Betty rather surprised all of us with the story she told. She lived next door to Ethel, and was around twelve years older than Ethel. Ignorant of the situation as Ethel was, she was the corner stone of Betty's tale and was stunned to hear it. Here is what she told us. I have called this...
A Very Helpful Young Man.
I guess you could say, I have had my moments, I was a widow some seven years, Stan had left a reasonable pension and the house paid for on his passing. Most of the time I was married I was faithful, as I said, most of the time.
I had taken the odd opportunity when it had presented itself. Few times I had saved the insurance money, the milk man, things like that, and got my itch scratched. Or was it my snatch pitched!
One thing I can tell you is I never missed an opportunity to get my nooky and I wasn't averse to using my womanly wiles to achieve the result, you will see what I mean as the story unfolds.
Anyway, I am ashamed to say I took advantage of Ethel, my next door neighbour, and this is how.
"Hello. Who are you, what do you want? Ethel is out."
"Oh Hello, I'm Ben, a friend of Ethel's"
Ethel had told me a bit about Ben, her fancy bloke. He was unmarried, and about ten years younger than her. She was getting back at her old man for playing away all these years.
Ben was certainly bringing a rose to Ethel's cheeks, and hmm, he wasn't that bad looking a bit young though.
Why Ben should have been at Ethel's house that afternoon I didn't know. I certainly knew that Ethel was not at home, I had seen her leave on her little moped. I knew also about the arrangement with the card in the window.
"Damn! I just looked in for a cup of tea."
I was looking over the fence which divided our properties.
"If it's a cup of tea you want, I can do that for you, come on round."
I went inside and put the kettle on, waiting for him to arrive at my door. When He knocked I called
"Come on in." which of course he did.
It was summer time and the door was already open. Ben stood, leaning against the door frame as I made the tea.
"Sit down why don't you?" he sat at my kitchen table with his back to the open door.
While he was coming round to my door I had opened the top two buttons of my sleeveless summery blouse, perked my tits up in my bra, quickly primped my hair, and touched up my bit of lipstick.
Bringing the tea to the table I leaned over from the opposite side to hand Ben his tea. I made sure he got a good eyeful of my cleavage.
"Thank you. Sorry to impose, you shouldn't have bothered."
"That's alright; I know Ethel will be disappointed not to have been here Would you like some sugar? I am sure she would have offered you the same, well... at least the same. "
"Yes please. Two please."
As I reached to pick up the basin to give him the sugar I 'accidentally' knocked the spoon out of the basin onto the floor.
"Ok, I'll get it." Said Ben.
I had stuck out my slippered foot and managed to ensure that it had gone under the table rather than to the side then put my foot on it.
"I can't see it."
I moved my foot, spreading my legs under my skirt, well; I spread them as far as my straight herring bone tweedy skirt allowed.
I was always keen on the loose legged silky nylon 'French' knickers, more comfortable at my age don't you know and I knew that the very least he would see was my knickers, stockings, and possibly a little more.
I was sure my slip would not obscure the view; I still had an adequate bush. Well that was my intention anyway.
"Oh yes, I think I can see it now, can you just move your foot a bit? Yes...now I can see it."
I knew that when I moved my foot he must have been able to see right up to my crotch.
When he said he could see it now, I knew exactly where he was looking and it wasn't at the spoon. He picked it up and replaced it on the table.
"Did you see anything you liked under there?"
"You can always find something interesting under a table if you look." He was looking straight into my eyes as he spoke
"What was there of interest under my table?"
"I can't be sure... I'll try another time."
"Would you like a biscuit with your tea? I have some in the other room."
I left the room to get them, as soon as I was out of sight I was hopping on one leg as I got my knickers off. I returned with the biscuit barrel and set it on the table. It did not take a lot of effort to ensure that the lid ended on the floor under the table.
We laughed.
"Don't worry, I'll find it." Ben ducked under the table again.
I parted my thighs.
"Can you see it?"
"I think I will have to feel around for it."
"Ok... Don't take too long it'll get cold... The tea I mean."
I felt his hand on my knee. A thrill ran through me.
"I...just...can't...quite...reach."
"I am sure you could if you tried."
His hand caressed up my leg.
"Nearly...there..."
"Urrgh..." I groaned, seven years since my Bill died, seven years with just my own hand for comfort. Now another hand was heading for my heaven.
"Got it..." his fingers parted my hairs, and started to caress my pussy . "Do you think we could be more comfortable in the other room...on the settee?"
"No, just get down here and give me a hand."
I slipped to the floor; I knew exactly where the cool breeze from the open door was going.
"What were we looking for? Oh yes...the lid."
"Take it easy." I lay on the cold stone tiled floor, bending my knees expectantly. Ben Got up from the floor, I sat up as he went into the hallway.
"Here lift your bum, lie on this." He had brought the fireside rug from the other room. As I shifted sideways onto it I was conscious of being inline with the open door.
"Lift your head." He pulled the cushion from the chair I had been using. Then he lay down again at my side.
"Do you really want shagging?" He was looking deep into my eyes as he fingered the next button on my blouse.
I had been flashing my cleavage, ever since he had come in; I had managed to get him under the table and flashed both my knickers and my pussy at him...
"No, I want fucking!"
He unbuttoned my blouse, and reaching inside both my slip and my bra he pulled out my tits and began sucking on them. You can imagine, at sixty they didn't get a lot of attention although they weren't in too bad shape.
I put my hand down and felt myself, I was wetter than I ever was when I diddled myself, and he had hardly touched me down there. I led one of his hands down....
"Come on, this is feeling neglected." ...and shoved it to my slit.
Ben dug his fingers in and found my clit straight away.
"Oh... Fuuuck..."was all I could manage as I creamed in his hand. That was alright, but it wasn't what I wanted.
I dived my hand into his trousers and released his cock. It wasn't much bigger than I was used to when Bill was alive. I pulled on it as if I had never had one before.
