I had thought I would have been retired by the time I got to 65, but a scorned wife and her spiteful female solicitor decided to, as Robin Williams famously said about divorce, '...is like ripping my genitals out through my wallet'. So I found myself applying for all sorts of jobs to supplement my small pension and keep paying the bills for my very small apartment and fairly basic lifestyle.
Unfortunately, men over 60 in the UK are pretty much regarded as irrelevant and redundant unless you happen to possess a unique skill, ability or expertise. Whilst I am a reasonably intelligent, capable and decent bloke, I have not yet been able to split the atom in my kitchen or write computer code blind folded with one hand behind my back, so my best hope was fairly general tasks and obviously there are lots of other folk chasing that work.
I did apply for many jobs through the online job boards, which you can pretty much do with one click, so I had meagre hopes of much success, but then I got an email from a leading supermarket chain telling me they had a vacancy for a shop assistant and to get in touch. With nothing to lose I arranged an interview and after a 20 minute chat with a nice, young and very camp man, I was offered a part time job stacking shelves and general shop duties.
I reported for duty on my first day at 7.00am and a supervisor took me through the paperwork and briefing and assigned me to a senior worker for me to shadow for a week or two. My mentor was a mature lady, 55-60 I reckoned, who had worked at the store for some years. She was very nice, friendly and open with a gentle nature, trim and well presented. She took me around the store introduced me to lots of people and then we loaded a cage with stock and took it onto the shop floor, where she showed me the correct ways to load the shelves.
We worked through to lunch then she took me to the canteen where I grabbed a sandwich and we sat with some friends of hers, all ladies who were very friendly and a little bit cheeky with some of their comments. After lunch as we were returning to the shop floor, Maggie told me to not worry about some of the comments from her colleagues, they were just teasing and then she said,
'Anyway, a good looking guy like you should expect some flirting. Some of those ladies would be very keen to get their hands on you, you'd be a catch.'
I was flattered by her comments and slightly surprised. I thanked her for them and laughingly said I'd watch my back but needed her to be my wingman. She laughed and playfully punched me on the arm. We continued working for the rest of the afternoon and stopped for a tea break. The canteen was quiet during the afternoon and we sat by ourselves and chatted, asking each other about their circumstances. Maggie told me she was a widow, her husband died of cancer a few years back, she had a couple of grown up children who lived away. I told her my situation and family details. We then talked about hobbies and found we had music in common. We both enjoyed soul music from the 70's and 80's and we chatted about the clubs we used to attend and who were our favourite artists.
As we worked through the afternoon, Maggie told me about a pub she went to regularly that had a regular soul tribute band that were very good. I really like live music so was very interested. She mentioned that they had a gig on their on the following Friday and I was welcome to meet her there. She did warn me that she went with friends and most were women and I laughed that it wouldn't put me off.
Work finished and I was off the following day then back in again. Maggie was off that day and I was assigned to another mentor, this time a bloke about my age who spoke about a dozen words and left me to it. I wasn't unhappy, I did the work, took my breaks and went home satisfied that I had done a decent job. The following day I was back in again and Maggie was working. She told me that the guy that I had met yesterday said I was fine and I told her she must have done such a fine job training me. She gave me another playful punch and we started work.
I sensed a slight change in Maggie in that she was a little less formal and more open and on a number of occasions as she moved around me her hand would brush my arm or shoulder. I wasn't complaining, I enjoy the touch of a woman and I liked her but I didn't think any more than that. When we sat in the canteen for our tea break we were opposite each other and our knees were touching. Maggie made no effort to mover hers and when I moved mine, fairly quickly her knees were touching mine again. She asked me if I'd thought more about going to the music gig on the Friday. I told her that I was planning to go and she gave me the directions to the pub. She said I shouldn't worry about her friends, they were all good people and anyway, she would look after me and gave me a cheeky wink, at which I laughed. We exchanged mobile numbers just in case there was an issue.
I wasn't working on the Friday so busied myself with some chores and a game of tennis. During the afternoon Maggie sent me a text asking me if I was still going to the gig. I confirmed I was and she replied with a 'That's good' message and a couple of kisses. The more I thought about Maggie, the more interested I became. She was an attractive woman, good figure, nice legs, warm smile, but would working with her become difficult if we got into something?
I had to take two buses to get to the soul music gig at the pub. It was a big pub and you could hear the music as I approached. The place was packed and I pushed my way to the bar looking out for Maggie but it was difficult to see. I found a space at the bar and ordered a pint and felt someone push in next to me, I looked around and it was Maggie with a big smile. She looked great, nice close fitting black dress, heels, make up, hair done. My cock twitched at the thought of what I could do. The music was loud and she had to speak closely to my ear to be heard. Her warm breath on my ear added to my erotic thoughts. She slipped her arm through the crook of my arm and pulled me close.
I bought her a drink and she pulled me through the crowd to where she was sitting with her friends. The band was excellent and the sound they were producing was high quality but it was loud. Maggie pointed out people and their names but none of us could hear so we all waved at each other and I sat down on a bench next to Maggie, squeezed up tightly. I don't know if it was the position I was sitting but I glanced down and the outline of my cock was prominent through my trousers. I glanced over to Maggie and she was looking too and then she looked up at me and grinned.
After a couple of songs the band took a break and a DJ played some background music. We all said hello to each other and I got talking to a guy next to me about the music, other bands and gigs he'd been to. I could feel Maggie up close to me the other side and her thigh was very tight next to mine. I glanced down at my crotch and the outline was still there. The band came back again and the music was as loud as ever, a few people got up to dance, including Maggie but it was rammed. I watched her move, she was wearing a close fitting dress length just above her knees and with a little slit in the back of the skirt. She was wearing high heels which accentuated her good legs. She turned and looked at me a few times, catching me looking at her and she smiled broadly.
The band finished and the crowd thinned. The pub shut at midnight and so people were drinking up. Maggie asked me how I'd got to the pub and I told her about the buses. She said one of the men there, George, could give a few of us a lift to the bus station and that's what we did. George had a small minibus and we all squeezed in laughing. We said goodbye to a few at the bus station and Maggie and I and a couple of others got on a bus. I was sat to the partner of another lady and we chatted about the band and sport and then his stop came up. They got off and Maggie sat next to me and squeezed my arm telling me she was very pleased I'd come along. Her stop was approaching and mine was the one after. She looked at me and smiled and whispered in my ear,
"You could get off here if you wanted?" she said.
I looked at her and smiled. "I could do if you wanted me to," I replied.
She nodded and squeezed my hand, "I'd like that," she said.
We got off the bus and walked down the road, her arm though mine.
