Helen - Sex Stories

Helen

The weather was cold and windy, nothing new for New England in mid-October. I just finished wiring up a hot water heater in an old triple decker apartment building in Taunton, MA. and decided to hit Hickeys diner for coffee and Danish. Hickeys is a small family diner that is big on taste. I began going there back in the early seventies while I attended Peter Thatcher J.H. also referred to as Peter Torture at times. Gosh, that has to be a good forty years ago. After my coffee break I got on my Harley Sporty and headed back to my home in Myricks. I have a habit of checking the phone answering machine for business calls, and as there was one message I hit the play button. "Hello Gus, this is Helen, your Mom's friend. I had asked about you and she told me where you live. I wanted to know if you'd like to join me for supper at Bickford's over on Route 44 in Raynham, in the Taunton room. Please call when you get in. Bye.” Fate can be funny, Helen is an old friend of Mom's who used to work for the city of Taunton as a librarian. I used to love talking to her for hours. When I hit nineteen I bought an old flatbed Ford in pretty good condition. I'd ride by her house at times and see her bringing in bags of groceries. I would always help her bring the rest of the bags in, help put things in the cupboards and she'd make me a cup of coffee. Sometimes she had her glasses sitting on the kitchen table, I would clean them with my t-shirt or flannel shirt and she always liked me doing that. ...

... She had a number of pairs in silver black or brown. I liked them all but those black ovals always sent my fantasies to places I never dreamed. I called Helen and told her I'd like to accept her offer for a nice supper with an old friend and she was very pleased. I washed up and even shaved, put on some clean clothes and hopped into my old '51 Ford flatbed and headed off to meet Helen. She was waiting in the parking lot next to a Lincoln town car, she knew me at once. "Gussy." She hollered out, I went to her and we hugged. There was a very warm feeling between us even though the temperature was twenty degrees. We went into Bickford's and found a quiet corner in the Taunton room. "Gussy, it's so nice to see you, what's it been, twenty five years?" "Something like that Helen, how did you happen to get my number?" "I still talk to your Mom and I asked her how you were doing. When she told me you got a Pug, and practiced piano. I felt sure that the bio I read at Lushstories had to be yours." Chills went up my back and the hair on my neck stood on end. She did not tell Mom about me writing stories did she? "So you read my stories over at Lush? Hope you did not tell Mom," I said with a smile. "No, I did not tell your Mom how much I liked your stories, specially the one where you fixed the librarians neck chain, I started to get hot and wet when I read that story, Gus." I was feeling pretty good, an older educated lady telling me she liked my stories, that they got her hot and wet. I ...