1
Tony saw the net curtain fall back into place. He had called Maude Henderson to say that he would be late calling in on her, past lunchtime, but that he would not let her down and that the electrical work, that he had priced for, would be completed and tested in the remaining hours of his working day.
‘I’ll stay until I’m quite through, Maude,’ he had assured her, their easy and familiar habits accepted long ago. He’d readily admit that her first name captivated him, for it had fallen into disuse long ago but defined the woman he would soon meet again. She lived alone, her personal circumstances not known or disclosed over the time that he had known her. ‘I’ve never let you down before, have I?’
‘No, and that is what I like about you…think of no one else when I need work done in the house. I’ve baked some scones…so you can have that with your tea.’
He had laughed on hearing her tell him that in her soft, breathy voice. Maude Henderson, a retired schoolteacher lived alone, ow, but her feisty personality shone through. He never did get to thinking of her as an ‘old biddy’, a woman of a certain age who liked to talk and detain him from his work, whenever she needed something to be repaired or checked over.
The side gate was now seen to open as he backed his van up the gradual slope of her short driveway. He left room to be able to open the back loading doors of his vehicle and grab his tool-bag. He glimpsed her in the rear-view mirror, the floaty blue blouse and swirling plain white skirt, her smile on seeing him glance her way a wonderful expression of delight, a look that he found disconcerting for its directness.
‘You remembered the way,’ she teased as he pushed open the door, shoving his iPhone into the breast pocket of his shirt as he did so, the white logo of ‘Phelps Electrics’ stark against the deep navy-blue fabric that matched his work trousers with its patch-pockets, the waist cinched tight by a brown leather belt.
‘It hasn’t been so long since the last time, Maude…’
‘True,’ she replied, her eyes darting over him and taking in his appearance. ‘Your work is faultless…’
‘You should put that on a recommendation…on my check-a-trade account…’ he smiled, looking from her to what he needed to bring with him. Maude never commented on his work by the means he had again mentioned.
‘I don’t make public what I feel or think…’
‘It was just an idea,’ Tony soon answered, his rugged face creasing around the eyes and his smile captivating her. ‘Let me see that I have everything I need…I’ll meet you inside, Maude…okay?’
She nodded her agreement on a graceful brush of one hand to her hair, saw his eyes drift over her to take in what she had chosen to wear for the day and meeting him. Waiting for him to appear, she had a reason to do something different. She had brushed out her hair, made no fuss of the ragged parting, its cut framing a slender face with its high forehead, her nose straight, her thoughtful eyes taking in her hair’s silky greyness that had the hint of ash blonde. It really did not look out of place on a woman of her age.
The man before her was always polite; he spoke easily with her and was attentive. He would invariably stay longer and allow them to chatter about all manner of things, sensing that she wanted company that broke the mould that fashioned her solitary life, or days without any manner of male or female company, and that the telephone was no substitute for.
‘I’ll go and brew the tea…I promised you,’ she called out to him, standing for a moment by the gate that led into her small garden and the path to her kitchen door. ‘There’s cherry cake to go with it…if you don’t like scones.’
‘I won’t say ‘no’ to either, thanks!’ he said in his deep, guttural voice, ‘lunch was a bit of a rush!’ Maude saw the muscles in his tanned arms tense as he picked up his tool box, a knee shoved against the loading door which slammed shut on a deep metallic click. ‘Lead on, missus…’
‘Lead on Maude, call me Maude,’ she rebuked in a light tone of voice. ‘Don’t make me feel older than I am…’
‘You don’t look it, Maude…’
She stopped as they drew near to the back door, if only for an instant and doing so made him bump into her and offer an apology. ‘Looks and feelings aren’t the same, Tony…but, perhaps, I shouldn’t say it.’
‘You were always someone who spoke your mind…’ Tony looked about the neatly kept kitchen as he followed her inside, could just breathe in some floral scent that Maude had chosen to spray onto her skin and that he knew from other times. ‘Ah, you put the steps out for me…’
‘I thought they would help you,’ she said over her shoulder as the kettle was put on and she fussed with cups and two plates for what they might each choose to eat.
‘Yes, thanks…’ He saw what he was looking for, a three-tread, aluminium, stepladder. ‘It’s the hall light isn’t it?
‘It flickers…’she stood in the doorway and flicked on a switch. ‘I’ve changed the bulb but that hasn’t solved the problem…’
‘And you did that alone?’
‘Yes, I’m not that feeble!’ she retorted and saw the set of his mouth change, impetuously reached out to touch his arm then thought better of it. ‘I know what you’re saying…’
‘Mind that you do…’ he said and set to work, brushed past her and sought the few tools that were needed. ‘It’s probably just a loose connection…or mice nibbling the wires.’
Maude shivered. ‘God! I hope not!’
She darted from the kitchen to the hallway, wanting to watch him work. Maude saw the frown of concentration crease his unshaven face, how he gripped a small screwdriver between his impossibly even white teeth, his smile always so stark against his tanned face, the strength and vitality in his slender body as he moved. She saw him reach out with the small screwdriver to tighten whatever it was, and….
A spark of piercing blue light arced from the light fighting and Tony was jolted from his footing on the topmost tread. The screwdriver fell to the floor and the homely burbling of the kettle was no longer to be heard.
‘Shit! I should concentrate on what I’m doing…’ he had time to say before he stumbled off the steps and broke his fall by pushing out onto the wall close by. Maude was by his side before he had time to gather his thoughts.
‘Tony…Tony! Are you okay?’ Her fingers brushed his face. She met his dazed answering look as he took in what had happened, most of all her rush to be by his side. ‘I thought it would be a simple repair…’
She knelt before him, her skirt over her knees and she met his look, felt a moment’s touch to her skin.
‘This isn’t so simple to explain…what you’ve just done,’ he murmured, shifting on the carpeted floor and leaning against the wall.
‘No…no,’ she stammered, but did not break free of his hold on her hand that had brushed his face. ‘I…I let my feelings show…’
‘And I could do the same…and so much more, if you’ll let me?’ He drew Maude to him and offered a slow kiss, brushed a hand over her soft thighs as the other took her hand and pressed it to the swell in his work pants. ‘I…I could show you how it is for me when I’m with you, here…live things out differently with you…change what’s been between us until now.’
Maude sat back on her heels and gave him a wondering smile. ‘Deal with the light first, then…then we’ll deal with this…what I seem to have made you want from me…yes that.’
She shifted to allow a renewal of his kisses, squirmed on feeling the slow caress of his hands to the smooth skin of her slender thighs that stopped at her hips. Maude rose, enough, to have his fingers slowly offer sliding, questing, and pressing caresses to the swell in her panties.
‘Maude…Maude?’ he murmured, wondering where she would let him go with her, through their kisses and his touches.
‘The light! There will be time for everything else afterwards…do it!’ The lustful tradesman would know of her. Tony, the polite and attentive man, with his sandy brown hair and tanned skin, winning smile and now appraising looks upon what she knew was enough to engage his attention upon them, would bring only too reckless, even passionate, delight to her as she pressed her fingers to the hard swell in his trousers. ‘Go on…please. I’ll have to wait…but…but it won’t change my mind.’
They stood up, but Tony drew her to him; had Maude lean back in his embrace upon her and she clamped his hands; had to feel how he cupped her breasts in them. She felt his breaths on her throat before she kissed him, showed that what they had spoken of were not empty words.
2
Maude heard the kitchen door being locked. She felt the small kitchen table press against her buttocks as she waited for Tony to close the space between them, her trembling hands gripping the hem of her blouse and the knot of aberrant longing in her belly tightened the muscles in her throat.
She would be claimed by the man she now saw close the space between them and she held out her hands to him. The kitchen blinds were all drawn down and only faint sunshine now lit the room. It was an unlikely place for their rendezvous, but she would wait on Tony to take the lead in whatever he sought to share with her.
Tony met her softened look as he cupped Maude’s face in his rough hands, felt her grip his arms. She was trembling. ‘Do I frighten you…I’ll admit you are the only one of my female customers that I feel this way about…’
She held his stilled look upon her. ‘No…I’ve wondered, before, if I was imagining it….how you could look at me in the way that you do…as you are again now.’
‘I have no secrets…where you’re involved.’
‘And neither do I, now…Tony.’ She wondered if he would take her here, pass on the preambles and claim her lustfully in a far from romantic setting.
Tony clutched her to him, kissed Maude’s lips and pressed his tongue tip to her until she let him into her mouth, flickered against hers and she heard his sharp intake of breath as she groped for him. She knew he was hard and lusting for her now. She felt the first flush of wetness slick the hair of her pussy.
Her moans of concession went straight to his groin, and she responded when he pushed against her and kissed slowly, slicked his tongue over her lips and she clutched his shirt before wrapping her arms about his waist, then gripped his shoulders, felt the insistent press of his prick against her belly. She tugs his shirt free, just as he puts his hands under her blouse and lifts it from her softly wrinkled body. He exposes her paler skin, the tan on her arms and breastbone fading, the swell of her firm, perfectly rounded, breasts almost white and enticingly held by a pale-yellow bra, the cups lacy and to his wondering gaze so alluring. He lowers his mouth to her hard brown nipples seen pressing against the fabric of her bra.
‘Tony…Tony,’ she gasps, her hands in his hair and feeling him move to unbutton his work trousers that fall away and clatter on the floor, the weight of what is in its pockets helping it on its way. ‘You…you wonder…that I make you want me…’
She’s shocked that he will soon be naked, here in her kitchen and that she will be too. Her electrician, considerate and polite, is stripping in front of her and his briefs strain to hold all that he will bring to her slender body. She knows that it will plumb and stretch her; will fill her as no man has done before.
‘Go slowly…gently…let me get used to what you have, please?’ She said it in some dismay and fearing how it would feel to have her body impaled on that swollen length of flesh that she could not keep from touching.
His lips, hot, firm, masculine, soon close around her nipples, sucking with a wild eagerness. Her hands are tangled in his sandy brown hair as they guide him in his claims, the edge of the kitchen table harsh as it presses into her buttocks. To her, now, Tony’s the sexiest man she’d ever been with, and she cares nothing for who they are to each other. She wants to be taken, and taken lustfully, and wherever he demands it of her.
‘Undress for me,’ he kisses, and watches Maude unhook her bra, then push her skirt and panties down to the floor, his mouth tracing a path over her body until he nuzzles kisses to her hairy crack; pushes fingers over its slicked folds before slowly pressing into her.
‘Come to me…come in me,’ she wails in dismay for these shared, wanton, actions. She feels Tony’s cock brush against her belly and reaches for it, does not stop him in his hungering claims upon her breasts and slit as she works him.
‘I intend to, lovely woman…’
She knew what was happening and that it would be here, not on her bed down the darkened corridor. He lifts her in his strong arms and puts her on the edge of the table, coaxes her legs apart and has her lean back.
‘Tony…Tony…in here?’
‘Yes…here…for now,’ she hears him say, his breaths hot on her parted thighs and she languishes in his attention upon her, every touch new and certain. She’s never done anything quite as wild as this before, and she cannot stop shaking, as waves of excitement rage through her body with each touch of this man groping her breasts, tugging on her hard nipples, his lips then between her legs before he began to furiously lick her out, or flicking his tongue into her, the attention to her pussy lips performed in long stroke’s from the bottom to the top of her clitoris.
‘Tony!’ she screams and shudders; grips his head and draws him away. She has to, from what he is performing on her will tip her over the edge of control. She shudders as her orgasm overwhelms her, then another, each more intense that the one before. ‘Bring it to me!’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes. Do it…do I have to spell it out…just bring it to me and fuck me!’
She feels his laughter on his lips as he kisses her; feels him fumble and she looks down at his large, straining penis, the tip glistening and it is soon brushed over her parted pussy lips, his movements slow and teasing as he slowly enters. She gasps on every move that he makes and soon wraps her legs about his hips. Somehow, she has to take that monstrous length of flesh as it slowly, teasingly, penetrates her until she feels it can go no further, or she cannot bear the stretching and rousing pleasure of it massaging her slicked pussy walls.
Tony had set a rhythm, that she sought to match, her gasps merging into one groan of effort and pleasure. He pushed in and withdrew, the measured movements so seducing and wrenching that she could feel the approach of another orgasm, the tightening of her muscles as she sought to work on him and meet Tony in his claims. But the position he kept her in ensured that it was he who was in control.
‘Just grip it…yes…hold onto it…as I love you, Maude!’
She knew that Tony would feel her pussy convulsing and gripping his cock, and she took encouragement from his moans and calls to her. Who they were to each other inflamed the senses, propriety giving way to reckless passion; what she brought to him was awesome, amazing, a love fest like no other.
‘Tony! I can’t hold back…I just can’t!’
He was buried within her; the table felt hard and unforgiving, perhaps as he intended by wanting to plug here right there, and she quivered in response to his fevered rhythm. She felt herself cum again, his hard driving penis as deep as she could let him go. The pleasure and pain melted into one.
She could only cling to him now, offer frenetic caresses to his hot skin as Tony’s rhythm grew faster and faster, their breathing became ragged as his driving penis brushed her slicked walls and her hands gripped his shoulders.
‘Just…just…just a few more, lovely Maude,’ he gasped, sensing that she was on the edge.
‘Finish it…you…you wild man!’
Her slicked walls were brushed by his hard, wide, length that stretched and plumbed her in long slow strokes before Tony increased the temp only to slow down again, her fingers gripping his shoulders and sides, before, somehow, she lay back and gripped her ankles, her legs draped over his shoulders, as she felt him plumb her, their gasps on the air, their kisses snatched; the grip of his hands fearsome as Tony kept her to him.
‘Your sparky’s come calling…’ he grinned, his breaths of effort hot on her face.
‘And I want you to come…or you’ll break me!’
She now held his head but could not keep him from tugging on her hard nipples with his lips, fastened to each of them in turn as Tony pounded into her, all finesse or sharing in the act forsaken. Her ageing body, that this man lusted after so greedily, would be the vessel to hold all that she knew would be expelled into her by that pistoning length of wonderful flesh.
‘Jeez, woman!’ he gasped, Maude renewing her rampant claims on him, ‘there’s demon living inside you!’
They shuddered together; she arching her back and leaning away from him as he stifled his cries of passion as he lost control of the moment, was claimed by his shuddering, spurting orgasm. He stifled his cries by clamping his lips on her breasts as she yelled out his name.
‘Tony?’ she gasped in dismay as he lifted her off the table like a ragdoll and he bore her weight on him and in his hands.
‘The last will be so deep…I’ve had the snip…so you’re safe,’ he kissed, feeling her rise and settle on him in slow, feeble, efforts as the last spurting streams shot deep into her womb.
She clung to him, the strong man fully in control. It felt as if he had been so high in her, past her stomach and up near her breast bone, her slender body possessed by this man’s wonderful, plunging and easing penis that she would have to know of again.
‘You’ll have me love what you do, before you know it,’ she kissed.
‘And I could come calling…no pressure…just when you needed me to be with you….like this.’
He had discovered passion as well as beauty in her slender, tended body.
‘There’s only so much electrical work to be done…’ she smiled, shivering as he finally eased her off him and they stood naked in the dim light of evening, their bodies hot and lightly slicked with perspiration from their efforts. ‘I don’t think we can make a regular arrangement…but love on the spur of the moment, Tony…’
‘You may be right, and for me loving Maude has to be on her terms.’
She followed him into the small bathroom and turned on the shower tap, soon choosing to follow him and to have attentions paid to her body of quite a different kind.
‘We can be together when it suits you, Tony,’ she smiled wanly, knowing how that would sound; an older woman expressing her only too needy wishes after all that she had known of him, and that he had taken of her.
Tony held her to him, cupped what delighted him in his strong hands and breathed in the remains of Maude’s scent, the mix of perfume and the tangy aroma of them having had sex to be breathed in on her body heat. The douche of warm water would soon wash that all away.
‘It will go in my diary, on my iPhone. ‘Loving Maude’…and we can do that here or if we go out. We can’t let people know what we’ve found…’
‘You’ll spoil me…’
‘And it’s no more than you deserve.’
♥
Dressed only in her flowery flouncy skirt and top, she stopped him and kissed Tony in farewell as he pulled open the back door, awkwardly carrying his toolbox and a bag of debris that the burn out of a lighting circuit had needed fixing.
‘Tony…Tony, you know it can’t go on…not tonight.’
Maude felt the heat in his breaths once more as he pressed his lips to her breastbone, exposed as he pulled loose the cord of her thin blouse. Taking care of herself had brought its own rewards, and she wanted to relive all that had been discovered with him so tempestuously over the past hour or so.
‘Until the next time, Sparky…’ she smiled over trembling lips, ‘you’ve made my life feel real again.’
She saw his pouted kiss before Tony turned the corner and was lost to her view. Her body ached, her thighs and pert breasts especially, and she felt that his words, ‘Loving Maude’, had been meant.
It had been a very long time since she had felt quite this way.