Chapter 1

A story can start in many ways as an old radio show used to say decades ago, well this story starts with a phone call and in a way still continues.

It was a Friday, just after lunch when Rick received the call. "Rick Martin" he said when he answered. "Rick this is Philip from the office", came the very pleasant voice. Rick didn't have to ask 'Philip' who he was for he knew most of the volunteers who manned the office for the 'Senior's Hobby rooms". "Yes mate", he said. "What can I do?"

"I have a woman who would like to attend the class that you run but has no transport and I'm wondering if transport could be arranged for she seems very interested", Philip replied.

"Where does she live?" Rick asked.

"Warren Crossing".

"That is my next suburb", Rick said. "If you give me the address and name plus contact number I may be able to pick her up. But Philip as I have to open the rooms that the seniors use you would have to tell the woman that I would have to pick her up about ten to nine on the Monday mornings. If that wasn't suitable well I could ask around but I would be the closest to her suburb, I don't think anybody else is", he concluded. Philip said the woman's name was Elizabeth Waiter and that he would convey the message and the conversation ended.

Despite the weather report for Saturday, it was a lovely day. "I best find this bird's address", Rick muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages of the street directory. "Jacaranda Crescent. I could ride there; it isn't that far, maybe half an hour on the bike". He finished his conversation, picked up his bike helmet and water bottle and left. The ride was very pleasant and he arrived at the Crescent well before his estimated time. He found the unit number and knocked. A woman well into middle age answered. "Elizabeth Waiter?" he asked. The woman seemed hesitant but did give a nod. "I'm Rick Martin, I tutor at the Seniors Hobby Rooms and I have been told that you are interested in attending but lacked transport". Her hesitation vanished and her rather dull appearance was replaced with a big smile. "Yes ... Yes I am, can you assist me?" she asked.

"That is why I'm here", Rick replied. "Did you get the message about the time for I have to open the rooms so I would have to pick you up before nine on Monday morning".

"Yes ... Yes I did", she replied. Then with only a slight hesitation asked if he would like to come and if he wasn't in a hurry to join her for a light lunch, a suggestion that he accepted.

Her unit was small but neat but as she produced the crockery for lunch he couldn't help observe the limited items in the cupboard, it pointed out that she was very much living alone and visits were very rare, however, what she produced was quite nice. They chatted and he learnt about her failed marriages and other 'dark sides' of her life and that the reasons for her wanting to join the 'hobby classes' was to escape loneliness. He bid farewell but didn't ignore her constant physical contact, something that registered for she did have a decent set of tits and the thought that he carried away was 'if the time and situation were right, would she fuck?'

To give the woman her due, she was ready and waiting. "Good morning Elizabeth", he said as she got into the vehicle. "I would like to thank you for the enjoyable meal you provided on Saturday when I dropped around", he said. She purred an answer at the same time gripping his thigh. He turned the ignition key and then replaced the grip from his thigh onto his groin; she gave sort of 'hiss' but didn't pull away. As he moved into the flow of traffic she smiling said. "Isn't it dangerous to drive with me gripping your cock?"

"If you were pulling or sucking it, yes it would be but I think I can handle the occasional squeeze without running of the road", he replied as he bit his lip as she began to squeeze. By the time he pulled into the underground parking his cock was thrusting against the fabric of his trousers. He turned off the engine and then without any further ado, undid his belt and pulled down his trousers, giving release to his throbbing erection, an erection that she began to stroke but when she lowered her head and took it into her mouth he had to smother the cry that was ready to escape. Suck, fuck she could suck. Slowly he pushed her head further into his groin, she sort of struggled but then settled down and he was sure not a fraction of cock was on display. He worked his fingers under her bra and as she sucked he pulled and squeezed a very enlarged nipple. He came with a gasp, filling her mouth so that before he handed her a small towel cum and saliva were already running down her chin.