Volunteer of the Year
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Ok....true story time.
Although this didn't happen to me it was related to me by a good friend, someone whom I've known since c***dhood, he has recently found out that I like writing erotic stories and thought I'd like to write one about something that happened to him, it's from his perspective and with his approval.
After a long illness I found myself getting back into things, life.
I hadn't worked for a while and was finding it difficult to get a job. My name is John, this is going back 10 years now when I was 28, my life had been a mess, at least I was getting better but, with no girlfriend or prospects I was feeling down.
Anyway, seeing me struggling, a friend of mine recommended something that would help improve my job prospects.
It was called 'volunteer driver scheme' and was run by the local council. It would get me out meeting people and be something good to put on my cv, I love driving and was aiming for a job involving that.
So I signed up. To cut a long story short this is what it entails.
After filling in some forms and a dbs check, I had my picture taken and an id card made up, I then waited for the phone calls, you can select the days of the week your free.
The council ring you with details of the client, they are usually elderly or perhaps can qualify if living isolated or on low income, needing to get to hospital/doctors appointments etc.
Well, I can honestly say I took an instant shine to it. The people in the office were great, nice and friendly, so we're the clients, mostly old women living away from public transport routes although there were some not much older than me.
I was helping them and they were helping me, I got a petrol allowance paid by the client and also usually a tip.
Well anyway, things were going along nicely, I'd been doing this about 5 weeks when I met her.
Clara is her name although she insisted on claire as I got to know her better.
She was late 60's plump jolly old girl, originally from Ireland, always had a nice smile for me, we got on very well and I loved chatting with her.
She was pencilled in for a hospital visit, it was a hospital quite a way off so we were alone together in the car for long periods.
Claire was one of the few regulars, I saw her once roughly every fortnight for the same hospital run, she was recieving treatment for a heart condition. I can honestly say that at first I never thought of her 'in that way'
I did like older women but not as old as Claire.
Anyway as the months rolled by I started to notice odd behaviour from her. When it was time to drop her back at home she would be quite 'clingy' and kept asking if I wanted to come in for a cuppa or did I want to see her garden, I always declined and put it down to her loneliness.
Then one time when she was paying me she gave me a very generous £10 tip, after accepting it she left the purse open, I could see a big bunch of 20's in there, she said in that soft Irish accent.
"You can have more if you want it?" Then, looking me straight in the eye she added.
"Im very grateful for your help"
At the time I thought she was testing me but there was something in the way she looked at me, at the time I couldn't put my finger on it.
The day it started was a tuesday in April, we'd been on our usual trip to the hospital.
Arriving back at Claire's bungalow I pulled the car onto her driveway.
She got the purse out and paid me then, as usual, asked if I'd like to come look at her garden.
Normally I would have said no but this time I was actually dying for a pee! So accepted and asked politely if I could use her bathroom, she was fine with it and showed me into her home.
"Here we are love, it's just down the hall, first door on your right"
"Thanks" I said as I quickly got in the bathroom and began relieving myself, ahh the relief!
The bathroom was spotless, I flushed, washed my hands and wondered into the kitchen where Claire was.
She pointed out the kitchen window at her lovely well kept garden, it was very pretty and I told her as much.
"Why thank you young man, I do all the work myself so it's nice to hear I'm doing a good job"
Claire beamed with pride.
She made some tea and we chatted for about 10 minutes.
I say chatted but it was kind of intermittent, claire would keep going quiet and well, just sort of stared at me, it did make me feel uncomfortable and so, finishing my tea I announced I'd have to get going.
Putting my cup in the sink, claire said.
"Oh yes before you go..... there's something I want you to have...."
She seemed to be going to say something else but then wondered off towards the front door leaving me a little confused, what did she mean?
I followed her down the hallway and was about to ask what she meant when she stopped and entered a room on the right. I stopped at the doorway, peering in, I realised this was her bedroom. Claire just sat there on the bed smiling, I was at a loss!
Opening my mouth to ask what she meant I was stopped by her gesture, outstretched hand and curling index finger, beckoning me towards her.....
Feeling ever more uncomfortable I asked simply "what?"
Claire replied in that soft Irish accent "come here....I won't bite"
My heart beat faster as I realised what this could be but, no, surely I was wrong! What I should have done was make my excuses and leave but, curiosity and I suppose being a guy, got the better of me.
I walked slowly into the bedroom.
"Shut the door please"
Claire said it in a stern voice, which actually took me by surprise, I did as I was told then approached her. For a moment she just smiled up at me, I smiled back, not knowing what to say or do.
Then, abruptly, she reached out and grabbed my trouser waistband pulling me closer to her.
I resisted, surprised at her touch.
"What are ......" My 'you doing?' interupted by her "sshhhh....it's alright...it's alright"
Relaxing at the soft disarming tone of her voice, I watched as she undied my belt, button, unzipped me and pulled down my trousers then my underwear.
Thoughts raced into my mind as blood raced into my cock, what was I doing?! What was she doing?! Things like this didn't happen to me, this was something I heard about happening to other guys, bored housewife stories.
I jumped a little as she grasped my nearly fully erect cock, then, smilling up at me she said
"I really am very grateful for all your help"
Claire leaned forward and my cock disappeared in her mouth! My own mouth opening wide as I gasped with the intensity of the sensation, heat, slick moist slivering of her tongue encircling my bell end, grasping her head in both hands groaning out loud, my mind swimming with pleasure.
I felt her hand grasp my balls, long nails digging in slightly, oh god! I loved that, she teased, gently scratching them as her tongue worked rapidly away.
What can I say? It had been a long time, she was very good, the best oral I have and to this day ever had, coupled with the surprise of the situation....
After just a few moments I was jerking, crying out loud as I came in her mouth, my body shaking with the sensation.
There was no drama from her, no noise, no recoil at my ejaculation, she just kept sucking, swallowing everything I had to give. When it was over and I came swimming back to my senses claire was gazing up at me, licking her lips. She smiled then and said.
"There my boy.....all done....is that better?"
All I could manage to say through rapid breaths was "yes.....thank you"
Reaching for a box of tissues from her bedside drawers she wiped me clean and pulled my underwear up. I did the rest. As she stood she reached in and kissed my cheek then just continued for the front door as though nothing had happened!
I followed, feeling awkward, wanting to say something, anything. As she reached the door and turned to face me I said.
"Claire...i....don't know what to say....thank you...that was amazing"
She smiled and said simply "think nothing of it dear"
It was a surreal moment. We said our goodbyes, I got back in the car and left. All that day and the next I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, it was unbelievable.
The next time I had an appointment with claire the same thing happened, she asked if I wanted to come in (I never said no again) we chatted for maybe half hour then she took me in the bedroom, it was always oral performed by her, never anything else despite me offering to do something for her. This carried on for the whole time I was a volunteer driver, I even continued seeing her after I got a job untill, due to family issues she moved back to Ireland to be near her daughter.
I will never forget that dear old girl.
This is dedicated to you Claire.
The end.
Although this didn't happen to me it was related to me by a good friend, someone whom I've known since c***dhood, he has recently found out that I like writing erotic stories and thought I'd like to write one about something that happened to him, it's from his perspective and with his approval.
After a long illness I found myself getting back into things, life.
I hadn't worked for a while and was finding it difficult to get a job. My name is John, this is going back 10 years now when I was 28, my life had been a mess, at least I was getting better but, with no girlfriend or prospects I was feeling down.
Anyway, seeing me struggling, a friend of mine recommended something that would help improve my job prospects.
It was called 'volunteer driver scheme' and was run by the local council. It would get me out meeting people and be something good to put on my cv, I love driving and was aiming for a job involving that.
So I signed up. To cut a long story short this is what it entails.
After filling in some forms and a dbs check, I had my picture taken and an id card made up, I then waited for the phone calls, you can select the days of the week your free.
The council ring you with details of the client, they are usually elderly or perhaps can qualify if living isolated or on low income, needing to get to hospital/doctors appointments etc.
Well, I can honestly say I took an instant shine to it. The people in the office were great, nice and friendly, so we're the clients, mostly old women living away from public transport routes although there were some not much older than me.
I was helping them and they were helping me, I got a petrol allowance paid by the client and also usually a tip.
Well anyway, things were going along nicely, I'd been doing this about 5 weeks when I met her.
Clara is her name although she insisted on claire as I got to know her better.
She was late 60's plump jolly old girl, originally from Ireland, always had a nice smile for me, we got on very well and I loved chatting with her.
She was pencilled in for a hospital visit, it was a hospital quite a way off so we were alone together in the car for long periods.
Claire was one of the few regulars, I saw her once roughly every fortnight for the same hospital run, she was recieving treatment for a heart condition. I can honestly say that at first I never thought of her 'in that way'
I did like older women but not as old as Claire.
Anyway as the months rolled by I started to notice odd behaviour from her. When it was time to drop her back at home she would be quite 'clingy' and kept asking if I wanted to come in for a cuppa or did I want to see her garden, I always declined and put it down to her loneliness.
Then one time when she was paying me she gave me a very generous £10 tip, after accepting it she left the purse open, I could see a big bunch of 20's in there, she said in that soft Irish accent.
"You can have more if you want it?" Then, looking me straight in the eye she added.
"Im very grateful for your help"
At the time I thought she was testing me but there was something in the way she looked at me, at the time I couldn't put my finger on it.
The day it started was a tuesday in April, we'd been on our usual trip to the hospital.
Arriving back at Claire's bungalow I pulled the car onto her driveway.
She got the purse out and paid me then, as usual, asked if I'd like to come look at her garden.
Normally I would have said no but this time I was actually dying for a pee! So accepted and asked politely if I could use her bathroom, she was fine with it and showed me into her home.
"Here we are love, it's just down the hall, first door on your right"
"Thanks" I said as I quickly got in the bathroom and began relieving myself, ahh the relief!
The bathroom was spotless, I flushed, washed my hands and wondered into the kitchen where Claire was.
She pointed out the kitchen window at her lovely well kept garden, it was very pretty and I told her as much.
"Why thank you young man, I do all the work myself so it's nice to hear I'm doing a good job"
Claire beamed with pride.
She made some tea and we chatted for about 10 minutes.
I say chatted but it was kind of intermittent, claire would keep going quiet and well, just sort of stared at me, it did make me feel uncomfortable and so, finishing my tea I announced I'd have to get going.
Putting my cup in the sink, claire said.
"Oh yes before you go..... there's something I want you to have...."
She seemed to be going to say something else but then wondered off towards the front door leaving me a little confused, what did she mean?
I followed her down the hallway and was about to ask what she meant when she stopped and entered a room on the right. I stopped at the doorway, peering in, I realised this was her bedroom. Claire just sat there on the bed smiling, I was at a loss!
Opening my mouth to ask what she meant I was stopped by her gesture, outstretched hand and curling index finger, beckoning me towards her.....
Feeling ever more uncomfortable I asked simply "what?"
Claire replied in that soft Irish accent "come here....I won't bite"
My heart beat faster as I realised what this could be but, no, surely I was wrong! What I should have done was make my excuses and leave but, curiosity and I suppose being a guy, got the better of me.
I walked slowly into the bedroom.
"Shut the door please"
Claire said it in a stern voice, which actually took me by surprise, I did as I was told then approached her. For a moment she just smiled up at me, I smiled back, not knowing what to say or do.
Then, abruptly, she reached out and grabbed my trouser waistband pulling me closer to her.
I resisted, surprised at her touch.
"What are ......" My 'you doing?' interupted by her "sshhhh....it's alright...it's alright"
Relaxing at the soft disarming tone of her voice, I watched as she undied my belt, button, unzipped me and pulled down my trousers then my underwear.
Thoughts raced into my mind as blood raced into my cock, what was I doing?! What was she doing?! Things like this didn't happen to me, this was something I heard about happening to other guys, bored housewife stories.
I jumped a little as she grasped my nearly fully erect cock, then, smilling up at me she said
"I really am very grateful for all your help"
Claire leaned forward and my cock disappeared in her mouth! My own mouth opening wide as I gasped with the intensity of the sensation, heat, slick moist slivering of her tongue encircling my bell end, grasping her head in both hands groaning out loud, my mind swimming with pleasure.
I felt her hand grasp my balls, long nails digging in slightly, oh god! I loved that, she teased, gently scratching them as her tongue worked rapidly away.
What can I say? It had been a long time, she was very good, the best oral I have and to this day ever had, coupled with the surprise of the situation....
After just a few moments I was jerking, crying out loud as I came in her mouth, my body shaking with the sensation.
There was no drama from her, no noise, no recoil at my ejaculation, she just kept sucking, swallowing everything I had to give. When it was over and I came swimming back to my senses claire was gazing up at me, licking her lips. She smiled then and said.
"There my boy.....all done....is that better?"
All I could manage to say through rapid breaths was "yes.....thank you"
Reaching for a box of tissues from her bedside drawers she wiped me clean and pulled my underwear up. I did the rest. As she stood she reached in and kissed my cheek then just continued for the front door as though nothing had happened!
I followed, feeling awkward, wanting to say something, anything. As she reached the door and turned to face me I said.
"Claire...i....don't know what to say....thank you...that was amazing"
She smiled and said simply "think nothing of it dear"
It was a surreal moment. We said our goodbyes, I got back in the car and left. All that day and the next I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, it was unbelievable.
The next time I had an appointment with claire the same thing happened, she asked if I wanted to come in (I never said no again) we chatted for maybe half hour then she took me in the bedroom, it was always oral performed by her, never anything else despite me offering to do something for her. This carried on for the whole time I was a volunteer driver, I even continued seeing her after I got a job untill, due to family issues she moved back to Ireland to be near her daughter.
I will never forget that dear old girl.
This is dedicated to you Claire.
The end.
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