It is a nice day, rather cloudy, and a bit cool, but after a hot and steamy summer, the coolness is welcome. I’m in my shed working on an old Briggs Stratton model 23 engine and I hear,
“Hello Ray, are you in your shed?”
I stick my head out from the double doors, “Oh hi, Gloria,” I say over the five-foot wood fence.
“Can you help me with something? My lights just went out.”
I’m familiar with her box. . . well, her fusebox that is. These old mobile homes use them. “Yeah sure,” I say as I make my way over. She’s in her mid-sixties a bit plump with large blossoms and usually has a pair of gold half-glasses of the half-moon style with a pearl beaded neck chain hanging across a well-filled ruffled v-neck blouse. I can’t say I never had thoughts of what she could do with them, wrapping that pearl beaded chain around me and stroking my balls with those sweet half-round readin’ glasses, leaving my jism all over them.
“So what’s happening Glor?”
“Well Ray, I was using a skillet and coffeemaker…then the kitchen light went out.”
“Oh, Man! Sheesh, you did it now!”
“Did what now?” she asks looking clearly worried, that she won’t get to enjoy her two eggs on roast beast hash and a cup of coffee. She stands there adamant, her hands on her hips, her sweet gold half-glasses sparkling at me with the sunlight in the kitchen window seen in them, a tree branch blowing in the breeze breaking up the sight seen in her glasses and to me, that is quite erotic.
“You overloaded the circuit.”
“Am I bad?”
“No dear, not at all. The fuse is doing what it is supposed to do, protecting the house’s wiring.” I say as I go to her bedroom.
“Why are you going to my bedroom?” Gloria asks with a voice between liking the idea and wondering what I am up to.
“That’s where the fuse box is Gloria.”
“How do you know that?” Gloria asks, possibly wondering if sexual shenanigans must take place before the lights come back on.
“The electrical code says it has to be very close to where the power comes to the house.”
So I’m looking in her box and I see a fuse that opened up on overload. “Oh, here we are,” I say as I unscrew it and hold it out at arm’s length to read the number stamped on the bottom contact.
“Ray, your arm not long enough?” asks Gloria with a smile as she takes off her glasses and hands them to me, “Do you want to borrow these?” Glor asks me sweetly.
“Well thanks,” I throw the beaded chain over my neck and peer at the fuse’s bottom. “Ah-ha…fifteen amps. Yup, between the skillet and Mr. Coffee, about five more amps tried to sneak through.”
“Oh Ray, you look so good in pearls!” Gloria says giggling. I feel rather sheepish.
“These work good Glor…I left mine in the shed.”
“Your glasses with pearls?” she asks with a giggle.
“Cute Gloria! Here is the trouble though, your coffeepot and skillet draw more than fifteen amps. Your kitchen, by code, should have two twenty amp circuits with a GFI so if something fell into the sink, you wouldn’t be electrocuted if you stuck your hand in the sink.”
“Do you know how to do that, put in a new circuit?”
“It’s not too hard a job, the hardest is being under the house and snaking the Romex up to where you want the plug socket. You would then have thirty-five amps for two appliances, I think it would be fine. Let me see if I have a fifteen-amp fuse to get your breakfast back on the road.” I say as I walk to her front door.
“So, Ray. . . ?
“Yes, Glor?”
“May I have my pearls back?” Gloria asks as she giggles
“Oh yeah, your half’s! Sorry bout that.”
“No need to be sorry, I could like seeing you wearing my reading glasses.”
I’m looking through fuses for a fifteen amp job all the while my mind is on Gloria’s words and frankly, it does something to my frank.
Yep, I have two of them and I bring one over to Gloria.
“Geeze thanks Ray, I really appreciate this, I’ll get you a spare next time I’m at the store.”
The sun is sparkling in her gold half-rounds as they hang across her breasts and I find myself staring at them.
“Ray, what exactly are you looking at?” Glor asks with a wry grin, her chin nestled between her thumb and second finger.
Bob Dylan’s been on my mind lately or to be more accurately speaking, his song ‘Mama you’ve been on my mind’ I start to sing it
“Is it the sun that’s sparklin’ in your sweet gold half’s? could it be your smile or something like that? and Gloria you’ve been on my mind.” I sort of sing it, almost like I’m in a spell, now I’m out of it.
“Now that I can get my coffee going, want a cup?”
“Yes, thanks, just don’t turn on the skillet.”
She makes me up a cup of Folgers dark roast with hazelnut creamer and sits across from me.
“I was talking to my brother about this a short time ago, saying I have fuses and should I swap over to breakers.”
“Oh, and what did he say?” I ask.
“He said, ‘Stock up on screw fuses and keep the panel you have.’ “
“Well, Gloria your brother is an honest guy, fuses are safer than circuit breakers, no moving parts, a certain gage lead wire will always melt at a given number of amperes flowing through it.”
“So Ray, do my pearls do anything for you?” Gloria asks me with a sweet smile.
“Would you like them to?” I ask.
“I think a part of your anatomy could look quite nice in pearls, maybe with my half-glasses sitting on the top of it.”
“I think you are right, Gloria I have never seen the thing dolled up in over sixty years, what kind of ideas do you have for it?”
“I have a few interesting ideas, we can talk about those later. Were you ever married?”
“Yes Gloria, to a fine older lady, twenty-seven years older than me, a great woman in many ways, and yes she wore half-glasses, not the cheapo ninety-nine cent jobs but gold or silver in narrow ovals, half-moon style, and half-square style with beaded chains of glossy white beads or pearls.”
Gloria has her chin between her thumb and second finger.
“How long were you married?”
“Four months short of twenty years. Dorothy was a wonderful wife. Taught me how to cook. I guess I always had an interest in classical music but did not know it, she introduced me to it.”
“May I ask you a very personal question, with a serious attitude, not joking or anything?”
The way Gloria asks me is thoughtful. “Sure, go ahead, Gloria.”
“Well, I’m thinking your wife noticed your interest in her half-glasses and beaded chains, and I wondered if she did anything with them, aside from looking through them?”
“So, Gloria, you’re asking if her half-glasses were involved in bedroom things?” I ask in my regular voice.
“Yes I am and I’m sorry if I got too curious.”
I put my hand on top of hers. “Oh that’s all right, she did many things, with it, she called it Horace Braughnschweiger.”
“May I ask what she did?”
I’m thinking, why not, maybe she would like to do that too. “Oh sure Gloria, she had various styles of white glossy beads, one set was glossy white balls and bananas, a phallic symbol for sure. I often wondered if I should have told her what I thought about that, I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I figured to let her think about my balls and banana. Well, she would wrap them around me and touch me all over with her various styles and her patent black heels too.”
“Oh, and how did that happen, that she did things with her heels?”
“We were out one day at the Hearth n’ Kettle in Hyannis. I told her how serious she looked in her patent black pumps, that I liked the way the sun sparkled on them. The next thing I know she had one of them up in my shorts. She was looking at the menu through a pair of gold half-moon style glasses with the beaded chain and moving that shoe around me. Then she asked, Would you like me to do things with my heels tonight?”
“Gloria, it seemed like forever to get dark out.”
“Why did you thank me for asking?” Gloria asks in a soft voice.
“You got me to thinking how nice it was when Dorothy did things, she had a particular pair just for the bedroom. Oh, she used all her half-glasses to do things but if she wore that one pair, I knew a great time was close by.”
“Ray, you could give me a ride on that old Sporty and I’d be your woman and I could spend hours doing things to and for you with my half’s, you’d have to keep them sparkling and spotless for me.”
“No heels huh? like in patent black, maybe with ankle straps?”
“Oh Ray, the fuck-me-pumps? You’ll have to give me a good ride for that to happen!”
I’m like totally surprised, I’d love her to be my woman and how does she know it’s a Sporty and I ask her.
“My brother rides and has ridden for a long time, I remembered the looks of that bike as I rode it for a while.”
Today is a day of surprises, that’s for sure.
“Yes Gloria, let’s do that, when do you want a ride?”
“How about a bit later today, then since I’d be your woman, I could do things after?”
“Sure, what’s good for you?”
“Oh, about one.”
“Well walk on over I’ll have her all set for a ride. Glor, you like hotdogs?” As soon as I said it I felt like a dingbat for obvious reasons.
“Yes, I like hotdogs, the ones from Coney Island in Fall River.”
“Well, I go to the one in Taunton, on Main street by the Taunton Greene.”
So at 1 pm, we rode off to Taunton and I can tell Gloria is a very happy woman. We are getting off the bike and she asks, “Do they have a menu?”
“It’s up on the board inside and right here in the winda.”
“Winda? you sound like Archie Bunker! I was hoping if they had a menu, I’d get to see you wear my half’s with my pearls over your neck,” Gloria says giggling.
“Gloria, I’m riding a seven hundred and thirty-pound bike, I want to look guy-ish.”
“Well in the bedroom, you will have to look as I want you to,” she says in a darker voice.
“I like that Glor, that you can get serious.”
We had a great time sitting out in front and watching the traffic go by and looking at Bristol County’s courthouse, I know it seems way too soon but I’m having some very positive feelings toward Gloria. So we are back at my place. The weather had cooled off some.
“Want to come on in for a cup of coffee?”
“Yes, Thankyou.”
She loves my dog Bandit.
We’re sitting at the table and she tells me, “I have a number of glasses, mostly half’s, and some silver ovals. All with beads, you could keep them all spotless for me. . .I mean if you’d like to.”
“I’d like to do that for you, Gloria, there’s something quite erotic when I see the light of the room glimmering in a woman’s silver ovals or silver or gold half’s part down her nose or hanging across her blossoms. I know just what to do with them.”
“What do you have in mind?” she asks and she sits a bit more forward in her chair.
“Well, I would start by dragging those sweet half’s over your nipple, then run the beads past the sides of your nipple making it quiver. Gloria puts on her glasses and really looks at me and starts to finger the beads between her thumb and forefinger.
“You’d run these past my nipple?”
“Ah-huh.”
And at the same time, you’d be holding another pair close to me and I’d be licking them for you.”
“Oooooooh that sounds so sexy!’
“Then I’d drag those sweet gold half-rounds through your garden, get your sex all over them and you’d watch me lick your sex off them.”
Gloria looks at me as though the man of her dreams entered her life.
“Then, I’d take your patent black heel and have your half’s sitting on the heel, beads wrapped around the heel, and me licking your glasses or shoe. I’d ask, ‘What do you want me to do?’ “
“Well Ray, maybe the pearls would look good down there with my hi-heel, maybe Horace should be in that heel, that bug juice is good for a woman’s toes. Maybe it might look good to see you cum all over that patent black heel, let people know I have a social life!”
“That could get you another kitchen circuit Glor, but then you might not need to ask me to check out why your lights went out.”
“True, but I could call you over and say ‘I want to see Horace in heels and pearls,” she says with a sweet smile.
“So Gloria, did I tell you I write erotic stories?”
“Oh my. . .I’ll want to read the…internet I believe?”
“Yup, Heelzanpearls over at Lushstories, some are about doing Mom or my Granny or nice older ladies.”
“I think we could get into role play Ray, acting out the characters in the story, any bondage?”
“Nope but you could get me into that as well as slip, bra’s, then I could write about it..”
“I think we’re going to be happy with each other Ray. . . I have a bunch of belts in red, double rows of holes, and long skinny belts to tie you up with, and you could tie me up too.”
“I have some pretty good movies we can curl up on the sofa and watch.”
“So Ray, want to do things, like now?”
“Sounds like a good plan,” I say and we go back to her house.
I follow her sexy bum into her bedroom and she starts undressing, very dainty, and hangs up her blouse and skirt.
from her closet she grabs a nice pair of patent black uppers with a good size peephole, she puts on the nightstand a bottle of skin cream and about six pairs of half-glasses in half-round or half-square all with beaded chains.
Gloria also has a few long red belts with a double row of holes. Gloria ties my legs together just south of the
knees and at the ankles too. Wearing her regular pair of gold half-rounds she takes two pairs of the half-square
style and stuffs them under my nuts with their beads wrapped around it and starts to rub her heels all over it.
I’m rather big now and Gloria starts to lick it, then she takes me into her sweet mouth and with the soft light
of the lamp, sweetly seen in her half-glasses she starts going down on my rod as she moves around the half-glasses
stuffed under my balls. I feel the beads of her half’s moving around as her thumb and forefinger are diddling me.
I start tingling through my body knowing it’s gonna blow pretty quick, Her bedside lamp twinkling in her half-glasses as she bobs her head up and down on my rod, diddling my balls with her half-square style glasses and her beaded chain swinging in time to her going down on it, Then I cum and she takes it all in, not losing a drop.
“Oh Ray, dayum that was so good.”
“So you watch the Golden girls huh?”
“How did you know that?” Gloria is quite surprised.
“Blanche says ‘Damn’ that way.”
“You like them too, Ray?”
With my palms up and a shrug of the shoulders, “Well yeah.”
We clean up and go back to the kitchen, sit and talk about things.
“You are such a sexual dynamo Ray, I feel great,” and she does. I see a twinkle in her blue eyes and I’m feeling
rather nice as well.
“So Gloria, what were ya gonna do with the Peep-toes?”
“I was going to have you in that heel with its head sticking out of the peep-toe, I was going to have my beads
wrapped around the peep-toe so you could feel my beads too and jerking you off with my heel, have you cum
my sweet gold half-moons. . .could you like that?”
