Part one: Untitled
Coming in from work, she was met by the sight of her neighbour on her doorstep. An older man, who lived on his own other than his dementia ridden wife, she felt sorry for him. He had no other family, and no friends that visited. He popped over sometimes to ask for help, to borrow a can opener or similar, or just for a cuppa and some company. She was really tired, and had just wanted to strip off, have a shower and slip, naked, between her crisp white sheets, but he was there now and she didn't have the heart to turn him away.
"Hi Albert, are you ok?" she asked.
"I'm OK, love, thanks. Sheila is asleep and I just fancied some company. But, you've just got in so I'll leave you to it" he replied, and went to turn on his heels and walk away.
"No, Albert, don't be daft. Come in and put the kettle on, you know where everything is. I'm just going to have a quick shower, then I'll be down" she said, and showed him in.
The two of them stepped over the doorstep, and were met with her worn bra and panties at the bottom of the stairs, where she'd dropped them the day before after she'd got in from work. She blushed, and gave him an embarrassed look.
"Don't worry, love. Nothing I haven't seen before. Only, yours are by far the nicest, I have to say", Albert grinned, and winked at her. A look passed between them, and she felt a strange feeling, something she hadn't ever felt before and something that surprised her. "Don't be silly" she thought. "He's an old man, and you're a 23 year old virgin. You're just overdue a man, and you're tired." With that, she went upstairs to her bathroom. She could hear Albert clanking mugs around in her kitchen, and chuckling to himself. She stripped off, stepped out of her panties, turned on the electric shower that was positioned over her bath tub and stepped in.
The water felt so good on her tired body, and she quickly soaped herself, paying particular attention to her pert breasts, teasing her nipples to hardness, and then sliding down to her pubic mound. Her fingers strayed between her lips, stroking her clitoris, making her gasp. She continued rubbing, hard, and slipped a finger inside her pussy. She was tight, so tight that it almost hurt. That made it feel all the better. She moaned out loud, probably louder than she should with a house guest. Albert must have heard her as he called upstairs to see if she was ok. She didn't answer, as she was embarrassed, but carried on fingering herself. She didn't hear Albert coming up the stairs until the door handle turned. She jumped, slipped in the tub and fell. She banged her head on the way down, and landed naked, legs spread and half dazed. Albert came in, saw her and rushed over. She felt his surprisingly strong arms wrap around her body, pick her up and carry her to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed, asking if she was ok. She mumbled yes, somehow not embarrassed at all at her nakedness. Albert grabbed a towel from the bathroom and, sensing she was still a bit out of it, started drying her off.
He started rubbing her dry- her face, neck, arms, stomach, legs, and then he stopped. Her breasts and between her legs were still wet and soapy. He looked at her, as if asking if she minded. She just nodded. Another look passed between them, and she felt a wetness between her legs that was nothing to do with the shower as he started to rub her breasts. Her nipples hardened once again, and a slight moan that she had no control over escaped her lips. Albert looked a bit taken aback, but then smiled a smile that she'd never seen before. Unspoken, his hands, now minus the towel moved down her body and started stroking her lips.
"Albert, I'm a virgin!" she murmered.
"Good" he responded, almost predator like, "this will be even sweeter!" as his fingers parted her lips and his mouth lowered towards her.
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