Helen - Sex Stories

Helen

... could make her hot and wet too. "So Helen, are you still working?" "Part time, I did retire but had too much time on my hands, besides I loved my work, helping the public get that book they wanted." "I like you keeping up with tradition, Helen." "What do you mean, Gus?" "You're wearing the librarian's traditional style of glasses, the ovals in black, brown or silver." "I should have known Gussy!" Helen said. “I remember way back when you helped me with the groceries. I left my black ovals on the table and you always seemed to like cleaning them for me. That was very sweet and yet it seemed like they were a sort of amulet or fetish item. Do you collect women's glasses?" The waitress came over and we ordered coffee. "Yes, I find them at thrift shops" "How did you happen to like women's glasses?" "Well Helen, way back when I worked over at the Bleachery, there were a few ladies that wore half-glasses and one day I asked Ruth why seeing her in half-glasses turned me on in various ways." "And what did Ruth say?" Asked Helen in such a way that showed she could like this fetish." “She said, ‘I ought to show you what they can do for a guy’, and during lunch hour, she touched me down there, dragged her sexy gold half-square glasses all over my balls with their beaded chain wrapped around me. She was looking at me through a pair of gold half-moon style glasses, the neck chain swaying gently as she was jerking me off. I then came all over her glasses and she took them to her mouth and ...

... licked the cum off'em." “That must have been a great lunch hour, Gussy” “ I guess that's why I collect them." "I liked the story of your wife being a dominatrix, then splitting only for her Mom to come in and do things. “That was a good story, I liked writing it.” “If you really like seeing me or we like being together, I could love getting into that sort of thing, being a sex slave or having you as a sex slave." I was screwing my face up trying to read the menu, would Helen know I can’t see squat up close? “Do you always do that. . . screw your face into wrinkles?” asked Helen. “Here borrow my glasses.” “Thanks Helen.” I said as I read the menu. “These half-moons are nice, sort of romantic really.” Helen looked at me and smiled. “I’m sure they’ll be romantic after I do a few things with them. . .Gussy.” "Yes Helen, I would love being your sex slave. I don't know much about this but I am willing to learn." "That is a good attitude, never be afraid to learn new things. So what kind of music are you working on?" "Mostly classical but I do like the pops, Peter Paul & Mary, Dylan's older stuff. But mostly Chopin and Beethoven though. Those two have enough material to keep me working for a long time to come." Fate showed itself again when she started to hum Chopin's etude opus ten number three. "Helen, that's my favorite piece of Chopin's works, how long have you liked it?" "Back in my teens, when I heard it played at a piano lesson, there is so much feeling to that piece, someone ...