Mary’s Sexual Evolution — Part Seven

Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Mary climbed out of the bath shortly after Edward left, pleased with how the conversation went. She went into the bedroom to choose an outfit for the evening. She quickly settled on a knee-length, short-sleeved white cotton dress and new ballet pumps, again supported by a plain white bra and cotton panties. She dried her hair, straightened it, was impressed with the expensive new hairdryer and straighteners she had chosen, and then headed to dinner. She bounced cheerily into the kitchen and stood beside Edward, who had just pulled his homemade Lasagne from the oven.

“That looks nice,” she said. “And it smells even better.”

“I don’t get a chance to cook it very often; when I have friends over, there’s usually too many of them for a homemade Lasagne.”

“Friends come over?” Mary asked, curious to learn more about him.

“Oh, yes. Lots of friends, I might be a widower, but I’m not lonely,” he said happily.

“Children?” Mary asked.

“A son lives in Australia.”

“Lovely,” she replied.

By ‘lovely’, she meant she was relieved that a random family member probably wasn’t going to turn up unannounced on a Saturday afternoon while a twenty-year-old “girl’ was floating around his house in a short tennis skirt, but he missed that point, she thought.

“Pretty dress,” he said, looking at her properly for the first time since she arrived in the room.

“Thanks!” she said sweetly, giving him a twirl.

They sat at the kitchen table for dinner.

“Would you like some wine?” Edward asked, picking up an open bottle of white.

“Ooh, yes, please!” she said eagerly.

“Only a little for you, though; I don’t want you drunk.”

‘Oh, you do…’ she thought to herself.

“Okay,” she said.

Throughout dinner, Mary had to really concentrate on eating her Lasagne to avoid getting it on her new white dress.

“What are we doing after dinner?” she asked.

“I was thinking we could watch a film if you like?”

“Whatever you want,” she replied, smiling up at him.

“What kind of films do you like?”

“I like the films you like,” she said, playing her role perfectly.

“Good, then I’ll choose.”

About an hour later, they had cleared up, and, being mid-October, the darkness had started to fall. Edward loaded the dishwasher while Mary took their wine glasses and a bowl of peanuts into the conservatory. He wandered in from the kitchen and put on some dim wall lights, then picked up a remote, and a large screen came down from the ceiling and settled against the wall.

“Ooh, that’s swish,” Mary said, genuinely impressed.

He sat down on the sofa and selected a film. Mary knew immediately that he was trying to cater for her a little, despite not saying as much, as his choice of film wasn’t something she would expect a sixty-year-old man to choose. In any case, she hadn’t seen it, so that was a plus.

He sat on the sofa, and she sat next to him, kicked off her shoes and bent her knees towards him, lifting her feet onto the sofa. She sat there for about twenty minutes of the film while she finished her second glass of wine, then became distracted from the film, and her inner submissive became playful. Mary tried to ignore the urge, but not for long.

She shuffled towards him and put her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into him a little. He didn’t respond. She shuffled her head down onto his lap, and lay on her side, extending her legs out across the sofa, then decided to stay there a while.

After a few moments, she felt him move his hand, stroking her hair while watching the film. It was her turn not to react. She lay there for another ten minutes or so, enjoying his gentle attention, then rolled onto her back on the sofa, maintaining her focus on the tv, and lifted one knee, the dress rising a little as a result. She felt movement above her. She didn’t look up, but she was sure he’d turned his head to look at her legs, which was entirely the point. They stayed like that for the next half hour, but he stopped stroking her hair and simply rested one hand on her shoulder.

When the film finished, he flicked off the tv, and she sat up. He looked at his watch.

“Maybe we should call your taxi,” he said. “It’s nine-forty-five.”

“A taxi to bed?” she said sweetly. “It’s a big house, but I can walk that far.”

“You’re staying tonight?”

“We said.”

“Yes, but don’t you need something to sleep in?”

“No, I have new nighties here. I bought some just in case,” she said, smiling at him.

The look on his face was one of pure delight, though he tried to hide it.

“Maybe you should go and get ready for bed,” he said.

“Will you come and say goodnight?” she asked.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be up shortly.”

Mary blinked at him and stood up, wandering slowly through the conservatory, kitchen and out into the hallway, then trotting more quickly to her bedroom.

She removed her dress, pulled a short pink nightdress from her drawers, and put it on. She thought it was very short, too short, but she might get away with it.

She put it on, brushed her hair and teeth, and quickly checked her phone. There were messages from Louise. She didn’t have time to answer them now, but she was going to be put to bed at ten, so she could answer Louise after Edward had said goodnight. She kept the phone silent, charging beside her bed, and slid under the sheets. The bed was pure bliss, much better than her bed at university. She lay on her side and waited. A few moments later, she heard him coming up the stairs, then a knock at her door.

“I’m decent,” Mary said, the irony of the statement amusing her.

Edward pushed open the door and smiled as he saw her wrapped up in her bed; he came over and sat on the edge of it, leaning back against one of the posters, making the frame creak a little.

“Comfy?” he asked.

“Amazing,” she said happily.

“Then I should say goodnight and let you get to sleep.”

Mary blinked.

“Oh, one second, I need to go to the bathroom. Would you mind waiting?”

“Of course,” he replied.

Having intended this from the start, Mary slid out from under the bed and walked across the room in her skimpy pink nightdress. She didn’t look back and simply made it look normal and comfortable for him to see her like this.

Luckily, when she walked into the bathroom, she remembered she hadn’t taken her pill, so she fished the pack out of the small cosmetic bag she always carried and took it. She usually took it later as part of her regular bedtime routine, but tonight wasn’t normal.

She flushed the toilet and headed back into her bedroom. Edward lifted the sheets for her to slide in, then pulled them back neatly over her.

“Goodnight then, princess,” he said.

He turned and went to walk away.

“Wait!” she said.

He turned back, and she pointed at her forehead. He smiled and leaned down and kissed it. She murmured her approval.

“Goodnight, sir,” she whispered.

He walked out and closed the door behind him.

Mary sighed and looked up at the ceiling, then climbed out of bed, wandered over to the door, locked it, and went to the window. She opened it to find a large flat roof behind it, which she assumed was part of the pool complex. She took off her nightie, tied up her hair, picked up her phone, and put on her outdoor coat before climbing barefoot out of the window onto the roof, pushing the window closed as much as she dared.

She fished her cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one, taking a long, pleasurable drag on it in the cold night air. It had been a while. For as long as this ‘arrangement’ lasted with Edward, she would have to get used to it.

She opened her phone and read the messages from Louise.

‘Hi, seduced the sexy old millionaire yet? X’

Then one an hour later, about twenty minutes ago.

‘Hey, are you ignoring me, or are you too busy fucking grandad? X’

Mary smiled and replied.

‘Hi, no fucking. Cooks a mean Lasagne though xx

Louise, clearly at home, replied quickly.

‘So, what are you doing now? x’

‘He put me to bed at ten. Climbed out on the roof to smoke and talk to you. x’

‘You’re on a roof? x’

‘Flat roof, outside my bedroom window. In my knickers and a coat. x’

‘Your bedroom? What the fuck? x’

‘Come to mine tomorrow afternoon, pizza, and film night. Stay over. I’ll tell you everything. x’

‘You have yourself a date. x’

Mary put her phone back in her pocket and carefully put out her cigarette, discarding it into the guttering before climbing through the window. She closed it, took off her coat, sprayed it in perfume a little and hung it in the wardrobe. She brushed her teeth again and rinsed with mouthwash just in case, then washed her face and sprayed on some of her new body mist Edward’s credit card had bought for her. Then she slipped back into her nightie and got back into bed. She lay there for a while, enjoying the comfort of the bed, then found herself drifting off to sleep.

She didn’t know what time it was, but Mary was awoken in the night by a creak. She lay still, listening for anything else, but her room stayed silent. She opened her eyes slowly, sleepily, and realised there was more light in the room than when she went to sleep. Not a lot, but there was light from somewhere casting shadows in her room. She scanned the room with her eyes, keeping her head still, and realised her bedroom door was slightly open, and the light coming in was from somewhere on the landing. She focused and could just see Edward standing in the doorway. She moved her head very slowly to get a better look.

He stood still, looking at her in bed, wearing only a pair of cotton pyjama trousers. He had his hand inside them and was clearly playing with himself. Mary’s mind was going to go one way or the other. It went the other. She lay there silently watching him, enjoying watching a guy masturbate for her, about her. She now knew for sure that she had an effect on him, regardless of how he tried to hide it. She found it kinky and very arousing. He leaned a shoulder against the door frame as he continued. Mary moved her head again slightly, the light from the landing catching her in the eyes. Edward realised she was awake and froze on the spot for a moment, then turned and disappeared from her door like a startled cat.

Mary felt guilty. If she’d stayed still, this wouldn’t have happened. She lay there for a few moments, deciding on her next course of action. She decided she couldn’t let this fester till morning, so she slipped out of bed and went across the landing and up the staircase to his room.

When she walked in, the room was dark, aside from the shadows the moon cast through a skylight. Edward was lying on his side, almost foetal, with his back to her. She walked across the room silently and stood beside his bed, his thick carpet and bare feet masking her footsteps.

“Sir,” she whispered.

He heard her but didn’t move, so she lifted the sheets and slowly climbed into his bed behind him. She shuffled over to and lay beside him, spooning and putting her hand on his shoulder. He still didn’t move. She desperately wanted to relieve his shame. He didn’t deserve this; it was her fault, she thought.

“I had a lovely dream, but it woke me,” she whispered, reaching her hand from his shoulder, tracing his arm until she found his hand and took it. He moved slightly to accept her grasp.

Mary had an idea.

“Was it a dream?’ she whispered, letting go of his hand and placing hers on his chest, slowly sliding it downward until she felt the semi-rigid bulge in his pyjamas. She stroked his cock gently. It twitched. He straightened his legs a little. Her idea was working.

“No, it seems it wasn’t a dream after all,” she whispered, stroking him as his cock grew.

“Can I?” she asked sweetly.

He turned his head and looked at her for the first time, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal.

“Please?” she asked again.

He rolled onto his back. She took that as a yes. She slid her hand gently under his pyjamas and took his cock in her hand. It was rock-hard and very well-proportioned. Mary was impressed. He sighed, clearly enjoying himself. Mary got up on her knees and leaned over him, gently tugging the waistband on his pyjama bottoms; he lifted his pelvis slightly, allowing her to pull them down and release his manhood. She knelt next to him and looked into his eyes as she took hold of him again, starting to work him slowly.

She saw his eyes sparkling, his stare fixed deep into her eyes in the shadowy silhouette she cast, sitting on his bed. She smiled at him, then slowly lay down, placing her head on his chest and looking down at his cock as she worked its length with her small dainty hand. She was playing the submissive, but she was completely in control right now. She had him in the palm of her hand, both literally and figuratively. She liked that a lot.

She continued to work her magic on him for a while, enjoying laying on his chest and hearing his breathing change as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. She was lost in the moment herself and could feel his climax building. She was sorely tempted to take him into her mouth but resisted, as she wanted to finish him like this, to see him finish right before her eyes. After a few more moments, he started to grunt a little.

“You need to stop,” he whispered.

“Do I?” she asked.

“No, yes, no, yes!” he replied breathlessly.

“Why? Do you not like it?”

“Yes, but.”

“But?”

“But I’m going to…”

“I want you to. For me,” she said, smiling to herself. “It would make me happy to make you happy.”

He groaned.

“Too late now,” he said softly. Mary sped up her hand, then felt him tense. She slowed again as his juices started to flow, streams of cum flowing from his cock onto his abdomen in front of her eyes, some of it splashed onto Mary’s cheek, but she was enjoying the sight in front of her so much she didn’t care. Eventually, having covered himself in much more cum than Mary had seen from any of her lovers before, the flow from his cock stopped, and Mary gently let go of it.

She looked at him and smiled as he tried to catch his breath.

“Look at the mess I have made,” she said sweetly. She sat up and reached for the box of tissues she spied on his bedside table. She wondered briefly if this was what the tissues were generally for. She sat next to him silently as she slowly and carefully used the tissues to mop up all his semen, smiling and being attentive throughout. When finished, she sat back on her heels and smiled at him.

“Unicorn,” he said.

“What?”

“Unicorn, two minutes.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Is this…”

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Edward,” she started in her normal voice, “I came up here and started this. I flirted with you all day. I signed up for this. Unless I tell you something isn’t okay, just go with it and stop worrying. It’s fun, and as long as we’re both having fun, I’m into it.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

“It’s been years, Mary. I’m a little rusty.”

“Seem fine to me,” she said.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” she replied. “Unicorn.”

Her expression changed to a beaming smile.

“Did I make you happy?” she said.

“Yes,” he replied.

She bounced on her heels childishly.

“Can I make you happy again?”

“Maybe tomorrow. We need to sleep.”

“Can I sleep with you?” she asked.

“Well, you are here now; why not,” he said, clearly happy at the offer.

She lay down next to him as he pulled up his pyjamas, then lay facing him and put her leg across him. He wasted no time touching her outer thigh and stroking her leg.

‘He’s getting there’, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Part eight coming soon