Day 1

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It was never supposed to be like this, moving into a bachelor flat in my mid-forties. She had the house and the kids. I had the big car, filled with boxes and suitcases stuffed with my possessions.

The house had been divided into three flats, one on each floor. I was renting the middle level. It was the home of a prosperous middle-class family a century ago. Spacious rooms with high ceilings and draughty casement windows, I had two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen-diner. The gardens belonged to the ground-floor flat, so I could only enjoy home-grown produce again if I used window boxes.

I trudged up and down the stairs, lugging my bits and pieces, including several heavy boxes of flat-pack furniture. My work was interrupted by the delivery of my new bed, the only piece of quality furniture I intended to buy. The lorry driver and his mate struggled to get the heavy sections up, then left me to assemble them into the final form.

With the job done, I resumed transporting my effects from my car to the flat. On one of these endless round trips, the door to the ground-floor flat opened as I entered, and a rotund woman stepped out into the hallway in front of me.

"You look quite frazzled, my dear. Would you like a break and a nice cuppa?

"That's very kind of you. I'm your new upstairs neighbour, Frank."

"Good, I'm Violet. I'll put the kettle on."

I took the case I was carrying upstairs, returned to the car, and locked it before knocking on her door.

"Come in, Frank."

In the kitchen, she motioned for me to sit at the table as she bustled around. I watched her, trying to assess something about her. As I said, she was rotund, and her tummy stuck out nearly as far as her heavy breasts. She looked in her mid-sixties, with grey shoulder-length hair that had no body. She was dressed in an old fleece top and knee-length skirt, a typical granny. On the street, I would not even give her a second glance.

A little later, we sat in her kitchen with mugs of tea and a pile of biscuits on a plate between us. I felt instantly at ease with Violet, as she was an intent listener. I spilt out my tale of woe, the collapse of my marriage, the long silences, and the accusing glares that had been a constant presence in my life.

In return, I learnt about her life, the loss of her husband, and the loneliness of widowhood. We were two lost souls, and over her table, we bonded.

Drinking my second mug of tea, I opened up completely.

"Violet, I never realised how badly I would miss my sex life. Three years now since she let me make love to her."

She looked thoughtfully at me.

"I miss my Ernie every day. He was an incredible lover, and we did it twice a week to the very end. He died in the night, just a few hours after he had fucked me."

Tears rolled down her puffy cheeks. I stretched my hands across the table and entwined her fingers with mine. The F-word seemed so inappropriate for her—not granny-like at all.

"Everyone assumes, because I'm old, that I don't have needs. I do, and just as strong as they were twenty or thirty years ago. I'm no catch, a fat, unattractive old biddy."

There were no words I could think of to help her. She seemed so lonely and vulnerable.

We sat there a long time, holding hands, as our teas cooled down, becoming tepid and undrinkable. Eventually, Violet's tears dried up, and she sat still, eyes locked onto my face.

"Frank, I want you to do something special for me."

"Anything in my power, I will do for you, Violet."

"I want to give you a blow job."

My mouth dropped open; my mind was in a whirl.

"You don't have to do anything—just stand still while I pleasure you. Please, please, it means a lot to me."

Oh, God, she wanted to suck my cock. Inside my underpants, I felt a stirring. All I had to do was stand still, close my eyes, and imagine she was a twenty-something blonde.

"All right."

We got up from the table, and then she guided me into her living room. I stood in the centre of the carpet as she knelt in front of me and rubbed her hands across the front of my trousers.

Inside, my cock was hard, straining at the leash. I kept my gaze level, closed my eyes and felt Violet's hands pull my zip down before she found my hardness and pulled it clear.

The touch of her lips on my glans sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt my foreskin being pulled back, and then her tongue flicked across my sensitive skin.

As she licked and sucked, the vision of a twenty-something blonde in my mind dissolved. I felt the need to watch Violet, who was working wonders on my cock.

I peered down and saw her grey hair, her hand pressed against my thigh, and the half of my cock that was not in her mouth. There was something else that caught my eye. Her other hand was buried beneath her skirt, and her upper arm was shaking as she frigged herself. Perhaps she thought I would not notice, but the sight of her self-pleasure sent a jolt of desire through my body.

Violet's head bobbed in and out, her lips and tongue taking me closer and closer to my ending. Suddenly, Violet clamped her mouth on my shaft and then groaned deeply as her orgasm hit. Her body shuddered for a moment and then became still, with only the movement of her tongue teasing my glans.

"Do it again, Violet—I want to see you cum again."

She gave a small grunt before I saw her arm start shaking. This time she grasped my shaft in her other hand, leaving my cock head just inside her mouth, and then began to pump me vigorously.

I knew I was close, but I was desperate to hold back until she came again.

"Easy, I want you to cum first."

She did not relent at all; if anything, she increased both her frigging and her wanking.

"Violet, I'm gonna cum!"

As my orgasm hit, I grabbed her head with both my hands to steady myself and then rammed her face hard against my body. I felt my cock pumping deep into her throat, the sensations enhanced by the constrictions as she gagged on me.

I relaxed as my contractions eased, releasing my pressure on her head. I felt her tense, then grunt and flex as her second orgasm ran through her body.

Violet sat upright and tilted her head back, looking up at me.

"Did Sir enjoy?"

Peering down at her and seeing a smile and obvious pleasure radiating out made me feel content. She was transformed, and I felt a deep tenderness towards her.

"That was incredible, Violet, absolutely incredible."

I lowered myself to the floor, sitting in front of her, then wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her towards me. Our lips met, and I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth for a long and passionate kiss.

"I think I am going to enjoy living here, and there is one special thing I want to do."

She looked at me quizzically.

"What's that, Frank?"

"I want to fuck you, Violet."

She smiled a deep, happy smile.

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Day 2

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I had taken three days unpaid leave from work for the move to my new home, so including the following weekend, I had five clear days to sort out my new life. The next morning, I was busy building furniture from flat packs, plus receiving deliveries of a new fridge-freezer and washing machine. Later, I made several trips in the car to pick up good-quality secondhand furniture from people advertising on Freecycle.

Non-stop activity, but in quieter moments, I reflected on the time that I had spent with Violet. Had I overdone it? Should I have been more circumspect and rebuffed her initial advance?

Plagued by self-doubt, I soldiered on, and every time I walked past her door, it remained firmly shut. I wondered if she was harbouring the same thoughts, but I was too nervous to try calling.

Late afternoon, I was working in the bedroom when I heard a gentle knocking on the entrance door.

"Hello, Frank."

"I'm in the bedroom, Violet."

Actually, I was under the bed, trying to fix a wobbly support. I wriggled myself out and rose onto my knees to see a transformed woman. Her hair had been cut shorter. Grey had become auburne and treated to give some volume. She wore a deep pink v-neck dress that ended well north of her knees and looked soft and expensive. Her legs were encased in black hose that I thought were tights. On her feet were a pair of black heels. She was still a dumpy granny but seemed taller and slimmer than I remembered yesterday. To my eyes, she was delicious and desirable.

"Oh, wow, Violet."

"Do you like the new me? I'm afraid I let myself go badly; there seemed no point in wearing expensive clothes or making the best of myself."

She smiled at me, then stepped forward and kneeled on the opposite side of the bed. I realised she was wearing a little makeup and pale lipstick to complement her new clothes.

"I've been busy at the hairdresser and around the shops. All for you, Frank."

Still smiling, she lifted her dress's hem, pulled it over her head, and dropped it on the floor behind her. My eyes widened because underneath her big breasts were being held in by a black bra. Lower down was a matching black knicker, separated from hold-up stockings by her pale flesh.

Violet pushed a hand under the waistband, her knuckles impressed in the cloth as she sought the space between her thighs.

I watched the movement of her fingers as they explored her pussy.

"Do you like watching me, Frank?"

"Yes, oh God, yes."

"I'm wet, Frank. I've been anticipating this all day. Everywhere I went, I thought of this moment of arousing myself in front of you."

"I've been worrying all day, unsure whether I had taken advantage of you. Now, I know, it was silly to have thought that."

She giggled, looked at me, and in a barely audible whisper, said, "You stupid boy."

My thoughts had turned very salacious. I wanted to fuck, but it seemed she was in control, and I was being led like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Violet, I want to touch you, kiss you."

"Not yet. I want to cum like this, looking at you."

As she masturbated, I felt my cock straining in my pants, so I unhitched my trousers and let them drop to the floor. With my eyes locked on her bulging knickers, I pulled my shaft out and started to work my hand up and down the shaft.

"Don't overdo it, Frank. You are going to have me when I've cum."

I nodded my agreement while gazing at the increasingly frantic pace of fingers working her clit beneath the thin material.

Violet's breath gradually became laboured, her eyes closed as she pushed herself to the edge, and my cock seemed ready to burst from my restrained arousal.

Her orgasm was muted—a sudden, sharp intake of breath, followed by a series of grunts. Her ample flesh shuddered, and then she collapsed forward, lying across the bed, fingering her clit until the waves of pleasure subsided.

"Oh my God, Violet, I can't stay like this; I need you."

She lifted herself, propped on an arm, looking at me.

"Strip off, Frank, let me see your body."

I followed her request, or was it an instruction? It didn't matter; I was in thrall to this lady, absolutely besotted with her. I had never felt this way with my wife. I realised our marriage had failed because there had never been a deep passion like this.

Standing there with my cock sticking out horizontally in front of me, I felt desired. It was a powerful feeling.

"Come behind me and take my knickers down."

I walked around the bed, stood between her legs and gently pulled the garment down her thighs, over her shins, ankles, and feet. I looked at her full cheeks, then up her back. Leaning forward, I released the bra clips and let them fall down her arms. I held myself on my extended arms and then started to kiss her back so every spot between her shoulders and thighs received my love.

"Oh, so nice. I love you kissing me like that."

And so every spot received a second dose of love.

"Touch my pussy; see how wet I am; how much I want you."

Still kissing her flesh, I pushed a hand between her thighs and found her sex. My fingers slipped between lips engorged with blood, then into the entrance to her secret place. I covered them with her juice, then pushed forward until I discovered the hard knot of her clit.

Violet moaned, a deep sexual sound like I had never heard before.

"Oh, Frank, it's too sensitive. Fuck me now."

With that, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide open.

No woman had ever spoken to me like that, ordering me to take her. It was a beautiful moment, and in awe of her, I hesitated.

"Fuck me, now! Take me!"

The urgency in her voice and the commanding tone broke my stupor, and I crawled between her legs to look down at her face. I felt her hand grasp my shaft before rubbing it up and down her pussy, covering my glans with her wetness.

"Now, do it now."

I pushed in, sliding deep inside her cunt, then lowered myself to kiss her lips, our tongues flicking around together in her mouth.

Slowly, I started to flex my hips, thrusting deep with every stroke. From Violet's covered mouth, little groans of pleasure showed I was touching the right place. Gradually, my thrusting gathered pace, and I felt her body respond, flexing in synchro with me.

Joined at the lips and hips, I knew I would not last very long; my need had grown hugely, and my whole being was centred on my satisfaction.

Quite possibly, the best orgasm of my life started with me slamming into her time after time, followed by the exquisite feeling of my cock pumping my cum deep inside her body. I shouted into her mouth as I came, and then, as I subsided, I felt her body jerk and shudder beneath me, and her answering grunts vibrated in my mouth.

Lying on top of her, my cock softening inside her, and both of us breathing heavily, I felt Violet's fingers tracing paths across my back. It was a magical moment, and I knew something special had passed between us.

"There is something I thought I would never say again. I love you, Frank."

I looked down at her happy face.

"That goes for me as well. I love you, Violet.

A thought struck me.

"Which flat are we going to live in?"

I rolled off her, with both doubling up in laughter as we shared our joke.