Paula was late at the clinic due to several factors. Not least because the system for ordering more supplies was being fussy. Finally, it let her place the order and she could begin the final odds and ends of closing up.
She saw the light that indicated the back door was opened and the code identified Vince the cleaner logging in. She was suddenly alert to the memory of the previous December first drinks session where she had been drunk and let Vince fuck her. Her loins warmed and her face blushed.
The pair had exchanged no more than a dozen words since that night as their paths hardly crossed, but each time Paula had become aroused and was grateful circumstances had not allowed a conversation. Did she want a repeat or not? Head and pussy disagreed, she was fifty-two and sensible after all. But then it was the only sex she'd had involving another person in three years.
Vince knew someone was still at the clinic as certain lights were still on. He rather hoped it was Paula but didn't know who had been on shift, he had good feelings about Paula.
In a vague way, Vince had talked to his mates about Paula. The general reaction was basically “What, some old granny, boy you must be hard up.”
Having described Paula in general terms, Vince then caught them out with,
“And how much pussy have you had in the last few weeks?”
Point made. One pal thought it through and asked, “Is she up for a threesome then?” Vince wasn't sure he was ready to share yet.
“Hello, it's Vince the cleaner!” Vince called so as not to scare anyone. Paula heard and her tummy leapt. Her nipples hardened too.
“I'm at reception Vince, it's me, Paula.”
He went out to the main entrance to see her nice bottom in stretched scrubs pointed his way. “I recognise that face.” He greeted her.
Pressing the last key Paula stood up and turned to face him, she was flushed. Saying hello she sat in the swivel chair nearby, indicating Vince to sit in another.
“We need to talk Vince!”
“Yeah, of course. I hope you're O.K.” It was said in obvious relation to that night, and with genuine concern.
“Yes thanks, look, I have no complaints, I was drunk and you, well, you're young and horny, and well, it happened. No harm done.”
Vince relaxed as Paula told him about her life as regards that night. Divorced, tubes tied, no man in her life, etc. Then the crux of the matter.
“What now?” She finished.
“Wow, O.K. Um, well I got no attachments, this job slows down the social life somewhat, and I did really enjoy erm, you know? That?”
“So what do you want now, if anything?” Paula was unsure exactly where this was going, or where she wanted it to go.
“Well,” Vince slowly went on. “have you heard of friends with benefits, you know, where people just erm...”
“Yes yes, I know the term. So that's what you'd like is it?” The nurse said in a noncommitted way.
“Look, I don't want to upset you, or be rude or nothin', but we hardly know each other, and I'm not sure what to say. But I certainly would like to be with you again, but no pressure, you have the lead and I'll follow you. If you wanna say piss off that's fine, I understand. I won't cause problems and we can act like nothing happened. You're choice.”
“Or?” Paula put the ball back in his court.
“Well, if I can say something, (Paula nodded) you're nipples say you like the idea of benefits.”
Paula blushed and her lower regions warmed even more. In an effort to distract she stood up to turn off the computer monitor which meant putting her back to Vince. He reacted on instinct and stood up behind her, putting his arms around her to gently grasp her breasts and caress her nipples, while kissing her neck and ears, having decided she needed him to take the initiative. With a sigh, the fifty-two-year-old woman relaxed back into his body and got a pleasant surprise as his hard cock poked her round arse. She moaned.