I'm lucky enough to have retired early. I have the money I need to enjoy a good life but I also have a need to be doing something useful. Rather than finding a part time job I decided to help those around me who can't do certain things for themselves.
Generally it's for old people. I do all kinds of handyman stuff. A bit of plumbing, repairs to the house, sometimes a help in the garden. When I'm done I sit and chat for a while and have a cup of tea.
A lot of them tend to talk about the old days, what it was like then. To them I'm a youngster but I'm also old enough to hear some of the racier stories they like to reminisce about.
One late afternoon, after I had cleared out an old garage for Mary, a lady in her early eighties, I sat down to enjoy a cup of tea and a chat. I don't know how it got into the conversation but it soon turned to first experiences in sex. What she told me I felt I should put down on paper and tell it as the words from her own mouth.
Mary's tale.
I was a late developer. At 17 I was stick thin, flat chested and looked more like a boy than a girl. However, on the day I turned 18 I suddenly developed a pair of boobs many women would die for. I filled out in other areas as well, getting the figure of a real woman. Sophia Loren would have envied me.
In those early days I was embarrassed about my sudden blossoming and wore clothes that would hide what I really looked like. My skirts always passed my knees and covered my ample bosom. I wore cardigans that covered me, completely hiding the attractions from everyone.
At the time of the adventure into adult life I was at college training to be an accountant. To earn some pocket money I worked in the corner shop. I would serve behind the counter or help around the back when there was a delivery. It was also my job to cash up at the end of the day and to put what money had been taken into the safe.
On the day in question it had been very busy. We were an hour late closing the doors. My two other co-workers were going out that night so rushed off leaving me to lockup when I'd finished. I cashed up the till and got the key to the safe and walked round the back to the office where the safe was. The office door was already open so I walked in without announcement.
What I saw froze me to the spot. Mr Kasher, the Asian owner of the store, was sitting before his desk, pants around his ankles and his shirt on the floor. He was looking at a magazine, at a picture of a huge breasted woman whose legs were spread open wide showing a gaping pussy.
I had never seen a man's cock before. It was fully erect and throbbing as he stroked it moaning as he did. I couldn't move or take my eyes off it. Though I hadn't made a sound he turned and saw me. I wanted to run but I just couldn't.
He jumped with the shock and stood up to try and pull up his pants.
"Mary, I'm sorry, I thought you had all gone home." He'd spluttered. He was struggling with his pants and I saw his cock shrinking fast.
"I'm so sorry Mary. It's just my wife has been ill for some time and a man has to relieve himself. It gets so."
Then he began to cry. He was so ashamed of what he was doing and that I had seen him. He was saying it was a sin for him and how he missed his wife. He was begging me not to tell anyone which I assured him I wouldn't.
He'd pulled up his pants but they weren't fastened, he was holding them up. It looked a bit comical.
"It's just a man's need, I have to do it." He wasn't crying now and I assured him that I was ok, that I wasn't upset at all.
Trying to make things more normal I went to the safe and put the money inside and then told him I would go home and would see him on Monday.
"Mary, would you help me?" He asked.
I should have run a mile. Mr Kasher wasn't an attractive man. He was sixty plus and pretty overweight, in fact he would've been classed as obese in these modern days. He must have seen my hesitation and began to plead for me to sort him out, I took a few steps towards him then stopped.
"Please." He whispered. "I need relief."
He pushed his trousers down and sat in a chair. I saw his cock twitch then grow quickly. It seemed to pulse when it had gone to full size. Of the cocks I saw in later life it was one of the biggest, it seemed to pull me forward. I leant down and touched it. He groaned and looked me in the eyes.
"Oh thank you." He sighed when I began to stroke it.
It was awkward stroking him while standing up so I did what seemed the right thing and knelt down. He reached out and touched my breast.
"Will you show them to me?"
I couldn't believe that I would even think of doing such a thing but I was hypnotised. I began to unbutton my dress. He must have thought I did this slowly to tease him but my fingers were trembling and the dress I wore had a lot of buttons. When I let it fall down to my waist his cock was bulging even more.
Without being asked I undid my bra and let it drop to the floor using my arms to shyly cover my breasts. He was shaking with desire when I put a hand to his cock, gripping it firmly I began to masturbate him. It didn't seem to take long before his body was twitching and his groans became louder.
I was genuinely shocked when he suddenly tensed and a huge stream of white fluid erupted from his cock to cover my boobs. I didn't have a clue what it was at the time and thought I might have hurt him. He handed me tissues he had close by to clean the mess from me.
He looked like a heavy weight had been lifted off him and couldn't say thank you enough. I went home feeling deliciously wicked and had a bath to clean up and touch myself. I had never felt like this before and though I had pleased myself in the lady way I had never been as dripping wet.
I didn't see him again until the Thursday. I couldn't help but blush when I did and when he asked me to help him pick up some vegetables from the farmer I knew what would happen. As soon as he drove us out of town I began to unbutton my dress. As the car pulled into a side lane I was already topless and his cock was as hard as before.
It was then that I realised how the way I held it could tease him more or slow him down. I wanted to enjoy what I was doing for longer so when I felt him begin to tense I would slow down or relax my grip. When I felt he was ready again I would go faster. In the end there was nothing I could do to stop him but this time instead of coating my breasts I aimed so it went on him.
Of course it carried on and developed even more. When others had gone home I would go to the office. By now I was getting completely naked in a striptease that would last ten minutes. He would be driven crazy and if I didn't get him calmed down he would have blown his load in seconds. So I would sit on the desk and let him stand up and touch my breasts. Let him suckle on my nipples till they were hard. I wouldn't let him touch me elsewhere and he never forced this on me. For some reason I wasn't ready for anything more at that time.
One day, as soon as the shop was locked up I stripped for him, then pushed him in a chair. Instead of him fondling me I sat on the desk before him and slid my fingers inside me. Stroking my clit, moaning with pleasure I told him to keep his hands by his side but I let him come much closer, so his face was almost touching my pussy. I could feel his breath as I came closer to the climax.
I was moments away when he suddenly leapt backwards and looked around for his clothes, grabbing a shirt to hide his quickly deflating cock.
His brother was standing in the doorway looking shocked to the core. My clothes were in a pile beside him where I had stripped earlier. My entire body felt like it was blushing as I desperately tried to hide myself. Mr Kasher was spluttering something in Indian and his brother began to laugh.
"How can this slob of a man get you to do these things?" His brother asked as he chuckled.
"Ashad, she touches me, that is all we do. It is not a sin if there is no penetration."
"Can I join in the fun?" Ashad asked.