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A one off story, written in the mish mash of lockdown last year, just never got around to publishing it. I’m putting it in my usual ‘mature’ category, although there’s an element of ‘non-consent.’ Just to warn you if that’s not your thing.
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When Rick left me, it was a devastating blow. We’d been married for twenty five years, and although we’d had difficult times we managed to come through them. I knew that there had been something going on, wives do, and when I found the ‘second’ phone, it all came out.
Even then I’d hoped we could get over it, but eventually he went off with her, and it was only now after six months on my own, that I had come to terms with it all.
Financially I was ok. Rick had a very successful business, and he had let me have the house and an income where I only had to work part time. I worked as a teaching assistant two days a week.
So at fifty one years old, I was starting to reassess my life.
I considered myself still reasonably attractive. Not overweight, still nearly naturally blonde, still with breasts that almost held their own, and legs that I knew still got glances from men when I had my heels on.
In fact I was soon learning that even husbands of friends would try it on when they knew I was ‘on my own.’ Only last week it was suggested to me by a friend’s husband that he could come round and do any odd jobs that needed doing while he rested his hand on my ass in the kitchen, and my friend was in the lounge.
I politely put him in his place, but did actually get a frisson of excitement at a man being ‘interested’ in me.
One man that did interest me was my neighbour Tom. Unfortunately he was married as all attractive guys seemed to be.
Tom had only moved in with his wife Eve, and Matt his son, last year. He had a landscaping business, and had straightaway landscaped his garden to include a swimming pool, which seemed a bit absurd to me in our climate. However, when it was built, and just after Rick had left, Tom invited me in to ‘christen’ it with Eve and Matt.
Both Tom and Matt certainly looked good in their swim shorts. Even in my raw state of mind, and my cynicism towards men, I couldn’t help a twinge of something as I glanced at them.
By the end of June, summer had arrived, and one morning Eve invited me next door for a coffee on the patio. She’d asked how I was getting on and generally wondered if I was adapting to life on my own. I told her that it was a long process and my job, two days a week, and the kids at the school, kept me sane.
Before I left she told me that she and Tom were going on a cruise for a fortnight and they were leaving the following week. She was concerned about Matt being on his own. Not from any lack of looking after himself, but she didn’t want him holding any riotous parties. He’d been warned, but she asked me to message her if I noticed anything awry. I hoped that I wouldn’t have to ‘snitch’ on him!
They left home on the Friday, and Tom popped by to let me have a spare set of keys, “just in case Sue,” were his words. I wished him an enjoyable holiday, and he added, “Just use the pool in the daytime, if you want to, when Matt’s not around.”
That was something I definitely looked forward to, and hoped Matt would be at work most weekdays.
On the Saturday morning I looked out of my bedroom window at around eight ‘o clock and saw Matt swimming lengths in the pool. I could only see half the pool from my window, and trees blocked any sight of the end nearest the house and the patio where me and Eve had had coffee.
I felt slightly guilty, peering out from behind the curtains, hoping to get a glimpse of Matt out of the water. After several minutes I gave up and took a shower where I gave in to the temptation of holding the shower head against my pussy.
That way of relieving sexual tension had become a bit of a habit since Rick. It was much better now that I had the house to myself, and with no fear of being overheard.
Once I’d got dressed, got organised and been out and shopped for food, I decided to read my book and take advantage of the good weather. I got my sunbed in its best position on the patio and with a glass of lemonade I settled down to read.
I must have dropped off and was awoken by some conversation and laughter next door. I recognised Matt’s voice, but whoever was with him was female.
I strained to listen to what was being said, but couldn’t really make out very much. I sipped my drink and tried to concentrate on my book, however the general excited chat next door made it difficult.
I put the book down when I heard a much louder shout from the girl.
“Stop it Matt…. not here… we can’t.”
There was then a general muttering and the sound of patio furniture being moved.
By that time I was really inquisitive, I wanted to know who this girl was, especially when I heard her gasp loudly, and the words, “Oh god Matt.”
I couldn’t see over almanbahis the fence or bushes near the house, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to see the patio from my bedroom window, but I did know that halfway down my garden was a broken fence panel which gave a clear view if most of next door’s pool and patio.
As I stood up I heard the girl loudly moan, “Oh Matt…. go on.”
I carefully, and silently crept down the path to the broken fence panel. Resting my backside on a low wall, I had a clear sight of the two of them.
Their two sun loungers had been pulled together, and I could see Matt’s muscular buttocks pumping slowly between two female legs.
I was motionless, holding my breath, and couldn’t pull my eyes away from them. I couldn’t see anything of the girl’s face or upper body, but I could hear her cries of pleasure. I must have watched for a good five minutes, until Matt’s buttocks suddenly pumped rapidly for a few seconds before pushing hard against her while he obviously came inside her.
There was a loud cry from her before both of them slumped down and Matt rolled to one side. It was then that I could see her blonde hair, her breasts, and her face. I did a double take because I recognised her as Margaret Browning’s daughter Megan from the next road to ours.
“Shit,” I heard myself say, and as I saw both of them get up from the sun loungers and make their way to the edge of the pool, I ducked down and crept back to my patio.
Slightly stunned by what I’d seen, I wondered what Margaret would have thought if she knew I’d witnessed Megan shagging! And then as I sat there, listening to the water splashing and the shouts from the pool next door, I realised, guiltily, that the whole thing had made me very aroused. I could feel my pussy glowing warmly, and I quickly stood up and walked into the house to distract myself.
It soon became apparent how difficult that was to be because when I’d made a cup of tea and returned to my book, the splashing next door had ceased, but was replaced by Matt and Megan fucking yet again.
I had to retreat indoors once more and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening, contemplating the stamina of the young. Needless to say that night in bed I got out my trusty vibrator to use once more, only telling myself afterwards that I’d cum twice that day too.
Next day, on the Sunday, the saga continued. The weather carried on being kind and after a light lunch and some family phone calls, I resumed my place on the patio and my book reading.
Yet again at about four ‘o clock there was the sound of conversation and female laughter. My ears pricked up, but the chat was not clear enough to interpret. What was clear were the gaps in conversation and my realising the silences were when the kissing was taking place.
I heard the sun loungers being moved again. Surely not a repeat.
I’d put my book down by the time the first sounds of sex began. Not being able to resist the temptation, I crept down the garden again, to my gap in the fence. I’d assumed a repeat of yesterday and Megan being well and truly fucked.
When I looked I saw the girl kneeling astride Matt’s body on the two sunloungers. She was rotating her hips, pressing down on his cock and giggling as she did so. But this wasn’t Megan, and it was no girl. This was a red haired woman about the same age as me. I couldn’t see her face, but she was definitely enjoying herself.
Again I was transfixed. I sat on the wall studying her movement, watching Matt’s hands moving from her breasts to her hips as she rode him.
The fucking went on for a time, I was getting cramp from my awkward sitting position, but it was clear enough when she came. Her head was thrown backwards and her movements stopped, apart from her buttocks appearing to tremble. She stayed on top of him until she slid to one side and then onto her knees beside him, when she took his cock in her mouth.
It was the first time I’d seen his cock and it was very impressive, however she must have been good with her mouth, or else he must have been on the very edge, because I saw him shudder, and even at twenty or thirty metres away you could see the woman swallowing his spunk.
She lifted her head, wiped her mouth and straightened up, satisfied that she’d done a good job.
“My god,” I said under my breath, “it’s Shirley Reed!”
Shirley Reed was a local councillor and married to the present mayor. I knew that because her face was always in the local paper, very often flaunting herself in low cut, short dresses.I waited a moment longer to make sure it was her. No doubt about it. I retreated back to the patio, and this time I got up close to the fence trying to overhear their conversation, but to no avail.
Eventually I tired of the intrigue and went indoors to get myself a glass of wine. Returning to my lounger outside the afternoon was cooling down. The chat from next door had disappeared. Either Shirley Reed had gone home, or both of them had gone inside.
Settling down almanbahis yeni giriş to read my book once again, my peace was disturbed by noises from next door’s upstairs window. The small upper opening had been left ajar, because of the hot weather, and the shrill sound of Shirley Reed’s protests could be heard.
“No Matt, we mustn’t, not again… stop it… not here, it’s your mum’s bed.”
It was abundantly clear that Matt wanted to have sex with her in Eve’s bedroom.
“Matt…. NO!… ” Shirley sounded slightly angry, and then followed, “Stop it Matt… you’re hurting.”
At this point I began to be concerned. It appeared to be getting out of hand, and I was wondering what to do.
“Matt, you’re being too rough….”, Shirley’s voice wavered, “Ouch!” she shouted, as there was the sound of a hand slapping against bare flesh.
And then two more ‘smacks’ prompted me to stand up, and by now I was worried.
“OW!…. OW!” Shirley’s cry was louder, “Oh Sir, I’ve been a naughty girl, please sir, forgive me.”
“For fucks sake,” I muttered, I couldn’t believe it. Shirley and Matt were carrying out some sort of sex game, or role play.
My moment of panic subsided and I listened more closely.
Slap, slap, slap, in quick succession was followed by cries of pain, and then Shirley pleading with Matt, “Please sir, you shouldn’t be doing that… no sir… please get off me sir… no… NO!…… OH GOD SIR…..oh god…. oh yes…. oh yes… oh FUCK!”
The pleading had stopped and the cries became cries of pleasure. I could hear Shirley rhythmically groaning, “Uhuh!… uhuh!… uhuh!… uhuh! as Matt presumably pounded into her.
It was no surprise when I clearly heard her shout out, “I’m cumming sir, I’m cumming!”
With one last groan of pleasure the concert of noises ended, everything settled down, and about half an hour later I heard Matt swimming up and down on his own, and Shirley Reed had obviously left.
I pondered that evening over Matt and how he and Shirley Reed had got together, let alone the bit of kinkiness they’d enjoyed with such an age difference. Thinking about him, it took me by surprise that my pussy moistened and I felt a rush of hormones that were rather an unfamiliar sensation since Rick had left.
Needless to say I masturbated that night in bed, taking my time, using my fingers to tease myself before cumming in delicious fashion. Amazingly I woke up on Monday morning feeling just as horny and again used the shower head to bring myself off.
Monday was a non work day for me, and I tried to put the weekend out of my mind. I’d heard Matt drive off for work in his truck, and I spent the morning paying bills online, searching for family birthday presents, and generally organising myself. By lunchtime I was ready for a sandwich and took it out onto the patio, still amazed at the continued heatwave.
I wondered why Eve and Tom had gone on a cruise when the weather was so good back home, but of course they weren’t to know that when they’d booked.
I was reminded of their offer to use the pool, and in the heat of mid day it sounded like a good idea, however I was a little anxious knowing about Matt and his antics over the weekend.
I decided that if I was only going to take an hour and was out by three ‘o clock, he wouldn’t be back from work before then.
I wondered what to wear, normally I would wear a one piece swimsuit, but as It was really hot, I wore the bikini that Rick had reckoned I looked good in. I wasn’t so sure and was always a bit self conscious of some obvious stretch marks, but no one was going to see me.
I put my towelling bathrobe on to creep out of my side gate and in through the Russell’s. The water was inviting and had heated up through the day. I swam straight up and down several times enjoying the exertion, then paddled around on my back looking up at the blue sky, just glad to be alive.
“Hi Mrs Benson, may I join you?”
I spluttered and struggled to stand upright only to see Matt standing in his swim shorts, smiling down at me.
“Damn,” I thought, “he must have come home early.”
Before I could reply, Matt had dived in and was past me, swimming to the other end of the pool.
I waded towards the short ladder to climb out and even as I reached it, Matt had swum back and was standing beside me.
“I’m sorry Mrs Benson, I surprised you, I finished a job early and it’s so nice I thought I’d come back for a swim.”
Matt was standing incredibly close to me, towering over me, and although it was obvious that I was about to get out he continued, “you don’t have to go, in fact I’d like you to stay.”
The invitation made me feel odd, partly because of the way he was ‘in my space’ and also I felt vulnerable in just my bikini.
As I turned to go, and I grabbed the stainless steel of the ladder, I felt Matt’s hand on my bare shoulder.
“I’m getting out anyway, I’ve had my swim,” and then as I stepped up on the first rung and then the second almanbahis giriş his hand slipped down my back, glancing over my buttocks.
Thankfully he didn’t notice the little shiver it gave me, but my exit from the pool caused him to follow. I picked up my towel from the table, and dried my face, giving my hair a quick rub, and putting the towel around my shoulders as I watched Matt, drying himself.
He repeated, “You don’t have to go, would you like a cold drink?”
“It’s ok, I have things to to do at home.”
Matt’s body language showed an air of disappointment as he shrugged his shoulders and picked up my bathrobe to hold it open for me to put on. I put one arm in the open sleeve and turned my back as I slipped my other arm inside. But then he lifted the robe over my shoulders and stepping right up close behind me, he bent over and kissed the side of my neck. His body was pressed against my buttocks, and I could clearly feel the hardness of his cock.
“Matt! What on earth are you doing, stop it!”
I stepped forward and turned to face him, pulling the bathrobe around me. It was clear from his swim shorts that he was aroused, and in some strange way my own body was playing tricks with me.
“I’m sorry Mrs Benson, I couldn’t help it, you look so good.”
“Nonsense,” I replied, “I suggest you go and take a cold shower. It’s ridiculous, you’re young enough to be my son, now I’m going and let’s forget about it.”
Matt’s face was downcast, but his shorts told a different story.
I picked up my phone and keys and left by the side gate as Matt repeated, “Sorry,” once again.
I arrived back home with a sense of confusion. I’d hoped to have a relaxing swim alone and had ended up being slightly compromised by a young man that I’d watched having sex with two different women in the days before.
In my kitchen I put the kettle on to make a cuppa and slipped out of my wet bikini, drying my damp bits by replacing the bathrobe. My heart was still beating faster than it should have done, until I sat down on a kitchen stool and wondered if I’d dealt with Matt correctly. He was apparently a young man who often got his way with women, indeed a very confident guy. I even wondered that if I’d been in my twenties, whether I might have given in to his advances.
I tried to dismiss those idle thoughts when my pussy began to warm to the fantasy.
“I really am sorry Mrs Benson, I hope it won’t stop you using the pool.”
My heart stopped as I looked up to see Matt standing in the doorway to the patio.
“Fuck, Matt… Jesus, you made me jump.”
I stood up defensively as he stepped into the kitchen, I was aware that under my bathrobe I was naked, but at least Matt was now dressed in t-shirt and shorts.
“I just wanted to apologise again, I didn’t want to upset you.”
“I won’t tell your mum and dad, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I replied.
“Well, I wouldn’t want them to find out, but that’s not the reason, I just wanted to say sorry again.”
“I think we’ve said ‘sorry’ enough, so let’s forget it.” I tried to be dismissive.
But I was still slightly uneasy as Matt was seemingly not in any hurry to leave, in fact he stepped further inside so I quickly picked up my mug and went behind the breakfast bar to wash it up in the sink.
When he followed me, I began to panic because I was trapped.
“Anyway, you know why I kissed you earlier, ever since we moved in last…..”
I interrupted. “Look, stop there! I don’t want to know about your fantasies, I’m thirty odd years older than you, now excuse me, I’d like to get past.”
It was the moment of truth and when Matt stepped aside, I scurried past him quite expecting him to grab me on the way.
I went into the lounge, my heart was racing.
“I think you’d better go now, before this discussion goes any further.”
However Matt followed me and there began an unspoken game of me moving and Matt following, until I had to insist, “Look Matt! stop following me, I’ve got to get dressed, now just go back home.”
I watched as he turned, I thought to go, but he just sat himself down on a chair beside the table.
“Ok, I’ll go in a minute, I know I’ve been a pain, but I can’t help wishing you were nearer my age.”
“Hmmmmm, well I’m not,” I began to relax a bit and sat for a moment on the arm of the sofa, “you’re just a young guy whose hormones are in overdrive, like I said, you need a cold shower!”
I chuckled and stood up, and Matt stood up too. At last he was leaving, I was still keeping my distance, so when I stepped aside to let him go first he took me unawares when he grabbed me.
“NO MATT! C’mon now, let go!”
He’d taken me in almost a bear hug, with both arms around me, and lifting me on tiptoes. He pushed his face towards mine and made an attempt to kiss me on the mouth, but I drew my head to one side and his lips nuzzled my neck. It was impossible to do anything with my arms so all I could do was to kick my legs.
“Matt stop it, don’t be silly, let’s talk.”
Almost at the same time I felt myself being forced backwards and we tipped onto the sofa with Matt on top of me. As my body sank into the cushions, Matt’s mouth finally found mine, his tongue forcing its way between my teeth.
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