I will come back to the above story, but meanwhile will add another story that was happening at the same time.
There was a couple who turned up to every gig. They were in their sixties. The woman was called Wendy. At the end of every set she would hug me, grinding her hips against my cock causing it to become erect. As I gently moved away she'd grab my hands and hold them against her pussy or breasts. Her husband didn't seem to notice or care.
Wendy was very slim, about five foot six, shiny green eyes and bob cut grey hair. The couple lived in the same village as us and I'd often bump into them in the shop or pub, and when we met she'd do the same thing, hugging me and moving my hands to her body.
At that time I used to take Monday's off so I could create and record new backing tracks for the duo. I invited her to come round for coffee and wondered if she'd come alone or with her husband. I told her that I rarely got dressed on mondays and would probably be just in my dressing gown.
All the indications were that she wanted to get intimate.
The first time disappointingly for me she came with her husband. She was wearing a short skirt and constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs revealing a flash of white knickers.
The second time she came alone. She was wearing the same short skirt and a see through blouse. I could clearly see her nipples standing out on her tiny tits. I was wearing my dressing gown and was naked underneath. Although she sat beside me, she was taking more notice of my cat which she kept saying things like, what a lovely fluffy pussy. My cock was erect under my dressing gown and I did think about taking it off but I was so unsure about her motives and I didn't want to embarrass myself or her.
The cat stretched out as she was stroking it and she said, wow, your pussy is bigger than I thought, my hands are quite good at making small things bigger. After an hour she got up to leave and placed both hands on my buttocks and pulled me towards her tightly.
She said, thank you for the coffee and the chat, I really enjoyed it, and I can feel you did too. My erect cock had slipped out from my dressing gown and as she stepped back I'd left a smear of precum on her black skirt. She didn't look down at my cock and I quickly covered it.
She left and I slowly wanked my cock wondering if I should have done anything different.
She was in the village pub with her husband a couple of nights later, she did the usual close hug thing then whispered in my ear, I had to send my skirt to the dry cleaners, they asked me what caused the stain, and I told them it was a penis.
I mumbled some sort of an apology and said it won't happen again, to which she replied, oh, I hope it does.
I'd told Julia about Wendy, and she laughed and said, it's bloody obvious she wants to fuck you. Wendy had told Julia when they had used the ladies restroom together one night, that she'd been married for forty years but hadn't had sex with her husband for thirty.
Wendy Monday morning coffee meetings had become a regular thing. The next Monday sat in a different chair, not next to me as usual. We talked about the cat and the weather. After a very shorter time than usual she stood up to leave, I got a different hug, not so close as usual. Although my cock was erect beneath my dressing gown she wouldn't have felt it.
Once again frustrated I slowly wanked myself to orgasm.
I struggled to work out what this woman was doing. She overtly flirted with me every time we met, she continually made sexual comments, she was sexy as hell.
I decided to push it a little further. Before she arrived I put the cat bed on the chair so she had to sit next to me. Which she did when she arrived. I put my legs upon a foot stool and allowed my dressing gown to gape open. Wendy said I had nice legs and patted my thighs. Her hands as usual were ice cold, making my cock twitch. Not quite what I was hoping for.
She said she had to use the bathroom. I quickly uncovered my cock. My glans was glistening with precum and using my fingers I wiped it off and then put my fingertips to my mouth and swallowed it. By squeezing my cock I forced more precum out and swallowed that too. I heard Wendy's foot steps and quickly covered my cock up. She sat down and looked at me quizically. She said, your lips look shiny. I said something about putting lip salve on. Ten minutes later she stood up to leave, hugged me close, and just for a couple of seconds her cold hand went between the folds of my dressing gown and held my erect cock, she went to go, noticed she had my precum on her fingers. Wendy looked at me and said, better there than on my skirt. And with a smile she seductively licked her fingers clean.
Leaving me to once again to wank my cock.
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