I do home improvements and do like to mix business with pleasure wherever possible. Recently changed a shower cubicle for a really nice couple with a big age gap. The husband in his mid 90s, a lovely fella but as youd expect with someone of that age he's not so mobile, getting around the bungalow with a zimmerframe type thing and with his own room and an electric bed to help him sit up. The wife, Dawn, is far younger in her mid 60s, really slim and kind of her husbands carer. Incredibly house proud and quite "prim" but with a liking for figure hugging clothes. I sized her up on the first day and admittedly thought, "I'd smash that" but knew it wasnt on the cards.

Day two saw a few signs, she had been chatty on the first day but the second day she was clearly spending more time with me. Wearing a skirt and a trendy top, with a bit more make-up than day one she definitely caught my attention. Day two saw her sitting on the closed toilet for large parts of the day, just a couple of feet away from me as I worked. She spilled her life history and reflectred on regrets etc. Even spoke about marrying an older fella. I pushed her on a couple of things, such as asking her if she has any regrets "I wish I'd done more exciting things" was her answer. I didnt press her further but gave her a cheeky hug and kiss on the cheek.

As I left on day two I gave her another hug and a quick kiss on the lips. Just a peck, not a snog.

Day three she was wearing even more make up. Her long wavy hair was neat and held up with a clip. A shorter skirt and a white blouse, not see through but I could clearly see a fairly lacy black bra underneath nesting her little titties. "wow you look incredible today" "thank you for noticing."

Until 10am I noticed she had a morning routine, help her husband up and dress, get him his breakfast and get him settled in the lounge with the newspaper. Soon after 10 she was perched on the closed toilet and super chatty. I was all compliments, even saying "you're lucky to be pert and perky instead of big and bouncy" to which Dawn blushed.

The morning was a bit more flirting, again just feet apart. Lots of laughing too and a few hugs. Lunchtime came and again Dawn clicked into her lunchtime routine, helping her husband to the loo, making his lunch then getting him settled in front of the TV. She also called me into the kitchen for a cuppa tea. As I entered the (fairly spacious) kitchen she had her back to me, doing the dishes, with a steaming cuppa tea on the worktop next to her.

Instead of reaching for the cuppa I stood behind Dawn, placing my hands on her hips. She let out a gasp and took a tiny step back into me. Pushing my luck I leaned down and kissed her neck and there was only encouragement from her. As I continued kissing her neck I slowly moved my hands up from her hips to her waist, then up further until I was holding her breasts. Dawn was breathing heavily "are you ok?" I asked her "dont stop" was her response.

I undid her blouse and lifted her bra over her breasts before returning to give them a squeeze, lightly rolling her erect nipples between by forefingers and thumbs. At this point she turned her head and our lips met, her tongue was straight in my mouth. Keeping my left hand on her left breast I crept my right hand down over her tight stomach, under the waistband of her skirt, into her tights and knickers then straight into her gash. She was surprisingly already soaking and came almost immediately before I withdrew my hand so she could turn around. Her hands had been in the sink water all this time but that didnt stop her holding both sides of my face as we snogged.

I lifted dawn onto the worktop without our lips unlocking, lifting her skirt up in the process. We continued kissing but in my head I was wondering how to get her tights and knickers off without it being awkward. I need not have worried because as i hooked my thumbs into the back of her tights, she gripped me tight around the neck, lifting herself off the worktop enough for me to pull her knickers and tights around her arse and down to her knees. she sort of helped me get them down to her calves then worked them off with her feet.

Without removing my work overalls I unbuttoned the fly and took out my already hard cock. Finally our kiss stopped, "Do you want this?" her one word response summed it up "inside"

The height was right, the angle was right, everything was right and I slid effortlessly into her. "Fuck Yess" I gasped but Dawn immediately covered my mouth, "we must be quiet" (id kinda forgotten her gusband was next door!!

Other than the close proximity this was the most vanilla of fucks but so so good. Nice rhythm, her skirt around her waist, titties out, snogging, and not at all awkward. This was a steady fuck although occasionally I'd put in a few quick strokes before steadying down again. I always had at least one handful of tit while caressing her with the other, stopping from time to time to pull her closer. Her hands never left the sides of my head, also pulling me gently deeper into the snog.

I did lighty try to pull away a few times as I quite fancied bending her over the worktop but she was having none of it so we carried on until i blew by stack into her. Shed been moaning and bucking a fair bit throughout but even now I'm not sure whether or not she had any further orgasms after the initial one right at the start.

I stepped back, admiring the sight, my cum already seeping out of her hole through a neatkly trimmed bush, her tits still out and Dawn composing herself. I hoisted my cock back in my overalls, then grabbed a tea-towel (classy eh) to wipe her juices from around the fly. I liften dawn down and had another snog, slipping a couple of fingers into her now really well lubricated hole. I was thinking "that was really fucking horny" but Dawn spoke first, "Thank you." "No," I replied, "thank YOU."

Dawn dressed and in the afternoon explained how I was only the third man inside her. It transpired she married fairly young but he used her as a punchbag. The lovely old fella was her second cock, and they hadnt had sex for over 20 years but she spelt out her many fantasies for the rest of the afternoon, leaving occasionally to tend to her husband,

Day four was the final day, just a bit of grouting and siliconing but it took the entire day as we were at it like rabbits. I got to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her in her bed. I introduced her to porn (shed never watched any!!) and ordered her a vibrator. I even encouraged her to show off her lovely figure a bit more than just wearing figure hugging stuff. Fingers crossed I'll be back there fairly soon.