After all the excitement of Mel, then Dorothy I was glad of a bit of me time to recharge my batteries. Then two days later, the next thing I know;
"Hello handsome!"
The voice woke me up from my afternoon nap. I had been watching the gorgeous Molly Hilloughby on TV when I fell asleep, but now I was presented with even bigger boobs and a more curvy ass in real life. Paula my room cleaner was leaning across me to dust the bookshelves. She was on her own today. She was wearing a tight orange jumper which was very stretched across her lovely chest.
"How are we today?"
Paula asked, as her chest lightly grazed my face as she used a damp cloth on the chest of drawers top. As she moved the cloth side to side with her hands to clean the surface her tits swung into my face several times before she moved away to empty the bin.
She bent over with her legs straight then looked behind to see me looking at her ass. She smiled at me and said;
"Do you have a nice view in your room?"
"Yes indeed" I said. "There is a lovely pair of hillocks in view that I would love to explore."
"Ooo really! " was her answer as she waggled her bum some more while pretending to shake the small bin into the bin bag. She sniggered to herself. But Herbert was now fully awake.
"As summer is coming I'd love to take you for a little stroll around this Folk's Home's grounds and explore those lovely hillocks." I said to her.
"Oh that would be lovely." Paula replied. "I love the outdoors and I am short of company and lonely as my husband always seems to be away from home, usually in Azerbaijan or somewhere similar looking for oil. My kids have their own places now, so my house is a very empty nest at the moment. I could use a friend really, especially one with benefits.
"Well I do get a pension off the government, that is classed as a benefit, isn't it?" I said. "Plus I would be more than happy to be your friend." I continued.
Paula looked at me oddly for a moment.
"A friend with benefits I said, not a friend on benefits. Never mind!" Paula said grumpily. She headed over to empty the kitchen bin.
"I got this job many years ago when money was tight and the kids were little. As time has gone on, I don't need to work anymore for money. It is more the socialising with colleagues and fraternising with residents which make my days fun now."
"That is very interesting Paula," I said "I would love to fill you in some time, sorry, help fill in your time! I meant to say." Dropping a big hint to her.
"You are a dirty old man arn't you?" said Paula.
"Oh sorry" I said "I didn't mean to be like that." So I continued.
"When did you last have some fun?" I asked Paula.
"Oh that would be, let me see..." she said as her eyes went up to the ceiling and she put her hands on her hips. Which pulled her jumper even tighter over her lovely big boobs in her skimpy bra. I feasted my eyes on their fullness, circumference and nipple outlines.
"Probably 18 months ago." She said as I lifted my eyes up to her warm loving friendly gaze. She smiled as she recalled a night out with her friends. "That was when Ricardo was here on a placement from Portugal. He was a lovely Latino chap. That night we found out he was gay, as we all danced made moves on him. He explored a lot of bodies that night indeed!"
"Oh yes that was a fun night, as she recalled what must have been a very memorable and possibly dirty evening." Her face gave away her excitement recalling the event. She went very red also.
I asked Paula if she would like a drink. Did she have a bit of time to stay.
"Yes" she said. "You are my last client today so I can stay and chat for a bit if you would like?"
I made her a cup of coffee while we gabbed to each other about the weather then how far the bus stop is from here. We chatted and got along like a house on fire.
"Would you like to see my etchings?" I said to Paula. Who laughed loudly.
"Are you for real?" she asked me. "I think that was a chat up line in the 1960's wasn't it?"
"Oh was it?" I said. "I didn't know that." And then; "Well its not a chat up line, I have an album here of my work. I mostly do landscapes but some of people also but they're not my forté really. Would you like to have a look?"
I got the etching album out from the magazine rack beside my armchair.
"Oh go on then!" she said in a funny voice. "If you must".
She came towards me and sat on my bed beside my comfortable padded wing back arm chair.
"They are very good." Paula said in a surprised tone. "I thought you were messing with me but actually you are very skilled."
"Thank you" I replied. "And this one is of Gaping Gill the largest sink hole in Britain. Its on the Limestone rock found in Yorkshire."
"I cannot see that one very well," said Paula, as she stood up and got much closer to me. She leaned in towards me and looked more closely at the etching.
"That is amazing! The detail is fantastic!" she said as she put her bum down on the arm rest of my chair. She was perched somewhat precariously but unconsciously leaned in to see my work. I was very close to her and examined her face, neck and chest while she was occupied.
"OOoh thats a good one!" she said as she moved on the pages and looked at an etching of a woman, who as a model had been dressed only in skimpy underwear, while posing.
I remembered that members of the public were paid £10 an hour to sit in various stages of nudity for art students, when I went to Art College. I had attended night-school classes when I was a good bit younger!
Paula had a good look at the voluptuous young girl in my etching book. "What a beauty!" she said, while looking at the etching, then she let out a nervous cry;
"Yikkes!"
As she slipped off the armrest of my chair and landed on to my lap. Her arms were around my shoulders to stop herself falling and her face was an inch away from me.
"Well hello!" I said "Have you just dropped in? Haha. But seriously are you ok?"
I became aware that Herbert was standing to attention in my trousers. Undoubtedly she could feel him pressing against her bum."
"Oh yes! I am more than Ok!" Paula says laughing. "I have not sat on a man's lap for such a long time." She said. "Oh I could get used to this." She giggled. As I felt her wiggle her butt cheeks over Herbert.
She closed her eyes while she discretely enjoyed rubbing herself on me. I took the opportunity to close in her neck and kissed it. Sucking her skin into my mouth and then moving up pushing my tongue into her ear. She loved the feeling and sighed loudly. The she swung her right leg over me while her left leg stayed on my right side. She was now straddling me with her legs wide apart. Herbert sat up in her crevasse. Her right arm went around my neck and pulled me in. Kissing, lip nibbling, tongue swapping and neck biting followed for several minutes before I got my hands under her jumper and kneaded her tits under her bra. They were such a hand full, very soft but massive in volume. I found her nipples and squeezed them like a World War 2 British spy in Germany squeezing and twisting his radio transmitter dials.
"Germany calling..." I whispered in her ear as I twisted her nipples and squeezed them. They soon expanded into my hand, the pink edge of her aureoles rising like goose bumps on a cold arm. The nipples rose like a volcano on the horizon. Well over an inch long.
"Oh I bet your babies did not go hungry!" I groaned as I worked her nipples. After a few minutes I felt her arms pull my face down against her tits, her legs squeezed me and the arms of the chair as she shuddered and let out a big groan. Then she pressed her junk hard against Herbert as she orgasmed. Over and over she shuddered as she came, unstoppable, I thought I was going to suffocate against her large tits as she pressed my face tightly against her airbags.
