My little house was a game keeper’s cottage. A small red brick property, built on two floors. It was perfect for me. Cosy with a single bedroom, which had been renovated recently to incorporate an en-suite bathroom. Downstairs, there was a reasonably sized and well equipped kitchen, with a pair of French windows that opened out onto a small patio and a garden, surrounded by high hedges, for privacy. The kitchen was built as open plan, which meant it looked into a dining area, which subsequently led into a small living room.
I decided to make a beef casserole. Something fairly easy to make, but would make an impact with good flavours.
The casserole had to cook in the oven for at least two hours. I used the time I had to shower and put on my make up.
While the shower was warming up, I stood and viewed my naked body in full length mirror, on the back of my wardrobe door.
Okay, I maybe heading towards seventy at warp speed, but I think I am still in good condition for my age. I don’t go to the gym as often as I should, but I do like a good walk in the hills around where I live. I try not to eat too much fat and sugar.
As a result of smart eating and exercise, my waist is twenty eight inches and my belly is small. My boobs aren’t particularly big, but big enough for me. With my small stature and slender frame, if my breasts were any larger, I would be suffering with neck problems.
While I am on the subject of my tits, they have a sagged a little, but I would say that they were not ugly. I do like the way my nipples protrude whenever I am turned on, or cold. They can be so sensitive.
I chose to shave my pussy about thirty years ago, but after the death of my husband and with no suitors on the horizon, I allowed my pubic hair to grow out. That doesn’t mean that I allowed to it grow into a wild, blond bush, I kept it trim and paid particular attention to my bikini line once a month.
As I looked at myself now and hoping of what the night may bring, I toyed with the idea of dragging my trusty razor across my mound. Instead, I opened my bathroom cabinet and retrieved my hair trimmer. I stood in the shower cubical and looking down at myself once more, switched on the trimmer and enjoyed the vibrations, as I slowly dragged it down along my pubic hair. The cut hair fell into the shower tray and I would soon wash that down the plug hole, once I had begun to take a shower.
In the soap tray, on the wall, was my razor and I used that, along with a generous handful of intimate shaving gel, to remove hairs from my labia, perineum and anus.
I turned on the shower and stood under its cascading warmth. As the water washed over my shoulders, I ran my fingers over my mound and into my slit, feeling for loose hairs. I could tell that I was turned on. My pussy was wet and it wasn’t from the water. I briefly considered masturbating, but decided against it. I wanted to give everything I had to this night and I felt that having an orgasm this early might reduce the impact of any future orgasms.