This is just a shortish vignette on a gentle experience I had just over a year ago, it was something a bit different, but although some people may feel uncomfortable, I enjoyed it, as did the man who shared it with me, even if he wasn’t entirely honest about himself.
At work late one Friday afternoon I received a call from my mother, she is a senior partner in a private GP surgery just outside town, she specialises in obstetrics and gynaecology and has quite a large panel of patients.
“Hello Miche, are you busy?”
“No, not particularly mum, I’m just finishing up for the weekend.”
“I’m going to be late leaving the surgery tonight, I have quite a few patients to see this evening.”
“Not great for you on a Friday mum.”
“I know, but I wonder if you’d mind doing a favour for me?”
“Of course I will, what do you want me to do?”
“It’s nothing too much, it’s just that I normally drop some magazines round to an old chap on Friday evening, he likes the glossy mags, it helps him keep up with things.”
“Alright, I can do that for you.”
“You are a treasure, if you drop around to the surgery on your way home, you can pick them up, and if you could take them over to him, his name is Joe, he’s in his mid 70’s, but you’ll like him, he’s a dear old fellow.”
“No problem, I’ll be there around 5:00 pm.”
I finished my work, packed my bag, and left, saying good night to Mary my receptionist, who was getting ready to lock up on my departure.
Calling in to the surgery, I met up with mother, who gave me the bundle of magazines, there were some ladies glossies, Elle, Cosmo and the like, together with the latest copy of National Geographic, she gave me the address, and I went on my way, as I left mum said.
“Don’t worry if he’s a bit quiet, he’s a quite shy, but he’ll be fine once he gets to know you, and as we do look a lot alike it will be a help for him to adjust, I’ll call him and let him know you’re coming.”
It wasn’t far out of my route home, so didn’t take long to get there, it was an old semi detached house, in a quiet street, neatly kept and maintained, I thought it was a nice house.
I knocked on his door, and after a few moments it opened, Joe was expecting me, but looked surprised to see how much I looked like mother, he politely invited me in, we walked through his hall to his front room, the house smelled clean and fresh, from lavender and polish.
“My mum called, I’ve brought your magazines for you, she’s quite busy at her surgery tonight.”
“That’s very kind of you my dear, please sit down, I’m just about to make a pot of tea, would you like to stay for one?”
Feeling that he didn’t get that much company I thought it rude to decline, so I sat down in one of the comfortable armchairs and said.
“Yes please, that’s very kind of you.”
“I’ll be just a moment, the kettle’s almost boiled I had just put it on when you knocked.”
He walked slowly to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a tray, carrying a teapot, two cups on saucers, a sugar bowl, teaspoons and small milk jug.
Setting it down on the coffee table, he poured out two cups, and asked.
“Milk and sugar?”
“Just milk please.”
Handing me the cup and saucer, he smiled at me, I saw that the tea was a nice strong colour, and taking a sip, it was a lovely rich flavour.
I settled back in the armchair, he spoke quietly.
“My, my, your mother wasn’t joking when she said you took after her.”
“Yes I do, it surprises almost everyone, particularly if we’re out together.”
We talked for a while, he had a way of keeping my interest, as mum had said he was a dear old fellow, warm blue eyes, curly grey hair, ruddy complexion, about 5’9″, he seemed tall to me, but then I’m only 5’2″ so almost everyone does, he was slim, clean shaven, neat and scrupulously clean, his wife, Violet, had died several years previously, and from how he spoke of her, clearly he missed her a lot.
He told me that he could manage quite well on his own, there were cleaners who came in two times a week to do the heavy work, vacuuming, polishing and the like, his daughter had arranged for daily deliveries of hot food so that he didn’t need to cook too often, but he did his own washing up, and his laundry.
His daughter and son in law visited him at weekends, when she did his ironing, and he relished the time he spent with the two grandchildren, both boys, who brought some fun into his life.
I was wearing plain business clothes, black shoes, knee length grey skirt and a blazer, white blouse, plain white underwear, with a full petticoat, and tan holdup stockings, I noticed that although he was elderly, he frequently looked at my legs, and the trim on the hem of my petticoat as it peeped out from my skirt, old he may have been, but there was still a flicker of adventure to him.
I finished my tea, and checking my watch I thought it was about time to go, I was tired and needed a wash and change into something comfortable Beşevler Escort to relax for the evening.
“Thank you for the tea Joe, I must be off, it was lovely meeting you, I enjoyed our conversation.”
“Let me see you to the door.”
I stood up, and he watched me as I moved to the door, admiring my figure.
“Goodness, you really do look like your mother.”
“Well, goodbye then, enjoy your magazines.”
“Thank you, will you come and deliver them again?”
“It depends on how busy mother is, but I will if she needs me to, and if you don’t mind.”
“I’d really like that, so I hope I’ll see you again soon.”
As I turned to leave through the door, he squeezed my hand, and smiled broadly at me, watching me as I left and got into my car before driving away.
On Saturday I went to my parents house for the weekend as usual, Duncan my brother, Sophia my sister in law, and my two nieces were there, and we had plenty of fun, the women playing rounders, while dad and Duncan talked business by the pool, you’d think that they would have had enough of that spending so much time together at the partnership.
We spent the evening around the dinner table, talking and watching as Maria, and Jessica the two little blonde girls, slowly grew tired and sleepy, their little heads drooping onto my sister in laws shoulders, before she gathered them up in her arms and took them up to bed.
The following day we all relaxed together, I took the girls into the pool, where we swam, and splashed, both of them shrieking in delight, as I played a shark, sneaking up behind them, and lifting them up out of the water, Sophia joined us and we spent most of the afternoon there.
We all had dinner, then the men retired to the library where they drank brandy and talked even more business, while mum, Sophia and I quietly sat in the lounge, talking about, clothes, fashion, men, and sex, until it was time for bed, we were all going to work from there the following day.
Catching up with me on the stairs, looking back to make sure we were alone, she spoke quietly.
“Thanks for taking the magazines around to Joe on Friday.”
“It was a pleasure mum, you were right, he’s a lovely old boy.”
“What did you do to him though, he phoned me yesterday morning to ask if you could bring them again this week.”
“I don’t mind mum, he’s interesting to talk to, it’s nice to hear his memories, so if you want me to, I’ll gladly do that for you.”
“It would be useful for a while, I’m going to be busy, several of my patients are approaching their confinement dates, I’m surrounded by big swollen bellies at the moment, so I need the time to give them the attention they need, and he does seem to like you.”
“He’s a still a bit of a boy though mum, he really liked looking at my legs.”
“We’ll, men are men, they’re all the same, that drive never leaves them right up to the day they die, I’ve been fondled by some of them in their last hours.”
“How do you handle that?”
“I let them, it’s not going to hurt me, and if they get a little comfort from that, then it’s no harm, most of the time I actually find it quite nice, but I just make sure that nobody sees.”
“Does dad know?”
“There’s a lot of things your dad doesn’t know, you’re fully aware of that Miche, and there’s no need at all for him to know about any of that sort of thing.”
Although my father was utterly devoted to mum, and she loved him dearly, she still had a secret wild side to her, and had shared some of that with me, and I wasn’t too surprised, we kept several deep luscious secrets, and so we exchanged knowing smiles.
“I understand, if it’s all right with you, I’ll call in around the same time on Friday then, goodnight mum.”
“Night night my lovely girl, sleep tight.”
With that we went to our beds, and we all slept well.
The next Friday I picked up the magazines and went to Joe’s house, arriving a little earlier than the first time, again he invited me in, and made us tea, we talked for quite a long time, he told me about his life, he’d been in the Army, where he trained as a linesman, joining the GPO when he left, eventually qualifying as a telecommunications engineer.
Violet had been a registered nurse, and a good friend of my mother when she was a junior doctor after medical school, which was how he came to be known to my mother, they had gone to my mothers wedding, and Violet had attended the birth of my brother, further strengthening the friendship between her and mum.
He asked about me, how old I was and what I had done in life so far.
“I’m 22 next month, I finished university with a first class degree in law, now I run the business my father set up for me.”
“Where are your offices?”
“I have the top floor at Ellenton House, just by the crossroads.”
“Oh yes, ‘The Towers,’ your father owns that office block doesn’t he?”
“Yes, amongst other things.”
“Lucky girl.”
I shrugged, and didn’t Escort Beşevler make a comment.
“Do you have a boyfriend, or fiancé?”
“No, I stick to casual relationships, I don’t want to be tied down just yet.”
“I suppose you get pestered by the male equivalent of gold diggers and chancers?”
“Not too much, they tend to be easy to spot.”
“So, you’re not easily fooled then?”
“It depends, I don’t really bother with the younger men, in honesty, I prefer the older more mature type, I admit I do set out to seduce them, and sexually, I know what I want, and once I make my mind up, then I go and get it,”
“That’s interesting, but it’s good that you’re exploring life, and enjoying your freedom.”
“Yes, I’m not prepared to make any personal commitments at the moment, but I’m focusing on making my business successful, I graduated in law, I had a first with honours, and my dad wants me to apply to chambers for a position, and perhaps in the future, take silk, but I’m not sure yet.”
“I have to ask, but what is that lovely light perfume you are wearing, I could smell hints of it for days after you were here last week?”
“Thank you, it is one I really like, it’s called ‘Jasmin Au Soleil,’ it’s light and not overpowering.”
“It’s lovely, I was hoping you’d be wearing it again this week.”
Again, I was wearing plain business clothes, similar to the previous week, but with a mid thigh length mini skirt, and though I’m not sure why, but I’d put on a more lacy style underwear, and had on stockings with suspenders, sitting in such a way that he could see them, I was pleased that he was looking and enjoying what he saw.
I’m a bit of an exhibitionist anyway, in a way I suppose it’s a mild fetish for me, and I slipped into the teasing mode quite easily, swirling my skirts, flicking up my hems, stretching up, bending over, all of which gave me quite a thrill when I saw men looking at me, knowing that it drove them crazy.
Over the next four to five weeks, I continued to deliver the magazine’s, each time arriving early, and staying later, I’d found it more convenient to collect them from my mother’s surgery on my way to work in the morning as it meant that I could go straight to Joes from work, without having to double back on my route to get there from the surgery.
We talked a lot more, and I was fascinated by his and Violet’s life together, they’d been married on their late teens, and had been together for 50 odd years, having one daughter, and subsequently two grandsons, he’d loved Violet very much, and I got the impression that he was just waiting until it was time to join her.
He enjoyed my company, and I continued to visit on Friday afternoons, as I felt him grow closer to me, our conversation became more and more intimate, he admitted that he missed his wife terribly, their closeness, the comfort of being with her, and how lonely he was without her, I felt sorry for him, all he wanted was the human companionship she had provided for him over the years.
I had started to help him make the tea in the kitchen and small chores like load the dishwasher, we were physically close in there and touched each other casually, Joe putting his hands on my waist and shoulders, me feeling his hand, and bumping my hip into his side.
My choice of clothing had become more stylish, and quite revealing, I was wearing fuller skirts, short, sometimes with a split, my underwear was more and more exotic, sensuous and smooth, I took to wearing filmy transparent panties, some with ruched seats, and revealing bras, lace topped stockings, with suspenders and very frilly slips and I made sure he had every chance to have a good look up my skirt.
Joe really looked forward to my visits, and I made sure they were worthwhile for him, trying to make up in some small way for for the sadness I felt he experienced through being on his own.
Finally, after about 10 weeks, having begun to sit next to each other on his sofa, we started to talk more earnestly and personally about sex, he told me he had only been with her, and there had been nobody since she’d passed away, he opened his heart to me, and my feelings of sympathy for him were very strong, so I asked him.
“What do you do for sex then, how do you get relief for yourself?”
“Not much Michelle, at my age, there are stirrings, but I have difficulty raising my eyebrows let alone my manliness.”
“Is there anything you’d like to do, if you could though?”
He looked down at my knees, I shifted to give him a better view.
“These days just seeing a girl’s underwear is a treat.”
“Have you thought about the little blue pill?”
“No, I can’t take those, I have a bit of a heart problem and it’s a bit dangerous for me.”
“So is it a problem for you if you get excited?”
“No, that’s fine, I don’t get around so much these days, and I’m not as strong as I once was, but I’m alright with most things.”
I felt really sympathetic to him, and Beşevler Escort Bayan I put my arms around his neck, holding him close to me for a while, he rested his hand on my lap, impulsively, I sat up and turned on the sofa, straddling his legs, I knelt on the seat cushions my legs apart and my skirts hanging over his lap, the soft silky lace of my slip brushed against the back of his hands, as I did so I saw his face was so full of longing.
Kneeling astride him, I smiled and pulled up the hem of my skirt to about mid thigh, he sighed and put his hands on the back of my thighs, slowly stroking them upwards until he had them on my bottom, he smoothed them up and down, feeling the soft lace on his hand as my slip fell over his wrists, the silky texture of my stockings in his palms, his fingers moved to the skin on the inside of my thighs, above the lace tops of my stockings, his touch was gentle and tender, as I thought this was the first time he’d touched a girl other than his wife, then that was the reason he trembled slightly.
Softly he pushed his fingers onto the swell of my peach feeling me through the satin of my gusset, caressing the plump bulge between my legs, I lifted the front of my skirt up, and he rested his face on the front panel of my panties, running his hands all round my hips, peach, thighs, and thoroughly enjoying the feel of my bum in his palms, I let my skirt drop and covered his face with a mass of frilly lace.
Joe sighed with pleasure, but with a hint of disappointment, looking up at me, though his eyes were full of wonder he whispered to me.
“I have nothing down there at all, this is so lovely but I haven’t a movement, not a flicker.”
“It’s alright Joe, it’s probably a bit much for you to expect so soon, this is the first time you’ve had a physical experience with me, so it’s all a bit new, but as long as you’ve enjoyed feeling me close to you and it’s made you happy, then it’s all good.”
“It’s so wonderful, and you smell so rich and womanly, you feel so young and firm, it’s almost like being in heaven, it’s not much for you I know but it’s wonderful for me.”
“We’ll its fine, you can feel around up my skirt as much as you like, it’s actually quite nice for me as well, I enjoy the tender way you touch me under there.”
“It’s so smooth, and the frills are really exciting it has an effect on me, but I wish I could do more.”
“Give yourself time Joe, if it’s what you like we can do it again, and you can spend as much time under there as you like.”
“Are you sure, I mean my age must be an issue for someone as young as you?”
“No, not at all, you’re well within my interest bracket, but times pressing, and I have to go, it’s near 7:00 pm.”
Letting my skirts drop I stood up and rearranged my clothing, and we went to the door, he kissed my cheek, and I started to leave.
“You’ll be back next Friday won’t you?”
“Definitely, don’t worry, rest, take gentle exercise, relax and think of Friday, I’ll be here early and now you’ve broken the ice, we can try different things for you to experience.
I got into my car and drove home, still feeling the sensation of his hands gently moving around in my underwear, and holding my bottom so gently.
The following Friday, I decided to finish early so I could go home so I could tidy myself up and change out of my work clothes, as I followed my normal routine in the morning, I’d showered properly, cleaned my teeth, taken my pill, and dressed in fairly plain business clothes with a black thin strapped pinafore dress, and a white ruffled blouse, plain underwear and tights,
Arriving home around 1:00 pm, I stripped off completely, carefully washed myself, and after I had dried off, I applied the perfume Joe liked, the Jasmin Au Soleil, adding a touch to my stomach and back of my thighs as well as the usual pulse points.
Examining my figure in the mirror, I carefully thought about what I should wear that he would enjoy both seeing and feeling in his hands, and what I could do to give him some sort of enjoyment, I wanted to give him a sexual experience he’d remember, but I was reasonably certain he wouldn’t get aroused enough for him to enjoy sex with me in the traditional way.
Smoothing my hands over my body, turning to first one side and then the other, I made sure everything was taut and attractive, I took a tube of strawberry flavoured gel from my cabinet, it was one of those ‘fun’ gifts that girls give each other at parties from time to time, I’d kept this one, but the usual toys and monstrous plastic phalluses I always got rid of, putting them in a bag, and dropping them off at clothes recycling bins, I felt sure someone would make use of them, I knew I wouldn’t.
Taking the top off the tube, I spread some on my finger tips, and massaged it into my mound, inside the top of my thighs, and over the cheeks of my bottom, I hadn’t depilated, as a natural blonde my pubic hair was soft and straight, but even so,I knew that the public hair retained my female musk and Joe liked natural the smell of me.
Thoughtfully I looked through my lingerie drawers, my mother had taught me from an early age to place my empty perfume bottles in there with my frillies making sure that the intimate clothing always smelled nice.