Norma went to WALMART to get a load of stumble-stones for her backyard pergola. The WALMART garden associate helped her load the trolley with the stones and push them to the checkout, but she anticipated trouble getting them to her car unless some guy was game to help a damsel in distress. Being female she knew how to play that card. Look helpless.

The contestant she selected was twenty-five years Norma's junior, Norma was sixty, so the guy was around thirty-five and looked healthy. Norma was married but her old man was nearly eighty and parked in a nursing home with black lung disease. He was a retired coal miner who married Norma when she was a teen.

So she struck up a conversation with her prince as they waited in line. Examining the carton of a bird feeder she turned around to face the man, and laughed, "Assembled in America. I wonder where the parts came from!"

"I wonder if they used illegals to assemble the parts," he said. And they were pals by the time they got through the long checkout and parted.

Norma struggled with the cart but got it outside the store, then waited for her guy. "Need help?" he asked.

"It's more than I figured on," she said. "Will you watch the cart while I get an associate?"

"Where's your car, I'll help you load it?" He asked

"Oh! Thank you very much!" She replied, and led the way.

Logan, that was his name, stacked the stones in the trunk of her Sebring. "You got anyone at home to unload them for you?" He asked.

"Not really but someone will come along," she said.

"I'll be happy to follow you and unload the stones," he offered.

"I can't ask you to do that," she replied.

"I'll do it unless you're uncomfortable with me," he suggested.

"Okay! You talked me in to it!" She jumped on the offer.

Norma lived close by, in a retirement area. Logan parked his car beside her's and unloaded the stones to the garage. When he was done she offered him a drink and a break inside. There he sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. Norma sat on the sofa and invited Logan to join her.

On the sofa Norma chattered about her situation and the husband's condition, while they sipped their drinks, then she made new drinks and gave Logan a tour of the yard. Back inside she parked him on the sofa and excused herself to change into something more agreeable with the warm weather; a peasant blouse, and a short skirt that exposed plenty of leg.

Norma had nice looking legs and body. Logan guessed she had cosmetic work done to her neck as it looked firm and tight.

Out of the blue she talked about her sex life, or lack of it. "Sometimes I want to climb the walls, my friends told me, Norma get a man for the odd jobs, but they're all old around here, and you know they weren't volunteering their husbands. Maybe I should just buy some toys, what do you think?"

"I think you need a lover occasionally" he said. Norma gave him an odd look then excused herself to go pee, and moved closer to Logan when she returned.

"I'm feeling the alcohol, I don't normally drink this much. I also forgot to thank you for helping me," and kissed him. He squeezed one of her tits. She acted startled. " My god! You almost gave me heart failure!" She said. "No one's done that in a long time." He did it again. Norma's nipples felt like gumdrops through the fabric. "You have beautiful eyes," she said, touching his arm. "I bet your wife loves them."

"She does," Logan confirmed.

"Is she working today?" Norma snuck in the question.

"Probably," he said.

"You don't know?" Norma asked.

"Not really," he replied.

"Why don't you know? I'm sorry I'm so nosy."

"Because she's in prison," he answered.

"Oh!For a long time? There I go again. I'm sorry."

"Yes, it looks that way," he said.

"Let's change the subject, okay?" She smiled. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?"

"Just your bedroom," he said. Norma looked at him for a long moment, then took his hand, led him to the bedroom, and stretched out on the king size bed. Logan sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes, Norma watched him.

When he was naked she rose up on her knees and said, "Come here." And then she put her lips around his dick, giving the head plenty of attention until she paused to ask, "Does your wife give good head?"

"Yes," he replied.

Norma gobbled Logan's meat for five minutes before she got naked, too. When she was ready, and back in bed, Logan lay on the bed and moved her bottom to his face so he could eat her while she sucked his dick.

After five minutes of touching and licking

she drenched his face; he wiped his face with the sheet, so he could see, and moved behind her ass to do her doggy style. "That's never happened before!" She explained.

"The you weren't doing it right," he laughed.

Her cum lubed her pussy, and his cock slid in to the hilt. Her pussy felt good. "Do it slow, okay?" She whispered.

Norma wasn't a screamer or acrobat or moaner, what she was, was quiet and rhythmic, and harmonious, and when she orgasmed it felt like she squeezed Logan's cock with her fingers.

Her pussy kinda squeezed all the semen out of him with gentle contractions. That and her skin took on a rosy blush. She couldnt get enough kissing and holding.

Later she wanted to cook him supper but he took her out, Chinese. Then they fucked some more till bedtime, and he went home. She hinted that she'd like to try anal one of these days, and like to see him again. Bring his suit and play in her Jacuzzi?