Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 114 - Sex Stories

Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 114

I am Pete, 66 years old, retired, a widower. My wife of 34 years passed away 3 years ago. I keep myself very fit, swimming twice a week and have long country walks twice a week. I am just under 6 foot tall, grey haired, brown eyes. I have two or three good male friends that I see occasionally other than I keep to myself.

The story starts on a cold autumn day, I had been swimming as usual. I parked my car outside my house and as I opened my car door I noticed the side door on Ian Steads van slide open.

I had nothing to do with the Steads, they lived a few houses up the street from me, they were a father and son who had their own plastering business. The vans had the company name emblazoned on the side 'Stead & Son plasterers'. Under this logo on of the vans it said Ian Stead on one van and on the other van it said Paul Stead.

I had heard from another neighbour that the business did not get good reviews.

Ian Stead stepped out of the van and behind him was a woman I had seen in the street a few times, she lived on the opposite side of the street, house number 30. What grabbed my attention that day was she was in her underwear, bra and knickers. I noticed her shiver with the cold as she stepped out of the van. Ian Stead turned to her and they kissed before she crossed the road and headed up the road to her house.

I was not over suprised at seeing her only partly dressed I had twice seen her naked in the street. It seemed a few women in my street liked to walk ...

... around naked in public.

It was a few days later that there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and there she stood, the woman from number 30 who I had seen leaving Ian Steads van.

"My name is Janice", she introduced herself.

"You saw me with Ian Stead," she continued, "I have friend Ginger, who thinks you are lonely and says I should get to know you better, if you know what I mean,"

I stood back and let her into my house not really comprehending what was happening, that she seemed to be offering herself to me.

She made it clear what she wanted by moving very close to me and stroking my cheek with her hand.

"Ginger says you probably have not had sex for several years and I should correct that."

I did not know who this Ginger was but he was correct it was five years since I last had sex. I wondered who Ginger was and why Janice was willing to come to me. The questions can wait I thought and put my arms around her and pulled her close and started to touch her.

Both my hands start to explore her body. My left hand danced around her arm while my right ever so slowly crept onto the small of her back. As my fingers began to caress, Janice quickened her breath. With no sign of negativity, I continued my quest of exploration. My right hand alternated between light fingertips and slightly heavier motions around her lower back. My left moves between her shoulder, elbow, and to the very end of her fingertips. For a good few minutes I just continue to touch her ...