The Orchard Chapter 1

First story from The Orchard. Please read introduction first to get the background. You'll probably recognise the lady in this first adventure but there's plenty more ripe fruit in The Orchard, just waiting to be picked.

(Hazel)
One afternoon, about a week into the job, I got a call from Mrs. Evans, she said that one of the drawers in her bedside cabinet was stuck fast and could I go round and have a look at it for her. As I'd got nothing else lined up and this would be my first chance to visit one of the tenants I said I be right there.
Before I headed over to see what the problem was, I checked the files I had on all of the tenants. Her file said that Mrs. Evans, Hazel, was a seventy year old widow who'd lived on the estate for four years. She'd moved there with her husband but he'd passed away about a year after they'd moved in.
When I got there and she opened the door I had quite a surprise. There was no way Mrs. Evans looked seventy years old. At the most I'd have put her in her late fifties to early sixties. She was about five and a half feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair that looked totally natural. She had a few wrinkles on her face but that was to be expected and when she smiled at me they made her face look even prettier and even in the slacks and twin set she was wearing she appeared to have well preserved body.
?Oh thank you for coming round so quickly Mike,? she said as she stood aside for me to enter, ?I don't know what it is. I can't budge it. Showed me straight into the bedroom and when I checked the drawer she was right, it was well and truly stuck and I had to pull the cabinet away from the wall to see what the problem was. When I did, I could see what it was straight away, the drawer was well overloaded and there was a loop of wire hanging over the side of the drawer, jamming the runner. After I'd wiggled the wire about a bit, I went back to the front of the cabinet and gave the drawer a good hard tug and the whole thing flew out, spilling the contents out onto the floor.
When I stepped back and looked down at what had fell out of it I had quite a surprise. The floor was covered in a selection of underwear that definitely wasn't the sort of things I'd associate with a seventy year old lady. It was littered with a cock hardening selection of rather fetching bras, knickers and other sundry items of ladies underwear. What was even more surprising though was what the wire that had caused to problem was attached to. It was lead with a small control box on one end and one of the biggest, most lifelike vibrators I'd ever seen on the other. It was a good ten inches long and really thick and I felt my own eight inch cock start to harden as I bent down and picked it up. Not that a seeing a cock gets me hard, but the thought of this elderly lady owning and using such a monster certainly did. The sexy underwear surrounding it only made things even worse and I soon found myself with a full blown erection.
As I stood there, my mind filled with images of Mrs. Evans wearing some of the underwear or using the vibrator, I suddenly became aware that she was standing in the doorway watching me. Strangely though she didn't seem at all phased that I'd discovered her little secret and just smiled at me. ?You look shocked Mike,? she said, ?I might be getting on, but I've still got my needs you know. Don't you ever, errr, you know?? This was one of the weirdest situations I'd ever been in. A lady almost ten years my senior and that I'd only met less than half an hour before was openly asking me if I masturbated. She could obviously see I was uncomfortable and apologised. ?I'm sorry Mike,? she said, ?I didn't mean embarrassed you. I've just made coffee, why don't you come through to the lounge and I'll pour us one. I'll pick this lot up later.?
While we sat drinking our coffees, Hazel told me she and her husband had moved to North Wales from The West Midlands to look after her mother and when she'd passed away they'd moved to the estate. ?She said her husband had had a heart attack and she'd lived alone since then. After a while said she was going to pick the contents of the drawer up and said she wouldn't be long and for me to help myself to more coffee if I wanted one. I did as she'd said and poured myself a second cup and sat waiting for her to return.
After around ten minutes I heard her call me, saying she needed help with something and, not thinking anything of it I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. As I opened the door I stopped dead in my tracks, Mrs. Evans was lying on the bed wearing one of the pairs of knickers that had fallen out of the drawer, pale blue French style ones. She had the gusset pulled to one side and I could see that she was stroking the tip of the vibrator that had caused the problem up and down through her cunt lips. Her legs were spread wide and, through the mirrored doors of the fitted wardrobe that ran along the wall at the bottom of the bed, I could see every intimate detail of what she was doing and by the way the entrance to her pussy was stretched it was obvious that she'd already had the vibrator inside it and for a moment I just stood there in a state of shock.
Suddenly I realised that if I could see her through the mirror, there was no doubt she could see me, a fact that was proved when she rolled onto her side to face me and smiled. ?Don't just stand there Mike?? she said, ?come in. Toys are all well good and good but they don't come and I really want to feel a real one come inside me again.? This was an invitation no red blooded male could refuse and I was no exception and quickly went and stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. I could now see that she had pulled the vibrator out and the whole length of it was glistening with her juices.
?Well Mike,? she said, ?is yours going to be that real one?? I couldn't believe what was hearing, a woman I'd known for less than an hour was telling me she wanted to feel my cock coming inside her. Of course it was a no-brainer and I quickly stripped off and she gasped when she saw my eight inches bobbing up and own infront of her. ?Oh yes Mike,? she said, patting the bed beside her, ?that's just what I need, bring it closer, I want to touch it.?
I didn't need telling twice and went and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment she just lay there staring at my rock solid erection then sat up, pushed me down onto my back and and wrapped her fingers round it, stroking them up and down it. ?Oh God Mike,? she groaned, ?your so hard, It's years since I've felt anything like this.? I just lay there, my eyes closed, revelling in the mind blowing sensations she was sending through my body, as her fingers spread the beads of pre-cumm that were literally pouring from the tip of my cock, over my knob and shaft.
Suddenly she got up and straddled me and I looked down to see my cock disappearing between her cunt lips as she lowered herself down onto it. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven as I felt her inner muscles massaging every inch of my rock hard cock. Five minutes of this was all I could take and without warning, I came, pumping my load up into her obviously long neglected cunt. She continued to ride me until she drained me of every last drop then got off me.
?Your turn now,? she said as she moved up over my body, grabbed the headboard and straddled my face, holding the gusset of the knickers to one side again as she lowered her cunt down onto my mouth. This was something I'd never done, a cream pie was something new to me but after the pleasure she'd just given me I felt I owed i her and the glistening, pink cunt lips surrounding her cock tunnel were took good to ignore and I pushed my tongue up between them, tasting for the first time a mixture of my own cumm and her sweet love honey.
?That's it Mike,? she gasped, ?eat it Mike, eat my pussy.? I was more than happy to oblige her and began to run my tongue up and down through her cunt lips, dipping it into her cock tunnel when I passed over it. ?Oh God Mike, yes, yes,? she gasped,? My clit, suck my clit. Put a finger in me and suck my clit.? Again I was happy to comply and moved my lips up to her clit and took it between them. I couldn't believe how hot, hard and shiny it felt and I swear I could feel the blood pulsing though it as I ran my tongue over it. I slipped two fingers into her and quickly found her G-spot and pressed them up onto it, massaging it gently.
Her almost instantaneous orgasm took me completely by surprise as a wave of her juices poured out of her, filling my mouth but, as she had done for me ten minutes previously, I swallowed as hard as I could, savouring the sweet taste of her juices. She was now grinding her cunt down onto my face as her orgasm consumed her but finally the flow stopped and she relaxed. ?Oh Mike,? she said from above me, ?that was beautiful. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm like that. Thank you Mike, thank you so much.?
I put hands round her waist and lifted her off me and for the next ten minutes she lay beside me, recovering. After a while she rolled on her side and smiled at me. ?That was wonderful Mike,? she said, ?but do you mind if we call it a day for now? I haven't felt anything like that for years and I really do need to rest.?
Of course I was disappointed but I had the feeling that this was just the start of a long, intense relationship between us.