This story is the continuation of Retired 05. You can read it in isolation, but it is better if you know the circumstances behind it by reading the earlier submissions. I have had a lot of feedback, for which I am grateful. Many people have suggested that the events must be the retelling of fact. I wish they were in a way, but all of the events are from my imagination. Of course, I know what happens when two people connect in the heat of passion, so that is based on real experiences, but the scenarios are most definitely not. Anyway, thanks to all of you who have read and appreciated my tales of a debauched pensioner. On with number six.
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There had been a weekend, followed by Jay's college day, so my libido was quite high by Tuesday. I was in the kitchen when everyone turned up for work. Barry and Kevin were their usual selves, laughing and joking, mostly at Jay's expense. Jay gave me a secretive smile from behind them and I openly smiled back. The older two didn't seem to notice this exchange and carried on their banter whilst I made tea. There followed a short discussion about the plans for the day whilst they drank and it was time to start work. I had dressed in a pair of thick cotton pyjamas and a towelling robe after I got up. Barry and Kevin were looking at a drawing laid out on the kitchen table and had their backs to me when I announced that I was going up to shower. Neither turned, but mumbled an OK as they continued their study. Jay was facing me. On impulse, I slipped my hand up to my robe and slowly, but deliberately exposed my right breast to him. His smile widened along with his eyes as he studied the creamy skin and full areolae topped with an erect nipple.
I think his tongue was about to drop out of his mouth when I quickly covered up, turned and walked out of the room. I knew that Jay was scheduled to be working in the basement that morning, so I dug out some jeans and a tee shirt planning to go down there and sort through some old boxes that I had been meaning to do for a while. I left the clothes on the bed while I went into the shower room, leaving the door open. I took my time in the shower as usual, making sure that I was thoroughly clean and stepped out. As I grabbed a towel from the heated rail, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I quickly covered up and moved to the door to see who it was. It was Jay. 'Err, sorry Jacq', he said, 'I thought I had left my knee pads up here somewhere'.
'No you didn't', I smiled, 'You were hoping to catch me in the shower, and you did'.
Jay turned bright red. 'Don't worry, I am pleased that you wanted to see me that badly, I notice it has had the desired effect'. The bulge in the front of Jay's trousers was really quite noticeable and I would swear it grew instantly as I confirmed that he was welcome to see. I looked directly into his eyes and allowed the towel to fall down my body, retaining the corner with my right hand. I stood for a moment motionless letting Jay study my nakedness fully before resuming drying my skin, carefully running the towel over every inch. I slid it over and around my tingling breasts, running it under them, lifting them slightly. Jay stared on intently.
Maintaining eye contact, I slipped the towel between my legs, and then ran it down each of them, rubbing a little more vigorously and allowing my breasts to jiggle with the sharp movements. Once I was sure that the larger water droplets had been soaked up, I reached for a bottle of moisturiser and walked fully into the bedroom. I spread the towel on the bed, sat down and proceeded to moisturise my body, starting with my arms, but quickly moving to my exposed breasts and using a very generous amount of cream. Jay stood transfixed and I continued to rub and caress my breasts whilst continuing to look directly into his eyes.
Next, I slipped my legs apart and worked my way over my stomach with the lotion. My pussy, fully exposed for Jay's inspection, was very obviously aroused. It had opened up exposing the inner folds and glistening with my sex juice. Jay reached down and rearranged his cock which was now straining for release in the front of his trousers. I applied a liberal amount of lotion to the inside of both of my thighs, bringing my hands up towards my pussy and allowing my fingers to gently slip over it, parting it as I did so.
My heart was beating heavily, threatening to burst through my chest as I began to enjoy the pleasure I was giving myself physically and mentally. My young companion was still staring down at my pussy. I was about to indulge in some dirty talking when a shout came up the stairs. It was Barry. 'Jay, where the hell are you? We are waiting for you down here.'
'Sorry Barry', answered Jay, 'I was looking for my knee pads'
'You won't find them up there you twat, they are down here, where you left them'.
Jay turned and gave me a guilty looking smile. 'Oops' he said softly, before walking away and down the stairs. I smiled inwardly; the poor boy must be struggling to rid himself of his arousal before the others notice. Apparently, it can be done by imagining changing a tyre at the side of the motorway. I wasn't about to suppress my own arousal though and laid back on the bed, enjoying being naked and allowed my fingers to wander between my legs.
I started by softly running over the outer lips of my vagina, now puffy and sensitive to the touch. Further in and the inner lips were equally receptive to the ministrations of my fingers, wet as they were from a combination of moisturiser, shower dampness and the slick lubricating liquid of my inner walls. Atop all of this, the hood of my clitoris had retracted, allowing the hardened bud to protrude ready to receive sexual stimulation and trigger my orgasm. That could wait, I thought. Without speeding up my movements, I slid one finger into my pussy; I could feel the walls of soft inner pressing against it, but willing to part to accept sexual union. My finger met with no resistance as I allowed it to slide further in, until it was fully inserted into my now quivering sex.
I carefully extracted it and raised my hand to my face. I could smell the heady scent of sexual arousal, a musky, exciting smell which foretold the expectation of pleasured flesh. I tasted it with the tip of my tongue, before inserting it fully into my mouth and allowing my tongue to gather the thick, slippery juice and guide it to my taste buds. I am sure that a wine connoisseur would be able to describe the various notes contained within it, but to me it spoke of one thing. It meant sexual arousal and the signal to allow my inner slut to surface for a few hedonistic minutes.
I returned my hand to my inner thigh, drawing it up to my excited vulva, before inserting fist a single finger, followed by two more. I started to thrust them into myself, occasionally using my thumb to press against my clitoris which by this time was very exposed and hard. I explored the linings of my pussy walls, finding the soft patch of my G-spot. I increased the frequency of my finger fucking and it was not long before I felt the first fizz of the oncoming orgasm begin to rise.
I bucked and lifted my buttocks from the bed, willing my fingers to probe deeper into what I was now think of as my cunt. I let out a low moan, thrusting, moaning, bucking until my sexual gratification overcame me. I felt my cunt contract against my fingers and fought to thrust them deep inside myself. Wave after wave of orgasmic spasm washed over me as I came, wetness welling up inside of me until the pressure became too much. They sprayed out of me like a scent marking tom cat, covering the towel and bedding, as well as my inner thighs with the musky smelling cunt juices. I had squirted hard, matching the intensity of my orgasm.
I lay still for a few moments before attempting to move. Every nerve in my body seemed exceptionally receptive to any stimulus, heightening the pleasure of life itself. Eventually, I pulled myself up and set about cleaning up. I stripped the bed covers, placed them and the towel in the linen basket and put fresh bedding on. Once finished, I dressed in jeans and tee shirt only and went downstairs.
I arrived in the kitchen and heard Barry calling down to Jay and Kevin who were in the basement. Barry was in the dining room wrestling with cables like a latter day snake charmer. I put off my trip to the basement because Jay wasn't alone and there was dust all over the kitchen surfaces. I decided that, although it was a task I would need to repeat, the kitchen needed a good scrub to keep it habitable. I had vacuumed and swept and had become absorbed in the task of scrubbing the surfaces with hot water and a cloth when I became aware of a presence. Thinking it was Jay, I allowed my arm to scrub a little harder and my tits to wiggle about more under my tee shirt. My nipples hardened at the thought of being watched. I moved slightly further along the surface I was cleaning and looked up. It wasn't Jay, but Kevin I had caught red handed perving at my tits.
'Oh, Kevin you nearly made me jump.'
'Sorry, I didn't mean to, but I didn't want to disturb you either. You looked so content in your work'
It occurred to me to say something along the lines of "you were watching my tits move about", when Kevin, quite unexpectedly said. 'You probably hear this often, but you are a fine looking woman for your age and your body is to die for".
I was taken aback for a moment and wasn't sure how to respond. Instead of speaking, I just stood upright and smiled at him. 'Your smile also lights up the room as well if I may say so'.
Kevin turned red, despite all his bravado and banter with Barry, he was obviously not used to complimenting a woman's appearance in private. I rested my hands on the edge of the worktop and leant back, I knew this would emphasise my breasts. I must have worked because Kevin's eyes went straight to them. Many women complain about how men talk to their breasts instead of their faces, but I quite like men looking. I suppose a shrink would say it was some basic insecurity in me or something similar, but the fact remained that I liked it. It often resulted in me becoming aroused and when I was, my nipples would start to poke out. They were poking out now; the thin material of my tee shirt would never be able to conceal them.
'Thank you Kevin, it is always nice to receive a compliment and also to be admired'. Kevin stood for a moment considering his response. 'Your husband is a lucky man, coming home to you each day. I would always get home early if I had you waiting for me'. His face took on an even deeper shade of red.
