Since her husband died I have been doing jobs for my neighbour. She's fairly attractive but as I was going to find, the way she dresses hides a body that would look great if it was a woman 20 years her junior.

I had gone to the house to cut the grass and clean her windows and pretty much to see that she was doing OK. Her husband died during lockdown but she hasn't really got over it. I certainly didn't plan what happened because I had never looked her in any other way than a friend and neighbour.

I had just finished the windows when she called me in for a coffee. We sat talking for a bit and I was able to get her laughing, she looked so much more attractive when she laughed. A delivery arrived for her which she brought into the kitchen, when she opened the package she turned bright red. I asked her what the problem was. She looked up and grinned, she told me she had decided to treat herself to some new underwear and that was what was in the package. However the underwear wasn't what she had ordered, taking them out of the packaging she held the items up, "There's nothing to them" were the words that came out of her mouth. I looked and to try and lighten the mood told her that the garments might suit her. I then excused myself and went to cut the grass.

About 20 mins later she appeared at the door and waved me back in. She was wearing a silk robe, nothing unusual as I had seen her wear it before. I sat at the kitchen table and I could sense a little nervousness. She played with the tie of the robe then pulled the robe open and let it drop to the floor. "Do you think this suits me?" she asked. She looked amazing and I told her so. Without another word she took off the bra and reached for the other bra that had come in the package. Her breasts were firm, and when she took off the thong to try the other one my jaw hit the floor. Why was this woman hiding her body? When she had put the other set on she asked which I liked the best. I was honest and told her I like what she wore between the changes. She told me I was cheeky as she wore nothing between the changes.

There was definitely some sexual tension in the air. She stepped toward me and when she looked between my legs she saw the lump in my pants. Looking straight into my eyes she undid the bra and let it drop and then her thong. She was stood naked in front of me. "What are you going to do now?" she asked, I grab her waist and pulled her closely so her thick bush was almost touching my nose. Her pussy smelt musky. She tried to pull away telling me she hadn't showered yet, I just pulled her back to me and buried my face into her pussy. Lust had taken over and and that point I didn't care, pushing my tongue inside her and eating her like it was my last meal. Her first orgasm shook her and it was followed quickly by her second which made her legs give way. I caught her and laid her on the table and began to eat her again this time raining her legs so I could get access to her ass which I began to eat. I don't think I had seen a woman cream as much as she did.

As I raised my head to look at her I saw tears in her eyes and she just said "please", I dropped my shorts to the floor and entered her in one movement. I fucked her hard all the time watching the tears running down her face, her screams could have alerted the neighbours, she was so wet I couldn't feel the walls of her pussy but that wetness made me cum pretty quick, and she had another orgasm shortly before me. I stopped fucking her, her body was shaking and every move I made seemed to trigger another orgasm until my cock slid out. That's when we both felt awkward and she asked me to leave.

Later that night there was a knock at the door. I opened it and she was stood there in her robe. She pushed past me and dropped the robe, "Does it look better now?" she asked as she showed me her pussy all nicely trimmed into a landing strip. I told her it look even better than the first time. I took her hand and lead her to my bedroom for round two.