By Design 4
Previous chapters should be read first for context. Introverted young man works with shy, quiet, but horny older woman. He settles in as her lodger, and their relationship reaches new heights. She becomes more adventurous and begins to take charge.
Thank you for all your comments, you are all too kind! All the feedback is very much appreciated, as I venture down the path of paying back all the years of enjoyment Lit authors have provided me. As suspected, this is loosely based on real life events.
All characters over 18 years of age.
Careful steps
After the big reveal, and we had cleared the breakfast dishes, Maureen sat on my lap facing me and we talked about her change of heart. It seems that my not so subtle approach, coupled with the regular finger rimming, had added to her naturally high libido, and she found the extra stimulation had enhanced her orgasms, to the point she decided to "do the research".
Once she had the discussion at the spa, she decided to explore further, and this resulted in her buying not one, but two, "training aids", one a starter size (her words) and the other a model that probably exceeded my full hard on girth but just a little. Shayla had provided other useful advice, including the use of a natural lubricant to ease the insertion of the plug. Maureen being the ever-careful woman, had made sure she was clean, douched and prepared before she inserted the smaller plug.
"So, are you comfortable with the plug?" I asked.
"At first it was very weird, I felt so full, but after a little while I got used to it, and the more I moved around the more it excited me, to the extent that last night, after you fell asleep, I played with myself and enjoyed a very satisfying orgasm. I did take it out before bed but decided to reinsert it this morning to surprise you. It has however, made me very horny, so, Mister Perve, let your fingers to the talking!" she instructed as she spread her legs wide on my lap.
By now I was getting very hard under her thigh, but did as I was told, and played with her freshly shaven lips, dipping into her and circling her clit. She kissed me hard and then began nibbling on my neck as her groans increased. Sliding two fingers into her, I could feel the plug, and it was obviously a major turn on for her. She came hard, in short order, kissing me deeply as she shuddered and squirmed on my lap.
I held her close as she recovered, a smile on her face.
"I don't know what it is," she said, "but it seems like every part of me is on a heightened sensitivity. My nipples tingle, and as for my clit, it seems to be on fire, and feels so much bigger than normal. If this is what a plug in my bum does, I may well want to go the whole hog."
"Do you think that you could handle me in your pussy while you have the plug in?" I asked.
"I hadn't thought about that," she replied, "but just having your fingers in me, feeling them rubbing up against it was electrifying."
"Well, let's think about that, and maybe give it a try tonight. I know you want to take some time before we try the back-door route," I said, squeezing her tight and giving her a kiss.
We managed to get showered, Maureen taking a break and removing the plug, making sure she gave it a good cleaning. We had a few things we needed to do, and so our traditional Saturday shopping duties took priority. I had to catch up on my laundry and do some tidying up in the garden while she spent some time cleaning and getting ready for the week ahead.
We finally got the chores done, and now had the whole weekend ahead of us to relax and enjoy ourselves. It was a fine late afternoon as we sat on the patio, drinking a glass of wine, and talking about all manner of things.
I told her of growing up outside of a small town, pretty much left to my own devices as soon as my parents felt I could be left alone while they both worked. My father had a tough upbringing, eldest of 6 in a very Catholic family. As soon as he turned 18, he ran away and joined the Air Force, and trained as a navigator/radio operator and flew for several years before leaving and working as an electronics technician. He was hard on me, a tough disciplinarian, and as such I spent much of the time in the forests that were close to our home. It was there that I let my imagination run wild and learned to relish the solitude of a good book and the sounds of the wind in the trees.
Maureen smiled and teased "We're pretty much two peas in a pod, except one is a sprout, and the other a wrinkled bean!"
She too was a loner, and felt self conscious about just about everything about herself, from her weight, lack of figure (in particular her small breasts), her hair (all of it) and the fact that the hormone issue left her with the high libido, and that had to put "fellows" off, based on her similar catholic upbringing.
Maureen had not been out much, and had rarely gone out to a show, or movie, or even out for an evening meal. Definitely a lonesome homebody. I was determined to change that, so I told her that we were going out for dinner.
She looked a little startled and with a deer in the headlights look asked me, "Are you sure? Where? Just us?"
"Just us, yes, and to a good restaurant. You aren't charging me an arm and a leg for rent, so this is my treat." I replied, as I pulled out my cell and searched for restaurants nearby and made a late evening reservation at a really good restaurant slightly out of town with a great reputation and good reviews.
"Are you sure you want to be seen in public with such an old woman in tow?" she asked, "what if we run into someone you know?"
"Well, let me think about that. How about I introduce you as my grandma?
<that got me a smack on the arm>
OK, how about my hot-blooded lover?
<another whack>
Well, if that's the case, I'll simply introduce you as Maureen, a colleague from work?" I said.
"And," I said, "I will never be embarrassed at having you on my arm in public."
Maureen teared up and hugged me. "OK," she said simply.
She disappeared into her room. I took my time, showered, and changed into a jacket and tie, along with my best pair of dressy trousers, and then waited for her to come out. Because the restaurant was out of town, I did not think we would run into anyone from the office, or our relatively small group of acquaintances.
Maureen appeared after a while, and I was amazed at the vision of beauty before me. She had on an elegant evening dress in her favourite dark blue, with her trademark full fashioned seamed stockings with the Cuban heel, medium heeled black pumps, and a lace shawl around her shoulders. Her makeup was amazing, with her eyes highlighted behind her frames, and a soft red lipstick completing the transformation.
"Maureen, you look stunning!" I said as I took her shoulders and kissed her lightly. She blushed.
"Thank you, Ben," she said, "I hope this is ok, not too much, or too little?"
