BACK IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS
I was just turned sixteen at the time this happened and living with my parents in Wednesfield in the West Midlands. My parents owned hardware store and, on Saturdays, I used to help out behind the counter to earn a bit of extra cash. I enjoyed chatting with the customers and got to know a few of them quite well. One Saturday one of the regulars, Mrs. Evans came in for a wardrobe hanging rail and, after I'd served her and she'd paid for it, she said. "Now all I've got to do is find someone to put it in for me." "What about your husband, can't he do it?" I asked, quite naturally. Mrs. Evans laughed. "You must be joking Mike," she said, "Jack's bloody useless at DIY. He couldn't knock a nail into a plank of wood and keep it straight." I thought for a moment then said. "Look if you don't mind waiting until tomorrow I could come round and put it up for you." Mrs. Evans smiled. "Oh would you Mike. I'd be really grateful. I'd pay you of course." "Don't be daft," I said, "it's all part of the service. "Oh that would be great, what time could you come round?" "Around ten in the morning," I replied, "it's not a big job. I should be done in half a half an hour." "Great," she said, then added, "maybe you can teach my useless husband a few things about DIY." We both laughed at that and she was still laughing when she walked out of the shop.
The following morning I had breakfast then grabbed a couple of screw drivers and made my way round to Mrs. Evans's. As I was walking down the street towards the house, Mr Evans passed me in his car. I waved at him but he didn't seem to notice and drove on. It was just after ten when I got there and I knocked on the door and Mrs. Evans opened it straight away. She smiled when she saw me. "Oh thanks for coming round," she said, "The rail's in the spare bedroom, that's where I want it putting up. Do you fancy a cup of coffee before you start." I told her I'd just had one but said I'd love one when I'd finished putting the rail up for her and she took me upstairs and showed me the wardrobe she wanted the rail putting in. She said the old one had snapped then laughed and said something about having too many clothes.
After she'd showed me exactly what she wanted, she went back downstairs and left me to it. It only took abut ten minutes to fit the rail and when I'd finished I looked round the room. Most of the clothes that had been in the wardrobe were piled up on a bed along one wall. Now back in those days, most older women wore full length slips and it was a neat pile of these that caught my eye and being the nosey, horny teenager I was, I couldn't help having a quick feel. Of course, my nether regions reacted to the feel of silky material and soon I had a semi hard on. My daydreams were interrupted though, when Mrs. Evans shouted up the stairs to see I was alright. I called back that I was and I'd be down in a couple of minutes once I'd tidied up.
When I got back downstairs, Mrs. Evans had already made the coffee and it was waiting for me in the kitchen. As we sat drinking and chatting, I mentioned that I'd seen Mr Evans driving away. Mrs Evans screwed her face and shook her head. "He's a waste of space Mike," she said, "I only mentioned that you were coming round and you'd show him how to put the rail up and he was out of the house like e bat out of hell, she said. Then added, "he's bloody useless downstairs and upstairs come to that." I didn't read anything into that comment at first but when she started to ask me about my girlfriends, I suddenly twigged what she was talking about.
Now I guessed Mrs Evans was in her mid forties at the time and she wasn't what you'd actually call a raving beauty, but she still had a tidy figure. Of course the three kids she'd had had taken their toll on it but she was still quite attractive in a mature sort of way. She had shoulder length blonde hair a pretty face and pleasant smile. As we carried on chatting, she kept returning to the subject of my girlfriends and I began to feel a bit uncomfortable as the conversation got more and more intimate and when she made one statement, I knew there was than just her wardrobe rail she wanted fixing.
"The girls today are so liberated," she said, "all they ever seem to think about and talk about is sex, sex, and more sex. I didn't see Jack's, errrr, you know, until I was turned twenty, and that was after I'd married him." She went silent for a time then said. "Now I think I'm a teenager all over again, because I see even less of it." That was it, I gulped my coffee down and said I had to get home. I was about get up from the table when Mrs Evans laughed. "Oh don't worry Mike, I'm not going to rape you," she said then added, "unless you want me to that is!!!" Now I was no virgin, I'd fucked my girlfriend plenty of times and even had a couple of one nighters with girls I'd picked up at dances but I'd never even considered sex with a woman as old as Mrs Evans, after all she was about the same age as my mother. I was still in two minds about getting out of there when she said. "Would you help me put the clothes back in the wardrobe Mike, you can hand them to me and I'll hang them up." Now I realised this was a definite come on and it was a no brainer and after all a fuck is a fuck and I was sure that was what she was offering me so I said I'd love to, putting an emphasis on the 'love'.
When we got back up to the bedroom, I asked her what she clothes wanted first and she told me just to hand them to her and she'd hang them where she wanted them. I started off by giving her the dresses and skirts and tops but eventually all that was left was the slips. When she took the first lot off me she smiled. "Nice aren't they Mike?" she said, "does your girlfriend wear slips?" Now this was back in the early sixties and most girls under twenty wore petticoats or half slips, they wouldn't have been seen dead in a full slip so I shook my head and told her no she didn't. I saw her smile and dropped the handful of slips I was holding out to her when she said. "Would you like to see me in mine Mike?" Of course by now, the tone of the conversation and the feel of the silky material had woken my wedding tackle up again and it was already half hard but then thought about her husband coming home. "Oh don't worry about him," she said, "he's gone fishing then he'll go down the pub. He won't be home till chucking out time."
I stood there for a moment then shrugged my shoulders. "Okay, if you're sure." She just smiled at me. "Oh I'm sure Mike," she said as she started to unbutton her blouse. I just sat down on the bed and watched her. I could see straight away that she was already wearing a slip, a pale blue one and as she undid each button I could see more and more of it and my cock started to get harder in my jeans. I could see she was wearing a bra, I could see the white straps alongside the blue ones of the slip. Once all the buttons were undone, she slipped the blouse off and dropped it onto the bed beside me. I put my hand on it and my cock twitched in my jeans, as I felt her body heat on it. Next she took her skirt off and put that over the back of a chair. Now I could see her slip in its entirety. It was pale blue with a white lace trim and I could see the edge of her bra and her cleavage where it dipped down at the front. "Do you like it Mike?" she asked, "it's new, I only bought it last week." I didn't really know what to say, so I just nodded and went Mmmm.
She did a little twirl then stood there for a couple of seconds looking down at me and there was no hiding where the main point of her interest was. "Pick another one Mike," she said, "and I'll put that one on for you." Now I was really interested, if she was going to put another one it meant taking off the one she was wearing so I looked at what was left on the bed and handed her the top one, a pink one with a lace infill down the front. "Oh nice choice Mike," she said, "that's my best one, I only wear it on special occasions. It's really sexy when it's on." Before I could hand it to her, she took hold of the bottom of the one she was wearing and pulled it up over her head and put it on the chair with her skirt. Now all she was wearing was her bra and a pair of knickers, and I could see her tits bulging inside the bra and the swell of her cunt lips in the panties. She took the pink slip off me and put it on and she was right, it did look sexy. I could see her bra through the lace in fill but the one thing I hadn't noticed was that it was split up both sides so when she did her twirl is could see most of her legs again.
Once again, she stood there for a couple of seconds then ran her hands down over her hips. "I love the feel of this one Mike," she said, "it's real silk, it cost me a fortune. Come and feel it Mike, it's lovely." I was on my feet before you could say 'Jack Robinson' and running my hands, as she'd done, over her hips. She was right it did feel nice, even nicer now that she was in it.
As I stroked my hands up and down over her hips I spread my thumbs out and they 'accidentally' brushed her inner thighs and it had the desired effect, as she suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me against her and groaned when she felt my, now fully erect cock press into her stomach. Before I knew it her lips were on mine and she was kissing me hard, sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth. Following her lead, I did the same and we were soon French kissing like there was no tomorrow. I moved my hands from her hips, round onto her arse cheeks and pulled her even closer and started grinding myself against her. She started to groan even louder and started moving her own hips and we stood there for about two minutes dry fucking until she pushed me away and looked down at my erection.
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