'I wonder if I should dress like this with the young people around on the farm,' she thought.
She put two of the garments into the suitcase as well as her regular day wear. She decided she would dress how she wanted to in front of the others, she would just wear panties. Before they departed for the farm she decided she would shop for some nicer, briefer underwear, something that younger ladies would wear.
As she packed she heard the postman on his motor scooter pull up to the letter box at the front gate. She loved to get mail, especially as it was the holiday season and cards and letters arrived from friends and relatives. Leaving her chore she left the house and walked down the path to the front gate. This was the limit of her boldness wearing only the sarong. She glanced around, there was no one to see her as she lifted the lid on the mail box and retrieved six envelopes. As she walked back towards the house she flicked through the mail and noted the return addresses on each one.
Evelyn reached the step into the hallway and stopped. One envelope was thicker than the other letters and had no return address. She didn't recognize the hand writing either. She tore the end off the mystery item and two cards with tablets in blister packs fell to the floor. She stooped and picked them up.
'Oh my gosh,' she whispered to her self when she read the label. ' Viagra.'
She opened the envelope and found a prescription and a handwritten note.
It read,
'Hi Ev and Henry, Dave managed to procure you some samples. Please read the instructions before you try them. There is a 'script you can fill if you think they are worthwhile. I can't wait to see you both next week, this is going to be one of the best Christmases ever. Love and best wishes, Tess.'
Evelyn instantly felt a moistening tingle between her legs. She took the mail through to the kitchen and poured herself a cold lemonade. She sat down at the table and sipped her drink while she read the instructions on the pack. She and Henry had been having sex fairly regularly, maybe three times a week recently. They had watched some pornographic movies together also.
Evelyn had surprised herself, she enjoyed some of them. She especially enjoyed having one playing while Henry screwed her. It just added to her stimulation watching large cocks penetrating women while she had Henry thrusting into her pussy. Again she felt her pussy tingle.
Their love life was better now than it had been for twenty-years. But Henry still fretted that sometimes he couldn't get an erection and at other times his cock went soft during sex. Evelyn put the tablet packs back into the envelope and slipped it behind the bread bin. She would surprise Henry after dinner with this little gift from Tess and Dave.
Evelyn knew she would have a hard time concentrating on the rest of the afternoons tasks. She decided to have a cool bath and that her and Henry would eat out at one of the riverside establishments tonight. Then they would come home and she would surprise Henry with the Viagra.
'We could watch a movie on the internet after he swallows it and that would fill in the hour for the tablet to take effect,' she thought.
She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature then untied the knot in the material above her breasts. As it dropped to the floor she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She turned sideways and inspected herself as the water ran. She had been dieting, not strictly, but she felt she could improve her figure a little with diet and exercise. She was starting to see a difference in herself.
Turning back she now looked at her pussy. She liked the way it looked. She had never in the past really taken the time to look at herself in a sexual way. She now shaved herself regularly. For her age she had decided she had a pretty pussy. Her labia were thin and her inner lips were not prominent. She now supported each of her breasts with a hand under each one. She pinched her nipples and felt the now familiar tingle in her groin again.
Her hands went to her pussy lips and she separated them. She watched in the mirror as her clitoral hood was exposed. Deftly she placed the forefinger of her right hand on it and rubbed herself. It felt nice. Too nice.
Evelyn shut off the water and then sat on the lid of the toilet seat still looking at the herself in the mirror. She leaned back on the cistern and parted her legs. Her clit was now erect and looked bigger than she could remember seeing it before. Maybe she just had never looked so closely. Again, she rubbed herself and felt her vaginal muscles tighten as she continued the fast circular motion. How she wished Henry was home now to fill her cunt with his cock. She needed to feel something stretch her.
Glancing around she spotted her hair brush on the vanity unit. The handle was smooth and long. She reached over and picked it up. Her hand shook a little as she brought it closer and inspected it. In length she guessed it was as long as Henry's cock but did not have the girth of her husband. Evelyn could resist no longer.
She placed the smooth domed end against the opening to her vagina and pushed. It was dry so she placed the handle in her mouth and wet it. Again she positioned it and this time looked in the mirror as she applied a little pressure. She watched as the handle entered and her own natural lubricant assisted her in pushing the whole handle into her pussy. She again relaxed and rubbed her clit some more.
As she rubbed she pulled the brush handle out and reinserted it.
,
'Oh that felt good.'
The circular motion of her rubbing and the fullness in her vagina were very pleasant. It hadn't been so long since she had masturbated. It was a daily thing for her now. She was from the generation that considered masturbation wrong. An evil performed by naughty girls. Mostly she thought it was a religious thinking. How could anything this pleasurable be bad. She was wet. Her juices were making slurping noises as she pushed the brush handle in and out of herself. She had the first small contraction of an orgasm.
Evelyn now wanted more, she was working herself up sexually. She removed the handle from her pussy and stood up. Still her finger rubbed her clit rapidly. She placed one foot on the toilet seat and leaned forward. Reaching back she placed the plastic brush handle against her private spot. She had only let Henry touch her here once and that was only recently.
Pushing gently against her anus she braced herself for the pain she knew would accompany the pleasure. She rubbed her clit and relaxed herself. She wanted this. She had seen girls in movies take cocks twice this size anally. She pushed and felt the brush slide in a little. She wiggled it in small circles and then pushed again. It slipped in fully.
'It didn't hurt at all,' she thought.
She now pressed hard against her clit and fucked her own ass with the plastic brush handle. It only took a few minutes and Evelyn had an orgasm like no other she had ever had. She squeezed as her muscles contracted. Her clit became hard and sensitive and her ass tightened on the invader. She felt she was going to piss herself but a rush of fluid from her cunt flushed down her leg and onto the floor. Her legs shook and she had to remove the brush from her ass and sit down on the toilet to steady herself.
"I just squirted for the first time in my life," she said to her self in a disbelieving voice.
She didn't even know that squirting was possible until she had seen it in a video a few weeks ago. Now she had done it to herself.
Evelyn tossed the brush into the bath water and wiped the wetness off of the floor with a towel.
'What is that fluid and where does it actually come from' she wondered, 'I will have to do a bit of study on the computer.'
She stepped into the bath and lay down in the tepid water. She reached for a wash cloth and wet it before spreading it across her face. She was still breathing heavily.
'If that orgasm came from anal sex then I hope Henry's Viagra works,' she thought.
Both her hands cradled her shaved pussy lips. She wanted more sex but resisted the urge. She had a big night planned for herself and Henry.
After half an hour in the bath she heard the engine of the boat. Henry and his friend were talking as they moored it at the small jetty at the bottom of their backyard. She heard the scrunching footsteps on the gravel driveway and a car drive off. The wire door slammed closed in the kitchen.
"Evee, where are you?" Henry called.
"Up here in the bath," she called back without moving.
Presently she heard the door to the bathroom open.
"My doesn't that look inviting," Henry mused.
Evelyn looked up at her husband. He was a little sun burned and needed a shower.
"I thought we might walk down to the pub and have dinner and a few drinks tonight. It is too hot to cook," she said.
"Sounds good to me," Henry answered.
"It's a date then. Get showered while I dress and we will get going then," announced Evelyn.
She was excited about the idea of having a date with Henry and then coming home to have sex.
When she had toweled off she walked naked to the bedroom. She selected a white cotton frock and then from her top drawer she took a small, sexy, half cup bra that she had bought last week in town. She fastened the catch and slipped her arms through the straps. Her 34c breasts rested in the cups, her nipples barely covered by the lace.
She immediately felt that it had an effect on her. She had never been one for lingerie and had never owned underwear this erotic. She slipped the frock over head and pulled the zipper closed on the side. It gave her an hour glass figure. She reached for a pair of panties. No she wouldn't wear them tonight. All her underpants were old ladies pants. She couldn't bring herself to wear them. She was going to shop and buy some brief bikini type ones, something she would feel good about wearing. For tonight she would enjoy the thrill of not wearing any in a public place.
Henry came into the bed room and pulled on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt then slipped on his sandals. She would also take him shopping too and buy him some clothes that didn't make him look so old. He could easily wear the sort of things she had seen Dave and Drew wearing. Just because they were older didn't mean that they had to dress like old people.
Just after six pm they walked hand in hand the short way down to the pub at the bottom of their road. It was still well over thirty degrees Celsius.
"I know it is still hot," Evelyn said, "But could we sit out here on the terrace and look out over the river with a drink?"
"Sure," answered Henry, "Gin and tonic?"
"Yes, thank you," said Evelyn as she selected a table at the far end of the veranda and sat down with her back to the wall of the pub.
She pulled a chair around so that Henry could sit next to her as he returned with their drinks.
Henry set the glasses down on the table.
"Sit next to me dear," Evelyn said and she patted the seat she had moved for him.
Henry sat down and held his glass of beer up to her, "Cheers,"
They clinked their glasses together and took a sip.
They were the only people seated outside as the other patrons had opted for the air conditioned comfort indoors.