This mostly true story involves an old man and a young woman. If that doesnt float your boat, it'd probably best to stop reading now.
I'm Sean, 61 years old and I was forced into retirement about 10 months ago due to a leg injury which forces me to get around with the use of a walking stick.
Despite that, I don't see myself as a doddery old man. I have a young mind and attitude, I just can't get around as well as I used to. I live alone in a very comfortable unit (my retirement fund has left me reasonably well of financially), which I now have trouble keeping as clean as I'd like.
Two of my friends, Andy and Michelle come over every Saturday night for a meal, drink, chat and the occasional game of cards. I'd told them about my cleaning issues and that I'd probably need to get a cleaner a few days a week to do things like dusting, vacuuming and the like.
Michelle suggested their granddaughter, Molly. I've known Molly all her life. Her mother, Andy and Michelle's daughter had gone to school with my son. That's how long I'd known them.
She was a nice girl, was studying at uni and was looking for work to raise funds for a gap year jaunt overseas. I agreed and since then Molly has cleaned for me 3 days a week for 2 hours a day.
She always does a good job and usually finishes within an hour, but always stays for 2. She makes us a cuppa and she sits with me and chats and plays cards with me. I appreciate the company as I don't get out much.
Things took an unusual turn 2 months ago. Molly usually wore leggings and a jumper over her top when she came to clean. Then she started turning up in a long coat which she'd take when she arrived to reveal skirts of varying lengths from mid thigh to very short and thin tops. More recently, I couldn't help notice, she was without a bra.
She also had taken to bend at the waist, to perform various dusting and polishing tasks, which gave me a wonderful view of whatever panties she was wearing. I was too embarrassed to mention it to her, however I couldn't help looking, but felt very guilty about it.
Molly is a pretty girl, without being stunning, with blonde shoulder length hair, with dark brown eyes and fair skin, which I'd noticed tans nicely in summer. She has always been sporty and that's resulted in a lithe shape. She's petite, about 5' 2", with small, perky breasts, a slim waist and hips, but with what people tend to refer to as a bubble butt. I knew that because I'd seen it so often recently.
One day when she brought our tea and sat opposite me for our chat, she said, "Mr Wilson, can I ask you something personal?" I responded in the affirmative. She asked, "Don't you find me me attractive?"
I nearly spluttered my tea everywhere, but gulped it down and responded, "You're a very attractive young woman, Molly. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been trying to get your attention over the past few weeks and you haven't reacted, so I thought you might not think I'm desirable."
"I have certainly noticed Molly, but what type of reaction were you expecting?"
"I thought you'd at least try to have a sneaky feel of my bum, Mr Wilson."
If I'd had any tea in mouth, it would now be sprayed everywhere. Molly's knees were now slightly parted, showing me most of her bare thighs. "As we're talking frankly Molly, I can't say the thought hasn't passed my mind, but I'm an old man and you're a teenager. I've known you all of your life. I wouldn't want to take advantage of you and I wouldn't want you to think I'm a dirty old man."
Her knees had parted some more and I could now see her cute pink panties and she knew it. "I kind of like the idea of you being a dirty old man Mr Wilson, you're not like the others. I've always liked you. You've always had time for me you've never been sleazy."
"What do you mean, by 'the others' Molly?" I could feel the growth in my trousers, it was just as well I was sitting down.
"Males, Mr Wilson. Boys, men, all of them think if I'm wearing a short skirt, it gives them the right to grope me. I usually slap them and tell them I'll call the police if they try it again."
I was confused and wanted to clarify where this was going. "But why me, Molly? Why is it that you want me to grope you?"
"Like I said, I've always liked you and I know you don't get the chance to get out much. Besides, I have a bit of a thing for older men. Much older men and you're my favourite older man. I guess the fact you haven't accepted my 'invitation' and you don't seem to have any reaction, makes you even more desirable to me. Look Mr Wilson, I'm 19 years old. Old enough to know what I want and who I want" When she made the reaction comment, she looked at my groin and smiled.
I covered the growing 'reaction' in my groin with my arm, very embarrassed. "As we're talking openly and frankly Molly, I can tell you there is always a reaction and when you've left in recent times, I've needed to take matters into my own hands."
She beamed at that, her smile spread from ear to ear. She stood and came around to my side of the coffee table and said, "Let me clear this away," and bent to pick up my cup and saucer.
Knowing what I knew now, the sight before me, her bare legs, all the way up to her gorgeous arse, which was completely bare due to the g-string style of panties she wore, as well as a peek of panty covered crotch, produced a large intake of breath by me.
I accepted her invitation took her left cheek in my open hand. I was able to hold nearly the whole thing in my hand. I gently squeezed it, enjoying its smooth and slightly pliable flesh, which was now starting to be covered in goose bumps. It was Molly's turn to breathe in sharply. I stroked her arse cheeks, feeling every contour and curve.
