Bucket list -1

"Thanks for this Adam," Fiona said, graciously.

"Not a problem. It's not as though I don't work for you," I replied.

"Even so, this is 'above and beyond' the call of duty," she countered.

After her husband passed away, Fiona had been left to run the family manufacturing business, which I worked for. At 49, Fiona was 12 years older than me. She'd kept herself in average shape. At the gym with friends. Voluntary charity work at a shop in town. Now she had to forsake all that, and man the pumps.

She was finding it tough. Her husband had unsorted paperwork all over his desk at home. Fiona had asked me if I could sort it, at her house. So that's where I'd been working all week. Spreadsheets and documents aplenty.

It was Friday. Fiona was off out on a date. I was trying to clear some stuff for Monday, the end of the financial month. Fiona had asked me to stop over, and work the weekend, to get it done. It was a large house, with five bedrooms, so I agreed. She'd offered me time and a half pay too, for every hour I was at the house. Plus, as it was Friday, I could drink a couple of glasses of wine, as I worked. That suited me.

I was busy working at the home office desk, with said glass in hand, when Fiona popped in. She was getting ready for her big date. Her first one since her husband passed, three months ago.

"Can you zip this up for me, at the back?" she asked, turning away from me, and holding her long, dark hair up.

"Sure thing," I replied, putting my glass down and rising from my chair.

Fiona was wearing a dark, long skirted dress. As I pulled the zipper up, from her mid back, I could see the label on her underwear. 'Bunny Herdette'. Some guy was in for a treat.

"That's better," Fiona announced.

How do I look?" she asked, turning to face me.

Her breasts were pushed up in her tight dress, with a deep neckline, ripe for picking. A decent 'C' cup, I reckoned. I tried to look elsewhere.

"It's not too much cleavage is it?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so. Just enough," I advised.

My cock, stirring in my jeans agreed.

"Oh good, some guy is in for a lucky night tonight, only he doesn't know it yet." Fiona confided.

"Lucky him," I unintentionally blurted out.

"To be honest Adam, and I never usually tell people this sort of thing, It might be his luckiest night. Since my husband passed, I've found a bit of freedom and an increase in my sexuality. My husband never believed in sex much, so I've never actually given anyone a blowjob. I know. I know. At my age. So, tonight, if things work out well, I'll be ticking it off my 'sex' bucket list. There. I've said it," Fiona confessed.

"I don't blame you. There's nothing to stop you." I said, supportively.

"Thanks again, for the work you're doing and supporting my bucket list. It means a lot," she replied

The sound of a car horn outside broke the awkwardness that was creeping in.

Fiona looked at her watch, then grabbed her coat and handbag. She picked up and finished off the glass of wine I'd been drinking, 'for Dutch courage'.

"Right, I'm off. Remember, if you have a shower, the hot water goes off at seven-thirty, so have it before then," she reminded me.

The door banged shut behind her. It was six-thirty now. I poured myself a fresh drink and set to finishing off the spreadsheet I was working on. Once done, I finished my drink and went for a shower. Time for my 'sex bucket list'.

The shower was a wet room. I didn't hang about. I had things to do.

Once dried, I took one of the guest dressing gowns from off the rack, just outside the shower. I went to the home office, and opened my work bag. In it, my cock cage and fixing ring. I fitted the ring over my cock an testicles, then attached and locked my cock cage. For safety, I hung the key on my necklace, around my neck. I liked being caged. It made me wait, so my 'personal' time was forced to last longer.

Now to see what goodies Fiona had got hidden.

I went into the first bedroom. Fiona had said this, and obviously hers, were off limits, but I could sleep in any of the other three.

It wasn't what I expected. There was a dancing pole practically in the middle of the room. Other than that, a steel framed four-poster bed, a steel cabinet, a couple of steel chests of drawers, a chair, a new TV on the wall and two full length mirrors that needed hanging. The items in there looked new, so obviously a work in progress.

Nothing there for me, as all the drawers were locked. The main bedroom it was then.

This was more of a traditional bedroom. I looked for her 'toy' drawer she must have one. It didn't take me long to find it.

Fiona had quite a collection.

Along with the usual vibrators, she had butt plugs, ballgags, handcuffs, collars, leather cuffs, a spreader bar. She'd been a busy girl. Some of the stuff hadn't been used, as it was still in its original packaging. I guess this lot was part of scratching a widowed itch. The set of drawers next to her bed, housed all her lingerie. Some of it was almost fetish wear. I only wanted basic stuff. I could have a better look next time, if I ever stopped over again.

I took a pair of the fishnet hold-ups, the cuffs and a red ballgag.

Returning to the first bedroom, I pulled on the fishnets. Not sure why I chose them. Maybe it was the drink. Maybe I wanted to feel that Fiona was part of my session.

I fitted the ballgag and closed the strap around my head. I closed my dressing gown up, loosely tying the belt around my waist. Nearly set.

I stood my iPad one of the chests of drawers, facing me, and pressed play on one of my favourite porn videos.

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