The living room was quiet, the dim light of the sun illuminating the space as the only sound that could be heard was the soft, ragged breathing of Sophie and Wilf as they recovered from what had just happened. It felt nice to be so close, holding each other like a pair of lovers, despite the fact they had only known each other for twenty four hours or so. They felt happy in the silence, neither of them wanting to break it, but eventually, as the post-orgasmic bliss started to fade, Sophie realized that she should probably leave. "So, I'll see you next Wednesday?" she asked softly, a slight hint of nervousness in her voice. She still felt comfortable with what had happened, but now that her mental clarity was returning, she did feel a little self-doubt creeping in. What if Wilf was just like that other boy? He had his fun and now he would be done with her?
"I'd love that," Wilf replied softly, "I'll do my best to make sure the place isn't too messy." He gave Sophie a little squeeze as she started to climb off of his lap, finding that her legs had started to fall asleep and that she was wobbly on her feet. Giving herself a second to gain her footing, she looked at Wilf. As their eyes met, she felt strangely naked and exposed, despite being fully clothed, as she stood before him.
"And what about...?" she asked, trailing off before she could finish her thought.
"If you want to do this again, we can, but if not, that's fine too," Wilf replied calmly. Despite his throbbing cock still trapped in his pants screaming for relief, he knew he needed to continue to be careful with this young woman and her feelings. This could have just been a moment of weakness and he needed to prepare them both for that possible outcome, to save either of them being hurt.
"Okay, that sounds good, I'll have a think about it. Thanks Wilf. I'll see you next week."
"See you then," Wilf replied as he watched Sophie leave the room and heard her make her way out of the front door. He took a deep breath, finally alone and able to relax. That had really just happened. He had fingered a nineteen year old girl and made her cum on his lap as she moaned for him. His cock twinged with need at the mere thought. Deep introspection would have to wait, he needed to take care of himself, just like he had taken care of Sophie. Pulling himself up from the sofa, he made his way to the bathroom. The second he entered the room he ripped off his clothes, releasing his prick from its confines as it bobbed up and down with excitement, a string of pre-cum falling from the tip onto the tiled floor below him.
As his hand finally met his swollen cock, he shuddered with satisfaction, fingers wrapping around his shaft. After spending so long expertly pleasuring Sophie, he was more pent up than he had been in a very long time and as he slowly began to stroke himself, he let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the feeling of the petite girl sitting on his lap, the wet warmth of her pussy on his fingers, her breath catching in her throat and her moans of hitherto unknown pleasure. The fact that he had been the one to show her how good sexual activity could be and been responsible for her first orgasm was one of the most arousing thoughts Wilf had ever had.
Bringing his spare hand to his nose, he sniffed his fingers, still coated in Sophie's dried juices, letting out a guttural, primal growl of approval. His hand moved faster up and down his cock, rubbing the head before returning to the base as he felt his knees start to shake. Sophie's aroma gave him flashbacks of Denise, but he pushed her face from his mind, so focused on achieving the release he desperately needed that even his wife wouldn't get in the way. His young cleaner's scent was musky and a little salty, but there was something pure about it too, untouched and virginal in nature. It scratched an ancient part of Wilf's brain, the masculine side of himself that only focused on reproducing to keep his family line advancing forwards. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before, even in all his years with his late wife.
Spitting into his hand so he could continue stroking, he felt the crescendo approaching, pumping his fist up and down like a man possessed, like an addict desperate for his next fix, but instead of a line of cocaine, or a rock of meth, it was Sophie that was driving him insane with sexual need. Finally his hand came to a halt, gripping his shaft firmly, eyes rolling back into his head as he roared with a moan that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality around him. Images of Sophie naked, Denise on her knees and the two women he had ever been intimate with sharing a soft, tender kiss whirled through Wilf's mind as he came like a rocket.
His jizz erupted from his shaft, covering the sink, floor and the bottom of the bathroom mirror as he trembled and shook in sheer unbridled ecstasy. His balls tensed over and over as rope upon rope of cum shot out, Wilfs knuckles turning white as he grasped the sink for support, every drop of seed being milked from him by his still moving hand. As the last spurts flew, he collapsed backwards, managing to catch himself on the shower curtain and take a seat on the toilet lid, gasping and panting for air as the final drops of ejaculate dribbled onto his balls and down his thighs.
Finally opening his eyes, chest still rising and falling rapidly he was shocked to see the mess he had made. There was cum everywhere, he had never seen so much and couldn't quite believe that he had produced all of it by himself. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt something he didn't expect, a pang of shame and guilt. "I'm sorry Denise..." he whispered into the empty bathroom as a tear rolled down his cheek. What had he done?
After giving himself a few minutes to try and process what had happened, he cleaned up after himself, stomach tied in a knot as his brain wrestled with his feelings. Trying to keep himself busy to keep the intrusive thoughts out, Wilf spent the rest of the day continuing to work on the jigsaw before watching some TV while he ate. It was around seven in the evening when his phone rang. Checking the display, he saw it was Melanie's number. Suddenly a wave of different thoughts rushed over him. Did she know? Had Sophie gone home and told her mother that the old man she was cleaning for was some disgusting pervert that had taken advantage of her? Was Melanie going to disown him? Forbid him from seeing his grandchildren ever again? He was sweaty, heart pounding in his chest, blood rushing through his ears as he answered the phone.
"Hi Dad!" Melanie exclaimed in her usual bouncy tone. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized that she didn't know anything. His and Sophie's secret was safe, for now at least.
"Hi buttercup, how are you and the family doing?"
"We're doing well, thanks! I was just about to call Sophie to arrange her payment and I just wanted to check that everything had gone ok? That she's done a good job?"
Wilf smiled as he brought Sophie's face to mind. "She was excellent Melanie, very professional! You wouldn't believe it was my house if you were here right now, it looks so good!"
"Oh, that's great, I'm so happy to hear that! Is she coming back next week?"
