George was Bored

George was bored

George was in the shop, newsagents and general stuff for dinner.

He had retired a while back. He had moved house, downsizing it was called, apparently.

He could have gone to Spain or France but he was a home boy, not much for travelling.

He was wealthy, did well and sold his business.

His wife had left years earlier, citing his love of work over his love of her.

He didn't argue, that was not his style.

Where he lived was nice but not ostentatious.

He fitted in with the locals.

Today at the shop he had seen an advert in the shop window,

Sort of a lollipop man, a road crossing operator.

He applied and got the job.

He didn't really want the money but if he refused people would start to notice and he preferred. To keep a low profile.

He would work all year round, not just school holidays as it was a local initiative for safety.

George started on Monday. And it poured with rain.

He got soaked.

But he also got to talk to lots of people. Nobody hung around, it was too wet for that.

By Friday he was still turning up, still smiling and chatting, still helping the less mobile across the road.

"Why are you so happy?"

A young woman asked him.

"Because I am doing something useful and it keeps me occupied."

"Well I have seen you every day this week and you are always wet."

"Thank you for the compliment. My wife used to say the same thing until she ran away with a nere do well."

The women laughed.

"What's one of them?"

"A waster, a con man."

"Oh I married one of them, maybe he ran off with your wife."

George chuckled.

"Poor husband."

"That's not what I would call him."

"No, I suppose not, I am sorry."

"My name is Sara."

"My name is George."

They nodded and Sara walked away.

"Hello George, how are you?."

"Fine, thanks. Did you notice it didn't rain at the weekend, when I wasn't here."

She laughed.

"So where were you?"

"Saturday, some shopping then I went for a long walk. Sunday I did another walk but no shopping. How about you?"

"Nothing much, mostly at home watching television. Really boring to tell the truth."

George hesitated before speaking again.

"You could come with me next weekend if you wanted."

Sara looked at him. There was a huge age difference, they would not like the same things but something to do out of her flat.

"Yes please, but it would have to be cheap because I don't have much money."

George quickly thought. He would not mention money.

"That's grand, have you stout walking shoes or boots?

"What size are you? I will see if I can get some second hand."

"Oh no, nothing like that."

OK Leave it with me.

George went out and bought boots, socks and a waterproof coat.

He gave them to Sara, refusing money, saying they were second hand, even though they both knew from looking at them that they were brand new.

They set off on their walk. Nothing strenuous, really just idling along country lanes.

They stopped at a bench and George produced chocolate bars.

"How many more surprises have you in that bag of yours?"

George laughed.

"Water prof trousers, if it rains."

Sara shook her head, he really was a boy scout.

"What family do you have?"

Sara stopped breathing. When she told him he would walk away, she was sure of that.

" Two young girls and one old mother."

"If I had known we could have brought them with us.

George, I am talking about three additional people to fit out with clothes. I would never be able to afford that."

George took a deep breath.

"I could afford to help, it helps me as well as I am a bit lonely."

He hoped that would justify him spending money, without expecting any return.

"What did you want me to do in return?"

"Nothing, I have a great time talking to you, I am having a great time this morning, I don't want anything else."

Sara looked at him, they were still sitting on the bench and she turned.

"I will be honest with you. When we started talking I was hoping that you would want to take me to bed."

George did a double take.

"Sara, I am twice your age."

She smiled.

"Actually my mum says she would like to meet you as well. She didn't specify sex but I think she wants it too."

George wasn't really a sexual man. He had not sought out Sara for that.

They started walking again, both deep in thought. Sara worried that she was about to lose the nicest man she had met in ages.

George was worried. Did Sara and her mother think he was a gold mine? He liked Sara.

."How would it work?"

"What about having sex with me and my mum?"

"Probably different days. One of us looks after the children, the other one visits you"

"OK."

Sara laughed. It was probably the least romantic proposal she had ever heard. But she knew it was essentially George.

After they finished their walk, they had lunch. Sara told him he didn't need to take her to lunch, but she was secretly delighted he had.

"See you in a while."

George understood what that meant.

He went home and showered, brushed his hair, brushed his teeth, fidgeted with the cushions, decided to change the bedding in both bedrooms even though he knew they would only use one. He tried to read, tried to listen to the radio, tried watching TV. Nothing could calm his nerves

Sara eventually turned up even though it was only six o'clock..

But George was in agony.

"Sara, I have to tell you, I haven't had sex in five years."

"Oh, my gap is longer than that, more like eight years and my mum is likely ten or more."

It calmed George a bit but not much.

Sara took control.

She took off her coat, she took off her shoes. George's eyes were fixed on her. She took off her top. She stood in her bra, letting him see her. She pushed down her jeans. She stood for a moment in her panties. He was staring, she was pleased.

"Your turn."

George tried. His hand shook, Sara came to help

.

He was naked and erect. Sara looked down and smiled.

"Pleased to see me. He nodded, and couldn't speak.

She took his hand and started up the stairs, she stopped on the landing. She had never been there before and had no idea which room he used.

"Either room, I have one for you and one for your mum."

The thought shook her and she felt something move through her, excitement.

George opened the door. Sara went in and he followed.

She sat on the end of the bed, he joined her. They kissed. He raised a hand to touch her. She shivered but smiled.

George suddenly moved onto automatic. All the moves came back, all the things he had done with his wife and Sara had things she did.

Within minutes they were both breathing hard, both excited, both delighted and then both connected. George had eased his cock into her and Sara had fallen back and let him pump away at her.

He was different from what she remembered of her husband, and that pleased her no end.

"Hello, I am Lizza."

George smiled.

"I can see a family resemblance."

"You mean we both have big tits."

George laughed out loud.

He had never met Sara's mum and didn't know what to expect.

"Come in."

"And take my clothes off?"

George gasped..

"Sara told me that's what you did."

George acknowledged that was what had happened.

Liza smiled.

"We know where we stand."

She started undressing.

"Sara said you gave her a good seeing to."

George was taken aback.

"Did she tell you everything?"

"Oh yes, she was so delighted, she gave me chapter and verse.."

Liza was now down to panties.

"What do you think, not bad for an old girl?"

George had to agree. Not bad at all.

Off came the panties. Hairy pubs but George was not concerned about that.

"Come on, your turn, show me your cock. I didn't tell Sara but I used to love sucking cock. More than just my husband's as well"

George's cock reacted.

He undressed. He stood naked.

"How old are you?."

"Seventy three.

"Not bad at all."

George felt like he was in the farmers market and Lizz was weighing him up for prime beef.

"Shall we go upstairs or do you want to sit here?"

"Upstairs please."

"Oh, Sara says you are very polite."

"Is there anything you haven't discussed with Sara?"

"Not much, but giving blow jobs is my secret, and you had better not tell her"

George nodded.

He opened the bedroom door.

"This is your room."

"Oh, am I staying the night.?"

"You are most welcome to."

Liza had looked around the house as they came upstairs.

"Did you do the decorating?"

"No, I got two men to do that."

"That is costly."

George wasn't sure where this was going.

He said nothing and waited.

Liza knelt down and leaned in close.

She took hold of his cock.

She looked up at him and smiled.

He was hard, anticipation and her warm hands.

She bent lower and took him in her mouth.

Liza started her play, she was good, George didn't have that much experience of being sucked, but Liza was getting him going.

She stopped.

"Pull my hair."

That surprised him but he did as he was told.

She was now even more vigorous.

All he could see was the top of her head bobbing up and down.

He could feel that his cock and balls were reacting to her good owrk/

He spoke.

"I can feel."

What he felt was an explosion of sperm more than he ever remembered before

She had swallowed it all, he never saw any.

His balls were contracted and his heart was alive.

Liza looked at him.

"Did you see the house next door is for sale?"

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