When my dear wife died leaving me a single man again aged sixty my sex life reverted to what it had been for years before I met her, to porn and masturbation. The only difference was that much of my porn consisted of my collection of erotic pictures I'd taken of my wife since our twenties. They showed her nude or in underwear in poses as hot as any porn and I masturbated remembering the feel of her naked body against mine instead of like a virgin boy imagining a woman.
Being lazy, I also took on a cleaning lady, Petra, from an agency. I run my own business but I'm semi-retired so Petra visits on the days when I'm at home. She's about fifty, a sociable brunette who's kept her looks, with neat hair down to just below her ears. I'd somehow picked up that there had been a man in her life but that he wasn't there now.
As you might expect I fancied Petra. Her body-clinging thin blue button up the front agency uniform ending just at her knees made it obvious from the start she'd also kept a good figure with sensuous curves, big breasts and shapely legs. As she cleaned and dusted round my house my eyes would constantly follow her. I'd be looking for the outline of her knickers as her uniform tightened over her bottom, and for any gap between the buttons for a glimpse of her bra. Almost every time she came I would get an upskirt peep of her knickers, sometimes through tights, but in warmer months at the top of bare legs when she squatted down to dust or pick something up.
I would usually take a Viagra just before Petra arrived so that when she left I'd have an iron-hard erection to masturbate with the memory of her big breasts and her knickers fresh in my mind as I thought of what I'd like to do with her. At night as I lay naked on my bed ogling nude pictures of my wife with my hungry penis hard in my hand, until Petra it had been my wife I fantasised over and my hand round my straining cock had been my wife's lips or vagina. But more and more it would be Petra performing enthusiastically and very erotically for me in my masturbation fantasies.
Petra and I flirted playfully with each other but I'd thought that Petra would only ever be an old wanker's dream, until on that unforgettable day it happened.
I was feeling particularly randy one day when Petra visited. Somehow that day her uniform seemed to cling even more closely to the sensuous outline of her body. Squatting down to clean the floor she'd seemingly accidentally swung her bare legs wide to treat me to a full frontal upskirt view of cream coloured panties. The thin gusset strip between her spread legs was nestling in her vagina slit so her dark cunt hair showed on either side of the thin strip of cloth. Her face had told me instantly that she'd realised I'd seen her knickers, but she didn't say anything.
A few minutes later I happened to glance into my bedroom while Petra was doing some dusting. She was bending over my bedside cabinet with her back toward me. Her uniform skirt was pulled up her bare thighs and tight over her bottom, and her bum cheeks were bobbing seductively. After that upskirt glimpse of her knickers and cunt hair my Viagra-fuelled erect penis felt taut enough to snap. The sight of her bottom was so tempting I just couldn't resist.
She didn't hear me enter the bedroom and come up behind her. I reached down to fondle her bottom through the thin cloth of her uniform and run my fingertips slowly along the valley between her buttocks. In that moment I gave no thought to what Petra's reaction would be. All I wanted was her body.
I might have expected her to slap my face and walk out. Instead she stayed bending and nudged her bottom up toward me a little bit further. She spread her legs as wide as the skirt of her uniform would allow, pulling it higher up her thighs. Then she looked at me over her shoulder, gave me a mischievous grin and wiggled her bottom.
The message was unmistakable. A moment later I'd lifted the skirt of her uniform high up above her knickers. I saw naked spread thighs with just a thin thong gusset nestling deep between her smooth round bum cheeks. Over the past months of lonely solo masturbation I'd seen my wife's and innumerable other women's bottoms nude or in sexy knickers in porn and my pictures of my wife. But right then I'd all but forgotten how erotic a real life naked woman's bottom and spread thighs looked. I felt as if an electric shock had hit me.
"Touch me!" Petra gasped excitedly, wiggling her bottom.
My fingers were instantly in Petra's bum crack on her thin cream coloured thong gusset. While my one hand enjoyed her soft smooth buttocks and thighs, my other hand explored its way down her knickers gusset and between her spread legs from behind. My hand brushed the insides of her naked thighs, then cupped over the bulge of her mound through the thin cotton of her knickers. Petra gasped and trembled when my fingers found and stroked her love slit through the thin cloth. Where the cotton was taut over her mound the cloth was moist to my touch with her arousal juice.
As my hands enjoyed Petra's body I realised I'd also forgotten how sensuously soft and smooth a woman's naked flesh was. It had been more than a year since I'd had my hand between a woman's legs. My penis strained and as I played with her Petra gasped, squirmed and nuzzled her pussy against my exploring hand. She was obviously enjoying sexual pleasure too.
Then as I was fondling her Petra stood and turned to face me. My hand remained under her uniform and as she turned it slid across her thigh till my hand was cupped over her knickers bulging over her pussy from in front. I just had to slip my hand down inside her knickers. My hand found a thick bush of moist coarse cunt hair and I cupped my palm over her mound. Petra grinned at me.
"You liked if when you saw my knickers didn't you? Would you like me to do some work for you that doesn't need clothes?"
I got the message. Wanting to savour everything her body could give me I briefly ran my hands over her through her uniform. I enjoyed the bulges of her big breasts and the curves of her bottom before I began to undress her. I unbuttoned her uniform starting at the top. I was frantic to get at her naked body. Petra laughed good naturedly as I fumbled with the buttons. After months of celibacy I was like an excited boy frantically undressing his first ever girl.
