Pleasing Angie

Hugo readily agreed to help Angie with a chore, the fixing of a modern chandelier-styled centre light in her living room. It meant standing on a low set of steps without a handrail, and it was thought better, and safer, if he undertook the work and Angie was there to pass to him what tools and a new fitment, if that was needed.

His wife, Joan, had kept in contact with Angie over the years since they had worked together, and then retired. Sadly, Angie had become a widow some four months ago after nursing her husband through a debilitating illness that finally took him from her.

He prided himself on his DIY skills. Given Angie's circumstances and having always liked her friendly ways, how she clothed her shapely, figure, he looked forward to being with her He was close on 70 years of age, stood nearly six foot tall and Angie, he remembered, just reached his shoulder. She tended to her looks and seemed to always take pride in her appearance.

"I'm glad that you agreed to help me, Hugo," Angie said as she led him into the living room, a low circular table with its mahogany surface standing at its centre, shifted away, before she pointed up at the chandelier-like light fitting. "I'll turn on the light so you can see the lamp-holder that's failed..."

"I see that you have a whole new light should I not be able to fix it," he said, watching her step away and reach for the light switch. The woman still had much to like and admire about her.

"Yes, it is on a sale and return basis. I explained and the store accepted what I told them..."

"Good. Now, I'd better get to work..."

"I'll hold the ladder shall I....we can't have you falling off, can we?"

She smiled beautifully as she spoke and now watched him as he took each tread at a time before standing on the small platform and wiggled the fitment to see if the problem was only a loose connection. Angie held the light shade in her free hand.

Angie studied the man she now relied upon to help her out, Joan telling her that Hugo was always up for a challenge and could be relied upon to help her in every way that he could.

She saw Hugo's slender face with deep wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, but it was a kindly face, his gaze reflective and she had sensed that it was often fixed upon her. His forehead is deeply wrinkled, as are his cheekbones, but his greying hair, parted on the left of his head, is silky and rich; brushed up and to the right, his thin stubble beard neatly kept. He's dressed in a denim shirt and jeans; a black studded belt threaded through the loops.

Clearly, he has a rebellious streak or does not care what people think of a man of his age dressed in that way.

"You can turn off the light, Angie. I think it will be fixed in no time."

So, he stood on the steps and tightened all the screws that held the wire feeds to the lamp base, his special screwdriver, insulated, thus letting him know when the connection was sound again, by lighting up, before he screwed down the ring that secured the lamp holder in place.

All the while, he remained aware of her presence, Angie's closeness, her face disconcertingly level with his groin. He looked down at her for an instant, but Angie's gaze seemed to be upon the bulge in his trousers. Perhaps he was having as much an effect upon her as she had begun to have upon him.

His involvement with her, in this way, was only too sudden, so unexpected.

Seeing how her dresses shaped Angie's figure he had begun to fantasise as he worked; about what Angie would bring to the eye and his touch if she was naked. It wouldn't all be so firm and inviting, would it? But still, she had a pleasing figure and captivating look in her eyes, now, to go with it.

Damn it! Could he actually feel her breaths on him, slow and steady, as she stood so close. Was she in a trance; had she brought him to that point by simply being there and provoking his imagination.

" Hand me the lampshade, would you, Angie?" He broke the spell but had to say it again. "Angie, the lampshade?"

"Oh...oh, yes, of course," she answered and held it up to him as their eyes met for an instant.

"Thanks," he said, smiling, only to then be dismayed as she slid her hands down over him, touching the front of his trousers but keeping away from what he felt was a hardening swell. How silly this all seemed, his imagination and feelings for the woman running riot, and she perhaps aware of the effect that she was having on him.

Just what was he to make of this? His penis throbbed in his trousers.

"Hold the steps steady for me, could you, Angie? I need to keep my balance as I use both hands to tighten everything up and check the other lamp holders and shades while I'm at it..."

It was nonsense, what he was asking, but he wanted to see what else Angie would do.

"Will this do?" she asked and he gasped at her brazen ways, trailing her hands over his hips and then feeling her face against his belly, his erection now straining against the front of his trousers and he sensing the warmth of her breaths. "We...we can help each other in so many ways."

He gazed down at her and, finished with what he had to do, he now stepped down, Angie's attention seeming only to be on what he would bring to her and his state of arousal no longer a secret,

"Angie, you can touch it...brush your fingers over me down there," he said in a teasing voice, then chuckling softly at the situation he now found himself in and was minded to pursue.

"Do...do you mean that, Hugo?"

His dismay at what he was saying gave way to feelings of uncommon lust for the woman who now stroked her hands over his belly and then down, to grip the swell of his penis. She then, without him choosing to prevent her from continuing, tugged at his belt with one hand as the other tugged on his zip.

Standing still, in the venter of the room, he was being undressed, his trousers and briefs pulled down his thin legs before |Angie snuffled against his mass of coarse pubic hair, her hands stroking his penis.

"You smell so manly and...and you have so much, are so thick and long," she said, her lips brushing over his erection before they closed around the domed tip. She leaned in to nuzzle kisses to his nuts, stroked his sac and kneaded it. Expertly, hungrily, she slicked her tongue up his shaft and slicked her tongue over the dome as the first drops of pre-cum welled out.

"Why now...why me?" he groaned as she began to mouth him, to brush her lips and flickering tongue in tantalising ways over his penis; the slick and lick of her tongue making his penis jerk and provoking rushes and cramps of pleasure in his groin.

He fell silent and watched her pleasure in him, a willing and horny man who felt himself captured by a still attractive, and lustful, woman who was somewhat older than he was. But with age came experience, a knowledge of ways that had been interrupted by her bereavement.

He felt the domed tip of his penis brush the back of her mouth, Angie's experience of performing these pleasurable acts not to be interrupted. She must feel his penis pulsing with lust and the need to let go, for him to climax as her actions seemed to expect of him.

"Oh woman...Angie...woman!"

He groaned over his parted lips, gripped her bobbing head as he felt his penis jerk and the first wad of his semen seared through his penis and into her mouth, Angie not slowing down in her tugging upon him with her hands, nor the deepening sucks on his jerking penis as it brushed over the roof of her mouth.

"Woman...woman...who have you become?"

His body kept jerking in response to her claims upon it. He stood on trembling legs and marvelled at her oral skills, who she was hidden until he met her gaze and saw the lust in Angie's eyes. Pleasing herself, finding pleasure and with him, was now her only purpose.

She laughed on licking her lips and he saw what had spurted from him on her tongue before she swallowed. She brushed the domed head of his penis over her lips, kissed it, before she stood up and left the room.

He stood there, dumbfounded by what had happened so suddenly, his trousers and pants still around his ankles. And, he still felt the ache of wanting to claim her, to not let what had just happened be the end of their, what seemed, depraved time together.

He followed the scurrying steps,as she rushed away up the stairs, and to a room dominated by a large double bed. Without a word being said he pushed her forward and onto the bed, the skirt of Angie's dress pulled up to her waist and her high-waisted knickers pulled away on a rip of tearing cloth, Angie gasping in dismay at his passion.

"I want you, but I won't hurt you," he said to reassure her.

"Bring it to me, put all that I have seen of you into me!"

He fingered her sex and used the moisture to coat his penis, to ease his penetration as he stroked it and felt it harden, an erection quickly sought after.

Slowly he pushed against her, the domed tip parting Angie's pussy's lips and nestling at her opening, his slow thrusts opening the way to his deepening penetration, his hands griping Angie's hips as she felt him possess her in long and plunging strokes until his belly bumped against her buttocks.

"Oh yes, you darling man...I need this from you!" she called out, shifting as he kept her close to the edge of the bed and humped her, felt how wet and open Angie had become; her clamps on his penis gradually strengthening as she became used to him being there.

He varied his taking of her; pushed in and out in both long and short, but lingering strokes, Angie groaning and sighing as she clamped upon him, and he knew that he would hold out for longer after she had already milked him.

Angie silenced her cries of pleasure as he pounded against her, his balls slapping and his penis becoming slicked with the flood of her pussy's juices.

"Yes, touch me there too!" she called out as he reached underneath her, tugged on Angie's buttocks before he stroked fingers over her star.

"Do...do you want me in there too, cos if you do, I'll slow down," he grunted, her ways with him bring the first cramps of what would be his second climax of the morning.

She answered by pushing back on his invading fingers as they probed past the puckered skin of her star. Slow but determined pressure gradually opened the way and he entered, Angie slowly rocking and swivelling her fleshy hips to heighten the sense of his deepening penetration.

"Go slowly, I just want to feel you in me...there...yes like that!" Her soft words of encouragement were met by the clamp of Angie's hands on her breasts, still covered by the top of her dress. He was now deep enough in her to share in the alien pleasure of taking a woman in this way. "Fill me again if...if you can! Make me yours too!"

2Angie..are..are you sure?"

"Yes. Deeper...go deeper," she groaned as he did as she asked of him. "Stretch me some more and let it all go!"

Angie became lost in the moment as he slowly took her in quick but short strokes, these ways of it alien to how it was with his wife, her calls to him encouraging his deepening thrusts, the pleasure and strangeness of it provoking the sudden cramps that he knew would result in his climax, whether she was ready for it or not.

Her did not recognise the passionate and wanton woman his wife's friend had become.

His penis throbbed as she called out obscenities and encouraged his deeper and quickening moves, his hands gripping her hips and his penis deep enough in her for him to feel lost in what was now being pursued and shared.

"Oh...oh Angie...Oh Angie!"

She stifled her cries with the bed covers; he collapsed upon her after ejaculating and then pulling out, his hands catching the last wads as his penis jerked. She shifted away from under him, as his penis grew limp.

Angie trembled under his touch as she moved to lie on her back, her dress rolled up around her waist and her skin a rosy pink where he had been, her thighs slicked with her pussy' juices that were mixed with his sperm.

"You are a surprise...a wild woman in her smart clothes," he smiled and gazed admiringly at her He pushed his hands behind her back and unzipped her dress. "I haven't really seen or touched them."

Angie offered her breasts, then stroked his hair as she kept his face on them, soft sighs of pleasure wafting over his face as his mouth closed over each nipple in turn, his tongue swirling and lips sucking them.

"Can I do anything else for you, while I'm here?" he asked, after some time, and they had both recovered from their tryst, the spontaneity and wildness of it.

He had done more than had first been asked of him, yet he wondered if the chore of mending the light had been a convenient excuse, a ruse to get him to attend to that chore before something else, of greater importance, was sought of him.

"No, but perhaps you'll consider visiting me from time to time to help distract me," she suggested, gazing across the space between them. "I didn't think you would respond to me and what I wanted in the way that you did, Hugo. It can only get better..."

Reckless as what she now proposed would be he decided that he would live for the moment whenever it might be and with Angie.

Pleasing her brought its own rewards.