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ENJOYING MY RETIREMENT
I retired just over a year ago and moved from South Wales to a small block of flats in Bangor in North Wales. I'd been looking to having plenty of time on my hands to do the things I wanted to, fishing, walking and photography. I soon found out that the weather up North made days to do these things few and far between and some days I struggled to find things to do. So, one day when my next door neighbour, Hazel, called round and said she was having problems with her bathroom tap, I was more than happy to volunteer my help. I could see she was in a bit of a state so I grabbed my tool box and followed her round to her flat.
She showed me into her bathroom and I could see the problem straight away, the tap was running and wouldn't turn off so I got down under the basin and turned off the stop tap then stripped the tap down and re-seated the washer, fixing the problem. Hazel had gone back into the kitchen and as I put my tools back in the box I noticed there was a pair of panties and a bra hanging on the radiator drying. It wasn't the sort of underwear I'd have expected a woman of Hazel's age to wear. They were red satin decorated with bands of black lace. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't in a relationship and hadn't been this close to a lady's unmentionables since I'd moved North, but I couldn't help reaching out and feeling them and the feel of the soft silky material soon had my manhood growing in my jeans.
I'd just pulled my hand away and was about to pick up my tool box when I noticed Hazel standing in the bathroom doorway watching me. “Errr, t-t-they're pretty,” I stammered, nodding towards the radiator, not knowing how long she'd been standing there. Hazel just gave me a knowing smile and said, “You'd better come into the kitchen for a cold drink, you look a bit warm.” It was then I realised I was blushing and there were beads of perspiration on my forehead. “Go on through, I'll be right there, I need to use the loo,” she said as she ushered me out into the hallway. After a couple of minutes she joined me and noticed a couple of the buttons on her blouse were undone, and I could see the upper edge of her bra. I made some throw away comment about how nice she looked and how well she'd kept her figure. Now it was her turn to blush as she said in a voice that I could hardly hear. “Thank you Mike, it's just a pity I haven't got anyone to share it with though.” I got the distinct impression she was coming onto me, but I didn't push it and we sat and finished the drinks she'd fixed then I went back to my own flat.
A couple of days later she called round again, saying that the tap was sticking again this time I told her it would probably need a new washer and, if she liked I'd pop down to the DIY store and pick one up. She smiled and told me I was an angel and she'd be really grateful if I did. An hour later I was back and the tap was as good as new and she hugged me and asked me if I'd like a drink. I said I'd love a beer if she had one. She told me there was a couple of cans in the fridge and for me to help myself and get her one as well then make myself comfortable in the lounge. I went into the kitchen as she disappear into the hallway. While she was away, I poured the two beers into glasses and went and sat down in on the settee and waited for her to come back When, after a couple of minutes she did return, I was surprised to see she'd changed.
When I'd arrived, she'd been wearing slacks and a tee shirt, now though she had an ankle length, silky, black robe on. She sat down on a chair opposite me and reached down to pick her beer up off the coffee table. As she did, the top of the robe ballooned open and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. A couple of times while we were talking I got a glimpse of her naked breasts under the robe when she bent over to pick up or put down her beer. Now, I'm just a normal bloke and the occasional unobstructed view of her breasts I was getting was having the natural effect, there was a growing bulge in my pants. At one time when she shifted in her seat the hem of the robe slipped of her legs and I could she that she was wearing the panties I'd seen on the radiator. I made some remark about the fact she didn't wear much about the flat and she explained that when it was hot she felt more comfortable that way and hoped I didn't mind. I assured her I didn't and we carried on chatting.
As we talked I could see she was getting agitated and kept moving about in her chair, giving me even more views of her panties and she seemed to be struggling with something. “Mike,” she suddenly said, “I saw you touching my panties in the bathroom the other day.....” Before she could finish, I started to apologise but she stopped me. “There's no need to apologise,” she said. “How long is it since you've errr you know?” “If you mean how long is it since I've been with a woman Hazel,” I replied, “too long, I haven't had a relationship since I moved up here.” “Same here,” she said, “and to tell the truth I really miss it. Oh I've been invited out a few times but they weren't really my type. But I live in hopes.” Now I was sure of it, Hazel was coming onto me!!!
Taking the bull by the horns, I took a deep breath. “Am I your type Hazel,” I asked then sat there looking across the room at her. It was as though a weight had been lifted off her and she smiled across at me. “Yes Mike. Yes I think you are.” It felt as though I was dreaming, as she slowly got up out of her chair and walked across the lounge towards me. As she did, she untied the belt on her robe and let it fall open then pushed it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind her. I just sat there in a trance as she stood there infront of me. I think Hazel could tell I was at a loss for words because she suddenly smiled. “Well Mike,” she said softly, “do you think they look better on me or on the radiator?”
It was a no brainer of a question and, despite the fact that Hazel was slightly older than me, she was still had a reasonable body. True, her breasts weren't as firm as they used to be, sagging slightly and her tummy wasn't flat but all in all she was still a very desirable woman and, in reply, I reached out and took her hand and pulled her down on the settee beside me.
At first, she just sat there, her breathing quickening, looking into my eyes and I could tell she was nervous and I knew I was going to have to make the next move if things were to progress any further. I took her face between my hands and kissed her, my lips barely touching hers. For a second or two, she seemed unsure what to do, but as I increased the pressure of the kiss, she responded and her lips parted, allowing my tongue to slip between them as she groaned into my mouth. For over two minutes we continued kissing, getting more passionate as the seconds passed until I felt it was time for the next step.
Reaching across her with my right hand, I placed it on her left hip and began massaging it gently through the silky material of her panties. Her groans were growing louder and I felt her legs part slightly and I moved my hand inwards until it was resting on her stomach and, as her legs parted even more, I slid it over her mound and down between her open thighs. She cried out as my fingers passed over her satin covered clit and her hips rose sharply from the settee and to my surprise, she came, gasping for breath, as the sweet aroma of her orgasm drifted up to me.
Giving her a short time to recover, I allowed our lips to part and kissed across her cheek and teased her earlobe with the tip of my tongue then kissed my way down the side of her neck and onto her upper chest, continuing down until I felt the corrugated texture of an areola under my lips. As I moved my lips over to cover the hard nipple at it's centre I slid my hand back down over her belly, this time going further until I could feel the results of her orgasm on the crotch of her panties. She groaned again as I worked the soaking material into the cleft between her pussy lips, pushing it against the source of the wetness. Another, less intense, orgasm shook her body and I felt the wet, heat of her juices on my finger tip.
As I sucked the nipple into my mouth, I brought my hand up from between her legs and ran the tip of the finger over the vacant one. The scent of her orgasm was now filling my senses and I moved my lips across and sucked that one between them. Now it was my turn to groan as I tasted her juices it on it. With my fingers working on the saliva coated nipple and my lips sucking eagerly on the other, Hazel had her third orgasm in less than thirty minutes, and I realised I'd found one hell of a responsive woman and I had a lot more to give her.
Even though neither of us had touched my cock I was as close to coming as I'd ever been. I unfastened the top of my pants and unzipped my fly to free the pressure on it and guided her hand into the top of my boxers. We both groaned as her warm, soft fingers closed over my knob and slid down my shaft, smearing it with the pre-cum that was pouring out of it. She continued down until I felt her fingers slide under my balls and she began massaging them gently, her wrist pressing against the underside of my shaft. I returned my hand to her stomach but this time did as she was doing and slid it down inside her panties.
She sighed as the tips of my fingers brushed over her mound, tracing through the soft hair covering it. Raising my hand slightly so as to avoid touching her clit, I slid a finger into the cleft between her swollen outer lips and moved it lower until I felt the rim at the entrance to her love tunnel. As I did, she gasped and moved her hand back up my shaft, gripping my weeping knob and I felt yet more pre-cum ooze into her fist. I knew I was close to coming and I slid two fingers into her, hooked them upwards and pressed them against her G-spot. As soon as I did, her whole went rigid and she cried out loudly, and began working her fist up and down my shaft. This was too much for me and I felt my cumm racing up my shaft. We were both lost in a maelstrom of sexual satisfaction as her hand pumped my load into my boxers and her juices soaked my fingers.
We sat there for well over fifteen minutes, both gasping for air, then she turned to me and smiled sweetly. “Take me to bed Mike,” she said, “take me to bed and make love to me please.” I didn't need a second invitation, I fastened the top of my slacks, stood up and helped her to her feet then led her down the hallway. Once inside the bedroom. I closed the door behind us and sat her on the edge of the bed and stripped off. I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her but first there was something I wanted.
After I'd removed my shirt and slacks, I knelt down at the side of the bed infront of her. I reached under her and took hold of the top of her panties and tugged gently and, as Hazel raised her hips, pulled them down her legs and off over her feet. I could feel how wet they were and put the soft, wet material to my cheek, breathing in the aroma of her multiple orgasm. The source of that aroma was my ultimate goal and slowly I eased her legs apart and moved forwards. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen and peeking out from between them I could the glistening pinkness of her inner lips and I zeroed in on them, easing them apart with my thumbs. The entrance to her love tunnel beckoned me and I lowered my face towards it and probed with my tongue, running it up and down through the warm, silky petals, savouring the taste of her sweet love honey.
I knew I could make her come quite easily but I wanted to come with her, no not just with her, I wanted come in her, I wanted to feel her warm wetness engulf my manhood as I came. She began to groan loudly and her hips moved in time with my probing tongue and I knew she was close so I pulled away and eased her legs up onto the bed and climbed on between them. She smiled down over her body at me as I knelt between her thighs, my erection in my hand.
“Yes Mike,” she whispered, “yes make love to me now Mike. I want you. I want you so much.” That was it, that was all I could take and I lowered myself onto her until the tip of my manhood was nestled in the folds of her pussy lips then slowly eased forwards, parting the delicate, pink petals as I slid into her. I could feel the tightness of her as I fed more of my length into her until I heard her gasp and realised that she'd taken all she could. I looked down at our point of union and smiled as I saw the blonde of her pubic hair mingled with my own. I held steady for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of me inside her then started a slow, steady sawing motion, sliding my length deep into her, before pulling back until I was left with just the tip inside her.
I could feel her inner muscles gripping my shaft as I it slid out of her then relaxing as I pushed back in. She began to move in time with me, pushing up each time that I slid into her and soon we were moving like a well oiled machine. I was doing my best to make it last as long as I could, pausing every so often but Hazel had her own agenda and when I did stop she continued to move her hips, bringing herself of on my rigid tool and soon I was beyond the point of no return. I slid my hands under her buttocks and pulled her up onto me and thrust deep inside as I felt my manhood swell inside her, my climax was imminent and seconds later it came.
I felt my seed rush up my shaft and explode inside as her inner muscles clenched tightly at my shaft and a deluge of her juices erupted around it, bathing it in her warm, sticky juices. This was her fourth but obviously her strongest orgasm yet and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and screamed out as it tore through her body. She was threshing about wildly under me as I pumped my seed into her and it was all I could do to keep contact with her then suddenly she went still, not moving a muscle and I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling violently as she fought for breath. I called her name softly. “Hazel, are you alright Hazel?” For several minutes, she didn't reply, she just lay there as her breathing slowly returned to normal then her eyes flickered open and she smiled down at me. “Never better Mike,” she said, “I'd forgotten just how good that felt. Thank you.”
I moved up the bed and lay beside her and for the next fifteen minutes or so we kissed and cuddled like a couple of teenagers then she turned and looked at me. “There's one thing we forgot Mike,” she said. I was about to ask her what that was, when she sat up and moved down the bed. My manhood, which had softened by then, instantly began to show signs of life as I realised what she meant and by the time her soft lips slid over the top of it it was fully erect. For the next ten minutes I was treated to the best blow job I'd ever experienced as she she licked, sucked and massaged my shaft and knob until I had my second climax, this time emptying my seed into her mouth.
I'm now really enjoying my retirement now and can find plenty to fill my time and the weather has no effect at all on it!!!
I retired just over a year ago and moved from South Wales to a small block of flats in Bangor in North Wales. I'd been looking to having plenty of time on my hands to do the things I wanted to, fishing, walking and photography. I soon found out that the weather up North made days to do these things few and far between and some days I struggled to find things to do. So, one day when my next door neighbour, Hazel, called round and said she was having problems with her bathroom tap, I was more than happy to volunteer my help. I could see she was in a bit of a state so I grabbed my tool box and followed her round to her flat.
She showed me into her bathroom and I could see the problem straight away, the tap was running and wouldn't turn off so I got down under the basin and turned off the stop tap then stripped the tap down and re-seated the washer, fixing the problem. Hazel had gone back into the kitchen and as I put my tools back in the box I noticed there was a pair of panties and a bra hanging on the radiator drying. It wasn't the sort of underwear I'd have expected a woman of Hazel's age to wear. They were red satin decorated with bands of black lace. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't in a relationship and hadn't been this close to a lady's unmentionables since I'd moved North, but I couldn't help reaching out and feeling them and the feel of the soft silky material soon had my manhood growing in my jeans.
I'd just pulled my hand away and was about to pick up my tool box when I noticed Hazel standing in the bathroom doorway watching me. “Errr, t-t-they're pretty,” I stammered, nodding towards the radiator, not knowing how long she'd been standing there. Hazel just gave me a knowing smile and said, “You'd better come into the kitchen for a cold drink, you look a bit warm.” It was then I realised I was blushing and there were beads of perspiration on my forehead. “Go on through, I'll be right there, I need to use the loo,” she said as she ushered me out into the hallway. After a couple of minutes she joined me and noticed a couple of the buttons on her blouse were undone, and I could see the upper edge of her bra. I made some throw away comment about how nice she looked and how well she'd kept her figure. Now it was her turn to blush as she said in a voice that I could hardly hear. “Thank you Mike, it's just a pity I haven't got anyone to share it with though.” I got the distinct impression she was coming onto me, but I didn't push it and we sat and finished the drinks she'd fixed then I went back to my own flat.
A couple of days later she called round again, saying that the tap was sticking again this time I told her it would probably need a new washer and, if she liked I'd pop down to the DIY store and pick one up. She smiled and told me I was an angel and she'd be really grateful if I did. An hour later I was back and the tap was as good as new and she hugged me and asked me if I'd like a drink. I said I'd love a beer if she had one. She told me there was a couple of cans in the fridge and for me to help myself and get her one as well then make myself comfortable in the lounge. I went into the kitchen as she disappear into the hallway. While she was away, I poured the two beers into glasses and went and sat down in on the settee and waited for her to come back When, after a couple of minutes she did return, I was surprised to see she'd changed.
When I'd arrived, she'd been wearing slacks and a tee shirt, now though she had an ankle length, silky, black robe on. She sat down on a chair opposite me and reached down to pick her beer up off the coffee table. As she did, the top of the robe ballooned open and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. A couple of times while we were talking I got a glimpse of her naked breasts under the robe when she bent over to pick up or put down her beer. Now, I'm just a normal bloke and the occasional unobstructed view of her breasts I was getting was having the natural effect, there was a growing bulge in my pants. At one time when she shifted in her seat the hem of the robe slipped of her legs and I could she that she was wearing the panties I'd seen on the radiator. I made some remark about the fact she didn't wear much about the flat and she explained that when it was hot she felt more comfortable that way and hoped I didn't mind. I assured her I didn't and we carried on chatting.
As we talked I could see she was getting agitated and kept moving about in her chair, giving me even more views of her panties and she seemed to be struggling with something. “Mike,” she suddenly said, “I saw you touching my panties in the bathroom the other day.....” Before she could finish, I started to apologise but she stopped me. “There's no need to apologise,” she said. “How long is it since you've errr you know?” “If you mean how long is it since I've been with a woman Hazel,” I replied, “too long, I haven't had a relationship since I moved up here.” “Same here,” she said, “and to tell the truth I really miss it. Oh I've been invited out a few times but they weren't really my type. But I live in hopes.” Now I was sure of it, Hazel was coming onto me!!!
Taking the bull by the horns, I took a deep breath. “Am I your type Hazel,” I asked then sat there looking across the room at her. It was as though a weight had been lifted off her and she smiled across at me. “Yes Mike. Yes I think you are.” It felt as though I was dreaming, as she slowly got up out of her chair and walked across the lounge towards me. As she did, she untied the belt on her robe and let it fall open then pushed it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind her. I just sat there in a trance as she stood there infront of me. I think Hazel could tell I was at a loss for words because she suddenly smiled. “Well Mike,” she said softly, “do you think they look better on me or on the radiator?”
It was a no brainer of a question and, despite the fact that Hazel was slightly older than me, she was still had a reasonable body. True, her breasts weren't as firm as they used to be, sagging slightly and her tummy wasn't flat but all in all she was still a very desirable woman and, in reply, I reached out and took her hand and pulled her down on the settee beside me.
At first, she just sat there, her breathing quickening, looking into my eyes and I could tell she was nervous and I knew I was going to have to make the next move if things were to progress any further. I took her face between my hands and kissed her, my lips barely touching hers. For a second or two, she seemed unsure what to do, but as I increased the pressure of the kiss, she responded and her lips parted, allowing my tongue to slip between them as she groaned into my mouth. For over two minutes we continued kissing, getting more passionate as the seconds passed until I felt it was time for the next step.
Reaching across her with my right hand, I placed it on her left hip and began massaging it gently through the silky material of her panties. Her groans were growing louder and I felt her legs part slightly and I moved my hand inwards until it was resting on her stomach and, as her legs parted even more, I slid it over her mound and down between her open thighs. She cried out as my fingers passed over her satin covered clit and her hips rose sharply from the settee and to my surprise, she came, gasping for breath, as the sweet aroma of her orgasm drifted up to me.
Giving her a short time to recover, I allowed our lips to part and kissed across her cheek and teased her earlobe with the tip of my tongue then kissed my way down the side of her neck and onto her upper chest, continuing down until I felt the corrugated texture of an areola under my lips. As I moved my lips over to cover the hard nipple at it's centre I slid my hand back down over her belly, this time going further until I could feel the results of her orgasm on the crotch of her panties. She groaned again as I worked the soaking material into the cleft between her pussy lips, pushing it against the source of the wetness. Another, less intense, orgasm shook her body and I felt the wet, heat of her juices on my finger tip.
As I sucked the nipple into my mouth, I brought my hand up from between her legs and ran the tip of the finger over the vacant one. The scent of her orgasm was now filling my senses and I moved my lips across and sucked that one between them. Now it was my turn to groan as I tasted her juices it on it. With my fingers working on the saliva coated nipple and my lips sucking eagerly on the other, Hazel had her third orgasm in less than thirty minutes, and I realised I'd found one hell of a responsive woman and I had a lot more to give her.
Even though neither of us had touched my cock I was as close to coming as I'd ever been. I unfastened the top of my pants and unzipped my fly to free the pressure on it and guided her hand into the top of my boxers. We both groaned as her warm, soft fingers closed over my knob and slid down my shaft, smearing it with the pre-cum that was pouring out of it. She continued down until I felt her fingers slide under my balls and she began massaging them gently, her wrist pressing against the underside of my shaft. I returned my hand to her stomach but this time did as she was doing and slid it down inside her panties.
She sighed as the tips of my fingers brushed over her mound, tracing through the soft hair covering it. Raising my hand slightly so as to avoid touching her clit, I slid a finger into the cleft between her swollen outer lips and moved it lower until I felt the rim at the entrance to her love tunnel. As I did, she gasped and moved her hand back up my shaft, gripping my weeping knob and I felt yet more pre-cum ooze into her fist. I knew I was close to coming and I slid two fingers into her, hooked them upwards and pressed them against her G-spot. As soon as I did, her whole went rigid and she cried out loudly, and began working her fist up and down my shaft. This was too much for me and I felt my cumm racing up my shaft. We were both lost in a maelstrom of sexual satisfaction as her hand pumped my load into my boxers and her juices soaked my fingers.
We sat there for well over fifteen minutes, both gasping for air, then she turned to me and smiled sweetly. “Take me to bed Mike,” she said, “take me to bed and make love to me please.” I didn't need a second invitation, I fastened the top of my slacks, stood up and helped her to her feet then led her down the hallway. Once inside the bedroom. I closed the door behind us and sat her on the edge of the bed and stripped off. I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her but first there was something I wanted.
After I'd removed my shirt and slacks, I knelt down at the side of the bed infront of her. I reached under her and took hold of the top of her panties and tugged gently and, as Hazel raised her hips, pulled them down her legs and off over her feet. I could feel how wet they were and put the soft, wet material to my cheek, breathing in the aroma of her multiple orgasm. The source of that aroma was my ultimate goal and slowly I eased her legs apart and moved forwards. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen and peeking out from between them I could the glistening pinkness of her inner lips and I zeroed in on them, easing them apart with my thumbs. The entrance to her love tunnel beckoned me and I lowered my face towards it and probed with my tongue, running it up and down through the warm, silky petals, savouring the taste of her sweet love honey.
I knew I could make her come quite easily but I wanted to come with her, no not just with her, I wanted come in her, I wanted to feel her warm wetness engulf my manhood as I came. She began to groan loudly and her hips moved in time with my probing tongue and I knew she was close so I pulled away and eased her legs up onto the bed and climbed on between them. She smiled down over her body at me as I knelt between her thighs, my erection in my hand.
“Yes Mike,” she whispered, “yes make love to me now Mike. I want you. I want you so much.” That was it, that was all I could take and I lowered myself onto her until the tip of my manhood was nestled in the folds of her pussy lips then slowly eased forwards, parting the delicate, pink petals as I slid into her. I could feel the tightness of her as I fed more of my length into her until I heard her gasp and realised that she'd taken all she could. I looked down at our point of union and smiled as I saw the blonde of her pubic hair mingled with my own. I held steady for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of me inside her then started a slow, steady sawing motion, sliding my length deep into her, before pulling back until I was left with just the tip inside her.
I could feel her inner muscles gripping my shaft as I it slid out of her then relaxing as I pushed back in. She began to move in time with me, pushing up each time that I slid into her and soon we were moving like a well oiled machine. I was doing my best to make it last as long as I could, pausing every so often but Hazel had her own agenda and when I did stop she continued to move her hips, bringing herself of on my rigid tool and soon I was beyond the point of no return. I slid my hands under her buttocks and pulled her up onto me and thrust deep inside as I felt my manhood swell inside her, my climax was imminent and seconds later it came.
I felt my seed rush up my shaft and explode inside as her inner muscles clenched tightly at my shaft and a deluge of her juices erupted around it, bathing it in her warm, sticky juices. This was her fourth but obviously her strongest orgasm yet and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and screamed out as it tore through her body. She was threshing about wildly under me as I pumped my seed into her and it was all I could do to keep contact with her then suddenly she went still, not moving a muscle and I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling violently as she fought for breath. I called her name softly. “Hazel, are you alright Hazel?” For several minutes, she didn't reply, she just lay there as her breathing slowly returned to normal then her eyes flickered open and she smiled down at me. “Never better Mike,” she said, “I'd forgotten just how good that felt. Thank you.”
I moved up the bed and lay beside her and for the next fifteen minutes or so we kissed and cuddled like a couple of teenagers then she turned and looked at me. “There's one thing we forgot Mike,” she said. I was about to ask her what that was, when she sat up and moved down the bed. My manhood, which had softened by then, instantly began to show signs of life as I realised what she meant and by the time her soft lips slid over the top of it it was fully erect. For the next ten minutes I was treated to the best blow job I'd ever experienced as she she licked, sucked and massaged my shaft and knob until I had my second climax, this time emptying my seed into her mouth.
I'm now really enjoying my retirement now and can find plenty to fill my time and the weather has no effect at all on it!!!
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