On the dot of ten the next morning, I was surprised to see a Bentley roll up to the front door of our house. I went down the few steps as the driver got out and opened the rear door for me.
'Mr. Randolph I presume,' a statement rather than a question. 'My name's Trevor,' he said.
'Yes. Thank you,' I said as I got into the back of this luxurious car feeling inadequately dressed for such a vehicle, jeans and T shirt.
It was only a ten minute drive from our house to that of Sheila, but it was much bigger in about three acres of ground. A gravel drive up to the three storied Victorian style building, finding out later that the grounds were looked after by a company specialising in this kind of maintenance.
Mrs Justin-Forbes was waiting at the top of the steps as the car pulled up, again finding out later that there were sensors at the gate to warn the house that visitors were arriving.
'Good morning Mrs Justin-Forbes,' I said as I got out from the car, the door being held open by Trevor.
'Good morning Randolph, and drop the Mrs bit. You can call me Shelia,' she said, giving me that lovely smile again. 'Thank you Trevor,' she said, turning to him. 'We'll have coffee on the patio before we start work.'
'Yes ma-am,' he said closing the door as she turned and went up and into the house with me following her, seeing her bum sway from side to side in the tight blue trouser pants she was wearing. This was topped off with a white blouse and a blue neckerchief. I followed her through the hall and on to the back of the house and out onto the patio where a table and four chairs were placed and she stood by one of the chairs. Knowing my manners, quickly moved forward and pulled one chair out for her to sit down and got a nice smile in exchange.
At least the erection I got at noticing that she had full breasts and wasn't wearing a bra, didn't show with me wearing jeans. But I still quickly sat down opposite her as we waited for the coffee to appear. It wasn't long before a large tray was brought out by another female and placed on the table.
'This is Anne,' she said to me, 'and this is Randolph, my guest.'
She bobbed me a curtsey as I half struggled to stand up at the greeting.
'Sir,' she said before she turned and went back into the house.
'A pretty thing don't you think?' Sheila said to me as she started to pour out the coffee.
'Ye?yes,' I stammered, 'but not as pretty as you.' Then blushed at the temerity of my words.
'Why thank you Randolph. It's been a long time since anyone has said that about me,' giving me that smile again, making me squirm on the chair I was sitting. She had finished pouring out our coffee and now leaned back in her chair and I could clearly see the nipples of her breasts pushing out the front of her blouse. 'You must also be the most handsomest man I've seen since my husband died.' Again I blushed, not only at what I had said but the fact that she had called me a man when I was still only sixteen years of age.
'Now I think we'll start with the attic. I think I've ever only been up there once, and that was before my husband died,' she said.
'When?when did you husband pass away?' forgetting that I'd already been told the time frame.
'Eighteen months ago, but he didn't just pass away. He died in a helicopter crash when visiting one of the oil rigs. He was a principal director of the company and it was a sad loss his death, along with four other members of the company. But I've since come to terms with it, and, as the saying goes, life still goes on.' Again I got that bewitching smile before she finished her coffee. 'So let's make a start,' she said as I put down my empty cup.
We went back into the house and climbed up to the top floor and then another narrow staircase to the loft. It was gloomy inside only having two rather grubby windows set into the roof. These she had me open before we started the job of seeing to the massive amount of boxes, trunks and other paraphernalia that cluttered the place.
'God what a mess. Look at how filthy everything is,' she said, surveying this large area under the eaves. In that she was right. Dust covered everything and knew that we were going to get rather dirty in just moving the stuff, but we started anyway.
First we cleared an area so that we could place items to be kept and those that would be disposed of before we began the task of checking the contents of each box.
For three hours we laboured at this task, me having taken off my T shirt at the start, now had my upper torso covered in dirt and grime. Her blouse was no longer white, neither was her face. This was covered in smudges of dirt and dust as were her trousers.
'That's enough for today,' she said, straightening up, wiping her forehead again, making it dirtier still. 'Tomorrow we'll get that lot,' indicating the items for disposal, 'down and out of the house to give us a bit more room. Let's go and get cleaned up and have something to eat and drink.' Now that I agreed with and helped her down the narrow staircase and we went down another two floors and found myself on the inside of her bedroom.
'God! Look at the mess I'm in,' she said, facing a full length mirror attached to a wardrobe door, her hands running down the front of her blouse making her breasts be clearly outlined by the movement. 'You look just the same.' I looked down at my chest and saw that she was right. 'The bathroom's through there. Go and have a shower and I'll find a few clothes that you can change into.'
I went through the only other door in the bedroom and into a bathroom that was twice the size of ours at home. A large Jacuzzi style corner bath filled one corner with a huge shower cubicle in another. The bathroom also had the usual toilet bowl and bidet as well as a large marble top that had two basins sunk into it below one huge mirror with lights either side.
The T shirt I had left in the bedroom and so only to take of my boots, socks and jeans. I didn't wear underpants. Naked, I padded across the carpet and into the shower cubicle and turned on the taps. What a blessed relief it was to have the cold water spray over my body and start to wash the dirt and dust off my chest.
What a shock I got when a pair of hands suddenly came onto my shoulders and felt a pair of breasts press against my back.
'What a lovely body you've got Randolph,' came Sheila's soft voice behind me. I moved forward in surprise and turned half-way round to see her standing there in the cubicle with me, naked as the day she'd been born. Her tits still firm and full with the nipples standing out hard like little nuts. Her waist was trim and her hips not very wide and there was the patch of downy hair between her thighs. Just this quick overlook of her body gave me an instant erection and I quickly turned away, hoping that she had not seen how the sight of her naked body had turned me on.
But she had seen the effect she'd had on me for she grasped my arms and pulled me back round to face her, water now streaming down between us.
'And you've got the right accoutrements to go with the fine physique that you have,' her hands now running down over the muscles of my arm and finished up with one hand holding my erection and the other, cupping my balls. I was actually trembling at having this woman who was the same age as my mother, holding me in this fashion as well as being naked with me in the shower.
In spite of the cold water that was still running down both our bodies, I felt my face feel as though it was burning at this contact I was having with a naked woman.
'I?I?.' stammering as I tried to find words to say in this situation I found myself in
'Don't say anything,' she said in a low voice as she let go of my private parts, well they were once, and put her arms up under mine and pulled me close so that our naked bodies met, my up and hard cock now getting squashed between us. 'Just kiss me.'
My hands automatically went up and round her back as she lifted her face to me and I kissed my first woman. Her lips were as soft as a marshmallow and I found that I enjoyed that kiss. Not a mashing kind of kiss but more of firm pressure of the lips and was surprised by her again at the insistent pressure of her tongue against my lips. They opened and I had her tongue then pushing against my teeth which moved apart and had that exquisite sensation of our two tongues touching each other. This was what I believed was called a French kiss, with both mouths open and the tongues talking to each other.
When we broke off the kiss, both panting, I saw that her eyes were really shining and I'm sure that my look was one of amazement as well as bewilderment.
'Now turn round and let me wash this dirty back I'm feeling,' she said, and it was some relief to not having my cock squashed between our bodies for it had been getting a little painful. I then wondered with her holding me there and the fact that she was naked as I was, was, or would she be wanting us to go a bit further.
My mind was in a whirl and my cock was really throbbing and she made it worse by turning me round and washing me between my legs. I was going through all kinds of bodily agony with her washing my front and even more so when she had me wash her. Her tits big and full and I even had her hand press mine as I washed them, feeling the nipples up as hard little rocks.
It was just as bad when we stepped out of the shower and began to dry each other on a big fluffy towel and I had to stop her from paying too much attention to my throbbing cock.
'This is your first time with a naked woman then Randolph?' she asked of me. I could only nod my head in agreement. 'Then let's make it one you will always remember.' She took my hand and led me out into the bedroom and over to the bed where she pushed me down and got on herself. It was her that had to make the right moves for I wasn't at all sure at how I should respond in this seduction of me into the realms of manhood.
I let her take charge and didn't resist when she pulled me over so that I had to lie up on top of her, feeling her legs part and letting me slip down in between them.
'Move up onto your elbows,' she said. 'You're squashing me.'
This I did, feeling my cock now down between her thighs.
'Okay. Your time has come to become a man, now fuck me.'
Her arms came up round my back and almost pulled me into her, my cock now sliding up alongside her inner thighs and I felt the heat and wetness of her sex and the glory I felt as the head of it entered her. From that point on I didn't need telling what to do as nature took over and I pushed myself forward and fully entered her. The heat from her inner body was incredible and I felt her internal muscles grip, or try to do so as I easily slid in till our pubes met.
'You really are a big boy,' she breathed out, our faces just inches apart. 'Now become a big man.'
This I did and I fucked her there on her bed.
I didn't last long in that first coupling of our bodies, ramming away as I bounced on top of her, moving my cock in and out as I fucked this lovely woman beneath me. As I said, it wasn't long before I was humping away at her as I came, shooting my load up into her, gasping and almost crying out as each thrust sent out more seed from my balls. But like all good things, they end too soon and I almost collapsed on her when I'd finished spending myself inside her. Panting as though I'd just done a four minute mile, I was just able to hold myself up from falling completely on top of her. She too was panting heavily, her chest rising up at quite a pace, her hard nipples pressing themselves to my chest.
'For a first time that was bloody good,' she gasped as our bodies stopped moving except for our heaving chests. 'Believe me, the next time will be even better now that you've finally got your rocks off and proved yourself as a man.'
This last statement boosted me up no end and almost preened at this minor accolade. But I still felt that I needed a rest and so moved myself and felt her internal muscles trying to hold me as I slipped out of that lovely warmth. She gave out a small cry as I did so and was quick to push me over onto my back which was something of a relief to ease my body flat down on the bed.
But she surprised me again by kissing me on the mouth, a quick one at that before she moved down the bed and took my still hard cock into her mouth. I couldn't help but give out another groan as my cock was again surrounded by heat, but with the added touch of her tongue moving over and round the head as she sucked any juices left inside me as well as taking in some of hers. It was a lovely finishing touch to our coupling and had no hesitation at kissing her when she slithered back up my body and into my arms. The fact that her lips and mouth had just had just been on the head of my cock, made no difference to the pleasure she had just given me.
She then rolled onto her side and into the crook of my arm and pulled up my hand and placed it on one of her tits and pressed down, encouraging me to mould my fingers round and into the full flesh there. As I did this, her own hand kept running up and down my arm as well as the side of my chest and waist.
In between the kisses she kept giving me, she didn't stop saying at how much she had loved having me inside her. More so in the fact that I was the first man, her words, to have entered her since the loss of her husband, and was pleased at the choice that she had made. Again, these words bucked me no end. Though in reflection, it should have been me saying a thank you to her for taking me into the delights of having sex with a woman.
What with me playing with her breasts in between kisses and the fact that her free hand was fondling my prick and balls, I was once again coming up to a full erection and wanting her again.
'Within half an hour and you're ready again,' she breathed out. 'You really are one randy fucker. Randy! That's what you are, and so I'm going to call you Randy from now on. Not Randolph, but Randy. So let's put it back where it belongs for you should be able to last a bit longer than the first time.'
She was right of course. I was able to go on a bit longer. I moved up onto my knees and got between her open legs and quickly buried my cock in as far as I could and for the next two minutes, strived to get it further inside as I fucked her for the second time. Only there was a slight difference.
I was on my knees with my cock throbbing away inside her as I moved it in and out, my hands now up under her arms to hold her shoulders to pull her down to my upward thrusts.
'Hold?hold back? for as?long as?you can,' she gasped in our fucking mode. 'I'm nearly there.' I didn't then, understand what she was saying, but I do now. She was approaching an orgasm and wanted me to hang on so that we could both come together at the same time. Over the next few years, she taught me an awful lot about how to please a woman in bed.
But that was later as I now kept on my humping of her, trying my hardest to hold back my own ejaculation until she said I should let go. It wasn't that long before she began to bounce herself beneath me, trying as I thought, to unseat me liking a bucking bronco. It was only afterwards that I realised that she was approaching her orgasm and it was only when she cried out did I know what it was all about.
'Now Randy! Now! Fuck me harder!' she almost shouted out, and I really pushed myself into her as hard as I could, letting go the sperm that had been fighting to get out for the last half minute. She was bucking me up and down as I still kept moving inside her until I started coming inside her and felt her give out one big shudder and a muted scream as her body arched in a stiff position as her hips kept pushing up to mine.
It was that extra bit of warmth that seemed to flow round my cock that told me that this was what was known as a woman having an orgasm through sex. Did her orgasm, if it coincided with my sperm being released, prevent my sperm from reaching where it was supposed to go? Did it nullify the purpose of semen from entering her womb for her to conceive?
Shit! I said to myself. What if I got her pregnant? But this fear she allayed later by telling me that she had been on the pill from the first moment she had laid eyes on me. She had wanted me to become her lover when she saw me stride across the lawn covered it the leaves and debris of our little wood. But this, like most of her thoughts, I didn't know until much later.
Suffice it to say, I was the one to give her the first orgasm since her husband, and that had been over eighteen months ago. It appears that this was the time she shed her widow weeds. Anyway, this didn't stop her from moving down the bed again and taking me into her mouth and sucking on me again till I was fully clean of both our juices.