I've never been what you would call a "lucky person," certainly not where the opposite sex is concerned, and that's what makes this story all the more remarkable. I live with my partner ....female, of course .....and we haven't had any sexual relations for nearly two years now; but, that's another story!
I was walking the dog one day in the local woods. It was drizzling with rain, as it had been for the past couple of days, and there were quite a few puddles about. We were on our way home, when I heard a cry from behind me. Turning, I saw a lady who had fallen over and was laying right in a puddle. Being chivalrous, I went to her aid and helped her to her feet again and noticed that she was favouring her right leg. Asking if she was alright, I saw her grimace as she said, "I think I've twisted my ankle."
"You look as if you're in pain," I said, "would you like me to call someone for you, or help you home?"
"There's no-one to call," she said, "and I live on my own since my husband died four years ago."
"In that case, let me help you get home," I said. "Where do you live?"
"Just over there," she said, pointing, "in Oak Avenue."
"Well, if you'd like to lean on me, I'm sure we can make it; provided we take it slowly," I said and smiled at her.
She returned my smile, saying, "That's very kind of you."
With that, I helped her to her back gate, which was just across an adjacent field, and although our progress was quite slow, we eventually made it safely and she fumbled in her pocket for her door keys. Taking them from her, I unlocked her door and led her inside, where she sat down on a kitchen chair.
"Not many people would have gone to all this trouble," she said and asked my name.
When I told her, she said her name was Irene and smiled at me again.
Now that I had the chance, I looked at her properly, noting that she was quite slim and attractive, especially for a woman who, I guessed, would be in her sixties. (I later found out that she is 67) Helping her out of her coat and boots, I suggested a cup of tea and switched on the kettle, noting that her ankle had begun to swell.
"If you look in that top cupboard, " she said, "you'll find some Brandy. I think that might be called for too," she chuckled. So, I found two glasses and poured drinks for us both.
"You look soaked! Perhaps you'd better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold," I said. "Shall I fetch you a towel?"
Blushing, she looked at me and said, "I will in a little while. It wouldn't do for me to get undressed in front of a complete stranger."
"Your foot needs strapping up," I said and smiled "and you can't stay in wet clothes, you know? Besides, we've introduced ourselves, so we're not complete strangers."
"I know," she replied, "but only my late husband has ever seen me with no clothes on," blushing furiously.
"Well, I can't leave you like this Irene. Would you like me to call one of your neighbours round?"
"God, no! We don't talk, they're such a prudish bunch and I can do without them knowing I fell over in the woods.
"In that case," I said, "we are of similar age and I wouldn't be at all embarrassed if you undressed in front of me. Shall I fetch a towel and your bath-robe and wait in the other room? Would that be better?"
She hesitated for a long time, looking very embarrassed, until I said, "If it makes you feel any easier, I'll take my clothes off as well, if you like," grinning to myself and laughing at the same time. This made Irene start laughing and blush even more.
"You really are naughty! I think you just want to see me naked," she said.
"Well, I did offer to join you," I replied and chuckled, "then I can strap-up that ankle of yours. Anyway, you're very attractive, so seeing you naked is not such a bad idea."
I turned round to make the tea and had just bent down to fetch the milk from the fridge, when I heard her whisper something. Turning to face her, I said, "Sorry Irene, did you say something?" and smiled at her.
She was looking down at her hands in her lap, and said, "You have to go first though, because I'm not sure I believe you."
"Sorry love," I said, quizzically, "I'm not sure what you mean?"
She looked up at me and, blushing furiously, said, "Getting undressed, I mean," before dropping her eyes to her lap again.
"OK," I said, smiling to myself and thinking, this is shaping up to be a good day. I slipped my sweater over my head and un-buttoned my shirt, before kneeling in front of Irene and removing my shoes and socks, all the while expecting her to shout 'stop,' but she remained silent and watched my every move from under her lashes. Standing, I slipped my shirt off and laid it on the back of a nearby chair. I unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers and slipped them down before stepping out of them. Very rarely for me, I was wearing knickers that day ....brief black ones .....and watched Irene's face as I laid my trousers across the chair. Standing back, I said, "Well, I did tell you I would take my clothes off too," and grinned.
"But you're cheating," she said, looking at me from the corner of her eye and still blushing.
Knowing what she meant, I slowly slid my knickers down to my ankles and stepped out of them as my semi-erect cock stood out. Boy, was I glad that I had chosen that morning to shave my shaft and balls!
Looking at Irene, I saw her smile and lick her lips, as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, before reaching behind to unclasp her bra and free her small, firm, round boobs. "You might have to help me stand up," she said, as I moved towards her and supported her while she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I bent to retrieve and lay it on the chair, as she slipped her pale blue knickers down and sat on the chair again, immediately crossing her legs and denying me sight of her pussy.
"You have gorgeous breasts," I told her, "and a lovely figure. I can't understand why you're on your own," smiling at her as I watched her look away before flicking her eyes back to my erect cock.
"It's by choice," she told me, " the same as me getting naked in front of you was my choice."
"Then I feel both very flattered and honoured," I told her as I knelt in front of her and gently rubbed her swollen ankle, becoming aware of her firm boobs with their erect nipples. "let's get this ankle strapped-up," I said, reaching for an elastic bandage, which I had found in one of the kitchen drawers.
Pulling over a low stool, my legs parted and my cock sprang to attention once more and I watched Irene's eyes fix on my erection. Asking her to turn her ankle to one side and rest it on the stool, caused her legs to part slightly, giving me my first .....and very surprised ....sight of her pussy.
"Mmmm," I said, "you're a very modern lady too," as I looked at her and grinned as our eyes met. She asked me what I meant and I told her how surprised, and delighted, I was to see that she shaved her pubic hair.
"I've been doing that since I was thirteen," she told me, "not that my husband, Brian, appreciated it! I'm sure he thought that ladies didn't grow hair down there. Since he passed away, I've felt more comfortable about doing it .....among other things," as she started grinning and blushing again. Despite the obvious distraction of having a beautiful lady in front of me, not to mention sight of her lovely pussy, I managed to strap her ankle and leant back .....my proud erection starting to throb with desire as Irene, once more, fixed her eyes on it and licked her lips.
"And what 'other things' do you mean? I asked her softly.
"Since Brian died, and he was never very interested in sex anyway, I've started reading erotic novels and I've learned all sorts of new things and lots of naughty words," she giggled, "I expect you know most of them already."
"I've read some myself," I admitted, "they are usually quite uh .......stimulating?"
