Synopsis
A request for windfall apples leads to sex and love.

Apple Pie Seduction
by obohobo

Warnings
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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. 
MF Rom
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. 
(C) obohobo 2012

"Ding, dong, ding, dong"

"Shit!" I swore softly. Flicking the bulk of the flour from my hands, I walked to the door and opened it by hooking my little finger around the handle.

An elderly, sixtyish, woman greeted me, "I'm sorry, I can see you're busy but I saw you had windfall cooking apples on a chair by the pavement when I went to the post office but they'd all gone when I returned and I wondered if you had a few more I could have to make a pie for dinner. I can wait until you've finished making whatever it is you're making."

"You'd better come in, it's a bit cold and drear out there and the wind's keen. Typical November day, isn't it? It won't take me long to roll out the pastry and get the pie in the oven and then we can go down the garden and see what we can find. With this blustery wind, there's sure to be some more."

"Thank you. What are you making?"

"Would you believe, an apple pie?"

"Perhaps I should stay here and save myself the job of making one," the woman laughed and while I knew she joked, I took her up on it.

"Well it would be nice to have someone to share it with and I have a meat pudding in the steamer that would last me several days, if you are on your own, perhaps you would like to stay for a meal?"

"You're a fast worker and no mistake," she giggled like a youngster, "You don't even know me although I know of you from my neighbour's children. They collected eating apples on their way to school earlier in the year. They call you Mr. Vic.

"Victor Pyle, but everyone just calls me Vic. The children did well for apples this year, the boughs were breaking with the weight of the fruit."

"Grace Pembery," she introduced herself, "Were you serious in your offer of a meal?"

"Certainly, it will be my pleasure to have you. Haven't had a lady to dinner for a long while and it will make a nice change to have someone to talk to while I'm eating instead of looking through the day's junk mail."

She watched and commented while I put the top crust on the pie and coated it with milk before popping it in the oven. "Shall we go and collect the apples before it gets dark and I'll make a pot of tea afterwards. You can decide then whether or not you wish to stay."

"Oh, I can decide right now, I've been on my own for too long; I'll stay on one condition, you come to mine for a meal on Saturday."

"You're a fast worker and no mistake," I laughed as I threw her words back at her. "Is there no one else in your life?"

"I do have a neighbour that pops in when he knows I've been cooking and scrounges a meal but he's old, in his late seventies and a bit grumpy. My husband died two years ago and I have a daughter that comes over from Collampton most Sundays and brings her two teenage boys if they've nothing better to do, or I go to hers, but otherwise I'm on my own. Do you have family?"

"Not locally. My ex moved out a decade since and my daughter and her husband live in the wilds of Norfolk and it's a two-hour drive for her to get here. My grandson is at university in Manchester so I only see him a few times a year."

Grace hung her coat on the Newel post, stood her bag of apples alongside and promptly started to help prepare the vegetables, something I hadn't expected. We chatted, or at least she did, whilst we worked and throughout the meal. I enjoyed her company and her humour and during our conversations, learned she was two years older than me. "That's okay," she grinned, "I can have you as my toy-boy." Even at that early stage in our relationship I didn't object to the title and hoped we'd be able to get together for more than two meals.

While we prepared the food, I had time to admire my new companion. At about 5 ft 6 inches, I overtopped her by only a couple of inches and her `fuller figure', as the clothing catalogues put it, gave her a slightly stocky appearance. Her shoulder length black hair, tinged with grey, combined with the comfortable clothing, sweater, trousers and walking shoes, indicated, at least to me, that she wasn't into keeping up appearances and her speech suggested a down-to-earth woman, someone I hoped to get to know a little better.

When, with her help, we'd cleaned the dishes, I lit the log fire in the lounge and we relaxed together on the settee watching the flames and talking like we'd known each other for years. Her closeness, combined with the warmth from the fire caused a stiffening of my prick, not a full erection or anything but something she noticed and took advantage of by rubbing her hand along it over my trousers. Feeling the response, Grace unzipped my flies and pulled it out into the open and gently played with it. "Nice one," she remarked, "My husband always said that size didn't matter and we had a pretty good sex life for most of the time we had together, but I always remembered a couple of men I had before we married who were better endowed and knew the fuller feeling and climaxes I had with them."

By then my hand had insinuated itself into her crotch and, when she opened her thighs a little, I caressed her mound and I knew she became aroused. "Grace, I know it's not usual to have sex on a first date, but if you would like, we could adjourn to the bedroom."

She gave me that humorous smile I'd seen a number of times since she arrived and replied, "That's for teenagers, us oldies don't have that much time to waste. I have to tell you though, I'm not on the pill, but there's no need for you to pull out and hasn't been for many years now."

The bedroom being somewhat cooler than the lounge, we hurriedly undressed but, having less to remove than Grace, I had a short while to admire her body, particularly her full, if slightly sagging breasts and the dark patch of pubic hair. We soon dived under duvet and snuggled and kissed with the fervour of teenagers and my prick that had wilted in the cool air, quickly revived when placed against the warmth of her body. Her hand grasped the shaft and rubbed it while I induced her juices to flow by massaging her clit and mound. "Fuck me, fuck me, Vic, it's been too long since I had a prick in me."

Of course I did, and enjoyed the sensations of having my organ slide in and out of her warm cunt, especially as she encouraged me to do it harder and harder. Shortly before spending my seed into her infertile womb, a little cry told me she'd climaxed and, a few thrusts later, I did just that. Living alone, I frequently wanked myself but, by chance, I hadn't for a couple of days and therefore had a sizeable emission. I didn't pull out straightaway but left it in until it went flaccid.

"You trying to make sure your sperm finds an egg?" she giggled.

"What, and have to have a shotgun wedding?" She liked it being in her and said so and thanked me for giving her a great orgasm and I thanked her for the opportunity.

For a while we lay side-by-side, me suckling her tits and she playing with my partially reviving prick. "Will you let me suck you to see if I can get it hard again?" she asked.

"Only if I can do the same for you." One of the reasons my ex wife left was because she thought all forms of oral sex were dirty and only occasionally would she allow me to tongue her to a climax after sex but she always refused to suck me before or after fucking. Not since my teenage and college years had a woman given me a blowjob and Grace certainly knew exactly what to do and although normally it would take several hours before I would get another erection, not that day. Under her eager ministrations, my prick soon stood hard and tall and for the second time in an hour, I fucked her, this time for much longer until I finally shot my load. She had two orgasms before my prick deflated and from her appreciative remarks, I guessed it wouldn't be the only time we fucked.

*****

"Where've you been Gracie? I expected you back hours ago seeing that you only went to the post office and it's now nearly ten o'clock."

"And you expected to scrounge a cooked meal off of me because you know I often bake on a Wednesday, but I scrounged a meal with Vic instead. Vic, this is Fred Crawford, my neighbour," Grace introduced me to the elderly man that accosted us when, later that evening, I parked my car outside her home.

Fred ignored me. "I had to make do with microwaving one of those supermarket ready-meals again," he whined. 

"Well you should pay more attention when I prepare meals instead of just watching the telly and drinking my tea. I offered to show you how to cook enough times," Grace retorted.

"Cooking's women's work."

"Well Vic cooked an excellent meal for me tonight and I shall cook for him on Saturday so don't expect to come round then."

"I suppose you got more than a meal from him, as well," Fred commented sourly, "I'm too old..."

"Fred, go back indoors, it's too cold to stand outside and argue. I'll talk with you in the morning. Would you like to come inside Vic, and have a nightcap?"

I didn't stay long but when I returned to my car, all four tyres were flat and I hadn't a pump in the car. I fumed and swore a couple of times. We knew Fred had done it out of revenge for my intrusion into the relationship between Grace and him and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. "Would you mind phoning the police, please, Grace, while I go and sort Fred out?" 

Grace grabbed my wrist, "No Vic, leave him, you can either walk home in the dark or you can stay here and go and get your pump or look for mine in the morning, better still, I'll ask Tom Cross from two doors down, if we can borrow his electric pump. He'll be abed by now, " Grace suggested, "I'll deal with Fred and his little boy prank then too and if you come inside with me, he'll know his plan has misfired. No doubt he's watching from his bedroom to see what we do."

"Mrs. Pembery, I believe you are trying to seduce me and I'm beginning to wonder if you did not arrange this," I grinned and hugged her.

"If only I had thought of it! Come on, let's go inside out of the cold."

We ended up in her bed, both of us naked but after having performed twice that evening, my prick didn't respond and in any case we were both tired and contented ourselves with fondling and kissing until we drifted off to sleep. My morning erection didn't go unnoticed or unused and for the third time we fucked like youngsters wanting to start a family. I enjoyed it and so did she.

Another grey morning and when it became light and the frost began to clear, Grace took me to the Cross's house and after we'd greeted his wife, Cary, Tom found his air pump and assisted us to inflate the tires. Of course we had to explain why but he didn't seem unduly surprised. "Old Fred is a jealous sod, and he looks on you as his girlfriend or his daughter, Grace, and doesn't want another man muscling in on what he thinks is his property. Cary told me once, that he got into a minor fight over another woman he fancied before your husband died and ended up with a warning from the police over his behaviour. I guess your being kind and feeding him, fuelled his belief that you are his woman."

"I won't be so kind when I see him later," Grace commented.

"Would you like for me to come with you?" I asked.

"No, that would only cause more trouble. I can handle that old man even if his balls are shrivelled up and useless."

*****

On Saturday afternoon, I arrived in my best casual clothes and brought a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine, which I held so Fred would see if he looked out and received a hug and a kiss on the doorstep when I arrived. We didn't expect any trouble from him this time. Grace pointed out that all the neighbours knew and would be watching out for any signs of trouble. 

Like she had with me, rather than sit in the lounge and watch the telly, I helped to prepare some of the vegetables to go with the roast chicken. "It's much nicer to have something to do and someone to chat with," I told her, "And I might learn something in the process and seeing you're not wearing a sweater, I can see your tits wobbling under the loose tee shirt." 

In anticipation of spending the night, especially after she'd told me on the phone when we talked on Thursday evening, to leave my prick alone and let it recover until Saturday, I'd brought an overnight bag. The car remained untouched when I went to collect the bag later that evening ready, for an early night. "I think we need to shower after sweating over a hot stove," Grace giggled and I knew that wasn't the reason. We played with each other under the pretence of washing until the hot water gave out and then played some more with the towels in the course of drying our bodies. The showering was a waste of time. In the warmth of her bedroom, we worked up a good sweat with our fucking and really should have showered again afterwards but we snuggled up to each other and slept between slightly damp sheets. They'd dried again by morning and when we fucked for the second time we didn't perspire as freely, nevertheless, the sheets went into the washing machine while we had a late breakfast in our dressing gowns.

*****

"Morning Mum."

"You're early Janet."

"I had to drive the boys to a school on the other side of town for a football coaching session and thought I'd pop in on the way back, but it looks like I've caught you at a bad time."

"Not really, we've finished breakfast and were about to get dressed before washing the dishes." Grace introduced me and from the smile on her face at the situation, I could tell, Janet took after her mother.

"Well you'd better go and get dressed now while I do the dishes and then we can have a coffee and you can tell me the story of how you came together and what you've been up to, not that I can't guess. I saw the sheets in the washing machine as I came though the utility room."

Sitting in the lounge with mugs of coffee, Grace started, "Well it's really a story of apple pie seduction..."

Finis
