I'd just graduated from university and I was temporarily unemployed. So I didn't turn down the offer of cash in hand from Mr. Williams, the proprietor of our local general store, to spend a few days helping him tidy up and shift stuff back into his store while it was briefly closed after a recent refurbishment. Mr. Williams was a slightly built mild-mannered guy in his early forties and said he would appreciate the help of a big muscular lad like me.
I'd been spending a lot of time in the back yard giving Mr. Williams' wife Hazel a helping hand shifting stuff back into the store. My first day had been a hot sunny day and I'd taken my shirt off and had worked bare chested in my jeans and trainers in the back yard. I quite soon picked up that Hazel had her eye on me. I guess I wasn't surprised. I was aged twenty two, I was fit and muscular from the gym and well tanned with a thinly haired chest.
I was enjoying her thinly disguised interest. I also fancied her. From eighteen onward and through my student days I'd had part time and holiday jobs at Mr. Williams'. I'd had my own eye on Hazel even then. She was a slightly shy and nervous woman, normally anything but a flirt, but there was something erotic about her apparent innocence and vulnerability. She was probably just my side of forty, average pretty with grey eyes and curly brown hair down just above her shoulders with a front fringe.
I was in the store room shifting boxes when I heard Hazel behind me. I turned. She was in a cream coloured short sleeved blouse. Its thin taut cloth bulged over a decent pair of breasts. Down below she was in faded blue jeans tight over her shapely legs and her well rounded bottom. She came up close to me and I saw she had a mischievous smile on her face.
As I stood there looking at her she reached down and unzipped her jeans. They opened far enough to show she was in light grey silky panties with a white lacy hem. She slipped her jeans a little way down her thighs and spread her legs a bit. She stood there for a moment as if letting me take in the sight of her underwear. Then she hooked her thumb over the top hem of her panties and pulled the front down to display the bush of dark pubic hair between her legs. She nudged her hips toward me.
"Touch me!" Hazel said excitedly.
An instant later my hand moved almost involuntarily down between Hazel's spread legs to cup over her pussy mound. I'd felt plenty of girls' cunts before but only single girls. Another man's wife! I still remember the electric shock of sexual excitement as I felt the forbidden fruit of Hazel's slightly moist pubic hair and the soft smooth flesh of her thighs against my hand. My hungry exploring fingers found her vagina slit and slipped between her vagina lips. Then wandering further my fingers found the tops of stockings and slipped a little way down inside them. Hazel gave an excited little whimper and nuzzled her pussy against my palm.
"I know you want me," Hazel said with excitement in her voice. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been looking at me. I've put stockings on for you."
Hazel lifted my tee shirt, sliding her hands smoothly up my sides. She began gently caressing my bare chest with her fingertips, playing with my nipples. Then her hand slowly went down my front, slowly circled and tickled my belly button, then went down to my jeans. She ran her fingertips along the bulge of my jeans over my penis and balls.
"You're up hard for me aren't you?" I certainly was! "Go on! Show me what you've got!"
I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down round my thighs. Underneath I was in light blue cotton briefs. They were quite skimpy, not as brief as Hazel's panties but they showed the outline of my erect cock shaft and head in detail, something I'd found girls liked.
For a moment I let Hazel admire my briefs bulging in a big cone over my erect cock. Her hand went down and she purred as she fondled my penis and balls through the thin cloth. Then I slipped my briefs down below my balls. My penis bounced out fully erect and swung stiffly. My sex kit was nothing to be ashamed of. I was displaying nearly eight inches of hard muscle with its big round purple head fully out, big balls hanging below my cock and a thick bush of dark pubic hair. I thrust my cock forward toward her.
Hazel purred, her hand went down and started to caress my naked cock and balls. She ran her hand right under me between my legs to my arse and I spread my legs in response. She caressed my bottom, running her fingers along my bum crack and reaching under me from behind to tickle my balls. She fingered my straining hard penis, gently stroking my stiff shaft up and down and playing deliciously with its lust and erection sensitised head.
Her hand was firm and confident and I knew immediately that in spite of her shyness and apparent innocence she knew exactly what a guy liked. Needless to say, in response my hand was down inside her panties exploring her soft smooth bum cheeks and the valley between them.
She wrapped her hand loosely round my shaft and started to stroke my penis rhythmically up and down with her hand sliding right up over my cock head. I thrust my cock forward, clenched my buttocks, gripped her bottom and braced myself for sexual pleasure. I assumed she was going to masturbate me to a cum. I certainly wouldn't have minded that! But she only stroked my cock a few times before she suddenly stopped, leaving my straining penis feeling hard enough to snap with my cum starting to rise and me feeling desperate to jerk one.
"Shall we go upstairs to our bedroom?" Hazel said, giving me that mischievous smile again.
I guessed she was right. The dusty, box-filled store room was hardly the place for a sexual liaison. Hazel and Mr. Williams her husband lived in a flat above the store. I was desperate to shoot a load, either from Hazel's hand or into her body and the bedroom sounded like a much better place for a tryst. I pulled up my briefs and jeans and followed Hazel up the stairs with my eyes locked on her jeans-clad legs and bottom. She led me through the bedroom door and I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen with horror. There in their bedroom was her husband Mr. Williams. I hadn't given much thought to where he was and had assumed from Hazel that he was safely out of the way.
In my shock it was a few seconds later that I realised Mr. Williams was almost naked. He was just wearing a tiny thong, deep red, with fishnet lace sides and a narrow strip of smooth cloth at the front only just big enough to cover his penis. His cock was very obviously fully erect. Its head was almost peeping out of the top of his underwear and the thin cloth showed its outline in much more detail than my briefs. His thong was so brief that for a moment I thought he was wearing his wife's panties before I realised it was the kind of sexy male underwear you see in adult shops and catalogues.
Mr. Williams looked at me.
"Get your clothes off lad," He said with a lewd grin. "Then get her knickers off and lets see you have some fun with her."
