enough for me 
to hear. The other lady appeared somewhat embarrassed 
and tried to change the subject. I thought about this 
and the fact that after I had received the treatment 
for my flu and left the doctor's inner office that 
doctor would be examining dear Mrs. Pendleton's pussy 
in all its glory. I glanced at his examination table 
and imagined what it would be like. Sure, his nurse 
would be present and sure she would be discretely 
covered otherwise but it was a fascinating thought 
otherwise.

I yearned to examine more than Mrs. Pendleton's pussy 
and I did not intend to be henpecked in the manner 
poor Mr. Pendleton had been. How to do it? What 
chance would I get and did I dare make such a move? 
My chance came soon and crazy as it might seem I 
determined to tame the busybody lady and to enjoy her 
and show her the enjoyment she so obviously needed.

My chance came soon enough. It was spring break of my 
junior year of college. I was working part time at a 
department store at the east side shopping center of 
the city where I lived at the time. Mrs. Pendleton 
had purchased a number of items just before I was to 
leave work and I helped her load them into her car 
when she had checked them out. I was just returning 
to the store when I noticed she had trouble starting 
the vehicle. 

It was an older model prone to such difficulties and 
though exasperating to her it was no problem to get 
going again. I told her to wait a few minutes and I 
would follow her home in case the problem re 
developed. I clocked out at the store and proceeded 
to follow her home. There I helped her to unload and 
helped her unpack and hang a sizable mirrors she had 
bought at the store. She seemed reluctant for me to 
leave. 

"Would you like to stay a while? I can have a meal on 
the table in no time," she said. I was not in the 
mood for food at the time and did have to get back to 
my place. "Could I have a rain check on that?" I 
replied. "Surely," she said. It was shortly after 
that I was invited to the pool party.

The pool party was an adult affair and there were 
only a couple other people my age in attendance. One 
male the other female. They took a liking to each 
other right away and I became Mr. Odd Man Out, sort 
of. The occasion was intended to provide a showcase 
for singles and the effort sponsored by one of the 
matchmaker ladies of the town. Mrs. Pendleton had 
suggested me to the hostess as a guest but a couple 
of the late teen early twenties guests had not shown. 

Mrs. Pendleton did not fare any better and we became 
a couple by default. To say the dear lady was able to 
show a lot of skin at this affair would be an 
understatement. Though she did not wear a thong the 
"teenie weenie bikini" designation would not be an 
inappropriate description for her attire. 

I would rather she had not but Mrs. Pendleton felt it 
necessary to extol my mechanical ability and how 
handy it had been for her I had been there in her 
moment of need at the store. I rather wished she had 
kept the incident to herself, but that was not Mrs. 
Pendleton.

As luck would have it Mrs. Pendleton had taken her 
car to the shop to have it rehabilitated and had 
hitched a ride with one of the other attendees to the 
party. A lady, who luck would have it, left early. I, 
of course, lent my services as taxi driver for her at 
the conclusion of the soiree. In the meantime I 
feasted on the lady's bare charms. She was really 
very attractive in a slutty sort of way. She looked a 
lot younger, almost pretty, without the wire-rimmed 
glasses she usually wore. It was obvious she took 
care of herself, her body still fairly tight and well 
toned. 

She was not accustomed to wearing a bathing suit and 
being exposed to the sun's rays it was obvious, She 
applied sunscreen liberally to her pale skin and 
spent a lot of time under one of the umbrellas at 
poolside. I longed to help her apply the sunscreen 
but did not dare. Nor did I spend too much time in 
her immediate presence. The time dragged before I 
could take her home.

It was late evening and the sun was near setting when 
I nosed my old Ford Mustang out of the drive and into 
the traffic of Rt. 36. The rush hour traffic was just 
beginning to thin out and it was a pleasant trip out 
of that part of town. The lady was wearing street 
clothes by now, her short skirt hiked high. 

"Why don't you take off your glasses Mrs. Pendleton, 
and your hat? You are very attractive you know. Just 
let your hair blow in the breeze." I had lowered the 
top on the old convertible. 

She seemed a bit bemused by this-perhaps a little 
embarrassed by what I said.

"Why Freddie, I didn't think you'd noticed."

"I noticed all right."

"If you don't mind I'd like to take you on a little 
side trip if you have time." She said she did have 
time but I noticed she was growing a little nervous. 

Talbot Hill was a teen hangout for lovers. I don't 
think she had heard of it. It was just another place 
to get a spectacular view of the city to most people. 
To those who used it's magic it was a popular 
trysting place. Mrs. Pendleton not having children 
much less teenagers was unaware of its significance.

She liked it. There was no one else there this early, 
perhaps after the movie at the old drive in theatre 
or the skating party, there would be. This was 
midweek, though, and we had the place by ourselves. 
She sat on the front fender of my car remarked that 
as long as she had lived here she had not heard of 
the place. 

"Well, if you'd gone to school here you'd have known 
about it. It's where young people come---- you know 
to----" She knew and blushed. "Did you ever come 
here, Freddie---for that?"

"I'm here now," I replied. "With you."

She seemed to be coming a little unglued at that 
retort. She blanched a little pale through the slight 
suntan she had acquired at the pool. I noticed her 
hand trembling almost imperceptibly.

"I think we'd better go now," she ventured. "Of 
course if you don't want to." She looked at me a 
little pleadingly, maybe a little scared. "You know 
you don't have to. I just thought it was something we 
both wanted. I know I want you."

She looked at me not scared anymore but with a look 
of indecision on her face, if there is such a thing. 
"I can't, I just can't. I've never---"

"You're just a tease then, that's it isn't it?" There 
was a momentary look of anger in her eyes. Then she 
turned her face to the side. "You know what you do, 
what you've done to me many times."

"It was just for fun. I get a little kick out of 
showing--"she admitted. Her voice trailed off to a 
whisper. Her breathing had become increasingly ragged 
and her eyes were completely downcast. I was afraid 
she might panic. "Look at me," I said. She looked, 
warily at first. "It's all right. I'll take you home 
and I won't ever mention it again." 

She started to alight from her perch on the fender of 
my car and suddenly her knees began to collapse 
underneath her. I reached for her and held her close 
to me. I kissed her warmly and held her for a few 
moments. I helped her into my car and went around to 
the driver's side. She stared intently out the side 
window away from me. She was crying, just a little 
bit. I could notice her slight sobbing and felt a 
wave of tenderness for her. We were halfway from 
Talbot Hill to her place when she called for me to 
stop the car. "Tell me what to do," she said. "I 
don't want to miss this chance." 

I told her what to do and have been doing so ever 
since.

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