Chapter 2

Wilf and Sophie were both frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak. The water from the dropped glass continued to soak into Sophie's blouse, hand buried in her joggers, fingers still pressed against her damp panties, dildo held in her other hand mere inches from her face. Wilfs eyes flicked between the box filled with sex toys and the barely legal girl in front of him, knowing there was only one possible explanation but still being unwilling to accept it. Her small, perky breasts were visible due to the wet top she was wearing, nipples pushing against the fabric, stiff, sensitive and begging to be sucked on. Sophie's face was a vision of panic and horror and after what felt like forever, finally she moved, dropping the phallic sex toy and pulling her hand out of her pants. A single tear ran down her cheek as the emotions she was experiencing overwhelmed her.

“I'm sorry… Mr Dewhurst,” she sobbed weakly.

Seeing the young woman in such an obvious state of distress, Wilfred's fatherly instincts kicked in, turning to grab his dressing gown which was hanging on the door behind him. He knelt down beside her and wrapped it around her to protect her modesty, picking up the dildo and dropping it back into the box, closing the lid.

“It's ok,” he whispered softly, “It's ok Sophie.” She couldn't look him in the eye, head dropping as she stared at the floor, tears starting to fall. She had messed up, badly. She had invaded this man's privacy, found something she wasn't supposed to and worst of all, she was turned on by it. She didn't know how to feel, her mind a whirling cyclone of conflicting emotions.

Pushing the box back under the bed, Wilf stood up, offering the young woman his hand. “Get up Sophie,” he said warmly, trying his best to keep her calm. She looked up at his hand for a second, debating whether to accept the offer or not. Finally, she reached out to him, realizing too late that the hand she extended was the very same one that had just been rubbing her pussy through her knickers. Wilf felt a spot of wetness on his hand, but he ignored it as he helped her up, offering her a spot on the bed and sitting down next to her. Reaching over to the nightstand for a box of tissues, he offered one to Sophie. She gladly accepted it, whispering her thanks as she dabbed at her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm her mind.

Finally, she stammered out a few words. “Are you… going to fire me Mr Dewhurst?” She asked, a look of fear in her eyes. “Are you going to tell my Mum?” The second question caused the waterworks to start up again. She was the only child, her mum had always been so proud of her, for her studies, for how kind she was to others and now she was terrified that it would all be ruined by this one indiscretion.

Wilf sighed softly. “No Sophie, I'm not going to fire you. Nor am I going to tell your mother.”

“Really?” Sophie asked, excited desperation in her voice as she grabbed onto the elderly man's arm.

“Really,” Wilf answered softly, putting a hand on hers. “I have grandchildren around your age, so I understand. You just made a mistake, that's all, but I'm not angry with you, okay Sophie?”

“Are you sure?” She replied, apprehensively.

“I'm sure,” Wilf replied, offering her another tissue to wipe her eyes.

“Thank you,” Sophie whispered softly, relief washing over her. Her heart was still pounding at a million miles an hour, but at least her mum wouldn't find out what had happened.

“In terms of what happens next, I'm going to leave that up to you Sophie. It looks like you've done a great job with the cleaning today.” Sophie smiled softly at the compliment. “So if you want to come back tomorrow so you can carry on, you are more than welcome to.”

“Okay,” Sophie said softly.

“And in regards to all this,” he gestured towards where the box was hidden under the bed, “If you want to, we don't ever have to speak about it again.”

Sophie couldn't believe how kind he was being about all of this. She had broken his trust and most people would have screamed at her and kicked her out of the house, but not Wilf. Her heart fluttered softly as she looked up at him and felt a gentle tingle between her legs. She was probably just confused, it was such a bizarre situation to be in, her body didn't know how to react. She looked him in the eyes for the first time since he had caught her as he continued to speak.

“But I've been around for a very long time. I don't consider what you found to be shameful, I was just surprised when I came in. So if you do want to talk about it, then we can. But that's entirely up to you, and if it's too much for you and you don't come back tomorrow, I'll understand, okay?”

As they looked into each other's eyes, Sophie was overcome by how kind and sincere they were. There was a softness in his eyes that reminded her of her own father. He really, truly meant what he was saying, he wasn't just trying to make her feel better. Dabbing her eyes of her final tears, she stood up, composing herself before turning to Wilf, who was still sitting on the bed.

“Thank you for being so nice Mr Dewhurst.”

“Please, call me Wilf,” he replied encouragingly, “all my friends do.” They stayed in awkward silence for a moment, Sophie unsure what to do in her still soaked too, hidden under his dressing gown. Wilf finally broke the silence. “You can’t walk home in a soaked top like that.” he observed, frowning, “Let me find you something to wear.”

He walked across the room to what had once been Denise’s wardrobe. It had been a while since he had opened it and he took a deep breath before pulling the doors open. The scent of his late wife wafted into his nostrils, causing all the emotions he had spent months fighting to contain to bubble up inside him. Looking through the garments of clothing suspended on hangers, he found a simple red blouse, removing it and turning to extend his hand towards Sophie.

“It might be a little big for you, but it should suffice for the walk home,” he offered, smiling gently. “You can get changed in the bathroom.”

“What about the gown?” she asked, taking the garment from Wilf a little apprehensively.

“You can just leave it in the bathroom, don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow.” She flashed him a soft smile, looking a little happier than she had done just a few minutes earlier. “Bye, Wilf.”

“Bye Sophie,” Wilf replied as she turned and left the room. After she made her way to the bathroom, a couple of minutes passed and he heard the front door open and then close behind her. She was gone and now Wilf could finally relax a little

He took a deep breath, laying back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling as he thought. What the fuck had just happened? His mind went back over the events of the past few minutes. He'd finished washing up in the kitchen, drying off the pots and putting them in their proper place. Wondering how Sophie was getting on, he figured that she may be thirsty and so poured her a glass of water, making his way upstairs to check on her.

The image of what he saw when he opened that door was burned into his mind. Sophie on her knees on the floor, Denise's favorite dildo in one hand, the other buried in her crotch. It had taken her a second to react to him entering the room and there was no mistaking that she had been rubbing herself intimately. As he replayed it in his mind, he even thought he had heard her moan before her head whipped around to look at him. As his eyes remained closed, blood began to pump to his crotch, dick starting to harden. He recalled dropping the glass, the water covering her chest and soaking into her blouse. He pictured her breasts slowly coming into focus, the petite little orbs, maybe a B cup at most, and those hard nipples, surrounded by puffy areola.

His eyes snapped open, remembering the wetness he had felt when he had taken her hand. Was that the hand that had been buried between her legs? Sitting upright he looked at his palm. He must be mistaken, maybe some of the water from the glass had gotten onto her hand. But, when he dropped the glass, her digits were still inside her pants, so that must mean...

Suddenly, the temptation to smell her arousal on his hand overwhelmed him. He hadn't enjoyed the scent of a wet pussy in a very long time and a fierce battle raged inside him. The primal part of him urged him to sniff the young girl's sweet juices and wrap his hand around his rapidly hardening cock. It would be so wrong of him, but he couldn't deny that it would feel amazing. The moral part of him was fighting as hard as it could, telling him that he'd be a sick old pervert if he did it, but his lust was slowly winning the fight.

As had been the case so many times in his life, it was Denise who snapped him out of it. Glancing over at her picture, he came to his senses, springing off the bed and rushing to the bathroom. Feverishly turning the tap, he grabbed the bar of soap from the side, scrubbing his palm and fingers under the tap as he realized how close he had been to crossing a line he could not come back from. After a minute of furious washing, he was finally happy that his hands were clean, taking a deep breath and bracing himself against the sink. Looking into the mirror, he whispered, “what the fuck are you doing?” to himself.

Sophie was young enough to be his own granddaughter and he was considering… god, he couldn't even think about it. Suddenly, a burning self hatred took over him and he slapped himself in the face, hard, leaving a large red welt on his cheek. He struck himself again on the opposite cheek, feeling adrenaline coursing through his veins as his arms shook against the sink. “Pull yourself together man,” he muttered to himself. Taking a few moments to calm down, he splashed some water in his face and made his way back to the bedroom, glancing towards the bed, where the box that had caused all this trouble was resting.

Sitting down, he took Denise's picture in his hands, staring at her face encased behind the glass in the frame, using it to recentre himself and focus. “That was close Denise,” he muttered, “Thank you.” Placing the photo back down, he put his head in his hands. “What am I going to do?” He sat in silence for a few seconds, thinking, before he came to a realization. If Denise was here, she would tell him to not stress about it and to wait and see if Sophie came back. If she did, it could be dealt with then, but there was no point worrying about what he couldn't change. She had always been the more logical and sensible of the two of them.

Making his way downstairs, he looked around the living room. It certainly looked a lot better now that he had given it a good tidy. If Sophie did come back the next day, it would look even better by the time she was finished with it, the rest of her work attested to that.

Looking at the time, he realized he should probably fix himself something to eat. After perusing through the fridge and his cupboards, he was disappointed to see how little food of substance he actually had. Pulling on his shoes and jacket, he made his way out of the house. Stepping out into the sunshine, he basked in the warm rays for a moment before making the short walk to a local grocery store a few minutes away. As he walked, he waved to various people relaxing in their front gardens enjoying the weather. Children were riding their bikes up and down the quiet streets and as he walked past the local park, he could see teenagers playing football and the hubbub of life all around him.

Reaching his destination, he started making his way round the aisles, waving hello to the nice young lady on the till. He grabbed some basic items, fruit, vegetables, milk, pasta, rice, bread and the like before coming to a halt at the one aisle he knew better than most. The **** aisle. It had been weeks since he had gone a day without drinking. He wasn't an alcoholic by any stretch of the imagination, but he had certainly gotten far too comfortable drinking a few cans of beer every night and on particularly bad days, during the rest of the day too.

Steeling himself and imagining Denise spurring him on, he kept on moving. After finally taking some positive steps today, he deserved to treat himself, but maybe in a less self-destructive way for once. He eventually settled on buying himself a nice, thick, juicy steak for his dinner, along with some cheesecake for dessert. After making his purchase, he made his way back home, feeling proud of himself for not giving in to the temptation of **** for the first time in a very long time.

He cooked his meal and spent the evening in front of the television, watching the news and then a football game before making his way up to bed. He was still a broken man, but today he had taken a couple of small steps forward and that was something to be celebrated. Stripping out of his clothes, he climbed into bed and kissed Denise's picture good night. He eventually fell asleep despite his brain continuing to think about Sophie and what would lay in store the next day.

As he slept he dreamed of his late wife, he always did, but this time, it was different. She was sitting in a large open meadow filled with flowers, mountains behind her, sun shining, not a cloud to be seen for miles. She wore a long, elegant white dress, her hair blowing in the wind as she smiled lovingly in Wilfs direction. She looked absolutely perfect, the angel that he had loved for most of his life.

She gestured for him to come closer and he did so, taking a seat next to her amongst the grass and flowers, inhaling the crisp mountain air. Brushing her hair behind her ear, he leant in to kiss her, but she stopped him, pressing her lip against his mouth. Surprised, Wilf pulled away, a befuddled expression all over his face as he looked at the one woman he had ever loved, ever been intimate with, the only woman he would ever need. Denise's lips started to move, but no words came out. Instead, a plane appeared in the sky behind her, writing out her words with the pink smoke trailing behind it.

“Move on Wilf. Listen to your heart. You deserve love. Give Sophie what she needs.”

Wilfred was about to ask her what she meant when his eyes snapped open. He was in his bed and it was the morning. The meadow, the sky, his wife, all gone. Rubbing his eyes blearily, he realized that the duvet was tented by his rock hard manhood. Denise was still on his mind and he thought of all the times they'd started their days by pleasuring each other, before her words ran through his mind once again. ‘Give Sophie what she needs.’ What on earth had she meant? As the mental image of the young girl, her small perky breasts and cute, chubby face came into focus in his mind's eye, his cock throbbed and twitched uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” Wilf muttered to himself, pulling himself out of bed and making his way to the shower. He stepped inside, turning down the temperature before starting the water, stepping inside to deflate his hard cock and allow himself to concentrate without the haze of lust clouding his mind. If Sophie was coming back today, he would need to handle the situation delicately, regardless of whether she wanted to talk about it or just move on from what had happened. He wondered when she would arrive, they hadn't discussed a specific time, so she could theoretically turn up at any point. It was already past nine and Wilf decided he needed to find something to do, making sure he was busy to keep his mind off of what was to come.

After drying himself off and dressing himself, he made his way downstairs. He made himself a light breakfast of some toast and a cup of tea and sat on the sofa, looking around and wondering what he should do. His eyes were drawn to the pictures of his family all around the room and he smiled warmly as he reflected on all the years they had spent together. Quiet weekends at home, going to Melanie's dance recitals, holidays to Scotland to visit Denise's extended family. His eyes settled on one specific picture, all three of them sitting around a table doing a jigsaw puzzle together. His late wife had loved any kind of puzzle, especially jigsaws and Wilf had eventually grown to love them too.

Heading into the dining room, he opened a large wooden cupboard, inside of which were boxes and boxes of board games and puzzles. He started sorting through them one at a time, each one bringing back a fond memory from the past. Finally, he found it. The Lake District jigsaw he had bought her for their first anniversary. They had visited that summer, their first solo holiday as young adults, camping out in the forest, scavenging wood to make fires, hiking and even engaging in some outdoor lovemaking. In a gift shop near Lake Windermere, Wilf had spotted the puzzle and spent the rest of the trip going to ridiculous lengths to keep it hidden from her in their tiny tent. The memories rushing through his mind made him smile widely.

Wiping dust from the cover, he made his way back to the living room. Clearing off the table, he opened it up, tipping out the small wooden pieces onto the table. The pitter patter of them bouncing along the wooden table filled the room as he went to work. Always start with the edges, that's what Denise had always said. Sorting through all the scattered wooden shapes, he quickly put together the outer edge and started working his way inwards, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he looked to find the spot for the next piece. He found it oddly relaxing and completely lost track of the time and before he knew it, an hour had passed and then two.

His peaceful puzzling was interrupted by a knock at the door which made him jump out of his skin. It must be Sophie. As Wilf stood up, his heart was pounding and he started sweating, why was he so nervous? Making his way towards the front door, he could make out Sophie’s frame through the glass, opening the door timidly to greet the young lady he had caught in such a compromising position just the day before.

As the door swung open, Sophie looked down at the ground, unable to meet her elders gaze, holding a nondescript carrier bag in her hand. She was dressed much more conservatively today, wearing the same pair of joggers and a large pink hoodie that covered her body almost completely, arms crossed over her chest defensively. Wilfs mind flashed back to her wet top, barely containing her perky breasts from the day before, snapping himself out of it in order to greet her.

“Hi Sophie,” Wilf said, a little nervously, but doing his best to conceal it.

“Hi Wilf,” she replied, still unable to look him in the eye, “Thanks for lending the top to me.” She stuck out her hand, offering him the carrier bag. “I didn’t wash it or anything, I hope that’s ok.”

“That's fine Sophie,” he replied, taking the bag from her gently, doing his best to avoid any skin to skin contact. “Do you want to come in?”

Sophie nodded softly, looking up at him, their eyes meeting for the first time before she looked away and then followed him inside the house. Entering the living room, Wilf put the carrier bag down on the sofa before turning to face Sophie. He needed to handle this with care, they were both still clearly feeling a little unsure after what had happened yesterday.

“So, I was thinking you could focus on the kitchen and living room today, as they are the rooms I use the most?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Sophie answered as her eyes darted around the room erratically, “I’ll start in the kitchen.” Before Wilf could even respond, she had already left the room, apparently intent on getting this over with as quickly as possible. Tempted to follow her, Wilf decided against it and instead went up to his bedroom to return his beloved wifes top back to its proper home. As he hung it back in place, he talked to the picture of Denise. “I hope you don’t mind me letting her borrow it sweetie, I couldn’t exactly let her go home in that wet blouse,” he explained. As he gently ran his fingers along all her clothes, he couldn’t resist leaning forwards to smell them, his nostrils acting as a passageway back to a time when Denise was still with him. He had deliberately left this wardrobe exactly as it was, like a time capsule that he could use whenever he needed to feel close to her. Kissing his wife’s picture, he made his way back downstairs and continued working on the jigsaw that had managed to so quickly capture his attention.

After around an hour, he heard Sophie making her way towards the living room and he turned on the sofa so that he could greet her. “Done with the kitchen?” he asked cheerily as she entered.

“Yeah Wilf,” it's all done, “she said, smiling at him shyly. “Do you want me to get started in here?”

Wilf checked his watch, it was pretty much lunchtime and his stomach growled loudly. “How about I make us a spot of lunch first, how does beans on toast sound?” He asked in a warm, friendly tone.

“Oh, that’s ok,” Sophie replied, waving her hands gently at her waist, “you don’t have to make food for me.”

“You’re telling me you aren’t hungry?” Wilf asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically. Almost as if to answer, Sophie’s stomach grumbled loudly, causing them both to laugh, finally lifting the tension a little.

“I guess you have your answer,” she replied, blushing a little. “Beans on toast sounds great.”

“Alright then, you take a seat and I’ll go and get started on it.” Wilf made his way towards the kitchen before turning back to Sophie. “Please be very careful around the jigsaw, it's important,” he explained, before leaving the young girl to relax on the sofa.

It only took Wilf ten minutes to prepare the food, returning to the living room with a plate in hand, two slices of toast on top of it, covered with a generous helping of piping hot beans, a glass of water in the other hand. Passing the plate to Sophie, he put the glass down on the table before making a joke, “at least I didn’t spill it on you this time!”

Sophie’s eyes went wide with surprise, before she giggled girlishly, her cheeks once again turning a rosie red. Ever since she had arrived at the house, her heart had been beating in her chest and she couldn’t remember ever being this nervous, but the worst part of it all was that she was wet. She could feel herself soaking through her panties by the second and being reminded of Wilf staring at her wet tits caused another gush of arousal to overcome her.

“I don’t want to have to borrow another of your wife’s tops from you,” she replied jokingly, doing her best to try and not let Wilfred know what was going on in her head.

Wilf laughed before heading back to the kitchen to get his own food. He shouted from the kitchen, “you've done an awesome job in here Sophie, the place is sparkling!”

“Thank you Wilf,” Sophie replied, biting her lip gently at the compliment. Damn, she needed to calm down, he was just being nice.

When he returned from the kitchen Wilf sat in an armchair across the room from Sophie to give her some space, still aware that she might be a bit uncomfortable after what had happened. “Bon appetit,” he said before tucking in to the food before it started to go cold. They both eat in relative silence, other than a little small talk. There was still some awkwardness in the air, but it didn’t seem to be as severe as when Sophie had first arrived and was dissipating more by the second.

Finishing the last bite of food, Sophie put her plate on the table, being careful not to disturb any of the jigsaw pieces as she did so. It didn’t take Wilf very long to finish his own plate and they both sat in their seats for a moment, savoring the meal they had just enjoyed together and the feeling of a full tummy. Finally Sophie’s curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask, “so what makes this jigsaw puzzle so important?”

Wilf explained the history of this specific puzzle, Denise’s love for them and how he had bought it for her as a gift. Sophie listened intently, letting the old man speak, a small smile spreading at the side of her mouth. He had clearly loved his wife so much and despite what she had found under their bed the day before, it was hard not to feel heartwarmed by his story. He talked for several minutes, explaining how they had met and even telling her about their wedding day. Wilf hadn't known how to do up his tie and they had to get Denise to come in and do it for him while his best man covered his eyes so he wouldn't see her in her wedding dress. They both chuckled at the tale.

“That’s all so sweet,” she said softly, “you really loved Denise a lot didn’t you?”

“More than anything Sophie, more than anything.”

“And, the box…” she asked, trailing off.

“It was ours,” Wilfred replied, “collected over our lives together. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about it since she passed.”

“I’m sorry.” Sophie whispered softly.

“Like I explained yesterday, you don’t need to apologize Sophie, it's ok, I just don’t want you to be freaked out or uncomfortable about what you found.”

“It did make me feel weird when I first found it, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since I left yesterday. Did you really mean what you said? That we can talk about it?”

“Of course,” Wilf replied, “I have nothing to hide. Sex is a natural part of any romantic relationship, not something to be ashamed of.” He considered whether to press further with more questions or quit while he was ahead. She was seemingly open to discussing it, so he asked her what was on his mind. “Do you have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend?”

“No I don’t,” she flushed red, “I’m actually pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex and relationships.” She admitted as she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to Sophie.”

“It’s ok, I know it sounds strange as I’ve only known you for a day, but I feel like I can trust you.” She looked up at him, smiling warmly, Wilf and Sophie looked into each other's eyes as they each felt a spark fly between them, despite doing their best to ignore it. “I’ve only ever been with one guy. We met at a party last year. I thought he was into me and we found our way into a spare bedroom. It only lasted a couple of minutes, it really hurt and I never saw him again.”

A tear welled up in Sophie’s eye, before she wiped it away defiantly. She hadn’t told anyone about losing her virginity when it had happened as she felt so mortified and embarrassed that it had been so disappointing and that she had just been used by some random guy. Wilf was the first person she had told. “So, I’m not a virgin any more, but I also don’t feel like I know anything about sex. It's weird,” she explained, laughing softly, in a self deprecating kind of way.

“I’m sorry Sophie,” Wilf replied, “a pretty, kind young woman like yourself deserves better than that.”

“Thanks.” Sophie replied, before doing a double take as her heart did a backflip in her chest, “wait, did you just call me pretty?”

“Yeah, I did, I hope you don’t mind, I’m just telling it how I see it. I don’t really have a filter now that I’m older,” he explained, chuckling softly.

“Well, thank you Wilf, that's very sweet,” Sophie said as her cheeks burned fiercely. “I guess from looking at that box, you must be really experienced.”

“I mean, you could say that, but Denise was the only woman I've ever been with. I had a couple of dates before I met her, but they never went beyond the kissing stage.” He glanced over at the pictures forlornly. “When it came to Denise though, we knew exactly how to make the other person feel good.”

“That sounds amazing. I hope I meet someone like that someday. To tell the truth I don’t even think I’ve had an orgasm before.” Sophie clamped her hand over her mouth, not expecting to make such a personal confession to Wilf, eyes darting over to look at him and see how he reacted.

“That's not that uncommon,” Wilf replied calmly. He had been surprised that Sophie had opened up to him this much, but if he reacted too strongly, it might make her withdraw and end the conversation prematurely. “The female orgasm can be a difficult thing, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Sophie asked, eyebrows rising as a curious look spread across her youthful face.

“Well, a woman's orgasm is about being relaxed and at ease with their surroundings. Some women find they can't climax at all if they're not comfortable, like there's a mental block in the way”

“Oh, I see,” Sophie replied as she rubbed her chin in thought.

“Not that I should really be talking to you about this sort of thing, I'm old enough to be your grandfather.” Wilf commented with a wry smile.

Wilfs comment about their obvious age gap made Sophie's sex twitch with excitement as she absentmindedly rubbed her thighs together to apply some pressure. “I don't mind you talking to me about sex stuff at all, so long as you don't.”

Wilf sighed, rubbing his temple as he considered his options. “So long as you promise what we talk about stays between us, we can talk about anything. But you have to promise me Sophie.”

“I promise Mr Dewhurst, I won't tell a soul,” Sophie replied anxiously, “I wouldn't want you to get into trouble because of me, especially because I started this whole thing.”

“Okay, well, as you've promised, I'm an open book Sophie, you can ask me anything you want and I'll be totally honest with you.”

Sophie's forehead furrowed in thought. A million questions were running through her mind all at once, but before she could choose one, she blurted one out. “So based on all the stuff in your box, I'm guessing Denise never had any problems finishing when she was with you?”

Wilf was a little taken aback at the bluntness of the question, but he took it in stride, chuckling softly before replying. “Well, no, she didn't.” Looking over at one of the pictures of his late wife on the mantelpiece, he smiled to himself, thinking of all the times he had watched her cum for him and wishing he could make her feel that good one more time. “She used to say I had magic fingers.”

“What do you mean?” Sophie asked. She had a pretty good idea, but she wanted to hear him say it, and based on the state of her pussy, now soaking wet and softly throbbing with need, it did too.

“Well, for all those toys and fun things in that box, all I needed was a few minutes with these,” Wilf raised his hand, wiggling his fingers suggestively, “to have her purring like a kitten.”

Sophie's jaw hung slack as she pictured Wilf rubbing her pussy instead of his late wife's. In her mind's eye she could hear herself moan and whine for the kind elderly man, held in his strong arms as he took control of her. Her urges were growing stronger by the second and despite her brain telling her to just change the subject or better yet, leave and never come back, it was losing the battle.

“Can you show me?”

For a second, Sophie didn't know who had spoken. Had someone else walked into the room without her realizing? Maybe Melanie, or even worse, her mum! As she looked around the room she realized that no, she had said it. She'd just asked a sixty year old man to touch her in the most intimate place possible. It was like she was a passenger, watching on as the scene before her played out. There was no denying she wanted this, but she didn't think she would ever have the guts to actually speak those words.

Wilf was shocked. He hadn't expected this. He stood up out of his chair, fidgeting with his hands. Surely he had misheard her? “What… what did you say?”

“Can you show me? Show me how those magic fingers work?” Sophie answered. This time she was fully aware of what she was saying, back in control and pushing forwards with what she wanted, society be damned. It might seem wrong to most people, but if it was wrong, then Sophie didn't want to be right any more.

Turning around to face the window, Wilfred drew the curtains closed, blocking out most of the sun and casting the room in a dim glow. The last thing he needed was a nosey neighbor seeing what was about to happen. Wait, was he really about to do this? The blood rapidly flowing to his cock certainly seemed to indicate that he was. He stepped across the room until he was in front of Sophie, offering her his hand. She took it and stood up, bodies mere inches apart. “I’ll show you but if we do this, there is no turning back, you understand?” Sophie nodded her understanding as she squeezed his hand to try and settle his nerves as well as her own.

Wilf took a seat on the sofa as Sophie watched him in a haze of lust. He patted his thigh gently and she took a seat on his lap, shifting to get comfortable, her back against his chest. Immediately she could feel his hardness digging into her ass and a soft moan of happiness escaped her lips. She was turning him on, she could feel him throbbing for her and god was that a satisfying feeling. Placing his hands on her hips and gently massaging her, Wilf gave Sophie a second to get used to his touch before speaking. “We’re going to take this slow, okay Sophie? If you want to stop at any point, you just tell me and I'll stop.”

Sophie took his right hand in hers and pulled it towards her crotch, tucking both of their hands inside her joggers and panties, guiding his fingers to her wet slit. “I don't want this to stop,” Sophie whispered, “please, make me cum Wilf,” she begged in a soft, feminine voice, desperation dripping from every word.

Feeling the warm wetness of this young woman's barely legal pussy against his fingers, Wilfs cock throbbed, digging deeper into her soft buttocks as he shivered gently at the sensation. “Close your eyes and take some slow, deep breaths Sophie,” he instructed calmly, “focus on how it feels, my hands on your body, the sound of my voice.” As he spoke, he brought his left hand up to Sophie's chest as he started to gently massage her breasts through her top. They were on the smaller side, but even through the fabric he could feel how perky they were as her nipples hardened against his exploring palm and digits.

Sophie's breath caught in her throat as she felt him fondling her, closing her eyes and following his instructions, taking deep, deliberate breaths. The feeling of his fingers pressing against her pussy was electrifying and it felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. The fact that Wilfred was so much older than her, that many people would consider this disgusting, only turned her on even further. After giving her a couple of minutes to get used to the sensation of his fingers resting against her, he started to lazily rub up and down her tight little slit, causing Sophie to gasp in ecstasy as her head rocked back and she let out a low, shuddering moan. As Wilf explored the second vagina he had ever touched, his fingers found her swollen little clit causing Sophie’s eyes to snap open as she squirmed on his lap.

“Fuck Wilf…” she moaned between gritted teeth as she felt his digits expertly rubbing on her most sensitive place. Her hips still gyrating on his thighs, Sophie could feel how hard he was for her as his prick dug into the soft curves of her ass and she smiled happily to herself as she heard a soft moan escape her elders lips. God, why did this feel so good?

She didn’t have much time to focus on the question as WIlf struck up a rhythm of circling her hard little button before moving back down towards her entrance, sliding between her plush labia, fingers gleaming with her wetness. The feelings were indescribable, like fireworks going off between her thighs, electricity rushing through her body and making her skin tingle. As her moans got louder and louder, Wilf started whispering into her ear as his hands continued on their mission. “That’s a good girl Sophie, just like that…” Sophie bit her lip as she heard his words, starting to grind herself against his fingers, **** for more of this feeling and for it to never end.

Just as she was starting to grow accustomed to the feeling of this old man rubbing her breasts and pussy as she writhed on his lap, she felt Wilf’s finger pressing against her entrance. She had tried masturbating a few times before, with limited success, but she had never put anything inside and she was still incredibly tight. Thankfully her crotch was completely soaked at this point and Wilf took it slowly, gently pushing deeper, making sure Sophie wasn’t in any pain until finally his finger was fully inside her. She grabbed onto his arm for support as she was overcome with the sensation, feeling stretched and full in the most delightful of ways.

“Ready?” Wilfred asked softly, his warm breath on Sophie’s neck making her skin tingle and hairs stand on end. His finger gently wriggled inside her, causing her eyelids to flutter as she moaned.

“Please…” she asked weakly, body totally relaxed against Wilf’s much larger frame, almost like a grandparent holding their grandchild. The thought caused another gush of wetness to flow from deep inside Sophie as her fingers gripped onto Wilf’s arm, preparing herself for what was to come. Slowly his fingers started to slide out of her, leaving her feeling strangely empty as she breathed heavily. Right as it seemed like he was about to pull out completely, he pushed against her again, in no rush, letting her pussy get used to having him inside of her. Sophie was reminded of that night with that random guy, but this felt so much better, so much more satisfying, it almost felt right, like this had been her destiny all along.

Removing his hand from her breast, Wilf slid it into her panties so that he could rub her clit while he fingered her. He could tell from the subtle signs that her body was giving off that she was getting closer and closer to her first ever climax. The way she was gently shaking, the low timbre of her breath, her rapidly escalating moans. It was time to push her over the edge. With one finger circling her sensitive little button and another slowly sliding in and out of her, Wilf felt her pussy tense and squeeze around him, trying to hold him inside as he expertly pleasured her.

Sophie’s eyes were clamped shut, head lolled back, cheeks red, sweat on her brow, mouth hanging open to suck in oxygen as she whined and moaned for Wilf, lost on a rollercoaster of pleasure the likes of which she had never experienced before. She could feel something deep down, in her core, like a kind of pressure, building and building by the second. She was about to cum. Suddenly the gravity of the moment hit her, she was sitting on the lap of a sixty year old man, letting him play with her like she was some cheap whore and worst of all, she was loving every second of it. Just like Wilf had mentioned earlier, it seemed like an invisible wall had come up as thoughts whirled around her brain, gritting her teeth in frustration as she realized she was going to be left wanting.

He didn’t even need to hear a word pass her lips to realize what was happening, her previously limp body was suddenly tense and resistant, legs unconsciously pressing together to try and stop his ministrations on her sex. “Sophie, listen to me,” he whispered, “you’re safe, I’ve got you.” He felt her body relax a little as his words broke through the wall in her mind. “That's it, now, be a good girl and let go, relax and cum for me Sophie.”

Encouraged by Wilfs words, Sophie felt the pressure building again as her toes began to curl hovering above the carpeted floor, legs trembling with anticipation. She felt his fingers start to move more quickly, pushing deeper and rubbing harder, urging her to explode for him. Time stood still for a second as her body released the built up tension of years of sexual frustration in one glorious moment.

All the colors of the rainbow danced behind Sophie's eyelids as she felt her core tense, contracting hard before finally releasing. The heavens opened as her first ever orgasm hit her, she moaned uncontrollably, gibberish tumbling from her lips as she tried to process what was happening. She had never been this wet in her whole life, able to hear the slurping noises Wilfs fingers were making as they slid in and out of her stretched slit. She could hear him breathing in her ear as her whole body quaked, his strong hands holding her in place as she came, small and **** against his much larger frame.

He slowed down as she came down from the orgasmic high, sliding his fingers out of her pants as she continued to shiver and moan softly, basking in the afterglow. Instinctively, she turned her body to the side so that she could cuddle against Wilfs chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him as tight as she could. He had just changed her life forever. Before him, she had never realized just how good she could feel and now they would be bonded forever, whatever happened in the future.

Opening her eyes wearily, she looked up at the kind old man that had just made her cum in his living room, a look of sheer contentment on her face. Body exhausted, she pulled herself upwards to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before whispering softly, “Thank you.” Wilf held her in his arms, listening to her soft breathing as she slowly recovered from what had been an incredibly intense experience for her. Glancing over at Denise's picture, he smiled at her. The magic fingers still worked, even after all this time.

After a few minutes, Sophie had recovered enough to form coherent thoughts. She felt so safe and warm wrapped in his arms and the aftershocks were still running through her body as she savored every second. Her brow was covered in sweat and she could feel the cold wetness of her panties against her skin. She should feel ashamed, embarrassed, but she didn't, not in the slightest.

“Same time next week?” She asked, looking up at him and smiling a wicked grin that told Wilf that now she had experienced her first climax, she was hooked.