This move was a big step for me. After being married for thirty years I finally had my kids raised and was left without a life, neither; personal, professional nor sexual as we'd been living apart in the same house for two years. I finally made the decision to leave and make my own way again. Needless to say, much was my own fault as I tolerated the neglect and did so from personal fears and the loathing to be on my own with two kids, but none the less, as I approached my thirty year anniversary I kept asking myself, "Do you want another thirty years like this?" and the answer came back every time as "fuck no!".
So, I pushed the last of the boxes towards the door of my new apartment with my foot and tried not to drop my armload of hang-up clothes from my closet as a deep voice said from behind me, "Here, let me help you with that." The soft lilting of the man's voice caused a trickling sensation, like tiny crystals of ice racing down my spine. I shivered, as I turned to see a tanned, tall and incredibly handsome "Santa Claus", natural white hair and beard, reaching for my much too large bundle of clothes.
His lips full and his smile wide, he greeted me warmly. "Hello, my name is Max and I live across the way." Green eyes, crinkled at the corners, held mine for a moment as he relieved me of my load. "I do the "Santa" routine every year for the hospitals and the social services department." he replied, noticing me noticing his costume.
"Hel... lo, I'm Leigha." I stammered, letting him help me and unable to stop the blush of my excitement as his arm brushed across my breasts. My nipples instantly responded to the contact and their erectness was also visible and noticed. His lovely neatly trimmed right eyebrow rose.
"Sorry," he said smiling again that beatific smile that belied his apology, "didn't mean to be so familiar." Now, my nips were hard as rocks and tingling so badly I could hardly stand my bra to touch them. I tried fiercely to ignore the sensation, so long forgotten, so desperately desired.
"No problem and thanks." I reached for the door turning away from him so he couldn't see the flush of color I that was spreading across my face again but I'm sure he knew it just the same. We made our way through the door and I bent down to grab the boxes knowing full well his view of my ass was quite unobstructed. I swear I heard a slight chuckle but maybe it was only wishful thinking.
For a fiftyish woman I'm holding up fairly well. Though rounder of course than when I was in my twenties my figure is proportionate and still catches appreciative smiles from men even much younger than myself. The hips a little wider and the breasts not as perky, since I'm a DD and have been since high school perky was probably only an illusion anyway, full figured would be more accurate, I suppose, but still I always felt attractive and that is half the battle right there. My shoulder length ash blonde hair, thick and curly as it was, was graying but I never let it go gray, a blonde to the end! That's my motto.
"Um... where do you want these?" Santa Max asked, looking around the apartment towards the little hallway. His apartment had to be the same as mine so he knew where the bedroom was. "In on the bed, please." I replied following him as he headed through my bedroom door. "Sorry, for the mess."
"No problem," he copied my earlier reply. "Moving is messy business." He placed my clothes gently across the bed and looked over my four-poster with a smile barely gracing his lips. "Nice bed."
"Thanks. It's an antique." as many of my things were. I was fond of well made antique furniture.
He grabbed the post closest to him and gave it a small shake. The bed made only the very tiniest of creaks. "Good shape, well made," he turned and looked me square in the eyes grinning; "you'll get a lot of good use out of a four-poster."
I blushed again and moved towards the door. This blushing thing was going to have to stop! I have never been a "blusher" before, what was going on?
"Hummm, yes, thanks so much for your help." I muttered.
"My pleasure," He said, following me into the living room. "anything else to carry in?"
"No, thanks, that's all." I walked to the door. This meeting had to end. I was so aroused and intimidated by my reaction to this man that I couldn't form a cognizant thought.
He took my small hand in his large one and then placed his other hand on top. The warmth was amazing. His hands were strong and yet gentle, my thoughts running rampant about how they would feel on my body, caressing me. In just a brief moment I noticed his nails, clean and very neatly trimmed short, smooth skinned for a man his obvious age and large long fingers. I felt my pussy squeeze at that thought. I lowered my gaze from his so he wouldn't see the passion flaring up in my eyes.
He cleared his throat and let my hand go. This time when I looked up to him he looked away. "Well, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to knock on my door." Smiling he turned and walked to his own place. His stride was confident and powerful and I fled back into my apartment after replying a barely audible, "Thank you, I will".
Closing the door behind me I leaned up against it and cupped my pussy with both hands, trying to make the contractions cease. "Fuck it!" I said aloud and went to my new bedroom.
Luckily my bed was big enough to accommodate me and my pile of clothes as I stripped off the ones I had on and laid across it on my side. Squeezing hard on my already hard nipples sent shivers clear down my body and my pussy plunged into a contraction. Moaning, my free hand sought out my clit, pushing thought the slim neatly trimmed hair and welcoming lips I dipped into my wetness rubbing my clit in circles until I could barely stand it. Every time I squeezed my nipples hard another wave of pleasure race to my crotch, making me moan again and again.
My love juices flowing now, dripping down my thigh I plunged my fingers through my tiny labia and into my flexing cunt. Pulling more juices out with each dip I flicked my, now hard and swollen, clit with my fingertip. Arching, my orgasm rushed over me like a wave of warm water sending my body the release I longed for. My cum flowed from me in a gush and I massaged my pussy and all her glorious juices relishing the feel of my wetness as my body calmed and relaxed. "Mmmmm..." I sighed softly.
