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My entire career as an engineer was spent at sea. I am retired now but at the time of the events I am writing about,I was in my early forties. I was at home on leave, and my wife was at work. Being a ship’s engineer meant that I had the experience of repairing all kind of machinery, which on a ship, meant anything from the main engines to a vacuum cleaner or the galley bread maker. These skills transferred home and I was often asked by friends and neighbours to repair stuff for them.My next-door neighbour was a widow called Sandra. She was in her mid-thirties and had two children. She lost her husband to a particularly cruel cancer a year or so before and she was just beginning to come back into the world. I had been good friends with her husband and had promised him that I would help Sandra and the kids if ever they asked.Sandra was a typical mum. She worked part-time and received a pension from her husband’s employer. She also had money from a life policy, so was not struggling financially. She made sure her kids were well turned out, but I think she let herself go a little in her grief. I always commented positively on her appearance whenever I saw her just to make her smile and maybe lift her spirits a little. She always suggested that perhaps my eyes needed testing.One morning Sandra came knocking on my door. I could see she looked upset.‘Thank goodness you’re in,’ she gasped.‘How can I help you, Sandra?’ I asked, ‘Is everything all right?’‘My washing machine has stopped working and the floor is flooded with soapy water.’ She was nearly in tears at this point. ‘I slipped in the suds and fell in the utility.’She turned to show the wet patch on her behind. My eyes lingered maybe a little too long.‘Are you hurt?’ I enquired, ‘do you need a doctor?’‘No. I’m fine. I’ll have a bruise but it’s nothing serious. Can you help with the washer?’‘I don’t know, but I’ll take look at it and find out. It may need new parts. If it does we’ll get them ordered and I’ll fit them, so don’t worry. Just let me get my tools.’I disappeared back into the house, reappearing moments later with my big blue toolbox.‘Come on,’ I said ‘let’s get the mess cleared up.’I took her hand and we walked around Sandra’s house to the side-door which opened directly into the utility room. The floor was flooded to about one inch in water with soapy suds floating on top. It looked like a tiny snowscape with the snow beginning to thaw. Plodding through the water to the other side of the room I switched off the washer and retrieved a mop and bucket from the corner. Working together we quickly had the floor wiped and dried.I pulled the washer from under the counter and proceeded to take the access panels off. I quickly established that the water pump seal was damaged, probably by some solid object passing through it. These types of pumps are cheaply manufactured and are not meant to be repaired, they are usually just replaced. Needless to say, I didn’t have another pump to hand, but half an hour on the bahis şirketleri internet and we had a new one ordered for delivery the next day.I decided to take another look at the washer in case there was anything else that could cause damage. Solid objects usually get trapped in the drum. Things like loose change or other stuff left in pockets by mistake. I found a length of wire about six or seven inches long, curved and with tiny plastic sealing bits at each end. I recognised it right away. I held it up for Sandra to see.‘That’s the wire from a bra,’ I said. Sandra peered at it.‘Really? how did it get in there?’‘From a bra, how else.’ I laughed because I could see she was slightly embarrassed. ‘If you still have the bra I could fix that as well.’‘You can do that? is there no end to your talents? I’ll go and see if I can find it.’ She went off upstairs, smiling.Where is this going? I thought.I should say at this point my wife and I were having a few problems. She was beginning to get tired of my going away for months on end and was trying to persuade me to get a job ashore. The only problem I saw with that was I couldn’t earn as high a salary ashore and she wasn’t willing to wind in her spending. She wanted holidays and new cars and that wouldn’t be possible with a lower income. I was also fairly sure she was having an affair with someone at work.Sandra reappeared with a flimsy piece of black lace that she swore was a bra. I teased her that it was way too small to get her breasts into, my gaze drifting to her not insubstantial bosom.‘It’s very stretchy,’ she said, ‘besides, I may have put on a little weight since John,’ her late husband, ‘bought it for me.’ She looked a little wistful at the memory, and I felt bad for teasing her about it. ‘He bought it as a set for a trip we went on for our anniversary. We came back to be told the diagnosis of the cancer. We never went anywhere together again.’ I saw the tears in her eyes.‘I’m sorry I teased you. I can only hope that you and John had a wonderful time on that trip. I know he liked to see you in sexy underwear.’ Sandra looked at me in shock.‘What do you mean?’‘Do you think we only talked about sports when we went to the pub?. He was very proud of you. He loved the way other men looked at you wherever you went. He was always telling me how turned on he got when you dressed sexily for him.’’I knew he liked it but he never told me it turned him on when other men checked me out. I got excited if I noticed them doing it. He often wanted me to flash in public, but I always felt embarrassed. I flashed you once though. I don’t know if you saw anything.’‘I remember that BBQ,’ I said. ‘You kept squirming in your chair; I wondered what was going on with you. When you stood up you placed your feet just a little too far apart. I could see you were wearing stockings and white panties.’‘I was squirming because the clasps of the suspenders kept digging into my thigh and I couldn’t get comfortable in the chair. I eventually bahis firmaları stood up because I couldn’t bear it anymore. If you remember I went inside to change. I took my stockings and garter belt off. I was quite tipsy by then and feeling a little naughty so I also took my panties off. When I told John that I was knickerless he was so excited that he tried everything he could to get me to flash you my bare pussy.’‘He told me that the week after. I was so disappointed that I didn’t see anything. I wish I’d paid more attention.’‘I thought you’d seen everything, I was so drunk; I wanted you to look.’The look in her eyes at this point told me that our talking about these things had got her excited. Her face was flushed red and her voice trembled. I knew that what I said next could take events in any direction I wanted.‘Do you still have the panties that match with this bra?’‘Yes, why?’‘Get me a small needle and thread, black thread, and I’ll show you.’She left the room and returned moments later with a tiny sewing needle and thread. I took the wire and slowly fed it into the slim pocket beneath the cup of the bra. I sewed up the ends and secured the wire back in place. I held it up like a trophy.‘There you are, as good as new.’ Looking at her I said, ‘As much as I like looking at women’s lingerie, I much prefer it when there is a beautiful woman wearing it.’ I handed the flimsy garment back to her. ‘Would you do me the honour of showing me what John saw when you wore this for him’She smiled and again left the room and went upstairs. My heart was banging out of my chest. I was about to cheat on my wife of fifteen years for the first time, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. I wanted Sandra and I was sure she wanted me. I decided just to be in this moment and to hell with anything and everything else. A few moments passed as I heard Sandra move around in the bedroom above me.‘Gordon,’ she called. ‘Could you come upstairs?’I went up the stairs two at a time. Not an easy thing to do when your cock was as hard as mine.‘In here,’ she called again but this time in a softer, more seductive tone.I rounded the door into what I now know was her bedroom. Sandra had brushed her long hair and it was fanned out behind her head on the comforter as she lay on her bed. She must have touched up her makeup because her lips were red with fresh lipstick and her eyes were darker with a little mascara. She looked gorgeous. She wore the bra and matching panties as I had asked. The bra was struggling to restrain her fabulous tits and the panties looked tiny on her voluptuous body.‘They are a little small now,’ she said.‘But no less sexy,’ I interjected. I could see through the transparent front panel of her panties that her pussy was nicely trimmed. A small triangle of darkness above the pink flesh below.‘You’re a bit overdressed, don’t you think?’ she said, her voice still sounding very seductive. Without saying anything I clambered out of my shirt and chinos and bent down to remove kaçak bahis siteleri my socks.‘Nice tush, lover,’ whispered Sandra. I went to get on the bed beside her. ‘Oh no, I want you to get naked for me.’ She wagged her finger to admonish me. ‘All off. Everything. If you want me,’ she smiled and run her right index finger along her slit over the front of her panties. ‘I’m soaking,’ she smiled and sucked her finger.I groaned at the sight and shucked off my briefs. My engorged cock catching in the waistband and springing up to slap my belly.‘Oooh, That looks nice. Good enough to eat.’ Her gaze never left my penis as I climbed onto the bed beside her. ‘I know you want to fuck me, Gordon, and I want to as well, but would you mind just holding me for a little while. It’s been so long since I was with a man and I want to make this last.’‘Of course,’ I replied.I moved in to spoon with her. My cock sliding over the tight panties stretched across her ass. I nuzzled into her neck, nibbling gently on her ear. ‘This doesn’t have to be the only time we do this you know,’ I whispered, whilst continuing to kiss the side of her face. ‘I know,’ she said, as she turned her face to kiss my lips. ‘but I don’t know how I’m going to feel after we do this. Your wife is my friend.’‘She’s having an affair with some twat at her work so I don’t feel guilty at all.’ I said quietly. Sandra gasped at this revelation. It would seem that my wife didn’t share all her secrets with her friend.‘Then let’s not waste a moment.’ Saying this, she turned to face me and we kissed deeply and long, my tongue playing with hers in her mouth. She moaned softly as we kissed and I felt like a teenager in the back of my father’s car. My hands caressed her body and slipped the narrow straps of her bra, the instigator of our new relationship, off her shoulders.Sandra groaned and sat up. ‘It is too small now. I need to take it off.’ She reached behind her and undid the catch. The bra sailed over my head and across the room as she threw it away. ‘Ah, relief.’ She sighed.I grasped her now free-swinging breasts and began to lick and kiss them. Her nipples were hard and rubbery. Beautifully engorged with blood and deep maroon. Her areolae were pink which softened in colour as the circle grew away from her nipple. She pulled free from my grasp and sat astride me. Her tits were spectacular. She giggled as she lowered them to my hungry mouth again.‘I love having my tits played with. My nipples feel like they are wired straight to my pussy. John could give me orgasm after orgasm just playing with them.’I kept sucking and fondling her breasts. I concentrated on gently nibbling and biting her nipples and I could feel her begin to tense up as her breathing became quicker and shallower.‘Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing,’ she panted. ‘I’m going to come. Ahhh Ahhh. She grasped my head to her bosom as her whole body tensed and she began to shake like she was having a fit. ‘Oh my god!. That was fantastic. I haven’t come like that for years.’ She relaxed her grip on my head and lifted my face to give me a really deep sexy kiss. ‘Thank you, thank you. I needed that.’ I could see that she was crying. I gently kissed the tears away and looked into her eyes.
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