Helen

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The weather was cold and windy, nothing new for New England in mid-October. I just finished wiring up a hot water heater in an old triple decker apartment building in Taunton, MA. and decided to hit Hickeys diner for coffee and Danish. Hickeys is a small family diner that is big on taste. I began going there back in the early seventies while I attended Peter Thatcher J.H. also referred to as Peter Torture at times. Gosh, that has to be a good forty years ago. After my coffee break I got on my Harley Sporty and headed back to my home in Myricks. I have a habit of checking the phone answering machine for business calls, and as there was one message I hit the play button. “Hello Gus, this is Helen, your Mom’s friend. I had asked about you and she told me where you live. I wanted to know if you’d like to join me for supper at Bickford’s over on Route 44 in Raynham, in the Taunton room. Please call when you get in. Bye.” Fate can be funny, Helen is an old friend of Mom’s who used to work for the city of Taunton as a librarian. I used to love talking to her for hours. When I hit nineteen I bought an old flatbed Ford in pretty good condition.I’d ride by her house at times and see her bringing in bags of groceries. I would always help her bring the rest of the bags in, help put things in the cupboards and she’d make me a cup of coffee. Sometimes she had her glasses sitting on the kitchen table, I would clean them with my t-shirt or flannel shirt and she always liked me doing that. She had a number of pairs in silver black or brown. I liked them all but those black ovals always sent my fantasies to places I never dreamed. I called Helen and told her I’d like to accept her offer for a nice supper with an old friend and she was very pleased. I washed up and even shaved, put on some clean clothes and hopped into my old ’51 Ford flatbed and headed off to meet Helen. She was waiting in the parking lot next to a Lincoln town car, she knew me at once.”Gussy.” She hollered out, I went to her and we hugged. There was a very warm feeling between us even though the temperature was twenty degrees. almanbahis We went into Bickford’s and found a quiet corner in the Taunton room. “Gussy, it’s so nice to see you, what’s it been, twenty five years?” “Something like that Helen, how did you happen to get my number?” “I still talk to your Mom and I asked her how you were doing. When she told me you got a Pug, and practiced piano. I felt sure that the bio I read at Lushstories had to be yours.” Chills went up my back and the hair on my neck stood on end. She did not tell Mom about me writing stories did she? “So you read my stories over at Lush? Hope you did not tell Mom,” I said with a smile. “No, I did not tell your Mom how much I liked your stories, specially the one where you fixed the librarians neck chain, I started to get hot and wet when I read that story, Gus.” I was feeling pretty good, an older educated lady telling me she liked my stories, that they got her hot and wet. I could make her hot and wet too. “So Helen, are you still working?” “Part time, I did retire but had too much time on my hands, besides I loved my work, helping the public get that book they wanted.” “I like you keeping up with tradition, Helen.” “What do you mean, Gus?” “You’re wearing the librarian’s traditional style of glasses, the ovals in black, brown or silver.” “I should have known Gussy!” Helen said. “I remember way back when you helped me with the groceries. I left my black ovals on the table and you always seemed to like cleaning them for me. That was very sweet and yet it seemed like they were a sort of amulet or fetish item. Do you collect women’s glasses?”The waitress came over and we ordered coffee. “Yes, I find them at thrift shops” “How did you happen to like women’s glasses?” “Well Helen, way back when I worked over at the Bleachery, there were a few ladies that wore half-glasses and one day I asked Ruth why seeing her in half-glasses turned me on in various ways.” “And what did Ruth say?” Asked Helen in such a way that showed she could like this fetish.” “She said, ‘I ought to show you what they can do for a guy’, and almanbahis yeni giriş during lunch hour, she touched me down there, dragged her sexy gold half-square glasses all over my balls with their beaded chain wrapped around me. She was looking at me through a pair of gold half-moon style glasses, the neck chain swaying gently as she was jerking me off. I then came all over her glasses and she took them to her mouth and licked the cum off’em.” “That must have been a great lunch hour, Gussy” “ I guess that’s why I collect them.” “I liked the story of your wife being a dominatrix, then splitting only for her Mom to come in and do things. “That was a good story, I liked writing it.” “If you really like seeing me or we like being together, I could love getting into that sort of thing, being a sex slave or having you as a sex slave.” I was screwing my face up trying to read the menu, would Helen know I can’t see squat up close? “Do you always do that. . . screw your face into wrinkles?” asked Helen. “Here borrow my glasses.” “Thanks Helen.” I said as I read the menu. “These half-moons are nice, sort of romantic really.” Helen looked at me and smiled. “I’m sure they’ll be romantic after I do a few things with them. . .Gussy.” “Yes Helen, I would love being your sex slave. I don’t know much about this but I am willing to learn.” “That is a good attitude, never be afraid to learn new things. So what kind of music are you working on?” “Mostly classical but I do like the pops, Peter Paul & Mary, Dylan’s older stuff. But mostly Chopin and Beethoven though. Those two have enough material to keep me working for a long time to come.” Fate showed itself again when she started to hum Chopin’s etude opus ten number three. “Helen, that’s my favorite piece of Chopin’s works, how long have you liked it?” “Back in my teens, when I heard it played at a piano lesson, there is so much feeling to that piece, someone came up with words to it called, ‘So deep is the night.” The waitress came back and took our orders, Helen ordered the apple pancakes and I got the fried chicken with: mashed, almanbahis giriş stuffing and carrots. “Gussy, I wonder why you never asked about me over the last twenty five years.” “Actually I did, a number of times, Mom always said you were doing fine. I did miss you and our long talks.” “Cleaning my glasses at the kitchen table, did you miss that?” asked Helen. “I bet you’d love to do that again, cleaning my black ovals and now my half-glasses. You will be expected to keep every pair nice and clean, think you’re up to it?” I know Helen is saying in her own way, she wants me in her life. Frankly I love the idea of her in mine. Helen reached down and felt the lump in my pants. I could not believe it when she opened the fly with one hand and pulled my cock out without any trouble. She then took out her other two pair of ovals, wrapped their beaded chains around it and with her long fingers with red nail polish holding her glasses to my cock, and she began to jerk me off. “I knew you had a thing for my glasses a long time ago, Gus. I thought they might be a fetish item.” She said as she kept jerking me off. I loved looking into her eyes through her serious black ovals, It was at that time my sex reached the boiling point and I blew rope after rope of man sauce all over her glasses, beaded neck chains and fingers. In a deeper voice, drenched in sex, Helen said, ”Oh Gus, what did you do to Helen? Damn this is nice. I bet you will love the various pairs of half-glasses I have, black silver and gold, half-rounds and half-square, all with feminine beaded chains.” She brought those silver glasses that were smothered in cum, up to her lips and licked them clean. “Are you seeing anyone, Gus?” “Nope, fact is I just dumped Carol. She likes my money more than she likes me, and hates the idea of me being a cross-dresser.” “So you do wear women’s clothes?” Helen asked with a smile. “Yup a skirt, blouse, heels, a bra filled with fake tits.” “I would like seeing you dressed up Gussy. I’d let you borrow my glasses and beaded neck chain. I might like to see the light in my glasses as they rest on the shelf of your boobs.” “Sounds like you read a lot of my stories, I really appreciate that and I bet they did something for you.” “Yes they did do something, they got me hot and wet.” “It’s nice Helen, that you have no problem with it.

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