You may have read my account about Mary Potter in my story; Mary Potter's final swing. For a while it really me that she had gagged doing something she enjoyed so much. But I wanted to continue cleaning windows in Burlesque road where she lived, after all it was my living and I had a good round.
But of course there was a very rewarding sideline too which, ironically, culminated indirectly with Mary's demise.
But her good friend and neighbour called Jane Johnson who lived a few houses down the road, stopped me saying that now I had a vacancy, because I would not be cleaning poor Mary's windows again, could I do her windows in future.
I liked her approach and her smile which was very friendly and, being the randy sod I had become, keeping Mary in good spirits. It was like I had taken on, quite unwittingly, a desire for older and mature women who knew what it was all about, but were lonely and widowed and missing, as Mary put it, the warmth and pleasure of a lovely man.
Okay I was never one for being concerned about the welfare of others, certainly not elderly or mature women who generally just did not inspire me. In fact cleaning windows brought a number of shall we say, prospective advances but until Mary, I was not inclined to go there.
But then Mary happened and I was a goner, It was just something about her and she certainly made hay while the sun shines. She had the ability to bring out the deepest carnal fantasies I knew and some I didn't.
She was a beautiful lover and that is putting it mildly, very mildly and the time she gagged with my plentiful shaft deep inside her throat, with me handcuffed and all, we were both engaged in a deep sensuous frenzy that was out of this world and that is how she left this earth, with a mouthful of my stiff cock lodged in her throat, because she would not let go, her teeth firmly locked around my girth.
No I have no guilty feelings any more. Mary was happy and I was told that because of her sexual inclination it was easy for her to go that way. That she could have released me if she had wanted so now I am open for a new relationship and Jane, so slim and looking at her from the rear she looked like a twenty year old, but even when she turned and I saw the face of a woman maybe ion her sixties. I guess it was the tight skirt which did it for me; with the creases across the lap. I don't know why but that always does it for me. Jane looked so cool and I was thinking like I did with Mary, that there was an awful lout of pent in passion in those blue deep eyes and the flushing of the cheeks when I accepted her offer for coffee.
We got talking of course. Mary came up and it was as if she knew about my affair with her. Of course she did, it had been all over the local newspapers. But fortunately the reporter was kind to me and treated me like I was some sort of Godsend to lonely old ladies.
"I think you made Mary a very happy woman in her last days, I sometimes saw her when shopping but not to talk to. But I did notice the difference in her expression of late. A happy smile replaced the former look of sadness
"Well you look happy Jane" I said sipping coffee and dipping my chocolate digestive.
"Only because you are here, you should see me when I am alone, stuck in front of the box, dreaming of those wonderful times gone by when Harry was with me, We were hitched for 20 years and he was forever a gentleman, and A very good lover I might add!"
"You miss him I guess" I muttered between bites of my biscuit, looking down at the way she sat on her chair opposite. There was plenty of scope there and she knew it, the way she was allowing her black taffeta skirt to ride up the well formed thighs. He coffee coloured stockings did everything for her, and for my libido too. I was already beginning to feel the familiar movement in my jeans, imagining what it would be like with Jane.
I had a feeling I would soon find out because quite boldly she parted her thighs enough to allow me a glimpse of red silk between which was absolutely gorgeous and very appealing. Going through my head the first time I got between Mary's thighs and tasted her over her panties. That soon led to all that was passion and lust with Mary and something we both thoroughly enjoyed for about six months until her demise.
He fuck was always awesome and wonderful, she gave me of her best every time and we shared many an hour locked together, because she liked that, she liked me to hold myself inside her and we would both simply chill and enjoy the feel of each other inside. It was heaven sure enough.
Now was I heading for a second heaven?
"Do you read much Ryan"
"Not much, I prefer to watch movies."
"Really what do you like, action thrillers, sci-fi romance, porno?"
"Most of those but the last I would rather do than watch" that would give her an opening I thought. Like the opening between her thighs which was becoming wider, now I could see she had hold up stockings and I could see the whiteness of her thighs between stocking tops and panties, which was always an arouser.
"I have read 'Fifty Shades of Grey' twice she said with an alluring expression.
"Yes I have heard about that" I returned, "It is a best seller I believe and very, very erotic?"
"Very" she grinned, "They are making a film of it soon which you may like, Ryan.
"I told you, I like to do and not watch" I said boldly, ready for what she had to offer, her skirt rolling higher and higher up those swelling thighs. If that wasn't an invitation I don't know what is!"
"It is not exactly what one may call a porno film, draftee," she laughed, but it is erotic and there is a difference.
I finished my coffee and tasted a hint of something stronger. I am sure she put something into it.
