I wedge my heels into the curvature of the arms on Old Mr. Sanders' large green leather clad office chair. My pink lace thong hangs from my left ankle, my skirt rolled up over my waist as Harry nestles his face in my pussy. My fingers grip to the edge of the desk while lay flat on top of it, still clad in my bank issued blouse and blazer. My toes curl up inside my blue high heels as Harry's tongue darts in and out of my vagina with piston like efficiency. My red painted long nails move from the desks edge to intermingle in his scruffy uncombed silvery hair on the back of his head. I feel myself shiver with an orgasm shooting over me. Harry stands from his chair in between my legs unbuttoning his long brown caretakers smock. He looks amazing in a white shirt and blue tie, a pair of well ironed beige slacks which are soon draping over his shoes. He teases his hands inside the band of his sky blue baggy Y-fronts pulling them down leaving his meaty dick to pop up. He shuffles between my legs tightly grabbing my waist before pushing his large bulbous headed rod inside me. His hips bang against me, I am still incredibly amazed by the stamina and technique of this seventy two year man and how he always gets me going. I only entered his hardware shop today on my Friday afternoon lunch break to pick up some stuff for Simon so he could fix our aerial at home on the weekend, but before I knew it, my thong was being pulled down and two of Old Mr. Sanders' fingers were buried deep inside me. He pulls my hip backwards and forwards timing it perfectly so my hips to hit his forward thrust at the ultimate time, assuring his cock is as deep as it can possibly be.
"Oh my god! You old bastard."
"Oh, Mandy you are so fucking hot, you hot fucking slut."
"Come on fuck your hot slut."
He pulls me up, I bury my face in his neck, my hands grip his white wrinkly arse, my legs wrap him, my ankles lock, pulling his body closer. Harry pumps his hips into me, it's not long before we both reach an incredible climax. The heat of his cum gives the inside of my vagina a tremendous warm glow as I rearrange my knickers and skirt. I pull up a wooden stool and sit crossed leg next to a now fully dressed Harry. My leg swings and my shoe rubs up and down his shin. Harry grabs a white lunch box held together by a huge elastic band stopping the lid from sliding off.
"Ooh! What have we got?" I asked knowing for well that the fucking had taken up a lot of my lunch hour, leaving me no time to grab some food.
"Cheese and um, onion. Would like one."
"Oh go on then, big spender." Not many hot twenty somethings spend their lunch hour being fucked by an old age pensioner before sharing a cheese and onion sandwich. My free hand strokes his free hand our fingers periodically touching like nervous teenagers on a first date.
"I am going away for two or three weeks, Amanda. My son Gary, the one who lives in Spain. He has had a accident on his motorbike, so going over to help Celeste, his Spanish wife with the grandkids."
"Hope he is okay, I will bloody miss you, Harry."
"The thing is I'm nervous."
"About flying?"
" No my daughter in law. Since we started our affair, Amanda. I find younger women hot. I used to think that they just being friendly, but because of you, when they smile or say something to me, I think they are coning on to me."
"Sorry about that. But I feel the same about old men. Since you I cant stop looking at them."
"When Shilpa came round the other Sunday to borrow something, she kissed me on the cheek to say thank you, the new confidence in me since I started fucking you, I kissed her on the lips and the next minute her huge breasts are in my mouth."
"is Celeste hot?"
"Not as hot as you, but yes."
"Fucking your daughter-in-law is different to fucking your hot neighbour, be careful. Plus your not allowed any fun while I am here not getting any."
" Oh Amanda, if you ever fancy a fuck while I'm away, just go for a Sunday morning ramble with my group. We all end up at the disused cricket pavilion."
"I will remember that."
I give him a long lingering kiss and head back to work for the last few hours of the week before the weekend. Again I feel a tinge of jealousy that Harry might go over to Spain and end up fucking his hot Spanish daughter-in-law.
The bus ride home is the usual noisy Friday teatime bus as shop workers head home for the weekend. The bus is already full when I enter leading me to stand in aisle running down the middle of the bus.
Simons promise of fixing the aerial doesn't happen. A lazy Saturday of tidying and cleaning followed by a long walk with my boyfriend and after a pub lunch and a few drinks we head home. We crash on the sofa close all the blinds and watch Netflix, Simon's hands roam over my body and we start to kiss but after twenty minutes, Simon is unable to get an erection, the impending day of what would of been his dad's seventeenth birthday looms and with the short days and long nights of the English winter, Simon is feeling the effects of depression again. The disappointment and frustration etched on my face probably did not improve his demeanour.
"Don't worry my darling. It will get sorted."
I sit on the toilet phone in hand my other hand strumming myself crazy trying to bring myself to a climax. Sunday morning downpour put pay to my leisurely walk and hopefully more with the old men of Harry's rambling group. So a boring Sunday ensued. The rest of week surprisingly past quickly as the rain continued to pour down. My finger and porn movies on my phone before I showered were becoming not enough, I needed fucking it was a week since Harry fucked me in the back of his shop.
The low November sun shone as if it knew it is the weekend. I hear the clatter of a ladder crash up against our outside wall, Simon must be preparing to fix the aerial, at last I can finally get back to watching my soap operas. My friend Michelle, Ryan the football team captains fiancé is picking up to do my nails.
"Michelle is on her way, Simon. I will see you later. Please be careful or wait until I get back."
"I have help coming. It is probably a good idea you are out."
