I'm an electrician and I was working at the general store in our village when the proprietor Mr. Williams had the builders in refurbishing the place. The builders were banging away in the front store while I was working on a distribution board in the back stock room. Mr. Williams had taken the opportunity of the store being temporarily closed to take the day off to go fishing, leaving his wife Hazel to oversee things and provide the builders and me with cups of tea.
Hazel was in her mid thirties, about five years older than me. She was average pretty with grey eyes and curly brown hair down just to her shoulders with a front fringe. That day she was in a pink jumper bulging over a decent pair of breasts, and a knee length grey skirt. She'd kept a good slim figure which the builders' lewd comments when she was out of hearing showed that like me they'd certainly noticed. I'd also noted her shapely legs and how her skirt was thin and tight enough over her well rounded bottom to show the outline of her panties.
Hazel was a slightly shy and nervous woman, anything but a flirt, and most of the time she kept out of the way of us lustful workers and our comments in the flat upstairs where she and her husband lived.
As well as general provisions and hardware his store sold men's "adult" porn magazines. On a shelf in the back stock room was a big stack of newly arrived men's magazines. I couldn't resist the temptation to have a browse. Soon I was ogling nude women and women in sexy underwear in hardcore poses I could hardly believe.
I'd reached a set of pictures of a mature blonde housewife doing a slow striptease and sprawling nude over her kitchen table. The penis-straining pictures had got me so hot I was desperate to have a wank. With the builders out in front and Hazel in the flat upstairs I guessed I had time to jerk one off undisturbed in the privacy of the stock room. I unzipped my jeans and got my hard up cock out. I was ogling my housewife and fingering my cock to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity when I heard the door open behind me.
I was caught in the act. I spun and saw Hazel standing just inside the door with a mug of tea for me in her hand. As I stood there horrified she put the tea down and strolled up so close to me I could feel the warmth of her body. I saw she had a mischievous smile on her face. Then she spoke:
"Wouldn't you rather see the real thing?"
As she spoke she undid the clasp and zip of her shirt, slipped her skirt down over her hips, let it drop round her ankles and kicked it aside. It was summer and her legs were bare. Seeing her naked legs showed me they were as shapely as I'd imagined. She was in creamy white panties with a little black petal pattern and embroidered hems.
She spread her legs and paused for a moment as if to let me take in the sight of the thin cotton bulging taut over her sex mound. Then she slipped her panties as far down round her thighs below her neat bush of dark pubic hair as her panties stretched round her spread legs allowed. She nudged her hips toward me.
"Touch me!" She said softly but with an edge of excitement in her voice.
Being between partners with a sex life consisting of masturbation and porn girls I was up for anything Hazel had to offer. A moment later my hand was cupped over Hazel's pussy mound. It had been ages since I'd felt a woman's cunt and an electric shock of sexual excitement hit me as I felt her slightly moist pubic hair and the soft smooth flesh of her thighs against my hand. My hungry exploring fingers found her vagina slit and slipped between her vagina lips. Hazel gave an excited little whimper and nuzzled her pussy against my palm.
"Do you want my tits as well?"
Without waiting for my obvious answer Hazel lifted her jumper off. Underneath she was wearing a white patterned bra matching her panties. She quickly reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and let it drop. Her breasts weren't large but they were nicely shaped, soft, warn and smooth in my hand with big deep pink nipples.
"Were you going to masturbate?" Hazel asked. Again without waiting for my answer she continued. "Can I do it for you with my hand? Can I? Please!"
Her voice was hesitant, as if she was overcoming her shyness or as if the was worried I'd say no. There was something erotic about the innocence and vulnerability of her shyness. I let the way I thrust my cock forward toward her give her the answer she wanted.
Hazel's hand went down and started to caress my cock and balls. I dropped my jeans and briefs down round my knees so my cock and balls were right out with my hard up cock swinging stiffly in front of me. She snuggled against me, pressing her bulging breasts against my arm and brushing her hairy pussy against my naked thigh.
"Its so big!" Hazel gasped as she fingered my straining hard penis, gently stroking my stiff shaft up and down and playing with its head. "Its bigger than my husband's, and much stiffer than he ever gets!"
I grunted at the explosion of sexual pleasure as Hazel's hand wrapped fully round my penis. Her hand was firm and confident and I knew immediately that in spite of her shyness and apparent innocence she knew how to wank a guy. I spread my legs, thrust my cock forward, clenched my buttocks and braced myself for sexual pleasure. She began to stroke and tug my straining hard shaft rhythmically and smoothly full length up and down, sliding her hand right up over my lust swollen cock head. She squeezed my penis just right and her hand pumped my cock at just the right rhythm.
My hands explored her deliciously soft and smooth naked bottom and thighs and her breasts, exciting her peaking nipples with my hand. Hazel's spare hand played with my naked backside, tickled me down the valley between my bum cheeks and reached under me to caress my inner thigh tops. As she pleasured me me she kept nervously asking me:
"Is that nice? Am I doing it right?" My grunts of pleasure, my thrusting penis and the way I gripped her bottom must have told her she was giving me precisely what a man likes.
As Hazel wanked me, there in front of me, in a big centrefold my housewife squatted wide legged on her kitchen table, nude but for red high heels, with the camera and my lustful eyes locked on the patch of light brown hair between her legs and her pink, juice glistening labia peeping through her pubic hair. I'd masturbated solo many times ogling women in porn, but never before been wanked by a naked woman over porn. It was quite an experience!
As I felt my cum start to rise I told her to ease off. I let her hold me on the agonising brink of orgasm with just her finger and thumb in a ring round my straining cock stroking just below my cock head and her soft hand stroking my buttocks. When I thought I could hardly take any more her fingers took my cock exquisitely to release. In my explosive burst of orgasm pleasure I dug my fingernails into Hazel's naked bottom and pulled her hard against me. I shot a voluminous spurt of semen over the store room floor.
"Was that good?" Hazel asked as I stood there afterwards panting and dripping semen from my swinging still half erect penis. "Did I do it right?"
I told her she was just perfect.
She reached forward, turned the pages of my magazine, and gasped at what she saw. A big-titted blonde secretary was peeling off a white blouse, microscopically short skirt and black stockings as she sprawled over her desk. A brunette beauty lay on her back nude on a rug with her legs spread so wide her naked body was almost "T" shaped, with her hand between her legs pleasuring herself. Her hips were arched up and her head was thrown back in the ecstasy of her orgasm, and lots, lots more.
As Hazel turned the pages I ran my hand over her bottom and thighs and tickled her gently up and down her bum crack with my fingertips. She spread her legs for me to reach under her. Roles were reversed and now I was pleasuring her as she ogled porn. I could tell she was getting aroused, and her naked breasts were rising and falling quickly with her excited breathing. She stopped looking at the pictures and turned to me.
"Do you like seeing women like that?" Before I could answer she continued. "Do you want to see me like that?"
Then she poured out her heart to me. She told me that after her children came her husband had lost interest in sex. She'd wanted to do "dirty things," as she put it, for him but had never dared to ask.m
"I want to do something dirty for a man," she said passionately. "I want to do what the women in those magazines are doing. Please! Can we?"
She pulled up her panties but didn't bother to put her bra or clothes back on. She started tugging me by my arm toward the door and the stairs leading to their flat upstairs. I didn't need much persuading! Hazel hurried upstairs just in her panties, carrying the magazine I'd been ogling with me following. We went straight to the big bedroom.
