Roger indulges the elderly Princesses
"Good evening Mr Cox" said a familiar cultured voice behind me, and I turned to see the smiling face and outstretched hand of Mrs Margaret Barton.
"How nice to see you again Mrs Barton" I replied, smiling, as I took her hand.
The thought occurred to me as we shook hands, that the delicate fingers I was gently squeezing had stroked and frigged my turgid cock the last time we had met. And the smiling mouth I gazed on had eagerly sucked me off on the same occasion.
Margaret Barton was the newest member to join my Ladies Circle, a group of (mostly) older women who I befriend in a special way. My dual occupations of Fitness Instructor and part-time Church Warden provided me with ample opportunities to meet them and make their acquaintance. A few of the members, like Mrs Barton, had joined the group on the recommendation of a friend, or by word of mouth as it were.
My name is Roger Cox and I am a very fit, sports mad, 34 year old single man, with a strong attraction to mature ladies, especially those with a penchant for younger men. The unique and very discreet service that I provide for members, when they feel the need, is of a sexual nature. Their interest in me may have something to do with the fact that Mother Nature saw fit to endow me well in the reproductive department, if you know what I mean? I tell you this by way of explanation only and without meaning to boast of course.
I had been engrossed that evening in preparing the church hall for a fund raising event and had not heard her come in. My part-time duties for the church, requires me to be willing and able to engage in whatever tasks need doing, hence my reason for being there.
"I was about to take a coffee break, perhaps you might like to join me?" I offered.
"Thank you, that would be nice." Margaret replied.
We made small talk together as I guided her towards the galley kitchen, while wondering about the purpose of her visit to the hall this evening. In the kitchen, I switched on the kettle, got out the mugs and prepared coffee for us. Seeing as we were alone, I wondered if she might mention our last meeting, when we enjoyed a most interesting evening together at her home, but she made no reference to it. .
We both sat down at a table with our mugs of coffee, and she began telling me about her sister Elizabeth, and how she had divorced her husband many years before. She also told me that her sister was a very capable woman who had no need for a man about the house. My interest was aroused however when she mentioned that Elizabeth was coming to visit, and would be staying with her all next week.
"I have told my sister all about you, and she said she would like to meet you. So we wondered if you are free to come and join us for tea on Saturday?"
"I would love to accept, but I'm intrigued to know what you have told her about me" I replied.
At this, Margaret looked embarrassed and mumbled, " I told her you are a very nice young man, and that you know how to treat a woman."
That answered my question, but I wanted some indication of what to expect during my visit on Saturday.
"You mentioned that Elizabeth said she has no need for a man, so how would she feel about meeting me?"
"Her need for a man is quite specific I believe, and is similar to mine, if you know what I mean?" she replied, with eyes downcast and her face blazing.
That told me what I needed to know. "But of course" I murmured.
We sipped our coffees in silence for a while then, looking at her watch, Margaret said "I have to go now, so shall we say 4.00pm on Saturday for tea?"
"Of course, I would love to come, and thank you for the invitation" I said, as we stood, and I escorted her outside to the car park.
"Bye for now, see you on Saturday" she called, as she sat into her car, and drove off.
Saturday was a free day for me so I took my time to prepare for my visit to the Princesses, as they were known when younger. I had learned that their Clergyman father greatly admired the British Royal family, to the extent that he had named his children after the two daughters of the King and Queen of England. Hence their nickname 'The Princesses.'
In preparation for my visit I had purchased a large bouquet of flowers, all done up in a big bow, to present to my hostess. The flowers I chose were a mixture of Spray Carnations, for their bright colours, and Freesia for their delicate scent. On my arrival at Margaret's house, I balanced the flowers carefully on one arm, while reaching to push the doorbell.
Very soon, Margaret threw the door open with a broad smile saying, "Welcome again to my home Mr Cox. Oh, what lovely flowers, they are glorious and so thoughtful of you."
I followed her into the living room, where she took the flowers from me. Then going towards the kitchen, she said "I shall put these in a vase later, for display on the sideboard here." On her return she said, "We have been looking forward to your visit so much, and thank you for being so prompt. Elizabeth will join us shortly, so would you like a sherry before we have tea?"
"Yes please, that would be very nice."
We were sat opposite each other, making small talk and sipping sherry when the room door opened and Elizabeth walked in. I got to my feet as Margaret made the introductions and we shook hands. My first impression of Elizabeth Barton was that she was older then Margaret, perhaps early to mid 60s, but looking much younger. She was tall for a woman, and carried herself with the elegance and poise that comes with good breeding.
Elizabeth had clearly spent some time on her appearance as the visual effect of her dress, her make up and her hair made her look very attractive indeed. "How nice to meet you Mr Cox, my sister has told me all about you, so I asked if she would invite you for tea, and here you are." She spoke with a beautifully modulated English accent, very much in keeping with the image I had in mind of a Princess.
"I will leave you two to get acquainted while I prepare the tea things." Said Margaret as she went off to the kitchen, leaving me alone with her sister.
Elizabeth and I sat opposite each other in comfortable armchairs, when she said, "I'm told that you are quite the star attraction among the local ladies. My sister also seems to think very highly of you, and I can see why that might be, but you are so young?"
"Well my work brings me into contact with a lot of ladies, and I suppose that some of them might like me." I replied modestly.
