It's Christmas!!" Screams Shannon the banks mortgage advisor, it is the 23rd of December and the staff at the bank I am employed at are celebrating breaking up for a few days. I have been nursing the same glass of wine for an hour, to be honest do not really want to to be here but being an assistant manager, I have to. Hopefully soon they will be going home to their loved ones for Christmas.
Luckily, with a lot of grovelling I am going home to Simon. I told him that I cheated on him but spared him the details of who it was; no boyfriend wants to hear their angel is a cum slut for older men. He did leave me but came back after two weeks. I have not cheated since Uncle Percy six weeks ago, Old Harry is back from France, but I am trying to stay away.
Losing Simon for those two weeks made me realize how much I need him and how much he needs me, although I still need the escape of my old men. The thing is Simon thinks I had a fling with a young man, not once has he considered my bits on the side are the older men of the community, help the aged should employ me as their poster girl, no-one does more to inspire the older generation than me.
The other upside of my affair and coming clean with Simon is he took some of the blame, because he was preoccupied with his dad. He has now given me a lot more attention in the bedroom, so I don't need satisfying so much. I am not desiring older men in such numbers as before; the slutty dirty side of me still needs satisfying now and again.
Percy heard about our short break-up and agreed to stop our agreement of the videos if he could keep the original video of our romp; to be honest I kept a copy for when I have one-on-one time with myself, I also kept the camera; well, you never know. Telling Simon was a great release, but it also made me aware that I needed to be incredibly careful if I am to continue bringing joy to the pensioners.
As the staff leave to carry on the merriment i am cornered by Ritchie, the nerdy awkward 18-year-old intern under the mistletoe.
"Excuse me, would it um be okay um to get a kiss." He nervously and shyly asked.
"Yes sure, Richard." I cup his cheeks and plant a slow kiss on his soft lips, I could feel his body tremble, he is so cute. My arms move around his back as our mouths open and my tongue slides into his inviting mouth, he is startled by my forwardness. He soon reciprocates and pushes tongue into my mouth, I enjoy the feeling of a younger man, coincide that with his shy demeanour, his underdog status in the bank attracts me to him. I grip his trembling hand in mine and guide it to my breast, he nervously gropes at it, with my body heating up I reach down slowly running the palm of my hand over his shapely penis through his trousers. Still kissing me with a gentle nervous touch of his full lusious lips on mine.
"Come on Amanda, we want to go home." Shout the rest of the staff, with disappointment we pull away from each other.
"Thank you." Ritchie softly says. As I watch the staff leave, my eyes watch Ritchie almost skip down the road with a huge smile on his face. I may have to return to this young man I think to myself.
I lock up and meet Simon, who now picks me up when he can, I know he does this to keep an eye on me but it's nice all the same; if he had not today, I may be going somewhere with shy Ritchie. Simon and I spend a lovely evening together, a takeaway and lots of drink lead to an amazing evening of sex, Simon as really upped his game recently.
I wake Christmas eve with an excitement, things seem on track with Simon. Every Christmas eve myself and my friend Michelle go out for a liquid lunch while Simon and Ryan do some shopping. Michelle sends a message which simply reads:
'Dress up nice'
I lay out my outfit of a short brown leather skirt, a tight-fitting beige silk blouse, pull up silk stockings and a pair of colourful high heels. I climb in the shower and switch it on ready for the hot steamy shower to clean me up. But as I climb into the shower it starts spitting freezing cold icy water.
"Fucking hell, not today please." I grab my phone and call Simon.
"Shower is knackered."
"I'm in town, try ringing a builder. What about the builder who patched it up before, what was his name, Dom or something, Don that was it. See if Harry as his number."
"Okay, I will pop next door and see if Harry as his number."
After slipping on a hoodie and bottoms I make my way to my old Neighbours. I have not spoken to Harry since his return from France, as I knock the door and see a shadowy figure approaching the double glass door, I start to get a little nervous and excited at the thought of seeing Harry and being alone with him. The door creeks open only for disappointment as Elsie answers the door.
"Hi, Elsie. Is Harry in?"
"No, my dear, anything I can help you with?"
"My shower is not working; do you have Don's number?"
"Don Porter? Yes, I should have. Would you like a coffee? Amanda."
"Yes please." With Elsie out the room, I decide maybe a bit of dirty talk may hasten Don to my rescue quicker.
I call Don. After ten seconds of him coughing down the phone.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Hi, big Don, its Amanda your sexy little slut. I need you."
"Oh yes Amanda, what can I do for you, you hot bitch."
"My shower is not working and I need a shower, I am naked all hot and sweaty, I need a big strong man to sort me out."
"I will be there in an hour."
"Thanks Don." My tone of voice changes as Elsie returns to the room with my coffee.
"Is Don on his way?"
"About an hour."
"Have a shower here then."
"Okay." after gulping down my coffee and making small talk with Elsie I go upstairs at the Sanders; I change in their bedroom. Before I enter the shower, I call Michelle to let her know that I will be late, she says she will meet me at my house and then go out when the builder as finished. I shower quickly and dress back into my slouchy bottoms and hoodie and return home, not before thanking Elsie for her hospitality.
I go upstairs back home, I might as well get ready to go out, so as soon as Don as finished, Michelle and I can go. I slip into my black lacy knickers and bra, pull up my stockings with a thick flowery patterned band at the top. Beige silk fitted blouse that hugs the contours of my hourglass figure, the brown leather short skirt which drops just below my thighs; just low enough to disguise my stocking tops. I sit on my bed and slip my feet into the heels. As I adjust my attire in our full-length mirror, I look hot. The blouse clings to my breasts.
Then it suddenly dawns on me, the dirty talk to Don to get him here quicker coinciding with me dressed up to the nines, he is going to totally get the wrong idea; even though the thought of my stocking covered legs being wrapped around his large body is a comforting one and a thought that grows in my mind until it is all that fills it, leading to a feel of a warm dampness between my legs. I sit on the bed and spread my legs, my finger presses against my knickers which are moist. Then I look at the drawer which the camera lives 'maybe I could give Uncle Percy a treat' I think to myself, I set up the camera.
The red-light blinks brightly on top of the small black box, sitting directly in front of it legs wide open, as I reach down to finger myself. There is a knock at the door; I reset my skirt forgetting I have left the camera out. I open the door to Michelle. Michelle is my best friend and after the Halloween party a connoisseur of the older gentleman. She regularly visits Clive; one part of Harrys rambling club.
A thicker set woman with an extremely attractive face and large bosoms. I am very envious of her 36d round soft breasts. She is dressed in a loose dress which ends just above the knee and boots similar to mine, her hair drapes down her back, parted in the centre in sublime blonde ringlets. My god she is a gorgeous creature.
"Voila!" She screams pulling a large bottle of prosecco from behind her.
"Get some glasses then you bitch."
Thirty minutes and a half bottle of prosecco later Don arrives, dressed quite smartly in shirt and trousers, but on closer inspection the shirt is untucked, and tissue glued to little spots on his where he has obviously cut himself shaving.
"Wow! Good evening, ladies."
"Hello, Don." Michelle and I reply giggling as we reply at the same time.
"Have you left the front door open." I ask suddenly feeling a chill hit me.
"Yes, let Harry in. I called him to give me a hand."