never assume that an older miss is some sort of dried up, bitter woman. You just never really know their story. I discovered that Miss H (In the seventies Ms had not been invented) must have had a sex life judging by her small but quality range of lingerie. As well as the usual M & S gear (which hugely arouses me) she had a few items that were not for comfort but for someone's arousal. Black suspenders, matching panties and bra, black basque, and red bras and panties, I recall.

the deal was that I would maintain the gardenfor her when she was away. I interpreted that as five minutes of watering and an hours wanking. As she had no porn (unlike most of the husbands whose homes I visited), I had to sneak a Mayfair out of my house wrapped in gardening clothes. Nip up the road, water, snip, tidy, clean up and upstairs. Strip off, select the items of play and then restrain myself from spunking instantly. the pleasure that a white girdle gives a teenage boy is almost immeasurable. Simple things like a 36B triumph bra, a one piece swim suit. And a black basque? OMG! And when you hear the front door open while you are wearing that basque and stockings? heart stopping! She knew I was there of course. No hestitation in coming upstairs to her bedroom where I stood in front of the morror in black. While I would like to say she srtipped off and wanked me into her panties as the start of a secret relationship, I have to report that did not happen. She simply stood red faced and angry at the bedroom door. tersely ordering me to sort myself out. She held the bedroom bin out for me and ordered me to throw the basque and stockings away before stomping downstairs. At the front door she muttered something like disgusting boy as I left, red faced, and humiliated.

But th following week I had been asked to come to work on the Saturday in her garden. At the front door she instructed me that I was to work for free to pay for the replacement underwear. and it would take a few months to do that.

There was a happy ending however.

I was again asked to work in the garden while she was away. It was a surprise but not as much of a surprise as the note on the kitchen table . It simply said, " I kept these for you plus some extras. Enjoy."

In a M & S bag was the basque, stockings and panties. We never spoke about it but I continued to visit and she continued to leave small parcels for me.