I used to get around the country in my work as a land agent and would sometimes come across single women, either unmarried divorced or widowed. On a few occasions romance would blossom. This is a true story of one of those romances.
I drove up the farm driveway on a sunny late summer afternoon to a modern house, and getting out of my car I knocked at the door. It was answered by a woman in her early forties. I explained who I was and that I needed to speak to the landowner concerning the oil pipeline that ran under their land.
"You need to see my mother-in-law, Mrs Launchbury, who lives in that bungalow over there."
I moved my car over to the bungalow and going through a pretty little private courtyard to the house I found who I presumed to Mrs Launchbury sitting at a table having a cup of tea. I introduced myself and found that I was indeed speaking to Mrs Launchbury. I explained who my clients were, and that they needed to gain access to her land to do major works to their pipeline, and as their land agent it was my job to deal with the relevant landowners.
"You'd better sit down and have cup of tea," she smiled, and she went indoors to get another cup.
I studied her as she filled my cup and refilled her own. I guessed about 5'7", neat build and quite slim. Nice breasts, not too small or too large and I'd noticed good legs when she went indoors. Dark collar length hair, which I thought was coloured, dark eyes, and as for age, I thought maybe another ten years more than my own 52.
We chatted away about the work that would be involved, and once she realised that there would be lots of workmen about she chuckled, "My sister and I could set up a tearoom for all those lovely men!"
My ears pricked up for she was attractive, and I wondered if she would fuck. I remarked idly, "Is your sister a naughty girl then?"
"She might have been at one time, but she's 75 now."
"And what would your husband say to you making tea for lots of horny handed workmen?"
"My husband died twelve years ago."
I asked for all the other information that I required for my dossier, and in doing so I found out her son's age, and calculated that she must be at least in her late sixties, so I thought perhaps I'd read her wrong.
