The Lonely Widow - Sex Stories

The Lonely Widow

 I’d never thought of or looked at Sue in a sexually way until I saw her striding behind her petrol lawnmower, still dressed in her clothes from church, it was the way her shapely black nylon covered legs appeared through the split at the back of her long stretchy black skirt. But I was mesmerised by the way the material stretched and clung to define her peachy shaped bottom as she moved. She turned at the top of the garden and saw me looking, raised her hand and smiled and I waved back to her as I passed to take the dog for quick walk Ten minutes later when I returned she had finished the lawn and was bending over filling up the mower with her peachy looking bum cheeks just willing to be felt under her stretched skirt, but I resisted the urge somehow. I looked more closely at her when she stood upright, noticing her big ample bra through her white semi translucent loose fitting blouse and thought she must have a hefty pair hid in there. I asked if she wanted a hand with anything, lifting or digging, any odd job she was stuck with and said she would have a think. She is older than she looks, just turned sixty and a granny, she has been widowed for little more than 5 months and had decided to rent the farmland out but keep the small 5-van caravan site going which I am stopping on. Being in the woman’s institute and baking cake has added a few extra pounds on to her over the years but the farm work has kept her fit and active. It was now night and my last walk with the dog ...

... before bed, Sue saw me coming in to the yard and rushed out “Can I come on your walk?” she asked “Yes, it’s just around the village for her last wee” “That’s ok, I just need some company,” she said We were away quarter of an hour and Sue told me all about how lonely it gets for her. I could see she was a little upset when I was about to say goodnight and ushered her in to the house, pulled a seat out for her and switched on the kettle and shut the blinds. I sat opposite her and took her hands in mine “You must think I am a hopeless case,” she said “No, not at all” and squeezed her hand some more “I really miss him you know, all the hugs and kisses, he was more than just company, we were still very physical” She must have seen my face and read my mind “Your generation didn’t invent sex you know” she said and smiled “the daft old sod was always trying it on, a feel here and a grope there and I nearly always succumbed to his charm” Just then, the kettle switched off “Do you want tea or something else?” I asked “I would love a cuddle first if you don’t mind” “Cuddle it is” I said We stood looking at each other wondering whose arms were going where before making contact. She squeezed us together before her head nuzzled in to my neck and let out a long slow moan. I started to stroke her back and before I knew, I was tracing the outline of her bra strap up over her shoulder. “That’s nice,” Sue whispered We stood holding each other and my other hand got more daring, going down the ...