A Wrong Deivery (First Of A Two Parter

A WRONG DELIVERY
I was quite happy with my new found single life, I was retired and had been widowed for just under a year and was really enjoying the freedom. Going to bed and getting up when I wanted, going down the pub without having to suffer the Spanish Inquisition when I got home and far as sex was concerned there were plenty of sites on the computer to satisfy my needs. I was living the life of Riley.
I had a small one bedroomed flat in a retirement complex in North Wales that had all the comforts I needed but all that changed when a new tenant moved into the flat directly above mine. Almost from the first night there were sounds of a sexual nature filtering down through the ceiling and my cock would harden as I lay there listening to them.
I hadn't even seen the lady concerned but I made up my mind that I had to and asked our live in warden about her. I found out that her name was Hazel Evans, and like me she was in her late sixties, which surprised me because from what I'd heard, she had the sex drive of someone much younger. My chance to get to know her came in an unexpected way when, one morning I heard the post drop through my letter box and when I picked it up I found that was a letter amongst it that wasn't mine. I was pleased to see that the address on it was the flat above mine, the perfect excuse to meet my new neighbour.
Slipping a jacket on, it was the middle of winter, I made my way up to her flat. To get to her front door, I had to pass the bathroom and as I did, I heard the shower running and, for a second, thought about calling back later, then the dirty old man in me kicked in. Maybe she'd come to the door in her dressing gown. So I knocked on the door and waited. After a minute or so I saw her suddenly appear at the other side of the frosted glass and knew straight away that she had indeed come straight of the bathroom.
Even before the door opened, I had my best smile on and the beginnings of an erection in anticipation of what I might see. When the door finally opened I was pleased to see that she was indeed wearing just her dressing gown and although I couldn't really see anything my erection grew as an image of her standing there without it flashed into my mind. As she stood there, I began to doubt what the warden had told me about her age. She certainly didn't look to be in her late sixties, without knowing better, I'd have put her at at least ten years younger. She was about five feet four, between nine and ten stone with shortish blonde hair and green eyes. All in all a very attractive, mature woman.
?Mrs. Evans?? I asked. ?Yes, that's me,? what can I do for you?? At first she didn't seem to be very happy to see me but when I held out the envelope and told her who I was, she smiled. ?Oh I'm sorry,? she said, ?I was in the shower, I wasn't expecting visitors this early in the morning.? I saw her shiver as a cold blast blew through the door and I handed her the letter and was about to turn and leave, when she stopped me. ?It's cold out there,? she said, ?would you like a coffee or something??
It was a no brainer and I told her I'd love one and she stood aside as I stepped into the hallway. As I walked past her I breathed in the clean, just showered smell of her and my cock got even harder. She showed me into the lounge and pointed at the couch. ?Make yourself comfortable while I put the kettle on,? she said as she went into the kitchen. Our flats are open plan so I could see her as she filled the kettle then crouched down to get something out of one of the bottom cupboards. I nearly blew my load there and then as, as she bent her knees, her dressing slipped off her legs and a good expanse of her upper thighs was revealed.
She must have realised what she'd done, because still stooping down, she turned and looked at me. ?Oops,? she said, ?sorry about that, I'm not used to having male company around.? That really surprised me, because from what I'd been hearing it sounded like she had plenty men up here, but I didn't say anything. She stayed in the kitchen until the kettle had boiled then returned to the lounge with two mugs of coffee and sat on the other end of the couch. We sat and chatted and I introduced myself properly, telling her my name was Mike and lived in the flat below her and for a second I saw a look of panic in her eyes. She told me to call her Hazel then, strangely went on to discuss the structure of the flats, remarking at how thin the walls were and the way she could hear her neighbours TV through the dividing wall. I got the distinct impression she was on a fishing trip, trying to find out if I could hear anything from my flat, but I didn't take the bait and just changed the subject.
I told her more about myself and complimented her on the way she looked, saying that the warden had told me roughly how old she was and that I couldn't believe it. She blushed when I said she looked at least ten years younger than the warden had said and she thanked me for the compliment. For a further fifteen minutes or so, we chatted about nothing in particular, then suddenly she went back to the structure of the flats and asked me point blank if I could hear anything from her flat. I admitted that I could but added that it was her business what she got up to in her own property and added that I quite liked listening to her entertaining her men friends. For a second or two, she sat there blushing then she laughed. ?Men friends Mike? I wish,? she laughed, ?your the first man I've been alone with for over a year.? Now it was my turn to go red, I'd totally misread the situation and I didn't know what to say but Hazel just smiled. ?Come with me,? she said, ?taking my hand, ?I want to introduce you to someone.? Pulling me to my feet, she led me down the hallway to her bedroom.
Once inside she walked around the bed and, from a bedside cabinet drawer, pulled out a vibrator. ?Mike, meet Roger, my one and only man friend,? she laughed. I must have looked like a damn goldfish, my mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. Eventually though, I regained my voice and stammered an apology. ?Oh I'm so sorry Hazel, I thought you were errrr. ? Hazel had a broad grin on her face as she took in my discomfort. ?Oh there's no need to apologise Mike,? she laughed, ?I have been told I'm quite noisy when I'm.... you know.? The ice between us was now well and truly broken and I sat down on side of the bed while Hazel sat down on the other.
?Does it get you, you know.....? she said, looking across at me. This was going better than I'd even dared to hope it would so I smiled across the bed at her. ?Do you mean does it get me hard?? I asked. Hazel blushed and nodded. ?Yes Mike, does it?? This was it, it was either go for it or leave and of course, I chose the former and swung my legs up onto the bed and lay back. ?Well, Hazel, there's only one way to find out isn't there.? The bulge in my pants was blatantly obvious now and I saw her smile when she saw it. What happened next was just what I'd hoped for as Hazel did the same as I had and lay down beside me. Propping myself up on one elbow I looked down at her and her lips parted, inviting me to kiss her, an invitation I wasn't slow to accept and soon we were kissing passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouth.
She was moaning softly as I ran my fingers through her hair then moved my hand down and slid it into the top of her dressing gown and stroked the tips of my fingers over her soft warm breasts. As soon as I touched one her nipples, her hips rose sharply up from the bed and she gasped out loud. Now I've been with enough women in my time and know the sounds and scents of a woman coming and that's just what Hazel had done, the fastest I've ever known any woman come.
I pulled my hand out from her dressing gown and tugged at the belt, undoing the knot and pulling the gown apart. Now it was my turn to groan as I saw, for the first time, her nipple tipped breasts. Like the rest of her they didn't look like the breasts of a sixty something woman. Each soft orb was tipped by a pale pink areola at the centre of which was a fully erect nipple, a nipple that seemed to be begging to to be touched, begging to be kissed. I was still fully dressed but I quickly got off the bed and removed everything bar my underpants then lay back down beside her.
As I leant over and took one of the hard nipples between my lips Hazel groaned softly and I felt her hand move between us. Now I gasped as I felt it slide under the the waistband of my underpants seconds before her sharp, manicured nails raked across the tip of my knob. It had been quite some time since I felt a woman's fingers on my cock and I knew if she carried on I wasn't going to last long, so reluctantly I pulled my lips off her nipple and walked round to the foot of the bed and stood looking up between her spread thighs. I was again surprised to see that, unlike most women her age her pussy wasn't a mass of unkempt pubic bush instead I was staring a light thatch of neatly trimmed, greying, blonde hair, her vaginal lips clearly visible below it.
As I climbed up onto the bed between her thighs, I looked up at her and smiled and saw a bewildered look on her face and as I moved my own face down towards her moist, pink folds, I felt her body tense. The sweet scent of her recent orgasm mixed with the perfume of her shower gel drifted up to meet me as I lowered my mouth onto them and ran the tip of my tongue through the cleft between them. She still felt tense but as I reached the top of her slit and teased her hooded clit with the tip of my tongue, she gasped out loud and suddenly relaxed. I sucked and licked at her soft petals for over ten minutes, working from her clit to the glistening entrance to her sex taking her to multiple orgasms until she was soaking wet and I knew what I wanted next and hoped she wanted the same.
I slid off the bottom of the bed and stood up, sliding my underpants down over my hips. I was watching Hazel's reaction as I uncovered my fully erect cock and I saw and heard her gasp again. She groaned in anticipation as I resumed my position between her thighs and, with cock in hand, shuffled forwards until the tip of my knob was nestled in the folds of her pussy lips. I waited for a moment, looking up the bed at her face sweet face then slowly eased forwards, sliding my length slowly into her until I saw my red pubes, mix with her blonde ones. Again I paused, and groaned as I felt her inner muscles massaging my length then started a slow, deliberate sawing motion, sliding my full length in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy.
I kept it slow until I felt her respond, her hips rising and falling in time with my thrusts then increased my speed until we were moving in unison, moving together like a well oiled machine. I looked down between us and groaned as I saw, that each time I pulled my cock back, my shaft was coated in her juices, her multiple orgasms had made the perfect lubricant. After less than five minutes of this, I felt my balls tighten and knew my climax was imminent and warned her I was about to come. ?Yes Mike, yes,? she groaned, ?come for me I want to feel you come.? That was it I couldn't hold back any longer and with one final, deep thrust my balls exploded, sending my cumm coursing up my shaft and into her spasming honey pot. I think I came harder then I'd ever come before, pumping wad after wad of my seed into her at the same time as her pussy erupted around my cock.
Hazel fingers were gripping the duvet as she drove her hips up at me as she came but all good things must come to and end, as the old saying goes and slowly we both calmed down until I collapsed forwards onto her, crushing her breasts between us. I eventually rolled off her and we spent the next fifteen minutes or so kissing and cuddling like a couple of teenagers then Hazel sat up. ?Thank you Mike, thank you so much, that was wonderful, I'd forgotten just how good it felt to have a real man inside me,? she grinned then added, ?Roger's okay but you can't beat the real thing.?
I looked across at the clock on the bedside cabinet, ten o'clock. I couldn't believe ten o'clock in the morning and I'd already enjoyed one of the sexiest women I'd ever met. Hazel suddenly got off the bed and tossed me a dressing gown. ?I don't know about you Mike,? she laughed, ?but I'm ready for another coffee. I go and put the kettle on.? By the time I got back to the lounge the coffee was already made and we sat there and chatted again as we drank it, this time though we were more than just neighbours. We were lovers!!!