It was the mid nineteen eighties that I found myself visiting an old aunt in hospital.  She had fallen ill with pneumonia during the start of the winter season.  She, to the best of my knowledge always been single.  I promised to go feed her cat for her and water her flowers that she loved so much.  It became a daily chore to visit her of an evening.  Although having broken up with my wife I didn't have much else to do.  You hear the jokes, but mine was true, she really had run off with the milkman.

On my third visit I was warned that my aunt had taken a turn for the worse and not to get my hopes up.  In the hour I hardly got a word from her.  What I did notice was the new woman in the ward and the gorgeous young lady that was visiting her.  Even through her tears I could see she had a pretty face to go with her gorgeous figure.  I overheard her being told it probably wouldn't be long.  I guessed her relative or friend was on the way out.

Later as I drove home I saw her stood at the bus stop.  It was a very cold damp night and I nearly stopped and offered a lift, but then I thought she might think me quite weird chatting women up in bus stops.  The following day my aunt had perked up a little and was now able to talk a bit.  She noticed that I kept looking at the young woman.  "For god sake go and chat her up man," my aunt told me.  She was aware that my wife had left me and I was on my own.  She told me that the young woman was visiting twice a day and her mother wasn't expected to live.  She added that although she wore a wedding ring she was always alone.

The bell soon rang for all the visitors to leave and as I said my goodbyes I saw the young lady bend forward to kiss her mother.  Her knee length flared skirt that looked as if it came from the fifties and sixties rose up and I got a quick flash of creamy white flesh above her stocking tops.  Then she picked up her two bags and walked out the ward.  I was about ten paces behind her.  When we got to the exit doors it was teaming with rain and she stopped to do up her coat.  I did the same and asked her had she far to go and to my surprise she lived in the next road to me and  more surprising I had never seen her before the hospital visits.  I offered her a lift.

In the car she was very chatty, but I could tell she was never far from bursting into tears.  Her mother had cancer and as I had heard didn't have long and she blurted out that her useless husband didn't do anything to help.  She assumed that my aunt was my mother and I explained that she was an aunt and on her own and I was just helping her out.  I loved it when she said I was very kind man.  I stopped outside her house and just before she got out she lent towards me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.  I quickly asked her name and she told me it was Janice, then telling me everyone called her Jan.  I offered her a lift to the hospital the following evening and she accepted.

The following day I was like a schoolboy going on his first date.  I was excited at seeing her but knowing she was married didn't expect anything more than a peck on the cheek.  I pulled up outside of her house and she quickly got into my car.  Tonight she didn't seem quite so teary, but more angry.  Angry at her husband.  She told me that she had suggested that he visit her mother while he still could and his reply was, "why would I want to do that?"  I quickly got the idea that he was a pig of a man.

At the hospital I saw her bend and kiss her mothers forehead and received another flash of stocking tops and thigh.  I wondered if she always wore stockings.  Prior to the previous evening when I saw Jan's stockings, it was the first time in many years that I had seen a woman in stockings and those were on my mother as she got ready to go out.  I caused a stirring in my pants.  My aunt was definitely on the mend.  She had spotted that I had arrived with Jan and remarked that she seemed nice.  I told her that she was.

At the end of the session Jan again kissed her mother and again I got a glimpse of her creamy thighs.  I wondered if she knew just how much leg she was showing when she bent forward.  Back at her house I got a kiss on the lips.  Although very brief I felt that tingle you got when you had your first real kiss.  I arranged to pick her up again the following evening.  Then this went on for several more days.

Then I collected her and at the hospital she got the worst news ever that her mother had just passed.  She was in floods of tears.  My aunt told me to go to her.  My aunt was quite a lot better and waiting for a date to get home so she wasn't in that need of comfort and she could see that Jan was more in need of my comfort.  I went to Jan and held her hand.  The nurse was saying that she could visit her mother in the morgue if she wanted.  It would take a short while for them to get her ready and make arrangements.  I went with Jan to the morgue and continued to hold her hand as she looked at her mother.

Afterwards she wanted a phone to ring her husband.  I expected him to rush to Jan's side, but from the conversation i heard that wasn't going to happen.  Her tears only got bigger as I heard him say, " so what do you expect me to do."  I heard Jan answer, "Support me."  His reply was that he was going to the pub and then he hung up on her.  I felt so sad and sorry for her.

On the way taking her home she sobbed her little heart out.  She had no idea what she needed to do to organize and bury her mother or how she was going to get places to organize it.  I offered to help.  At her home she invited me in and as we drank tea I told her that I would take her to collect the doctors death certificates and go to an undertaker and registrar with her.  She was so grateful.  The next day I took a day off work and took her to get the certificates and went with her to register the death.  From there we went to an undertaker and I sat with her whilst she discussed things with the undertaker.  Turned out her mother had already sorted most of it out for her and already paid for it.

I could tell that she really didn't want to go home yet and offered to take her for a meal.  She picked at the food barely eating any of it.  She did however knock back two double G&T's.  She asked if we could go somewhere nice, and having nothing better to do, I took her to a beauty spot her mother always enjoyed.  We sat talking for a long time as we enjoyed the scenery.  She told me about her mother and then she got on to her useless husband.  All he did was eat, sleep, work and go to the pub.  It seemed a pretty loveless marriage.

On returning to her house she again turned and gave me a kiss and as she did her hand fell into my lap and on my cock.  I wasn't sure if it was an accident or deliberate.  Whichever it cause a stirring that grew into a full erection.  As the kiss ended, far too quickly, she snatched her hand away and said sorry as she rushed indoors.

Two days later my aunt was much better and ready to go home and I went in to collect her.  The first thing she asked was if I was still seeing Jan.  I had to admit as I no longer had the excuse to take her to hospital or funeral arrangements and I hadn't seen her.  She told me I was a silly boy and to contact her.  I was worried knowing she was married.   I didn't want to make things worse.  I decided to see when the funeral was and attend and see if she needed any support.

The undertaker gave me the date and time and I arrived at the church fifteen minutes early.  I was beginning to think I had got the date wrong as there was nobody milling around as they do at funerals.  Then I spotted Jan as she got off a bus and walked towards the church.  I could see she had been crying and went to her to comfort her.  Her husband had refused to take the day off work and attend the funeral, instead he went to work leaving Jan on her own.

I walked with her into the church and saw just one other person waiting for the funeral.  Jan told me it was her mother's best friend.  The vicar then appeared  and the funeral directors and bearers brought in the coffin.  It was a short simple service that felt quite sad as only three people to appreciate it.  Then the coffin was taken to the prepared grave next to Jan's father's grave and after another few quick words they lowered the coffin into the hole.  The three of us threw a few bits of soil onto the coffin.  I moved away leaving Jan and her mother's friend stood there for a few minutes and then Jan joined me as the friend wandered away.

I was going to take Jan home but she said that she couldn't face going home.  We spent an afternoon in the pub where Jan sank quite a few G&T's and poured her heart out to me.  Besides the problem of a pig of a husband, she had her mothers house and belongings to sort out and had no idea how she was going to empty the house.  I offered to help and Jan turned to me and gave me a kiss.  A real kiss, tongues and all.  I was a bit taken back but wasn't going to object.

She was getting a little tiddly and I said she needed to go home.  She said that she didn't want to and could we go to my home.  It was about seven p.m. when we entered my house and she was getting sleepy.  I helped her upstairs and helped her onto a spare bed.  As she slumped down her skirt rose giving me an even better view of her stocking tops, thighs and even a view of the crutch of her panties.  I removed her shoes and pulled her skirt down and pulled a blanket over her.

I went down stairs and watched a little TV before retiring to my bed.  I was in that dreamy state where you cannot tell when it's real or a dream.  I felt someone getting into bed with me.  For a few moments I thought it was my ex and then remembered that she was with her milkman and getting her cream else where.  It suddenly dawned on me that the only other person in the house was Jan.  As she snuggled up and into me her hand went to my cock.  It was soft, but not for long.  Jan just held it still but also firmly as it grew.  I put an arm around her to find that she was naked on her top half and cupped a nice handful of tits.

Jan kissed me and then said thank you for all your help.  Then she told me to make love to her.  I asked about her husband and was she sure.  She said she had never been surer about anything in her life.  Her leg came across my body and I felt her stockings against my legs as we embarked on a much longer kiss.  As we kissed, cuddled and caressed, I moved my hands to her arse.  The cheek was a nice size in my hand and I realized that she wasn't wearing the panties I had seen her in earlier.

As I fingered her pussy and kissed her she began to moan.  She was now rubbing my cock on her own pussy lips and groaning into my mouth.  I was in fear of coming even before I got my cock in her if I didn't do something.  I pulled away from her and leaned over and turned the bedside light on.   Then I slid down her body taking the duvet with me so I could see her pussy framed between her milky white thighs and her suspenders and stockings.  She had a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.  Then I dipped my tongue into her honey pot and listened to her groan.  Her hands landed on the back of my head to prevent me from changing my mind and leaving her hanging, not that I had any intentions of stopping now.

Jan's moans got louder and longer as I lapped at her pussy and clit.  Then her hands moved and gripped my ears and she pulled saying that she needed it and needed it now.  I moved up her, kissing her naval and then a nipple on route.  Then I sunk my tongue into her mouth as her hands took charge of my hard cock and slid it between her pussy lips.  I didn't need to push, it just sank a few inches into her pussy.  Jan groaned into my mouth.  The she was pushing her hips against mine.

The dance had begun.  I think Jan took the mans part as she took the lead.   Even from below me she set that pace and all I could do was follow.  We went from a slow shuffle to a tango and onto a fast cha cha cha.  Jan was gasping and then went stiff interrupting the rhythm.  I didn't care as I had reached the end of the dance and jerked my last final movements as I filled her pussy with my cum.  Then we both lay there just gasping for air.

After we had recovered enough Jan cuddled up again to me.  I thought that I had gone a long time without sex as it was eleven months since my ex left, but was astounded when Jan told me that she hadn't had sex for nearly four years.  Then she told me that she had been married for six years and the last four years had been loveless.  I told her that her husband must be mad or blind.  She said she had only stayed with him as she had nowhere else to go and had ended up being a skivvy to him.  I kissed her and told her that had just came to an end.

We made love again with Jan riding me.  I loved the look and feel of her stockings and suspenders as she rode me and I supported her by her tits.  Then we fell asleep still cuddling and my limp cock still in her pussy.  Next morning we made long slow love in the shower.  Jan told me that she had to go home.  I dropped her back home and arranged to meet her at her mothers house on the Saturday morning to start sorting things out.

When we met we worked hard packing stuff up and putting anything worth anything to one side.  I loaded all her mothers clothes and shoes, of which there were many, into my car to drop at a charity shop.  Then we sat going through her papers.  In her will the house and some money plus any belongings she wanted were to go to Jan.  Her mothers solicitor had been instructed to do the legal paperwork.  There were a few bits of jewelry to go to her friend who had attended the funeral.

After a long day sorting stuff we sat drinking tea.  I asked her about her husband when I dropped her home.  She said that he hadn't noticed that she wasn't there the night she stopped over.  Talk about taking people for granted.  She again said that she didn't want to go home, so I took her home with me.  We again made love and again I enjoyed her stockings and suspenders.  We made love again the next morning, before going to sort out more of her mothers stuff.

As we sorted stuff Jan wanted to look into the loft to see if there was anything there to sort and fetched some step ladders from the garage.  Before I could say anything she was at the top of the steps looking around the loft with a torch.  I had the most fantastic view up her skirt at her arse framed by her panties and suspenders.  Jan announced that the loft was empty and as she descended the steps I had my cock out and pulled her panties to one side and pressing her against the steps pushed my cock firmly home.  It was a fantastic fuck and Jan kept asking for me not to stop.

She stayed again that night and the sex just got better and better.  The next day I dropped Jan at work and went off to my work.  I was late getting home as I dropped her mothers clothes off at the charity shop.  When I did get home Jan was waiting for me.  Over dinner we compared days and she told me that her mothers solicitor was sorting all the legal stuff out.  On my suggestion she had called on an auction house to come and look at some of the furniture and we could see them on Wednesday evening.

Wednesday was a good day and the auctioneer picked out quite a few items and surprised both Jan and I at what they were worth and arranged to take them away.  Jan and I sat talking and she said that she wanted to stay with me permanently and not just some nights.  I had already thought the same but hadn't got around to actually say it.  The following day Jan found a removals company that would take virtually everything else that the auctioneer couldn't sell or Jan didn't want to keep.

Jan had already brought some of her clothes to my house and already had a some at her mother's house, but she still had stuff at the house she shared with her husband.  I told her I would go with her to collect her.  At the house Jan opened the door and I followed her into the hall.  She went into the kitchen.  He was there and I heard, "Where the bloody hell have you been."  Then when she told him with a friend I heard him slap her.

He was shocked when I entered the kitchen.  Jan was getting up off the floor.  "Who the bloody hell are you," he yelled at me in anger.  I told him I was Jan's friend and his worst nightmare if he ever touched her again.  He was a big man but grossly over weight with huge beer gut.  He took a swing at me and I stepped aside and he missed and fell to the floor.  I told him that if he got up I might have to give him a smack.  Jan was on her feet and ok by this time and I gave her the car keys and told her to load everything that she wanted or needed in to the car while I have a chat with her husband.

Jan went off upstairs while her husband was still on the floor threatening all sorts of things.  I pointed out to him that I was in a much better physical condition than him and he needed to keep quiet.  Jan was about half an hour collecting her things and putting them in the car.  She came and told me that she had everything.  As I followed her towards the front door her husband ran at me holding a bottle of beer.  No surprise there that it was beer.  I dodged his swing and punched him in the stomach.  He groan louder than I had even managed to make Jan groan and as he fell to the floor smashing the beer bottle and holding his stomach.   I told him that he groaned louder than his wife.


As he lay there  I told him to stay there or I would make him groan even louder.  Fortunately he did as told and we left.  Back home I made room for all Jan's clothes especially her flared skirts and stockings and suspenders.  That was a long time back and Jan did up her mothers house and I sold mine and we have lived happily ever since in her house.


Although we are that much older now I just love when Jan puts on her stockings, suspenders and skirt.  We both know we are in for a good night.  Even being married for twelve years the excitement is still there.  Wish more women wore stockings and suspenders.