Handyman

My husband passed some 7 years ago. I miss love making with him being very good at what he did, meaning doing me. I began dating from online sites two years after his death and no one came close to him out and in bed. No one. I gave up, bought a vibrator and satisfied my sexual orgasm needs at my leisure. I thought that to be my future. I have a large yard and hired a local young man to spring clean it. He was tall, muscular and very polite. I loved watching him work in his pants or shorts only with his upper body fully exposed glistening with sweat. I imagined him making love to me and found myself laying on my bed utilizing my vibrator. He did a full two days labour got paid and that was that. Before leaving I had him in the house asking him if he was able to paint my garage. Absolutely he said but he was booked up until summer. Lots of others needing his spring cleaning. Summer was here, he popped by and we talked about colour and he having noticed wood rot and need of repair. He was back three days later to do the work shirtless as before and again, causing me to take care of business in my bedroom, after a shower. I laid there fully nude working myself into an approach climax about 5 minutes into it and myself, when I heard him calling out my name from inside the house and by the sounds of it, in the hallway!! I quickly pulled my toy from my love hole, quickly threw on a oversized t-shirt that my husband wore and which I use as a nightshirt. I quickly opened the door with him standing in my hallway. “I’m sorry… I need to use your bathroom if you don’t mind?” Of course not I said. Absolutely! Oh my God, I’m wondering how much did he hear because I get rather loud while pleasing myself. He was finished very quickly and met me in the hall after using the bathroom. Awkward to say the least, I broke the silence and asked if he would like some water or a bite to eat with him saying, If it isn’t too much a bother. He sat there in the kitchen as I made him a clubhouse sandwich still in my oversized t-shirt bare foot and nothing on underneath. I could feel his eyes on me. Or so I imagined. After all I’m 62 and although I stay in excellent shape I couldn’t imagine a young man as he finding a 62 year old in an old t-shirt that goes down to three inches above my knees, attractive. That is until he commented on my figure and as he put it, unbelievable legs. I blushed and thanked him as I served up his sandwich. I told him how flattered I was but that a young man as he shouldn’t find an old woman as being attractive. He said, “Are you kidding? Don’t take me wrong Mrs Turner but you are hot… especially in that t-shirt. My nipples went very hard with my still somewhat firm braless C cups betraying my feelings. The warmth flooded over my body. I brought out the pitcher of water from the fridge to refill his glass. He sitting at the kitchen table I approached and poured. I felt the touch of his hands on my thighs. I surprised myself by not moving and continued to pour. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I finished filling his glass, put the pitcher on the table. He immediately moved his hands up my t-shirt one hand and the other filled with my bare bum cheeks. My knees went weak. He said nothing. Held me close lifting my shirt up and kissing my tummy and then my breasts. My hands automatically running through his hair. He acted hungry very hungry with me being the source. It was totally sincere. He then lifted my shirt up and off, me standing before him with my nude 62 year old body and bright kitchen lighting. It was scary and yet exciting. He got up moved the chair and then dropped to his knees kissing my tummy his fingers gentle on my pussy then he pulled me over his face with me bracing my weight with my arms over my head and on the wall. All this was very new to me. His mouth and tongue were experienced beyond his years my knees buckling as he sucked and licked my clit. My body now shaking as I reached orgasm. Was I crazy? This young man all of 19-20 eating me in broad daylight seeing all of me. He stood and held me as we kissed. I suddenly felt as a silly old woman and said as much as I asked him to let me cover up. He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom where further embarrassment laid buzzing on my bed. Yes I had left my vibrator on and laying on the bed. He gently laid me down, shut off the toy saying, you won’t need this as he then got naked and entered my pussy. His young body working in concert with mine as we both came. We spent the whole day in bed doing everything imaginable. I and he meet every so often here at my place. I have no delusion of us being anything but our magic moments.