I was 26 and was assigned to work at a rural location for 6 months. I didn't want to pay for a hotel, so I answered an ad for a boarder in the local paper.
Mrs Church answered the phone and it so happened that Mr Church was working overseas for a year and she was looking for a boarder who could do the odd jobs around the house.
I went and met her. She seemed very nice and a bit conservative. I'd describe her as matronly. I suppose you'd say she was curvaceous and not unattractive, but I wasn't looking at her as a prospective fuck. She was a respectable woman who was twice my age.
We largely kept to ourselves and one evening she went to the local club for a couple of hours. I didn't hear her return, because I was in the laundry, bent over the washing machine removing my clothes.
The first I knew of her return was her saying, "Mmm, I like a domesticated man," and then feeling her hand run over my butt and then squeeze my cheek through my jeans. I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
I didn't object, in fact I hadn't continued removing my clothes from the washer. Her hand went to the other cheek and she repeated the process, asking "Sean, you haven't brought any girls home since you've been here. Are you gay?"
'Fuck!' I thought, 'that was pretty blunt and to the point,' and that made me stand up straight. "No Mrs Church. I've just been concentrating on work and besides, I wouldn't want to offend you by bringing a girl here."
She took her hand off my arse and giggled, "Oh, I wouldn't be offended," she said and I saw her glance at my crotch as if to check if I'd reacted to her groping me, "you should remember all work and no play makes Sean a dull boy and it looks like you could do with some fun."
And with that she walked away saying, "Oh well, I'm going to have a shower and then do some computer work in the study. By the way, you can call me Amy."
I finished do my stuff and was in my room and heard Mrs Church come out of the bathroom so went and showered. I was halfway through when I heard the bathroom door open. Fortunately, I was facing away from it, because I'd been stroking my cock remembering that little encounter in the laundry.
Without so much as a by your leave, Mrs Church said, "When you're finished, why don't you come down to the study and have a drink?"
I turned my head only and said, "OK." Mrs Church had already turned to leave. She was wearing a full length dressing gown, very demure, but it was pulled tight across her ample arse. Ample, but very nicely shaped.
I shook my head as I rinsed my hair. What was happening to me? I'd never even looked twice at a woman more than five years older than me and here I was, checking out a 50 year old woman's butt and my erection told me I liked it.
I changed into shorts and t shirt and approached the study. I was a confident young man, without being cocky, but I found myself nervous like I was on a first date. It was a ridiculous notion. Mrs Church had had one too many Chardonnays and probably already regretted her earlier indiscretion.
I entered the study and Mrs Church looked up from her computer and smiled broadly, "I'm glad you to decided to join me Sean. There's a bottle of fine cognac on the table. Pour yourself one and be a dear and fill mine back up."
She still wore the dressing gown, but she also wore full make up. 'Strange for somebody who's ready for bed,' I thought and her demeanour wasn't her normal quiet, reserved self. The woman in front of me spoke and carried herself with confidence and poise.
I half filled the glasses and sat in a lounge chair. Mrs Church raised her glass in cheers and sipped from it. Watching her glossy painted lips on the glass was strangely erotic, my cock told me.
"It's lovely to have some company Sean," she said as she rose from her chair and moved to the lounge chair opposite me. As she bent forward towards me to sit the top part of her dressing gown came open for a moment to reveal the most enormous cleavage I'd ever seen.
She continued, "Mr Church, Tony, has been away for nearly 3 months and it gets awfully lonely." She asked me about work, what I did in my spare time when I was living at home and general small talk.
I didn't consciously know it then, being a bit naive, but the chat was full of flirting. Slight flicks of her head, touching her hair, smiling etc.
"Sean, Tony has told me he's feeling lonely too. I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something to cheer him up?"
I replied immediately, "Sure, part of our boarding agreement is to help."
She smiled and at the same time crossed her legs, putting one knee on the other. In the process the bottom of her dressing gown parted and I was greeted by the sight of black stockings and a glimpse of full, bare thigh for a few seconds.
I shifted in my chair, my cock was rising and was uncomfortable in my shorts. "Good," she said, "Tony has asked me to send him some photos of myself for him to remember me by."
I responded, "Well, I haven't done a lot of photography, but I'll give it a go."
She smiled and said "Good. Don't worry, it's an auto focus camera so all you need to do is point and shoot," her smile turning to a naughty smile and her eyebrows raising. "And as far as posing is concerned, I've been Tony's model for 30 years. I know what he likes."
With that last statement she slowly removed her dressing gown. I was gobsmacked. She wore a mid thigh red negligee, virtually see through. I could definitely see her tits, supported by a black and red quarter cup bra, leaving her nipples exposed except for the sheer material of the negligee.
