It had been four years since David Little had lost his wife. Now at the age of sixty four he decided it was time he retired. He'd managed to keep working after his wife's death, it had actually helped him to cope, but he wasn't getting any younger and being in the building trade all his life was taking it's toll on his body.
So the time seemed right to hang up his boots while he still had his health. Money wasn't a problem, he had done well enough for himself and had a pretty decent pension to live quite comfortably.
The house held too many memories so David decided on a fresh start. Finding a small bungalow with a large garden on the south coast of Cornwall was just what he wanted. He took it as some kind of omen when everything seemed to fall into place and within three months had moved in to his new home. It was though it was meant to be!
Being physically active all his life he planned on keeping busy. The bungalow itself was in pretty good condition having been modernised in recent years but the garden was unkept and overgrown. This was to be David's new project.
Although David had managed up to now he really disliked housework so he decided to ask around and see if anyone in the village could help him out. Being a small community everyone knew everyone so when he asked in the local shop the problem was as good as sorted.
The very next day David received a phone call from a local woman who cleaned for several other residents in the village. Her name was Jasmine, she sounded warm and friendly on the phone and said she would pop round later that day...
It was four thirty when David answered the knock at the door, "Mr Little?" A very attractive young woman asked.
"Yes, hello you must be Jasmine, please come in," David said stepping aside to let her in.
Despite his name David was a big man, standing six feet four he towered above Jasmine, "Come through and take a seat," he said leading the way to the living room.
Sitting down opposite each other it was impossible for David not to notice the shapely form of the young woman. Dressed in blue denim jeans and a black t-shirt she had curves in all the right places.
"So nice to meet you, I heard we had a newbie in the village, how are you settling in?" Jasmine asked with a smile.
Her eyes where black which matched her long dark hair that was tied up behind her head.
"Fine thank you, everyone seems very friendly, not that I've met many people yet. I take it you live in the village?" David enquired.
"Yeah I live up the other end, have done all my life. Born and bred as they say," Jasmine said.
"You live with your parents?" David asked.
"Not any more, I'm afraid they're no longer with us," Jasmine explained looking a little sad.
"Oh I am sorry, I didn't mean to pry," David apologised.
"No it's okay, it's been a few years now. So yeah I inherited the house. Do you live alone Mr Little?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes all alone now. I lost my wife a few years ago, that's the reason I'm here, fresh start," David explained.
"Sorry to hear that, not easy is it... Anyway I'm sure you'll be fine here, as you say the natives are friendly, well most of them anyway," Jasmine said laughing.
David found himself feeling very at ease with this young woman and was in no doubt that they would get on well.
"Yes well there's always one or two isn't there," David said with a smile, "Perhaps I could show you around and we can discuss what I want doing." David said.
"Yes of course," Jasmine agreed.
After showing her around they came to an agreement that Jasmine would do two hours twice a week initially and see how it worked out. A Tuesday and Friday starting at one o'clock fitted in with Jasmine's schedule and today being Thursday meant she would start tomorrow.
It all worked out well and after a couple of weeks they both agreed that no adjustment was needed to the hours Jasmine worked. She managed to do everything that was needed comfortably and a routine was quickly established that she would make David and herself a cup of tea before she left.
It was a Tuesday when something happened that looking back was probably the start of what was to come. David was having a pee when he suddenly felt he was being watched. Looking up he saw Jasmine staring at his penis.
Living alone David had got into the habit of leaving the door open and it wasn't until now that he realised that he couldn't do that any more. The door being out of reach while he was in mid-stream meant he couldn't do much about it but he was surprised that Jasmine didn't look away immediately.
It was probably only a couple of seconds before Jasmine averted her eyes but it was two seconds that made the difference, "Oh sorry," Jasmine said before looking away.
The truth was David had nothing to be shy about. Although it didn't necessarily follow that a large man would be large all over in David's case it was. Perhaps that is what had held Jasmine's interest for longer than was normal.
"My fault, should have closed the door," David said.
No more was said about it but it stirred memories in David's mind. He thought back to when he was a young man, well before his marriage, to when he was rather popular with the girls. He'd certainly sowed his wild oats
It had become obvious that he had a reputation back then from the odd comment that was made when a new girlfriend first caught sight of his attribute, "So it is true then!" he heard more than once.
It wasn't just the length of David's penis, about nine inches, it was the girth that was much bigger than average. Another aspect was that even when flaccid it still looked large which is no doubt what had made Jasmine stare.
The following Friday David happened to look in through the kitchen window as he was passing and stopped in his tracks. Jasmine was kneeling down on the floor loading the washing machine and had hold of a pair of his black y-fronts.
Not noticing she was being observed she turned them inside out and locating the y, held them to her nose. With an obvious look of satisfaction on her face she pushed them into the machine and rummaging around pulled another pair from the laundry basket and did the same.
