A story quite different to ones I normally write. A tale of gentle sex featuring older people.
Mary had been busy for almost a month, unpacking her belongings, doing what decorating she was able to manage and settling into her new home. It was now two years since her husband died and she had left her rather large house in the city and downsized, buying a quaint cottage in a picturesque English village. She did have some help, from a man her own age who had offered his services for which Mary was very grateful.
Now had she been, say, half the age she was, the village gossips would have been busy tongue-wagging, as simpletons with nothing better to do would have seen the widow woman as a predator, hunting for a new husband, but as she, and indeed the man, Geoff, had passed their sixtieth birthdays their friendship was hardly mentioned. The gossips where more interested in the blonde housewife who flaunted herself in front of the vicar.
Mary had showed her gratitude by inviting the man over to sit on the patio on warm evenings, having nibbles, she a glass of wine or a gin and tonic and he a glass of strong stout. Like most men who drink strong stout he always found that the first pint created a craving for wanting another pint, and being a long time seasoned drinker of strong British ale his thirst was hardly quenched, which meant he almost automatically cracked open a third bottle. And so it went on. Certainly by the fourth he was completely relaxed and his tongue became a little looser.
Mary, was not at all offended when Geoff, half way through his forth pint and in a state of mild inebriation often drifted away from the subject they were talking about and began to compliment her on how attractive she still was for her age - a backhanded compliment that made Mary laugh out loud.
'You'd never have been any good as a diplomat, Geoff. I'm okay for my age, am I?'
After more beer Geoff did tend to get a little melancholy, reminiscing, as most people of a certain age do. Occasionally he would suddenly fire a really direct question at his new lady friend.
'Do you ever miss having sex, Mary? Was your sex life good with your husband?'
Mary smiled. 'Yes, to both questions, Geoff. I'm not saying it was exciting all the time but we had our moments. He did persuade me to be a bit naughty from time to time. What about you?'
'Pretty much conventional really. Like yours there was the odd time we spiced it up a little. But yes, there are times when I miss having sex, but not much can be done about it now!' He laughed cynically.
'We're not that damned old, yet!' Mary exclaimed. 'We might struggle with the gymnastics and jumping up and down on each other - but pleasure can still be had if one uses a bit of imagination.'
'My goodness Mary, when you say 'we' you make it sound like it's going to happen between us!'
Mary, looked him in the eye. 'It wouldn't be a sin if we did! We don't have to justify ourselves to anyone.'
It had been a long time since Geoff had been sexually aroused in such a direct way by a woman - he'd had to rely purely on his own lewd thoughts generated by the written word or explicit photographs. He didn't mention his arousal to Mary - but she knew!
Almost a week later Geoff offered to pop round and fix a couple of troublesome kitchen drawers and cupboard doors. Mary, who had planned having a lie in that morning was disturbed from her slumbers by a loud knock on the thick old oak cottage door.
'I wasn't expecting you so early!' she sharply told Geoff, who stood with toolbox, looking like a naughty schoolboy.
As he sorted out which tools he needed, Mary put the kettle on to make a pot of tea. She couldn't help but notice how the eyes of her man-friend kept drifting up and down her body, then realised how sheer her nightgown and nightie would look when she stood against the light.
'Bet you wish I was a twenty-something year old sexy housewife!' Mary said, teasingly.
'You mean instead of an over 60yr old sexy widow?' Geoff replied.
Mary laughed loudly. 'I think the word 'sexy' is out of context.'
'Not from where I'm standing,' Geoff said, staring at her breasts.
Mary stood still and let him look. She began to experience feelings she hadn't felt for a very long time. The sight of the growing bulge in his trousers made her heart beat a little faster.
'I don't think my body's worth that much attention,' Mary said when Geoff continued to ogle her.
The man simply carried on staring electrifying the atmosphere with a strong sexual energy.
'You must have looked amazing when you were younger,' Geoff stated.
'That compliment deserves a reward,' laughed Mary.
She sauntered up to Geoff and pulled the cord holding her robe together letting it fall apart.
'You don't get to see the bits that are ageing,' Mary laughed.
'Doesn't matter,' Geoff, said, 'I've got bits that are ageing - I'm not worried about you seeing them,'
Mary stepped very close to him, her hands shaking. Taking a deep breath she reached out, run her hand gently over the bulge then took hold of his zip. Geoff let her unfasten his fly, then gasped as her hand delved inside and felt his cock.
'I hope you don't think I do this with all the boys?'
'I'm just glad you're doing it with me.'
As she released his erect penis and gently began to pull on the foreskin, they kissed.
'Shall we go to the bedroom,' Geoff asked.
