Mary: A Desired Older Woman

'But I do love him, Bert. We have a comfortable life, lovely children, a nice home and I know he works hard, but........!' and Mary tailed off from what she was really wanting to say.

Mary was 49 and had spent her whole life living in the little village in Hampshire, down a tiny, leafy lane that led to a small bay by the sea. She had been married for nearly 30 years, and had inherited the little bungalow from her parents when they had died, so she had lived at the same address for most of her life, apart from about 10 years when she first got married.

Her children had all grown up and left home and it was only her and her husband now in the tiny bungalow. She had worked for many years at the local primary school, helping out as a dinner-time supervisor, and this was about as much work that Mary had done. But she tried to stay active, and this was why she was talking to old Bert in his sitting room one lunch time.

Bert was 69 years old, old enough to be Mary's father, and lived only 4 doors from Mary, down the same leafy lane. He had been a widower for about 5 years, since his poor old wife had died, and Mary and her husband had gradually taken it upon themselves to keep an eye on the old man. Mary took a dinner in for him most mornings, she gave the bungalow a good clean once a week, did a bit of washing now and then, and if Bert wanted something particular from the town, either she or her husband would get it for him when they next visited.

There was not much in the local village, only a church, a pub, a few houses, the tiny school and a small shop so, anything substantial that was needed required a trip to the nearest town, either by car or by bus. Bert wasn't housebound, and he still got around and enjoyed his huge garden and a walk to the pub whenever he could, but he wasn't as young as he used to be, and life was slowing down for him, especially since his wife had died.

He sometimes loved to stroll down to the bay in the warm weather, and sit and watch the activities on the water, or the birds flitting from tree to tree along the shore-line. Consequently, he found the help from Mary and her husband invaluable.

But he did enjoy it when Mary visited.....and who could blame him?

Mary was an attractive woman, about 5'9, with lovely dark hair cut very short, a slim figure for a woman her age, and the most amazingly long, shapely legs. She dressed quite conservatively, never outlandish or risqué, but Bert could see that under those smart clothes, there was definitely a mature woman with a fine figure. So, the more that Mary visited, so he could just admire that wonderful, feminine form, the more Bert liked it!

Mary herself had almost made the beach in the little bay her own during her life-time. If there was any sign of sunshine in the summer months, she would get her bikini on, pack a little picnic and set off for the 5 minute walk down to the bay, and there she would soak up the sunshine or have a relaxing swim, until it was time to get home to cook dinner. When the children were younger, they would all do the same thing.....get down to the bay for swimming, games and sunbathing, and the life of a big city was something that Mary just saw on the TV.....Mary was definitely a country girl, but a very attractive country girl.

She had got into a good routine of seeing her husband off to work early in the morning, doing the housework, popping in to see Bert for half an hour or so, going to school for her lunch-time duties and then whizzing down to the beach as soon as she could. She hated the winter and rainy days, and she was always perky and bright if the sun was shining.

On this particular April morning, she had cleaned Bert's bungalow by dusting and hoovering, and had left his dinner for him in the fridge. She was feeling quite optimistic and happy because spring was here and hopefully she had a few months of sunshine and light evenings to look forward to. She was sitting in the kitchen talking to Bert before she had to go to the school, when Bert suddenly asked,

'Look Mary, I'm going down the lane after I've eaten your delicious dinner, for a couple of pints at the Swan. Why don't you come over after you've finished at the school, and I'll buy you a drink? I think you deserve it after all the running around you do for me. After all, it's Friday, isn't it?'

Mary blushed for a moment. She didn't really drink at lunch-time, and not much in the evening, come to that, and she tried to protest. However, Bert wasn't having any of it. He was probably swayed by the way Mary looked that morning. Her dress was a little short, but today she seemed to be wearing fish-net tights which made her legs look stunning, as usual, thought Bert.

'Look, Mary, I won't take no for an answer today, see! You come over and have a drink with me, and then you can see me safely back home afterwards, can't you?' and Bert giggled, trying to put the shy wife at ease a little.

'Well, I don't know, Bert. I've got to get back and do some more housework, and......' He interrupted her.

'Don't be silly. You can just nip over to the Swan after your work, and we'll be back here in no time.'

As she stood in the playground, watching the kids screaming and running all over the place, Mary thought about having that drink. It had been ages since she had gone into a pub at lunch-time, but the sun was shining, and she knew it would buck old Bert up if she were to join him. There, her mind was made up, and 30 minutes later, she was sitting back with Bert having a brandy and lemonade which he had bought her. She protested when he bought her another one, but had to admit to herself that she enjoyed it, and then soon afterwards, they were walking down the little lane back to Bert's bungalow.

'You'll have to come in for a cup of coffee, Mary, won't you? I think I'm a bit unsteady on my feet,' he said with a laugh.

'You old rascal, Bert, aren't you?' she giggled. 'You're no more unsteady than I am...getting me two brandies......you'll have my husband asking questions,' and she linked arms with the old man as they made their way up to Bert's front door.

Once inside, Bert slumped down into his favourite armchair and watched through the door to the kitchen as Mary boiled the kettle for 2 coffees. He watched her every move, hoping to see more of that wonderful body and, after at least 4 pints of beer at the pub, he was feeling quite flirty and brave as he looked at the attractive wife. Suddenly, Mary put the 2 cups onto the kitchen table and bent slightly to stir in the milk and sugar. God, old Bert nearly had a seizure as the most magnificent view feasted his eyes.

Mary's dress had slid right up the back of her long legs to show nearly all of her fishnet tights and perhaps there was just a tiny glimpse of her little panties underneath. Bert could feel his cock stir gently in his trousers, and it had been a long time since anything had made that happen. Although he didn't dare rub himself across his crotch, he couldn't resist himself.

'Corr, Mary.....you got some wonderful pins on you, haven't you? Real sexy they are,' he giggled in his deep, country accent. By this time, Mary had picked up the tray and was coming into the lounge to join Bert.

'Were you staring at my legs, Bert, you naughty old man. You know you shouldn't be looking,' she laughed. Bert kept up the bravery.

'Yes, I was, you lovely thing. You know what? I think you've got the best legs in the village, Mary......and I'm not the only one to notice, either!'

'Oh, go on with you, Bert.....you've had too much beer inside you, that's what you've had!' And then she blushed and thought of his words. 'But thank you, Bert, that's a very nice compliment. At least it's nice to be appreciated somewhere!' and she regretted the phrase almost as soon as she had said it. It wasn't lost on the old man, however.

'Don't you think you are appreciated, Mary? I bet you are, you know. You mean by your husband, don't you? Is that what you mean? I bet underneath it all, Eric still fancies you like hell and.........' and it was Mary's turn to interrupt.

'Oh it's nothing, Bert, really. It's not the end of the world. We've been married a long time now....nearly 30 years.....and I suppose the sparkle doesn't last forever, does it? I've got everything I need, but I sometimes wonder if life is passing me by and perhaps I've missed some excitement and........he gets very tired at work all day...he's gone in the car by 7 in the morning and often doesn't get back until 8 at night. Then he just falls asleep in front of the TV and then it's time for bed, and........God, Bert, I shouldn't be telling you all this, so you make sure nothing goes past these four walls,' and she managed another laugh with the old man while she took a sip of coffee.

'Now, don't you worry, Mary. I don't breathe a word about what you tell me...and I mean that! But, like I said, I'm not the only one to notice those lovely legs and that shapely figure. Some of the old men in the pub are often talking about seeing you in the school playground and around the village......and they all admire a nice pair of legs and a slim figure. You should show more of them, Mary. It certainly brings a ray of sunshine to the rest of us......and I always look to see what you're wearing when you come to visit!' and Bert couldn't help but take another leering look at the stunning legs on view.

'You're making me blush, Bert, you naughty old man. Do you really think I've got nice.......no, no, I'm a middle-aged woman now, with grandchildren, so you can't mean.....!' but Bert kept up the attack.

'Look Mary. It makes me really 'chipper' if you're wearing something nice....especially if it's short and shows off your lovely legs, so don't you go talking about being too old.......you're still a young whipper-snapper, you are' he laughed, 'Even if Eric doesn't appreciate his lovely wife, there are a lot of us around the village who do!' Mary certainly was blushing now and didn't really know what to say. She had never realised before that she had such an effect and all she could do was try to brush it off and carry on. She took the last sip of her coffee and rose to go back home.

'You're a little devil, Bert, but I've got to get back home to finish off some house-work and get the dinner ready. So, perhaps Eric will pop in over the week-end to see if you want anything, and I'll definitely be in to see you on Monday. Now, you behave yourself, now, and don't go getting yourself drunk down the Swan, will you?' she laughed again.

'Let's have one more look at them sexy legs before you go....go on, Mary. It'll give me something to remember for the next couple of days.' He couldn't resist trying to tease the attractive wife again.

'God, Bert, you're awful, aren't you? I've really got to go, so I'll see you soon,' but as she turned and made her way to the lounge door, Mary bent over for a split second, knowing that her dress would slide up the backs of her thighs, perhaps giving Bert a brief glimpse of her black panties. It was over in a flash, but Bert didn't miss it at all, and then Mary turned to give the old man a wink and a final 'See you soon!'

As she was opening the front door to leave, she heard Bert yell out,

'Corr, Mary. You're a sexy young thing, you really are!' and then she was gone.

She had a spring in her step as she went up the lane to her own bungalow. It was Friday, she had enjoyed a couple of drinks in the pub, and she had brightened the heart of old Bert with a flash of her gorgeous legs. It had really surprised her when he had complimented her on her legs and figure, and he had even said that some of the other villagers talked about her on occasions. My God, what embarrassment, she thought.

She did the rest of the housework, thinking about Bert's words again, and carried it on while she cooked dinner. He had said things like, 'sexy young thing,' 'they all admire a nice pair of legs,' 'especially if it's short and shows off your lovely legs.' Did they really think that way? Did they really talk about her and admire her sexy legs and figure? And when she had let Bert have a quick flash of her panties, Mary had felt a wonderful buzz go round her body and perhaps felt a little moistness in her panties.

God, what was happening, she thought to herself, and then she suddenly thought, 'I wonder what it does to old Bert's cock?' No, no, Mary.....it had just been a bit of fun after a couple of drinks at the pub......grow up and act your age, she told herself, but those nice feelings and thoughts lasted right until her husband arrived home from work. Was she feeling a bit frisky after her 'discussions' with Bert? The weekend would tell!!

As usual, the weekend was a let-down for Mary.....except for one thing. After the meal on Friday evening, Eric, as usual, went to sleep in the chair, so Mary decided to have a luxurious bath. She put all sorts of oils into the hot water and just lay back and soaked herself in the bubbles. Her mind was still going over Bert's words that afternoon, and how she had felt with her little flash of panties. '.....not the only one to notice your lovely legs,' 'they all admire.....' Mary kept churning these words and phrases over in her mind and gradually her hands began to caress her pert breasts, making the nipples stand up hard.

The water felt warm and sensuous, lapping against her body and down around the tops of her legs, and her hands just kept caressing as she thought of the words. Did the other old men talk about her and her figure? Bert seemed to imply that they did! God! Her hand moved down over her stomach and found the wet matt of her pubic hairs, and Mary just kept caressing as the thoughts muddled her mind.

Again she thought of the excitement of flashing her panties to Bert, and her hand went lower, finding the hardness of her clit in the water. The erotic feelings started to meander around her body and Mary began to caress her clit with more conviction. Her other hand was stroking her breasts, pulling at the nipples and, suddenly, Mary thought of herself as a woman again, not just a middle-aged wife, working as a school supervisor with a lovely husband who, unfortunately, just went to work and wore himself out day after day.

Yes, Mary was chuffed to know that her figure and legs were still admired, and her hands were going faster now. She felt a twinge of shame but this was overcome by the excitement and the feelings in her body. Yes......yes, yes......this moment was for escaping the real world, and Mary couldn't help but have ......oh my God, she knew what was happening to her as her body began to shudder. She was breathing heavily, her mouth was open and her eyes were shut.

'Eeeeeeeeeeek..........,' and Mary tried to keep her voice down as the shattering orgasm washed all around her body. She hadn't felt so fulfilled for months, and she wallowed in the magnificent after-glow, even though she still had that twinge of guilt at what she had done. Never mind, no-one knows and the whole day had really given Mary a wonderful fillip.

Eric played golf on Saturday morning with his friends, he and Mary did a bit of gardening in the afternoon, and then they went to town for a meal in the evening. Mary looked particularly attractive in the restaurant, and she enjoyed the meal with her husband but, back home in bed, she was more than a little frustrated as Eric read the paper before gently turning over and finally drifting into the land of nod! Once more, Mary thought of the words....'they all admire your legs,' 'especially if your dress is short,' but she contented herself with a little smile before she, too, was sleeping peacefully.

Sunday was a similar day. One of the children popped over with a grandchild, Eric mowed the lawn for Bert, but Eric went to bed even earlier, in readiness for another hectic week at the office. By this time, the feelings of Friday had slightly worn off for Mary, but she looked forward with a little more excitement to the upcoming week and her visits to old Bert. She also thought that there might be some opportunities to get down to the little bay if the weather stayed nice.

Monday morning brought a flutter of excitement to Mary as she said goodbye to Eric. Was she going to try and excite old Bert when she went to see him, or was she going to remain the prim and proper wife? Her head told her to behave herself and be the conservative village lady that she'd always been, but there was just an inkling of naughtiness in her mind as she quickly went about doing her chores. She'd had a boring weekend, with only the joy of seeing her grandchild to brighten it up, so she decided to give herself a bit more time at Bert's before she had to go to the school, so she made him a ham salad and thought she might go down to the bay after work, as the sun was beautifully warm, even this early in the morning.

At about 10o'clock, Mary was knocking on the side door of Bert's bungalow, as she always did, and wandered into his kitchen. There were a few butterflies in her stomach as she called out, 'Yahoo, Bert. It's me,' and she could hear the old boy coming along the hallway.

'Is that you, Mary? You're a bit early, but it's a nice surprise, you know,' and then Bert came into the kitchen. 'Oh my goodness me, Mary. You look lovely today........no you look scrumptious. And you've got a ham salad as well, my favourite.' Mary blushed but she knew that her efforts had been worth while. She could see the old man looking her up and down, especially taking in those wonderful legs once more. The little, denim skirt really was short, showing off her tanned thighs, and Mary had worn some high-heeled shoes which she knew accentuated her long legs.

Bert almost blew a whistle between his teeth as he ogled the lovely wife, and all Mary could do was stand there and let the old man enjoy her curves. If truth be known, this was the effect she wanted to have, to tease the old man a little, so that perhaps he might compliment her some more.

'I told you that you've got the best legs in the village, didn't I? Well, they certainly brighten up a Monday morning.....corrr......let's have a look at you. Turn round, Mary!' Mary was still blushing but she also had a little buzz in her stomach at the way Bert was enjoying her figure.

'Now, now, Bert, don't get carried away, now. It's only one of my old skirts I've had for ages and......' but she smiled as Bert got up and went to one of the kitchen cupboards. Gently, Mary did a full turn in front of him, and she knew the view would be eye-catching for the old man. She would always admonish him, but secretly it brought a thrill to know that she could still turn a man's head when she wanted. Then, she took a deep breath as she saw Bert holding a camera.

'No, no, Bert, you can't take a picture of me.......I'm a married lady and.......who.....who might see it? No, no, Bert....where will you get it developed, anyway? No, no!'

'Don't worry, Mary,' the old man tried to reassure her. 'I don't need to develop it....I've got a computer, you know that.....and even an old boy like me can work his way round a computer. And I promise that only I will see it. Come on, just one picture.....you look so sexy this morning, and it will keep my pecker warm on a cold night.' He grinned.

'Your pecker?.......you naughty old man. Well, I don't know really. You promise, Bert, you really do?'

'Of course, I do, Mary. I'm an old man now, and you know you have lovely legs, so just stand on the stairs where I can see you properly, and then we can sit down and have a nice cup of coffee. Come on, Mary.' Mary smiled at his cheek but, again, she was quietly thrilled and excited about the way Bert was teasing and manipulating her. She went along the hallway, behind old Bert, and moved a few steps up the stairs.