At My Service
I am a sixty-one-year-old widow, and I live alone since my husband died eighteen months ago after a long illness. Although I am reasonably healthy, I find that some jobs around the house are becoming increasingly difficult, especially the garden. I cannot manage to cut the grass. When I mentioned this to my friend and neighbor, whom I have known for many years and with whom I go shopping and days out, she volunteered her nineteen-year-old son to cut my grass and do any other jobs that needed done around the house. Her son called around soon after and spent all morning in the garden mowing the lawn and weeding the flower beds. When he had finished, he came into the house to wash up while I made tea and biscuits. We sat on the sofa and talked about other small jobs that needed doing. I then offered him payment, but he refused and said he would be quite happy with a kiss. He then leaned over, put his arm around my shoulder, and drew me towards him. He then kissed me on the lips and then on my neck. I was shocked at this and couldn't move or speak. I just sat there as he continued to kiss and fondle me. Before I realized what was happening, my blouse was moved over my shoulders, and my arms were removed. I didn't even know he had undone the buttons. My bra was next to be removed, and he kept kissing me passionately. He was very gentle as he caressed me. I realized that he was stirring feelings in me that I thought I would never feel again, and yet I was afraid to say or do anything. While he was kissing me, he began to pleasure me manually as well. I was breathing heavily and occasionally gasping at this treatment and the realization he was going to have sex with me eventually. This became apparent when my skirt and panties were slipped over my hips and pulled down my legs very slowly. I was now completely naked and in a high sexual state, but I still didn't know what I should do. I knew now for sure that he was going to go the whole way and have intercourse with me. As I lay there naked, he quickly undressed and started to give me oral. Eventually, he made love to me. The sex was intense from both of us and lasted thirty minutes. When he had finished, I lay back exhausted and just wanted to fall asleep. He, however, got up and dressed before turning me over on my front and started to massage my body. It felt good and relaxing. While he did this, he began to play with my body again. I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, he was gone, leaving a note that he would call again to finish the jobs I gave him. I know the same thing will happen again.
— Gloria, 61