Avril had given me the confidence to go back out into the world. I wanted a lady companion again. I had recently joined the ranks of pensioners after I passed my sixty-fifth birthday so had so much more time now to look around. The local town had a Widows and Widowers Club, so I made my way there.

I was obviously in existence to give people who found themselves on their own the chance to find a second soul mate. I had been to three monthly meetings now and one lady who attracted me was beginning to relate to me. I plucked up the courage to ask her out for a meal. She accepted.

The date arrived and I picked her up from her home. We went to a nice pub that she had suggested. Her name was Pauline. About my height but reasonably slim and a nice bust that looked like it had well survived the passage of time. She was good company and we got on well through the evening. Her politeness and gratitude were evident.  Her choice of the place to eat was good and we had a lovely meal. I had been careful all evening and stayed on soft drinks while she had taken two glasses of white wine.

I drove her home and stopped outside her gate. “Would you come in for a coffee or something, Robert?”

“Thank you, that would be nice.”

We went in and she had a nice tidy home, all the usual memoirs, and photos. She showed me into the lounge and sat me on the two-seater settee.

“Excuse me, Robert, while I make a couple of coffees.”

She disappeared and eventually came back with two coffees and a plate of chocolate biscuits.

She put them down on the small table between the settee and an armchair. She sat herself in the armchair. Not what I was expecting.

We chatted some more until the time reached 10.30 pm, the coffee was gone as were the four chocolate biscuits. The conversation was faltering now, and Pauline eventually said.

“That was a lovely meal, Robert, nice company, and a lovely new friend. What time do you usually get to bed?”

“Usually between eleven and half past now I don’t have to get up in the mornings.”

I waited for the invitation that never came.

“Perhaps you ought to make your way home now then, it is well past half ten.”

“Yes you are right, I will get going, see you at Club next time, perhaps we can have another outing soon.

An outstretched hand to shake goodnight and I was gone.

Three outings and the end results were the same, coffee and a goodnight handshake.

I totted up what I had spent on the three meals for the two of us and realised that it was giving no rewards. I could have had Avril round a couple of times for the same money. I would have loved to have gone to bed with Pauline, but it was not to happen. She would have suited me, we could have cuddled and fondled and perhaps made out after a couple of attempts, but it was not on her agenda.

Mrs A would be with me next on Thursday, and I would ask for another appointment.

At coffee time, I asked her, “Would Avril be able to spare some time one evening soon?”

“Yes, I expect so, she has retrieved her panties from the laundry again now.”

I was desperate for another session.

“Would tomorrow be too soon?”

“No, that would be fine, about eight again?”

“Yes please.”

“Would you like me to trim up a bit, you know, down below?”

“No please, Avril, leave it as it is, I love your bush.”

No more was said, and she continued her work as always. She had been doing it long enough to know the routine well.

Friday evening came and my overall-clad cleaner drove to the door.

I welcomed her and she gave me a kiss.

“I thought a little bit different tonight, Robert, perhaps a bit longer.”

“That would be nice. I will go and get into bed.”

“Naked.” She called after I had started up the stairs.

She gave me time to get myself settled and then came up to the room. She had prepared everything before she had left yesterday.

I was expecting the same sort of outfit as before, but it was not so. She came to the room just as she had come through the front door. Cleaning overalls and slacks.

She started to undress, overalls, jumper and blouse off. Followed by slacks and tights. She now stood in the most delightful white bra and panties. She came close as she took off the bra and I reached up and fondled her full breasts. Then with her crotch close to my face, she took down the white panties to release that full bush of black hair.

Her round plump pussy lips were pouting from within the undergrowth.

She pulled the bedclothes off me and let them fall to the floor.

I turned onto my back and she just put one leg over me and sat on my body facing me.

Abundant pubic hair never seems to give up the smell of what has recently passed it and I found this a turn-on.

She raised herself up and I passed my arms between her legs, shuffled down the bed till she was able to cover my face with her pussy and bush.

It was bliss, her moist lips parted to let my tongue find its way between them. I sucked them into my mouth, and she began to flood. I relaxed and took a mouthful of hair and sucked on that as well.

With marksman-like accuracy, she covered my nose and mouth with her opened lips and I was tasting the very inside of her. I licked and sucked and drooled over her pussy. It was a mixture of sweet juice with a slight hint of wee. I found her large clitoris and pulled it into my mouth. Sucking on it so hard made it bigger and she squealed quietly. It felt so good in my mouth, rigid and taut.

I had to come up for air.

“Why don’t you get head to tail in the bed and I can deal with you,” she said.

I did so and we turned on our sides. She raised a leg to allow me to get back to her black cave and I felt her take my erect cock in her mouth. Gently at first was the movement of her tongue on my head. And then she took the whole of me into my mouth. The gentleness disappeared and she began to suck vigorously and move her mouth up and down my shaft.

What happened next was quite unexpected. She crossed her legs with my head between them and put me in a scissor lock, my mouth full in her pussy. She increased the tightness of the lock, and I was gasping for breath. She was weeping juice into my mouth like a torrent and her suction on my cock became almost painful. I felt any second, I would pass out and that would be that. What a way to go. What would the coroner say?

But I let go and my sperm shot into her mouth like a fountain, and she then relaxed her grip on my head, and I had to fight my way out for air. She carried on sucking me gently until I was soft, and all my seed had descended to her stomach.

We got ourselves right and lay side by side, regaining our breath.

“That was lovely, Robert. What a lover you are! There is a lucky woman waiting out there for you somewhere.”

She cuddled me to her and gave me a breast to suckle on. I fell asleep.

I did not wake until 9.00 am the next morning, Avril had gone, and her envelope had gone. I wondered, was it all an erotic wet dream?

Then I found the white panties on the pillow beside me.