The Woman Across the Road

My parents annual holiday has been a cruise for as long as I can recall. In the beginning as a small kid, having everything there was on a ship was fun. As I got older it lost it's allure. I was dragged along for a while. By the time I was a teenager, I was allowed to choose between the cruise or staying with relatives. Between the devil and the deep blue sea. Neither appealed. I'm now nineteen and I've got a job. I was deemed old enough and responsible enough to stay at home. I'm no party animal. Truth be told I'm a bit of a loner. There was one stipulation, which mum made part of the deal. Glenda from across the road would come in and check on me. Glenda is one of those women you call auntie, even though we aren't related. Mum had given her a key, so she could appear at will. Mum was convinced that would stop me having wild parties. Not that I'd have had anyone to invite.

For the first couple of days, it went alright. I've a limited number of meals that I can cook, beans on toast and bacon and eggs. On Wednesday I got in from work and found Glenda waiting for me, sat on the sofa.

"Just popped in to see if you are doing OK."

"Mum wanted to make sure I hadn't wrecked the house."

"Something like that. Eating well?"

I gave her a rundown the previous two days.

"Can't have that. You need something more healthy."

She went into the kitchen, had a look through the cupboards, fridge and freezer. In little more than half an hour she'd made some pasta with a nice sauce. More than that, she'd made enough for the two of us.

I've never really had much to do with Glenda. Why would I? She lives on the opposite side of our street, a couple of doors down. She's been friendly with mum since we moved in. That must be more than ten years ago now. I don't really know anything about her. She lives alone. She's about ten years older than mum, so that would make her somewhere around fifty. Average looking but she seems to take decent care of herself. It was only now that I was really taking any notice of her.

I washed up and she dried, after dinner and we sat down with a cup of tea. Her opening gambit almost made me spill mine.

"Got any good porn? Not the Playboy and Mayfair stuff, all fake smiles and equally enhanced boobs. Stuff where you see it going in."

I just sat there open mouthed. I've got a couple of magazines but nothing like she wanted to see. I wouldn't even know where to find them.

"Come on. All young men have porn. You must be jacking off to something."

Where the hell did this come from. Mum never talked like this, thank god.

"Well?"

"I have some Fiestas."

"Reader's wives. I've been in them a couple of times."

Yeh, right. Whatever. I thought.

"Go on then, let's see."

I've no idea why, she has a sort of way about her but I actually went upstairs and came back down with the half a dozen I've got.

She held out her arms, so I handed them over. She flicked through, paying more attention to some sections than others. When she'd finished, she had some comments.

"The reader's letters are always entertaining. The wives pictures are better quality than they used to be, one for the ladies is as disappointing as ever. A limp cock is no use to anyone."

I must have been blushing.

"Poor lamb, too much for you, I'm sure."

She handed back the magazines and said she'd return the following day. That was just as worrying, if not more so. I was flummoxed. Smartly dressed middle aged ladies don't read porn. Those magazines are for men. How little I knew. I had a lot of strange thoughts. Some in that moment, that I wish I didn't but I couldn't shake them. That night in bed I had an erection, which at first I resisted touching. When I did it was Glenda who filled my thoughts. I came, imagining I was fucking her from behind, while she was stood at the cooker. I was sweating like I had a fever. I got back up and had another shower.

True to her word, Glenda came across the road as I arrived home from work. She had a couple of carrier bags with her. Indoors she unpacked one in the kitchen. The ingredients for a more healthy meal than I'd have managed. As before, she cooked, we sat and ate. Only when we were sat in the lounge did she unpack the other bag. Just a normal supermarket carrier bag but the contents were far from normal. Half a dozen small hardcore magazines and a couple of old Fiestas. She picked them up, opened them both at familiar pages.

There she was. Clearly her but taken some time ago. In one she was Shelly from the Midlands, naked but for stockings and suspenders, lounging on a bed, in three different poses. In the other she was Nicky from London, totally naked and squatting, somewhere in the countryside, front and rear views.

"Gorgeous wasn't I?"

What could I say to that. I wouldn't say gorgeous but certainly nice enough to raise an erection in almost any man.

"It's alright. No need to lie. Not even the best looking wife in those magazines but the tits aren't bad. Hairy was normal back then."

I was totally gobsmacked. I suppose, thinking about it logically, there have been decades worth of these magazines. There must have been thousands of women posing for the readers section. Chances are, that you will have been in a town where some of them live and the photos were taken. I just hadn't expected to live across the road from one. Nor had I ever thought of meeting an older woman with the kind of attitudes which Glenda was displaying. Was she showing off, trying to embarrass, or was there more to it? Again she left that unresolved.

"You can borrow them, go and beat your meat but I want them back."

Again she was gone. I flicked through the hardcore stuff. My first experience of it. Actually, I found the articles better than the pictures but I kept going back to the images of Glenda. Was it because I knew her, she was attainable, approachable? Just a normal woman but one who was happy to pose naked and talk about sex with a young man she barely knew. She was right, I wanked myself stupid but not looking at the hard stuff but looking at Glenda and thinking about what she would be like now. Her body shape, from what I could tell, wasn't that different, to how it had been.

Friday, is end of week drinks with the people I work with. I don't stay long, just one beer. As I was a little later, Glenda was already in the kitchen making our dinner. The pattern of the previous two days repeated itself. Although, with dinner, she'd brought a bottle of wine. Not really my thing. I drank a glass but she drank most of it.

"Bet you came plenty of times looking at me, didn't you?"

I could feel my face flushing.

"It's OK. I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't. I'll be more disappointed if you don't want the real thing."

Without any music, she stood up and began to dance in a really sensual way. It didn't take long for that to evolve into a striptease, just for my benefit. Slowly she removed her blouse, swung it around over her head, before letting go. It landed on one of mum's potted plants. Nice bra. Black, lacey and creating an impressive cleavage. I took what to me was a big chance and took out my phone. It might be my only chance. I briefly considered video but my hands were shaking, so opted for photos. She actually played up to it, pausing between moves in various poses. Skirt undone, skirt part way down, round her feet. I sucked in a deep breath at that point. Skimpy knickers, stockings, suspenders and even a garter, all matching her bra. Released from their confinement, her breasts sagged a little but not as much as I'd expected, based on the passage of time, since the last photos. Her hips gyrated before she removed what passed for knickers, really slowly.

"Get to see more than in the old days. More fashionable like this." She said pulling at the skin of her groin.

By like this she meant shaved. It certainly is if you surf the web. Which I do fairly frequently. Although, I think there's still a place for magazines. Something lasting, not as fleeting as a bunch of pixels. Something tactile.

"Go on then. One for this lady You better not be limp after all this."

This was heading in a good direction. I put down my phone. Unlike her striptease, I just got undressed as quickly as I could. While I did, she bent over, legs straight and a decent width apart. That was a fucking amazing view. She stood, having taken her phone from her handbag. I was already as hard as a rock. If I hadn't been, that last view would have done the trick and she knew it.

"Nice." was her comment.

She took several pictures.

"Just for me. They won't publish, not with it sticking up like that. We'll have to do something about it."

It took her no more than a second or two to take hold of my cock. The copious amount of fluid was coating her hand as she rubbed up and down.

"Go on then." She said.

Hoping I'd guessed right, I lifted one of her boobs and began sucking on her nipple. My other hand went between her legs. She might be getting on a bit but she was as wet as me, maybe more so. My fingers were soaking and she was breathing really hard. She let go of my cock. I was about to move when she wrapped her arms around me, her knees buckled. I felt her weight dragging downwards.

"The first of many." She said.

I'd only just cottoned on to the fact that she'd cum. No screaming, no loud noises, just heavy breathing and movements of her body. A minute later she eased herself away from me. She knelt down and rested her elbows on the cushion of mum's favourite armchair. She knew what she was doing.

"Come on then. Don't keep me waiting."

It might be a strange situation but a woman, no matter how old, bent over and wanting to be fucked doesn't happen every day. Actually, it's never happened to me before. I did as she asked. I got down behind her and with the aid of my fingers my knob entered her warm sticky hole. I won't lie, even knowing she's almost as old as my granny, it felt incredible. I pushed in and she moved back to meet me. Nice bum for an older lady. Initially, I had my hands on her hips but I wanted something more exciting. I reached round and found her breast swinging. I got my palms underneath them and I could feel her nipples, hard against my skin. She shifted one of her arms and a hand was between her legs. I kept banging away but not for long. She came again and I couldn't hold back. With a series of really hard jerks I came, perhaps harder than I ever had before. I was about to pull out.

"Stay."

I was incapable of continuing my thrusts but she didn't need them. Even though I wasn't helping she came again. This time, more vocal.

"HA HA HA HUUUURH...... That one's for you Flora."

I couldn't help laughing, that made the sensations I was feeling on my knob almost painful. Flora is my mother and we'd done it over her chair.

I fell backwards onto the floor. She turned saw me, got up went straight for her phone. I covered up with my hands. She smiled, so I gave her what she wanted.

"How long?" She asked.

"Six and a half inches."

"Before you're good for more, silly."

"About twenty minutes."

"Time for a cuppa."

I lay on the floor watching her exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked to the kitchen. If fucking an older woman from our street wasn't strange enough, sat naked on the sofa in our living room, drinking tea was like something from The Twilight Zone. Her mouth, still warm from the last mouthful of her drink, took my cock inside and sucked. I still know very little about her. One thing I was now learning, she gives fantastic blow jobs. She was testing the waters and with blood flowing, my body answered.

"Let's keep things fair." I said.

She followed me to dad's desk. I spun the chair round and sat down. It was like she was reading my mind. Facing me, legs wide, she sat on my lap, her breasts squashed against my chest. This time I could barely move but she was up to the task rising and falling slightly on my cock. So close together were we, there wasn't room for a sheet of paper between our pubic bones. It actually meant that with a bit of careful movement, she could bring herself off against me. The more gentle pace meant I lasted longer and meant that she came twice. This position meant I had plenty of time to get my hands acquainted with her buttocks. The manipulation I was giving her flesh was what took me over the top. The chair on it's four casters shifted backwards against the desk as I came.

She dressed and went home with a massive smile on her face. I'm sure I must have looked the same. As a parting gesture she invited me over for lunch on Saturday. At a guess we wouldn't be eating much, other than each other. Who'd have thought it? Something which initially didn't sound promising at all had turned into a massive thrill. It was probably for the best, that I was going there. I'd already started trying to work out how comfortable it would be in my single bed. I didn't really fancy doing it in my parents one, even if that would have given Glenda a real kick.

I'd had more sex in a couple of days, than I'd had in the last six months and by the sound of it I was going to get a whole lot more, before my parents arrived home, on Monday. No masturbation. I needed to summon up all of my strength. I was like a kid, the night before Christmas. I barely slept, not an ideal preparation. It took a lot of strong black coffee in the morning to pep me up.

Just before twelve Glenda welcomed me to her house. I've only ever been inside with my parents. Invites to afternoon tea and drinks around Christmas. So, I've only ever been into the living room. Just like our house, the living room is at the front, behind it is the dining room and next to that the kitchen. Glenda had set up a nice lunch in the dining room. Better than anything I could prepare. Lunch meant cheese sandwiches if I had to feed myself. I'd brought her magazines back. I got the impression, that she wouldn't have minded if I'd kept them longer. When we'd eaten, she wanted to talk, rather than to drag me into bed.

"You've probably got a lot of questions." She asked.

"A few."

"Go on then. You'll have worked out that I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Have you ever been married."

"A good start. Yes. Ed was crazy. A total thrill seeker. He was killed in a motorbike race."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It was long enough ago, it's not as raw as it once was. We were a good match. I'm not your normal old lady. It was him who took the pictures for the magazines."

"Nobody else in your life?"

"Not like that. Nobody I'd want to marry. Doesn't mean that I haven't shared my bed with a few. You can't be like me and not need to fuck."

"Why me?"

"You're nice looking and young men never turn it down, no matter what you look like..... I suppose some might but I think I look good enough."

"Sure do. Do you talk like this with everyone?"

"God no. Just a few close friends."

That got me thinking. As far as I could tell, one of her best friends was my mother. She probably picked up on my pause and furrowed brow.

"Don't worry, I won't tell her." She said.

I suppose she didn't want to sour her friendship, so that made sense. She must have thought, that we'd done enough talking, at least for now. She stood up and went towards the hallway.

"Coming?"

I definitely was. I hurried after her. In her bedroom we were naked in seconds. We'd really just fucked up to this point. She got me onto the bed, laid on my back. Kneeling beside me she took my already erect cock in her hand and then into her mouth. Inch by inch her body moved, while continuing to suck my knob. Eventually, she'd moved enough to cock her leg over me and lower her pussy onto my mouth. This was amazing. I'd never even got a blowjob before. My oral attempts weren't reciprocated by anyone I've been with. Until now. Not only did I have my cock in a woman's mouth, I had a pussy to tongue at the same time. The mental picture it painted for me was too much and all too quickly I shot my load into her mouth. She didn't protest or complain. She carried on licking and sucking as my body jerked repeatedly. After several minutes, I felt her moving more upright as I continued to lick at her pussy and probe her clit with my tongue. It was enough, just about, to get her off.

I thought she'd move, get off me but she remained. She wanted more and the length of time she stayed there, meant a whole lot more. I was flagging a bit by the time she'd cum for the fourth time. However, as a consequence I could feel my cock throbbing. Obviously pleased with what I'd done for her, she did something totally unexpected, before I'd even realised what was going on. She flipped round, squatted over my cock and sank down. It was only when I looked down the bed and saw her gaping pussy, that I realised she'd taken me in her arse.

"Bet nobody has done that for you." She said.

I couldn't speak. The sensation was exquisite, warm, tight. Her movements, the control she was exerting and the thought of my first anal, meant it didn't last long. Her look of surprise as I thrust upwards, almost as marked as mine when she'd first taken my cock in. She gave me time, before she put her hands back on the bed and I watched as my cock emerged from her bum.

How do you go back from all of this? The opening of Pandora's box. Forgive the pun but everything with anyone else would be an anticlimax. There didn't seem to be anything she wouldn't do.

She rolled off me, sat up and pulled hip flask from her her bedside drawer. She unscrewed the top, took a swig and offered it to me. I took a big mouthful. Whisky. It burned the back of my throat. I coughed.

"Easy." She said.

Simple to say, more difficult to relax in the circumstances. Sex with her was like nothing I've ever experienced or could even have contemplated. It was only late on Saturday afternoon.

"Need to keep your strength up." She said pulling on a shiny silk robe.

She went to the wardrobe, flicked through a few hangers, pulled out a man's cotton robe, tossing it to me. I pulled it on and we went downstairs. She made us a light supper and afterwards we sat in the lounge. She poured me a beer and some wine for herself.

"Full of surprises, aren't I? Not to mention full of cum."

Her timing was terrible. I snorted a mouthful of beer out of my nostrils. All she did was laugh.

We had soak in the bath, the first time I've ever been in the tub with anyone else. I spent the night. We fucked twice more, a bit more conventional this time.

After breakfast she packed me off home, telling me to be ready for a trip out after lunch. I don't drive and I'd never seen her in a car either. So I wondered where we were going.

Changed and fed, yet another cheese sandwich, I went and knocked on the door. Glenda appeared carrying a small holdall. I followed her down the street and round the corner to a lock up. She took a key and undid the huge padlock.

"Help me with the doors will you, they're heavy."

I dragged one and she struggled a bit more slowly with the other. I might not drive but I know cars. Inside was a pristine looking AC Cobra. Glenda put the bag in the boot and climbed into the drives seat.

"Shut the doors and lock up when I've got her out."

She turned on the the ignition and fired it up. In the confines of the garage the sound was deafening. She pulled out and I closed the doors and fastened the padlock. Sat in the passenger seat she pulled away.

"Beauty isn't she? Ed's pride and joy. I just couldn't bear to part with her."

Everyone we passed turned to look. Either in awe at the sight or stunned by the sound.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

It turned out to be a lane in the middle of the countryside. I turned to look at her, as she turned off the car.

"Remember the Fiesta picture? s Time for another go."

She pulled the bag out of the boot and we climbed over a gate. I can't say that I recognised the location but with the passage of time must have changed a lot. What hadn't changed, she pulled out the same blanket she'd been posing on. She also set up a tripod. It definitely wouldn't have been the same camera, what she had now looked new, digital. What I'd seen was definitely film.

She'd come dressed for the occasion. I stood and took more than a dozen pictures, lingerie and naked. Several trying to replicate what had been published years before. At her insistence we swapped places. Out in the open, exposed, so to speak, I had no trouble maintaining a limp dick.

"Several for the ladies there." She said.

She wasn't joking either. She wasn't done. She wanted a reprise of the last time she'd been here. Kneeling on the blanket, I fucked her hard from behind, my hands pulling on her shoulders.

She took the long way home, enjoying a rare drive out in the car. That was it for a while.

My parents returned. They'd had a good time but I bet not as good as me. Not that I was going to tell them that. Glenda came round to return the key mum had given her. Mum keen to make sure I'd caused no trouble.

"No, he's been great." Glenda said.

Maybe a month later she came round one evening to see mum. While mum went to make some tea, She took a brown envelope from her bag and handed it to me.

"Best hide that." She said.

While she drank tea with mum, I went up to my room.

A copy of Fiesta. There I was naked for all to see, listed as Jock from Scotland. A couple of pages later three pictures of Joy from Wales, or Glenda from across the road.

She appears at the door, once every few weeks, to ask mum if she can borrow me, for something. Getting boxes from the loft, cutting the grass. She never seems to run out of excuses. I don't care what subterfuge she uses, we end up in her bed, on the floor, on the dining table or anywhere else she feels like doing it.