Ch 02. Michael and Hazel.
Michael had never had much success with the female population. At college, he always stood at the back of the room and watched his mates flirt and dance. At university, he came out of his shell a little and dated a few times, but he always felt the girls accepted him because no one else asked them.
He had been a change of life, after-thought to elderly parents. All his siblings were married with families when he came along, but he had been loved and nurtured and had no hang-ups. His parents were old school and bought him up to have old school manners and ideas about how to treat other people. He always said 'please' and 'thank you,' opened doors for others, and was courteous and obliging to a fault, especially with the fairer sex.
He was certainly no Adonis. He was five foot ten in his boots, very slightly built and his hair was thin, very blond, and fine. He had fine bones and large expressive eyes. He was highly intelligent and took a great interest in art and music, and although he followed sport to keep in touch with his peer group, he never took part.
He was financially very secure, having graduated a computer professional and also taken an interest in the stock exchange, but his social life was almost nonexistent. He did not belong to any clubs or institutes but had a quiet circle of friends who met at the local pub occasionally for a happy hour
Peter, from the Service Club, saw Michael chatting to a couple of the blokes at the bar and instantly thought of Hazel. She was a five foot two widow at the Secure Complex. She was slightly built, with good tits for her age, but had not as yet taken part in the fund raising. She had had five husbands and partners, all of whom had either died or who still adored her. She had raised six children and still owned three farms. She was strong-minded but in the old fashioned quiet and gentle way of yesteryear.
Peter made his way over to Michael and after an initial word about the weather and the rugby scores, innocently asked Michel if he had heard of their fund raising scheme. Michael admitted he had, but did not think he could help in any way, firstly because he was not a club member and secondly he had no skills with the ladies.
Peter just laughed and said, "You don't know till you try. We will induct you as a member at our next meeting; bring you up to date with the fund raising objectives, then how about escorting a lovely little lady to dinner with no strings attached?"
He knew Hazel had expressed an interest in going out to dinner, but she said at this point she wanted no further action. She said she was too old and dried up. Also, she had no desire to be towered over by a hulking great ape of a man who had no manners. Peter suggested to Michael he should arrange for Judy to take Hazel out for coffee one afternoon and have Michael casually turn up and see where things went from there. Michael agreed.
The rapport between the two when they met was instant. They were like a pair of cupié dolls together and were soon touching hands and laughing at silly jokes.
As they talked about the Service Club fundraising project, Michael said: "I do not know a lot about it yet as I am a very new member, but I will keep you up to date with progress."
Michael was just about to stand up and go back to work when Hazel grabbed his hand and said, "How about taking me out to dinner tomorrow night. I have not been out for years. I will donate to this fund raising club of yours if you escort me. I would dearly love to spend an evening with you."
"Right," said Michael. "You are on."
Addresses and phone numbers were exchanged, and times were set.
Michael made sure his car was clean and polished both inside and out, and arrived promptly on time carrying a single rose and a small box of chocolates.
Hazel opened the door dressed in a lavender shift dress, high heels and with her hair casually dressed in a halo around her face. Hazel was thrilled at the courtesy of the gift he offered, and Michael was stunned at how attractive she looked when dressed up, so the evening was off to a good start.
He offered her his arm to escort her to the car and made sure her seat belt was properly buckled.
To say the evening was successful would be a total understatement. They laughed and joked all evening, and both knew that it was the best evening either had had in a long time.
He escorted her home and saw her safely inside. As he turned to go, he took her hand and kissed it. Hazel felt herself melt inside, and she closed her fingers around his hand and held on.
"Please, can we do this again? I am the happiest I have been for years."
"Certainly we can," said Michael, "How about I ring you next week and see how your diary is filling up."
Hazel chuckled. "I will clear my diary for you any time. Good night."
They dined together a few times, then one night when he saw her safely home, she pulled him into the hall, closed the door, and pulled him towards her. She kissed him passionately on the lips. Michael was momentarily stunned, but reacted quickly and put his arms around her, pulled her close, and returned the kiss.
She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and ran her hands over his chest, gently tweaking his nipples. Michael felt his cock respond, and he slid his hands down to her buttocks and pulled her close.
"Oh! Oh! I can feel we are on the same wavelength" purred Hazel "Come on down to my bedroom and make love to me. I need you because I haven't had a man in years."
With his arms still firmly around her, Michael pulled back a little, and quietly expressed his fears.
"I have never actually had a woman, and I don't know how to be a lover."
"Well now, that is even better still. I have enough experience for both of us, and you won't be comparing me to anyone else. Come on. Time is wasting."
The lights were subdued in the bedroom, and the bed cover was turned back. Hazel stood Michael by the side of the bed, slipped his shirt off, and unbuckled his trousers. His hard cock pressed against his jockeys and bounced out when she slipped them down his legs. She gently pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and she knelt and took his throbbing penis in her mouth.
Michael ran his fingers through her hair and moaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh! What a wonderful feeling. But I can't take it any longer; I am going to come! Oh shit! I have spoilt it all!"
Hazel was prepared for this, and had a hand towel ready and caught his ejaculation safely and assured him "You have not spoilt it. That has just taken the pressure off so we can now enjoy each other. Slip those pesky clothes off out of the way while I do the same with mine, and we can get down to business."
