Chapter 2: Go With The Flo
Copyright Rem Innes Β© MMI
(If you read the first part, which told of my first sexual encounter with my aunt's housekeeper Flo, who is about 5'5" tall, chubby with huge tits and a big round belly and arse, with large "child-bearing" hips and thighs. She is still reasonably attractive in a lived-in, wrinkly-faced kind of way, with "pepper and salt" greyish to silvery black hair. Although I have now learnt different, at the time I thought she was in her mid to late fifties.)
After my mind blowing encounter with Flo (where I was egged on to fuck her while she was on her knees cleaning a staircase), I walked around for the rest of that day feeling a mixture of numbness and euphoria, you know the "- it couldn't happen to me --- but it did" feeling, and in a state of almost perpetual and painful erection.
The daily routine in the house usually included my aunt and Flo spending a few minutes together discussing plans and schedules, etc., over a cup of tea after she came home from work, usually around 3.30pm., after which Flo went home at around 4 pm.
Just after four there was a knock on my bedroom door. Opening it I was surprised to see Flo furtively standing there. Glancing down at the obvious stiffness clearly outlined in my trousers, she giggled, then whispered, "It's a pity we can't carry on where we left off earlier, but don't you dare play with that yourself. As your aunt's going out aground 7.30 a.m. I'll be in earlier than normal tomorrow at about 8 o'clock to sort this not so little problem out for you." After gently giving my prick a quick squeeze through my trousers, she turned and went down the stairs to go home.
As the evening progressed, the tension of my seemingly permanent erection grew. I became increasingly desperate to relieve the pressure as my mind constantly flashed back to snippets of the smells, feelings, sounds and tastes of our liaison.
Eventually, at around 2 a.m., I could bear it no more, and with a silent "Sorry Flo," I frantically sought release, and after only a dozen or so strokes my prick spewed forth copious quantities of hot spunk. With the pressure removed I immediately drifted off into a heavy, dreamless sleep...
"...up, sleepyhead!. Come on, wake up!" Slowly levering open my sleep-filled eyes I was greeted with the sight of Flo standing by my bed, with a glass of orange juice in her hand.
"Wh...what time is it? I croaked, adding a mumbled "Thanks," as I took the glass from her outstretched hand.
"It's about 8 o'clock, as promised," she replied.
"Ohhh! That's early," I groaned, as the sharp tasting OJ started to shock my system awake.
"I told you I'd be in early to sort out your not so little problem, but I see you've already dealt with it yourself," she said, somewhat disappointedly, but with a matronly air to her.
I must have kicked off the duvet during the night, because I was lying there completely exposed. As the significance of her comment sunk in to my still not fully functioning brain I realized that traces of dried spunk were still spattered over my belly and thighs.
Turning red with embarrassment I tried to apologize, "I'm sorry Flo. I got so excited having flashbacks to our incredible love making session that I just had to relieve the pressure. It was unbearable."
"I told you I wanted to deal with that magnificent weapon, but now..."
"I really am sorry," I cut in. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please don't be upset. Look! It's growing again - just for you!"
"No!," she said, firmly. "You don't get round me that easily. Go and have a shower while I think of suitable retribution. AND DON'T YOU DARE PLAY WITH IT WHILE YOU ARE IN THE SHOWER!"
"Yes... I mean... No, Flo. I won't even wash it quickly."
"Good," she said, adding, "You did say βAnything' didn't you?"
"Yeessss..." I replied, wondering what I was letting myself in for.
"Gooood. Now be a good boy, and go and have that shower."