ELSIE
by Musings of Pan
I met Elsie at a social gathering for singles. Elsie was functionally on her own because her husband was in a nursing home with dementia. He did not know her when she visited. Both being on our own we teamed up. I would do light maintenance for her. Replace a faucet washer, fix a storm door, add a stair railing. That sort of thing. She would cook a dinner, some cleaning where I did not think to do, help with picking out shirts and ties, and that sort of thing. Both of us enjoyed going out to plays, restaurants and community events and it was much more fun to do that together. I can't say we were in love, more comfortable companions.
Elsie is a cheerful energetic woman, the type who does not walk into a room, she bounces into it. Not beautiful, but good to look at. She is short and plump though I would never tell her that. Breasts large enough to compliment the package and a cute round bottom. Most of the time I see her in shorts or slacks and a plain top but on occasion she dresses up nice.
One evening after I had painted a room for her and she had prepared a wonderful dinner (pot roast) I was helping her put things away in her kitchen. She was standing on a low stool putting something in her upper cabinet when out of the corner of my eye I saw her slip and start to fall. Fortunately I still have pretty quick reactions so I turned and grabbed her. I broke most of her fall but we both ended up on the kitchen floor.
It was then that I realized that my grasp of her body included my right hand firmly on her left breast. We just lay there like that for a minute or two while we caught our breaths. I said I was sorry as I released her breast. She smiled and told me not to worry that it was nice. With that she rubbed her bottom against me.
After we were up she refilled our wine glasses and we went into her sitting room for the talk that both of us knew was coming. She sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to her when I had started for the chair I usually used. I said, "Elsie, I am fond of you and we are a great team together so I don't want to spoil our relationship. However I think you know that while we fill most of each others needs there is one need that is not being filled."
She smiled, picked up both of my hands and placed them on her breasts. "I know all about that need and feel it myself. We can play around a little but as long as Jim is alive I cannot go all the way with you. That would be cheating."
We discussed her rules while I sat there fondling her breasts through her shirt and bra. It turned out that she was fine with anything except my penis in her vagina. I pointed out that this left a lot of room for play. And so began our adventure to discover how much sex we could have without penis in vagina.
Elsie then told me, "Since we are being totally honest with each other there is something I have wanted to do for a long time. If you like, I would like to do a strip tease for you." I told her that would be a great way to start.
She put on some music and stood in front of me. She was slowly dancing to the music, smiling as she unbuttoned her shirt. With a flip she tossed it aside. Her bra was barely able to contain her breasts as she moved. She was enjoying herself and I was enjoying her.
Then she reached down and took the hem of her skirt moving it from side to side as she gradually lifted it higher. I was staring as her white lace panties came into view. She held her skirt high as she turned around and showed me a fine round bottom. After a bit she dropped the skirt and unzipped it so it would fall to the floor.
The bra was next and exposed beautiful firm breasts with large areolae and standing nipples. They swayed enticingly as she danced. When her panties came down I saw that she had shaved and her split was facing me. It was a fascinating picture. She turned all the way around and I clapped. "You are beautiful doing a strip," I said.
