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Mike had been a really good neighbour ever since he’d moved into the flat next to mine a year before. No matter what I asked him to do for me he was always willing. He’d do little jobs around the flat for me, go to the super market for me when it was raining and even did some laundry for me once when my washing machine packed in. I didn’t realise it at the time but that was when the change in him started. There’d never been anything sexual between us up then but suddenly he began flirting with me, telling me how nice I looked and once, when I was getting ready to go somewhere special, I can’t really remember where, he even told me I looked sexy. I wasn’t at all offended, in fact I felt flattered. It isn’t often a seventy two year old woman gets told she looks sexy and over time, his flirting got more blatant and to tell the truth I got quite turned on by it and decided to see just how far he’d go.
My plan meant I had to get him there at a specific time and after some thought, I asked him to call round and have a look at my central heating timer. I’ve got it set to come on at eight in the evening and told him that it seemed to be going haywire, going on and off at all times of the day. I suggested he came round at the time it was set to come on, eight o’clock and see if he could sort it out for me. As usual he was more than happy to oblige and at close on eight that fateful evening he was knocking on my door. When I opened it, I thought he was going to pass out, he was seeing a side of me that even I’d forgotten existed.
For most of the day I’d been trying on underwear, attempting to find something sexy that still fitted me and eventually found some red silk, knickers and a matching bra that just about fitted. The bra was a bit on the small side but that just accentuated my cleavage and the knickers were a bit tight so when I pulled them up over my belly they clearly showed the outline of my mound and pussy lips. I found a knee length satin dressing gown that went with the bra and knickers and to tell the truth, when I looked at my reflection in the mirror I was quite pleased with what I saw. “Right you randy old sod Mike,” I laughed, “let’s see how you like this sexy granny.”
For a moment when I opened the door, Mike just stood there, his mouth hanging open with an expression of pure shock on his face. “Oh I’m so sorry Mike,” I lied, “I forgot you were coming round. I was just sorting some stuff out to give to the Help The Aged shop. My wardrobe is stuffed with clothes that won’t go near me now and I thought it was time I got rid of some of it.” I did find some that still fitted though.”
Mike, who had now recovered from his initial shock just smiled. “Yes, I can see you did Hazel and may I say you look lovely in them.” “Well thank you Mike,” I said, “do you want to have a look at the timer now?” “If you insist,” he laughed, “but I can see something I’d much rather look at.” “Shut up you randy old bugger,” I laughed, “have a look at the timer and then maybe later...” I left the sentence unfinished and stood aside to let Mike in. I purposely didn’t leave him much room and, as he brushed past me it was obvious that my outfit had had the desired effect on him.
Ten minutes passed while Mike checked the timer and I fixed us both a drink and when he came into the lounge I was sitting on the couch with two mugs of coffee on the coffee table. He came into the room and sat on the couch beside me. “Well, I’ve checked the timer,” he said, “and I can’t find anything wrong with it but I suppose it’s better to be safe than sorry.” He sat there for a moment looking down at his coffee then turned to face me. “Hazel,” he said, “honestly now. Were you really sorting your old clothes out or did you put that outfit on especially for me?” “Well if you want the truth Mike, yes I did. I’ve noticed how you’ve been flirting with me and I wanted to see just how far you’d go.” Again he sat there in silence for a minute then put a hand on each side of my face and leant forwards. “Is this far enough?” he asked a split second before his lips met mine and he kissed me hard.” As he did I felt his hand move into the top of my robe and gasped as he ran the palm of his hand over one of my silk covered nipples. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into my eyes. “Far enough Hazel?” he said softly, “or would you like me to go further?” I hadn’t felt this turned on for years and gasped as he moved his hand across to the other nipple and ran the flat of his hand over that one. “Further Mike,” I groaned, “go as far as you like.”
That was it, the flood gates were open as far as I was concerned and, as he slid his other hand into my robe and down over my belly my legs parted as if with a mind of their own. I knew I was wet down there, something I hadn’t been for God knows how long, it had been over five years since I been with a man and old almost forgotten feelings began to build inside me. At first Mike contented himself with running a finger along the top of my knickers but not for long though and he soon moved his hand lower, onto my silk covered pussy lips. That was all it took for me and five years plus of pent up sexual abstinence exploded inside me and I came hard, soaking the crotch of my knickers under his hand.
I think the speed at which I came surprised Mike, as he quickly pulled his hand from between my legs and looked down at it. “You came Hazel,” he said, almost in disbelief,” I made you come. I can’t believe it. I actually made you come.” I realised then that I wasn’t the only one who’d been celibate for all those years and smiled at him. “Yes Mike,” I said, after I’d caught my breath, “you made me come and you’re the first in over five years. Thank you, thank you so much.” Again he sat there staring at his hand, wet shiny from the results of my orgasm, then did something I hadn’t expected, he slowly raised it to his mouth and licked the palm, groaning softly as he did.
“Oh my God Hazel” he eventually said, “this brings back so many wonderful memories. There’s something I really want to do but stop me if you don’t like it. I’ll understand.” I knew straight away what he meant, an ex boy friend enjoyed doing what Mike was hinting at and I smiled at him. “I know what you mean Mike,” I said, “and I won’t stop you. Go ahead.” As I spoke I pulled the belt of my robe open and slipped it off my shoulders, leaving me in just my bra and knickers and Mike groaned again. “Beautiful,” he whispered, “absolutely beautiful.” With that he slid off the couch onto his knees and moved between my legs easing them further apart as he did. “Oh my God,” he gasped, “you’re so wet Hazel and I did it. I made you that wet. Oh my God.” I was about to answer him when he pressed his lips against the soaking crotch of my knickers and, instead of words coming out of my mouth a loud cry escaped.
As he ran his tongue up and down over the silky covering of my pussy. I felt another orgasm building inside me and pushed my hips up at him. “Are you coming again Hazel?” he asked, raising his head for a moment. “Yes Mike, I am,” I almost screamed, “don’t stop, make me come again.” Mike lowered his head again but this time he moved the crotch of my knickers to one side and now there was nothing between his lips and my naked pussy and I cried out again as he ran his tongue up and down through my swollen lips. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed what he was doing to me and reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his mouth harder against me. “I can’t breathe Hazel,” he gasped, “let me lead. I can’t breathe.” Realising that I was going over the top I moved my hands to either side of his head, giving him a little more wriggle room and began thrusting my hips up at him. I turned out to be a good move on my part as it meant that now his nose was pressed against my clit and, the combination of that and his tongue dipping in and out of my pussy hole tipped me over the edge and I came again, the second time in less than an hour.
This second orgasm was as intense, if not more so than the first one and wave after wave of my juices gushed out of me. I could feel Mike swallowing as hard and fast as he could, not wanting to waste a drop of my love honey. He was a real trooper and licked, sucked and lapped at my pussy until I had nothing left to give and my orgasm faded then got up and sat back down beside me on the couch. I could see the results of my climax glistening around his mouth and nose and when he leant in to kiss me it was my turn to groan as I smelt and tasted my own pussy on him, again something I hadn’t experienced for over five years.
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