My horny old biddies

My Horny old Biddies

Well school had finally let out, but unfortunately, my plans to go to university had fallen apart due to lack of funds. I’d saved every penny I could get my hands on plus, my mom and dad had promised to help, that is until failing health forced my father into early retirement, which left them comfortable but in no position to ante up thousands of dollars for my education. At a loss, I thought my career as an engineer had ended before it had gotten off the ground; that is until my Gran came up with a way for me to make some extra cash. A friend of hers that lived at very exclusive retirement home said they were looking for someone to do odd jobs, like driving the residence to the local mall and waiting for the old biddies to take them home again Taking them to the hairdressers and stuff like that. Anyway, the money wasn’t bad and if I worked over the entire summer it would give me almost all the cash I need for my first semester.

Anyway, I’d been there about three days when I got a call to go to the administrative office, when I got there, the Manager, Mr. Drew said. “Bill can you go up to the penthouse 601 and help Mrs. Simons to move some boxes. You must have made an impression on her when you drove her to the hairdressers yesterday because she specifically asked for you. Now remember what I told you, Mrs. Simons is extremely prim and proper a real lady of the old school that makes Mother Teresa look like a fisher wife, so no foul language or anything like that, it’s yes Mrs. Simons or no Mrs. Simons, got that?”

When I got to the apartment, I checked myself to make sure I was presentable then knocked on the door. Within seconds, it swung open and Mrs. Simons stood there in a loosely tied housecoat, and from the way it moved it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Although in her late fifties or early sixties, Mrs. Simons, or Meg, as I found out later, had obviously taken good care of herself, she was, from what I could see from the outline of the housecoat, slim with nice tits that only sagged slightly.

“Bob, isn’t “she said taking my arm. Come through to the bedroom, I’ve been boxing up some of my husband’s old books and need to get them out of my way. Since he died last year they’ve just been taking up room, but I haven’t got the heart to get rid of them. Actually I’m saying old books, but some of them are quite new, I don’t know why he bothered, he’d been retired for a couple of years, but couldn’t resist keeping up on what was happening in the engineering field.”

“That’s what I want to take when I go to university,” I confided.

“Then when you get to school, I want you to go through these books and if there’s any that you can use you’re welcome to them,” she ended leading me into the bedroom.

There on the floor stood a dozen boxes, walking over to them I stooped and scooped one of them into my arms. “Where do you want them?” I asked.

“In here she said walking over to a walk-in closet and standing in the doorway.

As I past her, my arm brushed, up against her housecoat and I could feel the softness and warmth of her tits through the material. At first, I expected her pull away and to demand that I leave; instead, she slowly moved aside and said. “If you can stack them on that shelf there I’d really appreciate it.”

Hauling the first on onto the shelf, I returned to the bedroom and grabbed another one. Again, she stood in the doorway forcing me to brush past her, this time the garment seemed to have opened slightly revealing her cleavage. I don’t mind admitting that for some reason, I’ve always found mature women extremely alluring and the sight of that mound of flesh was certainly doing things to my dick, which to my horror was becoming an obvious bulge in my pants. That wasn’t the worst of it, each time I carried a box into the closet, the looser her robe became and the more of her boobs showed. By the time I stored the last box on the shelf, I had a raging hard on and desperately wanted to get out of there and find somewhere where I could jerk off to the thought of sucking on those beautiful tits.

“There I said, all done. Well I better be on my way.”

“Wait a moment,” Mrs. Simons said, “I’ve got something for you for being so helpful.

Still embarrassed by the huge bulge in my pants, I stood facing the door, my head turned towards her. Walking over to me, she reached out and I expected her to hand my something, Instead she held a twenty-dollar bill, which she slipped into my pocket. Of course, the moment she did that her hand brushed up against my bulging cock making it obvious that I had a massive erection

Instead of pulling away in disgust, as I expected, she said. “Oh my, all that work certainly seems to have caused your muscles to stiffen up, I’m a dab hand at relieving knots like the one your suffering from.”

Grabbing my hand, she led me back into the bedroom and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and then pulled my pants and underpants down.