The Orchard (Hazel The First Time)

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The Orchard (Hazel The First Time)(Hazel)(The First Time)According to my files, Mrs. Evans had lived on the estate for five years. She was married when she first moved there but her husband had passed away not long after and it was her that started the most sexually satisfying period of my entire life.About a week into the job, I got a text from Mrs. Evans’s saying that one of the drawers in her bedside cabinet was stuck fast and could I go round and have a look at it for her. As I’d got nothing else lined up and this would be my first chance to visit one of the tenants I said I be right there. When I got there and Mrs. Evans opened the door I had quite a surprise. There was no way she looked seventy years old. At the most I’d have put her in her her late fifties, earlysixties. She was about five and a half feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair that looked totally natural. She had a few wrinkles on her face but that was only to be expected and when she smiled at me they made her face look even prettier and even in the slacks and twin set she was wearing she appeared to have well preserved body.“Oh thank you for coming round so quickly Mike,” she said as she stood aside for me to enter, “I don’t know what it is. I can’t budge it. She showed me straight into the bedroom and when I checked the drawer she was right, it was well and truly stuck and I had to pull the cabinet away from the wall to see what the problem was. When I did, I could see what it was straight away, the drawer was well overloaded and there was a loop of wire hanging over the side of the drawer, jamming the runner. After I’d wiggled the wire about a bit, I went back to the front of the cabinet and gave the drawer a good hard tug and the whole thing flew out, spilling the contents out onto the floor.When I looked down at what had fallen out of it I got quite a surprise, my feet were surrounded by items of canlı bahis şirketleri underwear that definitely wasn’t the sort of things I’d associate with a seventy year old lady. It was a cock hardening selection of rather fetching bras, knickers and other sundry items of ladies undierwear. What was even more surprising though was what the wire that had caused to problem was attached to. It was thin lead with a small control box on one end and one of the biggest, most lifelike vibrators I’d ever seen on the other. It was a good ten inches long and really thick and I felt my own eight inch cock start to harden as I bent down and picked it up. Not that a seeing a cock gets me hard, but the thought of this elderly lady owning and using such a monster certainly did. The sexy underwear surrounding it only made things even worse and I soon found myself with a full blown erection.As I stood there, my mind filled with images of Mrs. Evans wearing some of the underwear or using the vibrator, I suddenly became aware that she was standing in the doorway watching me. Strangely though she didn’t seem at all phased that I’d discovered her little secret and just smiled at me. “You look shocked Mike,” she said, “I might be getting on, but I’ve still got my needs you know. Don’t you ever, errr, you know?” This was one of the weirdest situations I’d ever been in. A lady fifteen years my senior and that I’d only met less than half an hour before was openly asking me if I masturbated. She could obviously see I was uncomfortable and apologised. “I’m sorry Mike,” she said, “I didn’t mean embarrassed you. I’ve just made coffee, why don’t you come through to the lounge and I’ll pour us one. I’ll pick this lot up later.” While we sat drinking our coffees, Hazel told me she and her husband had moved a small block of retirement in town to look after her mother and when she’d passed away canlı kaçak iddaa they’d moved to the estate. She said that soon after they had, her husband had had a heart attack and she’d lived alone since then. After a while said she was going to pick the contents of the drawer up and said she wouldn’t be long and for me to help myself to more coffee if I wanted one. I did as she’d said and poured myself a second cup and sat waiting for her to come back. After around ten minutes I heard her call me, saying she needed help with something and, not thinking anything of it I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. As I opened the door I stopped dead in my tracks, Mrs. Evans was lying on the bed wearing one of the pairs of knickers that had fallen out of the drawer, a pale blue French style pair. She had the lacy strip between her legs pulled to one side and I could see, through the mirrored doors of the fitted wardrobe that ran along the wall at the bottom of the bed that she was stroking the tip of the vibrator that had caused the problem up and down through her cunt lips. Her legs were spread wide and I could see every intimate detail of what she was doing to herself and by the way she was groaning she was really enjoying it and for a moment I just stood there in an almost trance like state. She had her eyes closed but when she suddenly opened them I realised that if I could see her there was no doubt she could see me, a fact that was proved when she rolled onto her side to face me and smiled. “Don’t just stand there Mike?” she said, “come in. This is nice but it doesn’t come and I really miss the feeling of a real one coming inside me.” This was an invitation no red blooded male could refuse and I was no exception and quickly went and stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her.“Well Mike,” she said, “is yours going to be that real one?” I couldn’t believe canlı kaçak bahis what was hearing, a woman I’d known for less than an hour was telling me she wanted to feel my cock coming inside her. Of course it was a no-brainer and I quickly stripped off and she gasped when she saw my eight inch manhood bobbing up and down in-front of her. “Oh yes Mike,” she said, patting the bed beside her, “that looks like just what I need, bring it closer, I want to touch it.”I didn’t need telling twice and went and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment she just lay there staring at my rock solid erection then sat up, pushed me down onto my back and and wrapped her fingers round it, stroking them up and down it. “Oh God Mike,” she groaned, “it feels so hot, It’s years since I’ve felt anything like this.” I just lay there, my eyes closed, revelling in the mind blowing sensations she was sending through my body, as her fingers spread the beads of pre-cumm that were literally pouring from the tip of my cock, over my knob and shaft.Suddenly she got up and straddled me and I looked down to see my cock disappearing between her cunt lips as she lowered herself down onto it. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven as I felt her inner muscles massaging every inch of it as she took more and more inside her. Just a couple of minutes of this was all either of us could take and without warning, I came, pumping my load up into her obviously long neglected cunt. Her own orgasm came at the same time and she continued to ride me until it faded and she’d drained me of every last drop I had to give then got off and lay down beside me.“Oh Mike,” she said as she turned on her side and smiled me, “that was so good. It’s so long since I had an orgasm like that. Thank you Mike, thank you so much.” For a while she just lay there then looked at me again. “Mike,” she said, a hint of sadness in her eyes, “that was wonderful but do you mind if we call it a day for now? I haven’t felt anything like that for years and I really do need to rest.”Of course I was disappointed but I had the feeling that this was just the start of a long, intense relationship between us.

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