Doing Di

There was a knock at my door. I looked at the my watch. 11 o'clock. I wasn't expecting anyone. The postman had already been. I stood up from the computer desk in my home office and headed downstairs to the front door

My elderly neighbour, Di, stood there with a hopeful smile on her face

"Hello, Di," I said lightly. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, I'm really sorry to bother you, Chris," she replied, " but I can't get my computer to come on and I wondered if you could take a look at it for me?

I nodded. "Yeah, well, I'm not an expert, but I'll come along and see if I can help. Give me a few minutes to finish what I'm doing. I'll be there shortly."

She gave me a relieved smile. "Oo, thanks so much. I didn't know what to do. I'll see you in a bit then." She turned away and disappeared down the path towards her house.

I'd known Di for twenty years, ever since we'd moved to the village. We lived at opposite ends of a terrace of six houses, and I passed her house every day as I walked to the car park. She had been widowed some three or four years previously. Her husband, Alan, had been a rather surly character, not really very sociable, and my wife and I had not had a lot to do with them. Since his death, though, Di had been a lot friendlier and we often stopped to chat if she was in her front garden as we passed.

She was about seventy, quite short, with shoulder length grey hair, going silvery. I guessed that in her younger days she would have had been quite slim, and though she had spread in the usual places, gone a bit dumpy, she had a good figure for her age.

I returned to my office (I worked from home a couple of days a week), completed and saved the document I was working on, then back downstairs, where I slipped on a pair of shoes, locked the door behind me, and walked the short distance to Di's house.

She saw me through the window as I came through her garden gate. The door opened before I could ring the bell.

"Oh Chris," she said, "I'm so sorry to bother you. It's really good of you to come." She laid a hand on my arm.

"That's ok Di. It's no bother. Show me to the problem."

"It's upstairs in the little bedroom. You go on up, I'll come behind you.

As I approached the stairs I looked around. I'd never been in her house before. It was more or less identical to mine, though the layout was reversed. But it was much neater and less cluttered then our house. At the top of stairs was a small bedroom, a box room really, in the same place where my office was at home. The door was half open and I went in, she following behind me.

There was little in the room. A tall cupboard against one wall, a desk beneath the window and a chair. On the desk was a laptop, quite an old one, which was opened up, displaying the dreaded 'blue screen of death'.

"I turned it on this morning," she told me, "but nothing came on. Just this blue screen".

"Have you tried restarting it?" I enquired.

"Well I didn't know what to do. I unplugged it, but it stayed on."

"Yeah," I answered. "We'll have to take the battery out to restart it."

I pulled out the chair and sat down, removed the mains lead, then, turning the laptop over, released the catch and pulled out the battery. As I was doing this Di moved closer, standing right up against me with a hand on my shoulder. I found it quite disconcerting. She didn't seem to notice.

"This is really good of you" she repeated.

"No worries, Di. I'll get my reward in Heaven," I joked.

The hand on my shoulder gave a little squeeze and she answered, "oh, sooner then that, I hope.

To my amazement I felt a tightness in my crotch. I was getting a hard on! I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or what. She was seventy, for Christ's sake. Almost twice my age! I pushed the thought out of my mind and tried to concentrate on the task in hand.

After waiting for half a minute I replaced the computer battery, turned it back over and plugged the mains cord back in. Then I opened the screen and pressed the power button. It sprang to life and began the startup sequence. She gave a little gasp.

"Oh, well done. I didn't think it would be so simple. You're so clever!"

"Not really Di. Just a little bit of know-how. Well, you saw what I did. If it happens again, just unplug it, take the battery out for half a minute or so, then put it back in and restart. Actually you could probably do with getting a new laptop, to be honest. These sort of problems don't happen quite so much with more up to date computers." I pushed the chair back and stood up.

"Yes, I probably should. I don't use it very much, but it is very old." She looked up at me and continued, "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would have done without you."

I don't know what put the notion in my head, but I heard myself say, "That's ok. Give me a kiss and we'll call it quits!" It was said half in jest, half seriously. She could take it however she wanted.

"Oh, you can have more than that," she whispered huskily.

She took a step closer to me, placing a hand on either shoulder lifting her face to mine. Instinctively my own hands reached for her waist, pulling her closer in to me and my lips met hers. I felt her arms sliding around my neck as her lips parted and we kissed long and passionately.

It didn't seem in the least unnatural. The age difference was irrelevant. Here was a woman who obviously wanted me and my body responded. My manhood began to swell again, beginning to strain inside my clothing and with our bodies pressed together tightly in a long embrace, she must have felt it too.

I slowly pulled my face back from hers, giving her lips a final lick with the tip of my tongue, then lowered my head and began nuzzling her neck and ears. I heard a catch in her throat and she let out a low moan, then whispered huskily

"Nobody has held me like this for so long."

I hushed her, kissed her lips again, then returned my attention to her neck and the exposed flesh of her shoulders, kissing, tasting, biting gently. As I did so I allowed my hands to slowly move down her back, passing her waist and over her buttocks, coming to rest with both cheeks of her arse cupped in either hand. I pulled her in even more tightly, searched for her mouth and began kissing her again, deeply

She was wearing a knee-length black dress with a pink floral pattern, quite low cut, zipped down the back. My left hand moved up from her buttocks, tracing the length of the zipper until I found the slider, and began to draw it downwards, opening the dress.

She pulled away from my embrace, suddenly. Her face was flushed with sexual excitement, but I could see she also looked embarrassed, confused. I took her by the upper arms with both hands, giving a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry Di," I told her. "If this is unwelcome, I'll go and we can pretend nothing happened." She turned her face back to mine and I thought that it was a nice face, despite the lines and wrinkles around her mouth, the crow's feet around her eyes. She seemed to come to a decision.

"No," she said. "Please don't go. It's just that it has been so long since someone made love to me. Alan has been dead for four years and even before that he hadn't been interested for along time. We slept in separate rooms for ten years before he died." She swallowed, then continued, "Please take me gently. But let's go to my room".

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Bright sunlight flooded through the window, revealing a nicely decorated room with fitted wardrobes along one wall and a double bed flanked by a nightstand and a chest of drawers.

Di crossed to window and drew the curtains across, filtering out the harsh sunlight, softening the scene. Then she stood in front of me and turned her back.

"Do you mind?" She asked, obviously inviting me to unfasten the dress. I took the collar in one hand, and unhurriedly drew to zipper all the way down to the waist. She pushed the straps off her shoulders, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, slipped off the flat shoes from her feet, then turned to face me with a shy smile.

She was wearing a black bra and brief set underneath. Plain everyday underwear, nothing fancy. A fine gold chain circled her throat.

I pulled her close, and we kissed again. Now my hands roamed over the bare flesh of her back, found the clasp of the bra and unhooked it. I took a step back from her, pulling the bra straps as I did so. The bra fell away, revealing her breasts and I dropped it to the floor.

I was pleasantly surprised. Di's face, arms and hands were rather weathered and wrinkled, but under her clothes her skin was pale, soft and smooth. Her breasts were not large but a nice shape, even though they drooped rather. I stroked them with the backs of my fingers and the nipples swelled at my touch. Again I felt my cock stiffening.

I lifted her in my arms and she held on to my neck as I carried her to the bed, laid her gently down in the middle, then sat down and began undressing myself, my eyes never leaving her. She watched me back as I unhurriedly removed my clothes. My cock sprang free as I finally dropped my boxer shorts, already semi-erect. Admittedly, it isn't the biggest cock in the world, but I was gratified to note her eyes widen at the sight.

I climbed onto the bed beside her and, propped on one elbow, began kissing her mouth deeply, while my other hand cupped her soft breasts, squeezing, caressing, lightly tugging at her erect nipples. My cock was instantly fully hard, demanding attention. I took her by the wrist and guided her hand to my cock.. She held the straining member in her hand for a moment, as if unsure what to do, then began a slow, rhythmic manipulation, up and down, until I felt it was going to burst.

I drew my mouth away from hers and moaned a little, appreciatively, then nuzzled along her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, seeking out the swollen nipples, kissing, sucking, pulling at them lightly with my teeth. Her breathing was heavy, panting and she let out a low whimper at the insistent torment.

I took her wrist again, removing her hand from my cock, then straddled her, with my knees by her waist, my buttocks on her thighs. I placed her arms by her side. Worried that I might be causing her any discomfort, especially to her seventy-year old joints, I spoke in a soft voice,

"Are you alright?" She opened her eyes and smiled, her face creasing into a hundred lines.

"I'm wonderful. Don't stop, please.

I bent my face down to kiss her on her thin lips, then slowly started to edge downwards, nuzzling her throat, her breasts, her belly. My fingers found the elastic of her briefs and I began to ease them downwards. She lifted her hips slightly, to ease their removal and I drew them away from her legs, flinging them carelessly away from the bed.

A sparse, but untidy crop of greying hair covered her mound. I could see the slit of her cunt running down between her closed thighs. I thought how much better she would look if the hair was removed, but it didn't put me off. I'd been married for fifteen years and had never been able to persuade my wife to shave.

I brushed the hair with the back of my fingers, then traced the dark slit down with one finger, pushing between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly for me, constrained as she was by my knees planted either side of hers. I was just able to slide the flat of my hand between her thighs, feeling her cunt with the edge of my finger, warm, soft, only slightly moist.

By now my cock was bouncing with anticipation, I was dying to fuck her, but restrained myself. I wanted to make this good for her. I drew my right leg back over hers and settled down beside her, raised on my left elbow, with my arm around her shoulders, cradling her, my left hand gripping her shoulder. My right hand went back to her mound.

With my leg removed she was able to open up more fully, inviting me in. I quickly raised my hand to my face, licking my middle finger wet with saliva, then back to her cunt. At the touch of the wet finger she immediately opened up and a gasp escaped from her upper lips, as her lower ones parted, her own juices flooding her sex.

I began to finger her, gently at first, probing her wet vagina, rubbing her swelling labia and probing down over the perineum, almost, but not quite, touching her anus. Her body was trembling in my embrace, like a little bird, and her legs jerking and spasming under my touch. She turned slightly into me, her mouth seeking mine, hand groping for my cock. My throbbing member leapt like a salmon as she gripped it tightly in her dainty fist. She nuzzled my ear and whispered in a husky voice,

"Please take me. Take me now."

I drew my arm from around her shoulder and as I shifted position she parted her legs fully, allowing me to kneel between her thighs. Although she was good and wet, I used my fingers to wet the head of my penis with saliva, then gripped her hips in my hands and drew her closer, until my cock was at her gaping cunt. I teased her a little, nudging at her wetness, but just holding off from penetrating. She gasped out,

"Do it. For god's sake, do it!

She let out a long moan as my cock slid inside her, penetrating to the hilt. Then I gathered her in my arms and she clung to me fiercely as I began a slow, rhythmic assault on her sex. Her thighs gripped tightly around my hips, we rolled onto our sides, kissing deeply, my hands roaming her back, her shoulders, her buttocks.

Now she was panting, her breathing shallow and rapid. I sensed she was about to orgasm and speeded up my lovemaking, thrusting hard and deep. She came silently, eyes tight shut, mouth wide open, her arms and legs squeezing as tight as they could. I couldn't hold back any longer, spouting my semen into her belly, grunting like a pig, my arse clenching spasmodically.

We clung to each other until our heavings had subsided, then lay quietly together, kissing, caressing, enjoying each other. I don't think I had ever felt such tenderness towards anyone before. I began to feel concerned that I had taken advantage of her, or that I may have caused her discomfort, but she hushed my concerns away.

"I can't thank you enough". She said. "I didn't think this would ever happen to me again. And it's just such a relief. The best tonic I could have had. I haven't felt this happy and contented in years."

"Well, if you ever want your computer fixing again, you be sure to let me know.

"Maybe I'd better not bother getting a new one then!" She laughed.

As I turned to embrace her again I could already feel my cock coming back to life.

"This looks like being a good thing," I thought. "I wonder if I can get her to shave?"