Norton Towers – the apartment block for sexy
What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So when I saw this ad for a mature concierge porter/handyman, I thought why not?’
After submitting the application I was invited to be interviewed by the ‘property management committee’. As I entered the old upmarket Edwardian mansion block in the suburbs I was met by a smartly dressed lady but there was something different.
I could not figure it out but usually, you don’t meet many mature women over fifty dressed to the nines in a figure hugging dress finishing an inch above her knees. Mind you, although on the plump side, she did have a reason – great legs.
“Mr Young, pleased to meet you, I am Gwendolyn Green. Thank you for coming. We are in a unique position, so to speak, because this block is owned and managed by us. And as we are not in the first flush of youth so to speak, we need to find the right person who can arrange things like taxies etc and do those small jobs that frequently need attending to...changing bulbs, looking after the garden, decorating and other stuff that will be explained later.”
Gwendolyn led me into the lounge where I encountered about half a dozen tenants – four women and two guys ranging from 50 to around 70.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is My Young; I have outlined his basic duties and explained that as we have to all agree so he has kindly agreed to this informal interview. Let me make the introductions. From left to right are Mrs Johnston, Ms Green, Mrs Hopwith, Mr Smythe and lastly, Mr Carmichael”.
They too were dressed to kill (not say stimulate) and in the case of the women, not mutton dressed as lamb but dressed to kill. Ample tits busting out, tight trousers, you get the picture. In fact I was getting a bit of a stiff just looking at them all. Not wanting them to think I was a randy goat, I sat down opposite and waited for the expected barrage of questions.
Yes there were the usual ones …experience, can I do minor electrical plumbing etc.etc. Then Mrs Hopwith, leaning back and slowing crossing her legs without to much haste and discretion said: “Mr Young, you seem ideal from a practical point of view, but are you discreet? I ask because as you as you will appreciate everyone lives their lives their own way and, shall we say, have lifestyles and interests, requirements that may seem different. Don’t you agree?” addressing this to all the group as well as me.
What she said was obvious, but this was different, nice different, but different. I reassured her that having been in positions of trust in the past and discretion was in my d and A, so to speak.
It was difficult looking her in the eye because by now she had discreetly parted her legs giving me great view of her open gusset girdle holding up sheer nylon stockings stretched over her luscious fleshy thighs. If this was anything to go by I was quickly coming to the conclusion that looking after and nurturing the needs and requirements of the tenants of Norton Towers will be interesting.
After a week Gwendolyn phoned to offer me the job and after accepting, asked if I could start next week. She said that Mrs Hopwith had kindly offered to show me around (where, I wondered) and give me background notes to all the tenants.
Confidently striding into the reception dead on nine, I spied her sitting in an easy chair. Smiling she got up and slowly walked towards me.
“Welcome Mr Young,” Shaking my hand she added:” as we are going to be working together today, I think we should be on first name terms. Mine is Yvonne and yours is? “
Robert I replied….fascinated. Talk about making the best of one’s assets. Although attractive, she also had what I call a wow factor. She was about 60, standing five four, with a very curvy and generous size 18 encased in a respectable blouse and clinging black stretch trouser that hugged and slit up her vulva that was obviously ready for action.
“Before we start Robert, I would like clarify a few things. As you will have noticed we may getting on in life but we are far from gaga. Each of us, single or as a couple, live here because we all follow the same philosophy of personal fulfilment and enjoyment – individually and together. To the outside world we are ‘oldies’ but in here we are vibrant and enjoy each others company...in all ways. As soon as your eyes homed in when I crossed my legs at the interview I knew that you probably shared our outlook on life. And unlike most others over 50 you will have noticed that we all always ensure we look good and make the best of what we have got.
In a nutshell, they all enjoyed an active social and sex life and their desires have not stopped with age.
“Here” added Yvonne, “we can do so without being scorned or laughed at. Do you understand?” By now my interest was aroused.
“Yvonne, may I ask a simple question…how did you all come together here?
“Yes, we are very fortunate. It started about four years ago. Gwendolyn was the originator. Being a young girl in the sixties, when she hit 50 she realised that when a woman reached 40 or 50 the world and the majority of men believed their sex drive shrivelled up and died. But the biological fact is that it increases. The problem she found was how to ‘keep going’ so to speak. So when she inherited this block in the early nineties instead of selling up, she tufted all the tenants out and began a campaign to find ‘like-minded’ owners. Of course, you don’t do that by going to an estate agent. No she placed ads in relevant publications and other methods, friends of friends etc.
Don’t run away with thinking we’re all sex mad…we’re not. But if you enjoyed making love or whatever turns you on says 3-4 times a week in your twenties and thirties then, if you are still healthy, it stands to reason that you would like to continue that as long as you can”.
Gwendolyn went to explain that both couples an singles did find ‘soul mates’ and there was always enough interest when something new came up! For example, if one has been living with someone for a long time and you mutually enjoyed what some would say was a fetish or different, and then it stopped…death, separation whatever…they could also find an interested participant.
“Now, so as there are no big surprises, I will show run through each tenant’s profile. But before that, let’s have nice cup of tea…your going to need it! “
Sitting down in the back office Yvonne opened the tenants' profile book. I was surprised in that in all there were only 15 – three couples, 9 women and 4 men. ‘The youngest Joan is 60 and Peter, our eldest, at 82 is still active but needs a friendly hand to get started.
There were usual details, food, shopping, etc but at the end was a group of initials. I asked what they represented and Yvonne said “their sexual proclivities". I am showing you them only because I want you be able to put into context what you may or may not, see various things which may appear slightly bizarre or odd.”
The list was interesting and included a roll call ranging from water sports to wanking with twists and kinks in between. Exhibitionists, bi-sexual, role player etc. Thankfully no one was into Bondage or Sadism but some did like mild domination.
“As you see” added Gwen, “a lot of the ladies are exhibitionists which I think is natural at 70 as at 17 as all women are nurtured to show off”. Looking down as my cock stretched out my crotch, she added … “and some men too!”
Then she asked “So as you are now with us, it is only fair that we know what you like, what turns you on. I know it’s hard to be honest by really, it will make your time here a lot more enjoyable. By the look at that lovely hard cock straining to get out of your trousers, you too are not shy…like me. Now what else”?
“Well, Yvonne, Like everyone, a lot of what turns me on goes back to adolescence” My problem was how far I was prepared to ‘come out’ so to speak. She was obviously a sophisticated lady so I spelt it out.
“Well first Yvonne, I am a devoted lover of ladies who wear girdles. Ever since I grew up in the early sixties looking at ladies in open gusset girdles especially with, untrimmed natural pubic hair and stockings just does it for me…like you did when you deliberately and slowly crossed your gorgeous legs at the interview.
“Oh Robert, I am so pleased. Most of us ladies here wear girdles or full corselets as it tends to help keep us in state of shall, we say, readiness. But today, it would not look good with these very tight trousers which I wanted to wear as I love the feeling and attention my displaying my fantastically large fanny bulge gets. I just love the fact that men cannot take their eyes off it. Heaven”.
Continuing, I added that I enjoyed role playing and whilst never tried it, I do get turned on by women pissing but never been fortunate in finding ladies who enjoyed it in a sexual context.
I was open about liking naturally hairy ladies, and my initiating in enjoying mutual wanking which started as a youth in cinemas with older men.
To finish I included large busts with even larger aureoles and most important for me …my genuine desire to give others pleasure as well as myself. When I finished, Yvonne said that I would fit right in and guaranteed that I would be very happy working there. By the looks of it, I would.
To be continued.