I'm Mike, 56, reasonably fit and healthy, 5'10" tall, weighing in at about 180lbs, living in the South west of England with grown up children, but unfortunately recently widowed.
After the shock of my wife dying I have returned to work in a supermarket and the other staff have been supportive but obviously a bit unsure what to say, but after a couple of weeks the talking and banter had returned to the previous levels. Over the next few weeks I noticed that some of the women, who were of a similar age, were paying me a bit more attention. Was it my imagination or were they thinking that as I was widowed I might be available?
I had plenty at home to occupy my mind and time but I did start making a list, in my head, of the women who were giving me more attention and which ones I wouldn't mind just going to bed with, as it was still too early to start a new relationship. The list was short with just 3 names on it Jayne, Sharon and Ann and all within a few years of my age. There had been a couple of others but I soon discovered they were married and were immediately ignored as I didn't want trouble with husbands. I made sure I kept on good terms with these 3 and it soon got to the situation where I decided that I needed female company for sex if nothing else.
However, it was Jayne who made the first move, one day she approached me as we were both leaving work at lunchtime having worked early shift.
"Mike, can I have a word sometime?"
"Of course, now?"
"No, I've got an appointment but how about tomorrow? Neither of us are working so about coffee at my place about 11?"
I agreed, made sure I got her address and phone number just in case I couldn't make it and we went our separate ways.
The following day was warm and sunny so after a particularly long shower and shave, with attention to detail I dressed in shorts and t shirt and drove the short distance to her house. She had told me to park on the drive so I reversed on next to her car. The door opened before I could ring the bell and as I stepped in I noticed she was wearing a tight t shirt and short dress revealing long slender legs. Her long brunette hair was loose over her shoulders.
"Amazing how different people look out of that stupid work uniform, " Jayne said as I followed her into the kitchen.
"Exactly what I was thinking," I replied as I took in her 5'6" tall slim body, weighing about 130 lbs. She asked how I liked my coffee and we sat down to drink it with a slice of home made carrot cake. She was nervous as she crossed and uncrossed her legs with her short skirt riding up her legs each time as we made small talk.
Coffee finished we stood up and faced each other. I stepped forward and kissed her gently on the cheek then on the lips. She made no move so i kissed her again on the lips with a bit more vigour. Her lips parted slightly and as I kissed again they parted and our tongues met briefly. Realising I may have overstepped the mark I stopped and stepped back slightly.
Jayne looked at me, moved closer and kissed me again our lips parting once more and we pulled each other close and I could feel my cock starting to harden against her. My hand moved up her back and I could feel the single clasp on her bra and I slid my hand back round and rested it against her breast and gently touched it. Jayne didn't try to stop me if anything she moved to make it easier. My other hand moved to the same position on her other side and I slowly caressed them before my fingers slowly moved up and softly ran across her hardening nipples as she moaned.