Retirement Living - Sex Stories

Retirement Living

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There was a knock on door at 9:30 the next morning. As I was moving boxes around for her, it seemed like she was being very touchy and she kept standing closer to me than normal. This meant that that she would frequently brush against me in a way that seemed accidental at first, but it soon became obvious that she was doing it intentionally. When it was time to say goodbye, I had placed my hand on the kitchen counter as I moved to the door and she made a point of gently touching my hand. I passed it off with the thought that Martha was just one of those people who liked to touch others, but I wasn't totally convinced of that.

The next day, she joined us in the dining room as we were eating lunch. She said that she had spent the morning assembling a bookcase and that she had a few boxes of books that she needed to have moved over near the bookcase. I told her to knock on our door when she returned from lunch and that I would be happy to move the boxes so long as she didn't have too many of them.

Around 1P, there was a knock on the door and it was Martha. I followed her across the hall and waited while she unlocked her door. Once inside, she identified the boxes that she needed moved and showed me where to put them. It took me about 10 minutes because there were a number of boxes and they were heavy enough that I needed to rest about half way through. When I was finished, I had put my hand on the counter to continue to catch my breath. She came over and then ...

... placed her hand on top of my hand like yesterday, but this time she made a point of lightly stroking the back of my hand with her fingertips as she stepped away.

She continued to ask me to come over and to help move a few things around. Her requests were for normal issues following a move like storing boxes in closets and making minor adjustments to where the movers had placed her furniture. Each day, her parting touch escalated. It started with the simple touch to my hand, then stroking to lightly placing a hand on my shoulder. Finally, the day that she asked me to hang pictures, it escalated to a firm hand on my shoulder so that she could lean closer and kiss my cheek.

The next day, she asked me to help her take a number of collapsed boxes down to the trash dumpster. Even though she had collapsed them, many of the boxes were large, bulky and difficult to carry. I took one armload and she took an armload of the smaller boxes. She had so many that we had to make two trips to the trash. When we got back, she invited me to step inside. As soon as the door had closed behind her, she put her hands on both of my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the lips. Then, in a soft very seductive voice she said "Thank you".

The next day, she also asked me to help with connecting her computer and television to the appropriate plugs in the wall since that required me to get onto my knees and reach behind furniture. Although she always stood out of the way, I noticed that every time that I ...