1. Handy Man


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    The doorbell rang and I went to answer it, it was Tas. Tas had come to see why my broadband was not working. A little bit about me first. Let’s start with my name. I’m Louisa, but you can call me Lou; everyone does, even Tas. I’m fifty three and have been a widow for three years. Yes my husband died the day after my fiftieth birthday. He had a stroke. We did make love the night before. I think he only did his duty to me because he had not been interested in sex for over…well a long time; many years in fact. I wasn’t sure, but truthfully, I think he was turning gay. The stupid bastard! Twenty five years of marriage, and he turned out like that. Not that I have anything against gay or lesbian people, but I’m not into that and I never thought he was either. Back to me. I’m six foot three inches tall and I wouldn’t say I was slim, although I wish I was, but I’m not fat. I have what some people may say is a sturdy figure. Even if I say so myself, I look fantastic. I keep myself fit, well as fit as I need to be, and I am firm in all the right places. The best feature about me is my legs. They are thick and firm. My thighs are like tree trunks, hard to the touch, and I have well defined calf muscles. I have fairly broad shoulders mainly from all the swimming I did. I love to swim; I’m usually out three to four nights a week. My tits are firm, nothing sags on me. I have long blond hair and blue eyes. You may think I’m boasting, but hey, I’m just building a picture to let you know ...
    what I look like. I may have been fifty three in age, but to me I was still in the prime of my life. I have a very pale skin tone, mainly because I don’t tan very easily or at all. Although I didn’t need to, I did work in a pharmacy. My husband’s life insurance paid out well, but even without that, he had a highly paid position in a law firm, which left me with quite a tidy sum. I was making Tas a mug coffee when he called from the upstairs room, “Lou, it’s working.” I took up his coffe,e and he told me that I was back on-line. Let me tell you a little bit about Tas. He lived with his parents next door; I had been invited to his eighteenth birthday party last month. He was into his computers, and for a boy so young, he could fix a lot of things; he was a regular handyman. He fixed all sorts of things around the house for me. Tas was not a well-built boy. More the shame for me, I thought before all this happened. Tas was small, tiny by comparison to me. He was just five foot tall and quite slender. But he and I got on well together and enjoyed each other’s company. I got on well with his parents too; his mum was the same age as me. The only bit I’ve left out so far is that Tas was what you may call a ‘Jack the lad,’ he always boasted about everything he’d done. I personally took his brashness with a pinch of salt, he knew that, and that’s partly why we got on fairly well. He thought he was quite the ladies’ man and tried to act the macho git around them, and he knew I never fell ...
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