The Caretaker Takes Care Of A young Man - Sex Stories

The Caretaker Takes Care Of A young Man

... shorts. We sweated together until we had the last load of washing on the line late in the morning. I agreed with Vera’s suggestion that we call it a day. Even better was the news that she had a bottle of lemonade for us to share. As we entered her flat through the back door Vera thought a cold shower for both of us would be just the thing to get rid of the perspiration and cool us off. I followed her to the bathroom. She began to remove her blouse. I just stood. “Come on,” she said, “don’t be shy. I’ve seen men before and I know you’ve certainly seen me.” I dropped my shorts and underpants on the floor. By that time Vera was naked and turning on the shower that hung over the bath. I stepped in with her as she let the water run over her body. The sight of her naked flesh, her lovely heavy breasts, her round belly, cute arse and straw-coloured pubic hair caused my prick to harden. Vera passed me the soap. “Be a dear and wash my back,” she asked. Her skin felt fabulous. She washed off the suds and moved from under the water. “Your go” she said. I sluiced off the dirt and sweat “Give me the soap and I’ll wash your back” she directed. He hands felt good, wonderful when she soaped my backside and down the back of my legs. When I’d washed the suds off myself I again stood aside as Vera lathered and washed the front of her body. My tool ached with hardness. She passed me the soap and watched me do the front of my body. She made no comment on my obvious condition. We stood in the ...

... bath and dried ourselves. Vera assured me there was no point in putting on dirty clothes. She gathered them up and put them at the back door on her way to the kitchen. I followed behind her and continued to enjoy the unobstructed view of her naked body. Together in the small kitchen we made sandwiches for lunch; body brushes unavoidable but exciting for me at least. At last we sat at the small laminex table to eat, and share the rare treasure of lemonade. Apart from anything else Vera treated me nicely. She talked to me, listened to me and took care of my self-esteem. The few dishes washed and put away Vera suggested a rest in her bedroom to cool off under the fan. Naturally I agreed. The fan was like a propeller aircraft engine on a metal stand. But at least it made the air cooler. Her bed was wide and softly comfortable. We lay side by side and let the fan blow over our nude bodies. She talked and I mainly listened. It was difficult for me to believe that I could be so close to naked woman with all her assets carelessly on view. My prick stretched long, thick and hard along my belly. Clear sticky droplets flooded the knob. And yet she took no offence, took no notice, seemed unconcerned. Vera rolled onto her side, her body against mine, and her big breasts lolled against my arm and chest as she lent over me. “For a young man you have a beautiful body you know,” she commented. Now I was suddenly shy. Her hand touched me for the first time. Fire shot through my body. My nipples ...