The first time I worked for B and her husband Len was over a decade ago. Always got on really well with them, B is one of those ladies who you don't really notice. Her face half hidden by a big mane of hair and always dressed like she's off to the WI to make jam. Always very welcoming with tea and biscuits on tap. Pretty much what you'd expect from a lovely lady around 70.

Three years ago Len fell ill and B refused carers, admirably caring for him at home until he passed away last year. I wasn't close enough to get a funeral invite but a cpl weeks after len was buried, B asked me to do a tip run for her. It was hard helping her to sort through lens things into piles to keep, bin, and take to the charity shop. It turned into a two day job, one I was happy to do. There was a bit of a connection between us and a few moments when I really wanted to kiss her, with a hunch it was mutual but I didn't.

Our messages became daily, hers always ending with a x. A good sign but no more than that. When Len first fell ill I'd put a little toilet and basin in his bedroom and the next thing was to take it out. It meant a bit of Plastering and a new floor which was another two day job. Len had been pushing up the daisies for a few months and B was recovering from losing him. Her demeanour far more positive and her clothes less mumsy. I could still feel the connection and she blushed at the compliments. She revealed her son was trying to encourage her to start dating, however she thought noone would be interested.

I pushed her a little on what she wants next, with "some male attention" being the immediate reply. "Well you've got my attention" I came back with. She laughed it off but it clearly ramped up the atmosphere.

Again nothing more to speak of that day but the next morning she smelt delicious with a flowing summer dress and her hair held in one of those big clip things

Again I showered her with compliments early doors and again she kept me company while I laid a simple laminate floor in Lens old bedroom. At lunchtime I joined her in the kitchen as she made me lunch, this time standing behind her with my hands on her shoulders. I moved down to her hips and she jokingly reaponded ..."keep going." At this I moved them round to hug her and she clearly leaned back into me. Taking this as encouragement my hands moved up to hold her little titties (,she's a waif like size 6) again only positive vibes from her.

"You OK with this?" I asked. "I need this" she retorted. The gloves were off, I unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall, leaving round to kiss her. She was all tongue as she swung round and pulled my mouth tight to hers.

Her bra was soon off then she was naked as I hitched down her tights and panties. Pulling herself up to sit on the kitchen worktop I reached down to find a thick matt of hair surrounding her cunt. She was wet. Wet enough to slide my cock effortlessly into her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the mix of emotions ran through her but she was eager to pull me into her with her legs wrapped around me.

Any feelings of guilt I had disappeared as I pumped cum deep into her sodden cunt.

Soon things subsided and finally she pulled her lips away. "Thank you. I wanted that yesterday," she whispered. We chatted with my flaccid cock still in her. She asked for a repeat before I leave and requested something she'dnever tried....doggy.

I wrapped up around 4 and asked if she still wanted a repeat. Without speaking she leant over the kitchen counter again and lifted her dress to reveal no pants, a bony arse and stockings. I didn't need asking twice and this time gave her a hard pounding while she only made whimpering noises. It was basically like having a wankand soon I gave her my 2nd load of the day.

A long hard snog followed with her straddling me as I sat on the sofa.

Yes an oldie bit equally a top top shag with a lovely lady.