It was 2 weeks before Christmas and I finally got to the post office with several boxes to mail out. At 60 and once divorced and twice widowed, Christmas wasn't everything it used to be, but I tried to do my best. I bantered back and forth with the young lady at the postal counter, while my male eye took note of her co-worker with the low-cut top and very large breasts.
As I left the little country post office I held the door for a lady about my age. Her arms were full of packages, and she thanked me, saying that she'd wondered how she would get the door open. I assured her that I was always happy to open doors for good looking ladies like herself.
She laughed out loud, slapped herself on her very substantial ass and said, "You might want to get your eyes checked, I'm just old and fat."
"Pleasantly plump, then, if you like." I responded, "but to some of us older and wiser gentlemen, that is indeed, quite attractive."
She blushed a little, smiled at me and said, "well, thank you very much sir."
Other than thinking that she was, indeed, my kind of woman... wide hipped, big assed and soft and squishy in the middle... I didn't think too much about it.
But, when I found myself at the same post office two days later with a few remaining items, the thought crossed mind that it would be nice to see her again. This time it was the large breasted lady who waited on me. And her top was a bit thinner or her bra less substantial because her headlights were on high beam. Seeing hard nipples poke through a thin top always gets me thinking naughty thoughts but I'm a good guy and didn't make any lewd comments.
I hopped back in my truck, sighing that my little Hallmark movie moment had not happened. No fat bottomed, mature lady needed my help with the door. I fastened my seat belt and was about to put the truck in gear when an old Buick pulled in. I hesitated, checking to see who it was. I laughed to myself when my friend from 2 days before rolled out of the car and started waddling to the door. I quickly got out of my truck and rushed to open the door for her.
She looked up at me in surprise and giggled, "hey, are you stalking me?" she joked.
I winked at her and said, "Well, I could stalk you, if that's what you want, but this one is just an innocent freebie." And I smiled back at her.
"But, since we meet again, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Dan."
And as we shook hands, she replied, "And I'm Kathy, or as my friends call me, Crazy Kat. Oh, my what big hands you have."
I laughed again, and winked, "Well, you know what that means... I wear big gloves."
By now, I was back inside the post office as she got her roll of stamps. As we went back outside, I said, "Well, Kat, I'd ask if you wanted to get a cup of coffee, but as you know, out here where we live, there is no place to get coffee."
Immediately, she came back with, "Well, except my house, I just put a fresh pot on to brew before I came over to get my stamps. As long as you open my door like a gentleman, you certainly would be welcome to come over and share a cup. As you know... company is few and far between out here in the boonies."
So, I followed her for the couple of miles to her house, popping a mint into my mouth as we drove and checking to make sure my eyebrows were pointing in the proper direction and my beard and moustache were not too unruly.
She lived in a nice ranch style house back a long farm lane, not far from my own house. I got out quickly and admired the view of her wide ass as she slid out of her own car. She had pulled into her garage, and I rushed around the other side of her car so I could open the door to her house.
I felt a little rush of excitement as she closed the garage door, and we were alone inside her house. As she pushed past me, through the door I smelled a waft of fragrance that enchanted me. No, it wasn't some sweet perfume. It was the natural, feral aroma of a mature woman who hasn't showered in a couple of days. A mix of sweat, urine and feminine musk that a dirty old man like me found intoxicating. As I followed her inside, I quickly adjusted the crotch of my pants to accommodate my growing erection.
Now, let me stop here for a moment to say that I am not very well endowed. At it's hardest, my cock struggles to reach 5 inches and average thick. I can't fuck for hours like a porn star, although I can go a little longer than when I was young, and I do still produce a good amount of cum when I orgasm.
The coffee was ready, and I was obviously in a good mood because to the question of how I like my coffee, I said, "I like my coffee like my women, sweet, white and creamy."
As soon as I said it I blushed and apologized. But Kat just laughed and agreed that she preferred her coffee like her men, tall, white and strong. I'm tall, so I said, "well, two out of three ain't bad". We both admitted that it was nice to be able to be a little playful.
Before I knew it, the coffee pot was empty, it was almost noon, and both of us had done a lot of laughing, a lot of flirting and made a ton of sexual innuendos. I had to pee. As she directed me to the bathroom, Kat apologized. Her well was having issues, and she hadn't had tap water for over a week.
There were a couple of buckets of water she'd gotten from a neighbor for flushing purposes. I assured her that I was a country boy, no big deal. In fact, I could just go outside if she preferred. She laughed and said she didn't have that option, and she could always get more water.
In the end I used her bathroom. And, I was a naughty, naughty boy. I examined her laundry hamper. Several pairs of fragrant, stained, dirty, granny panties were among her dirty laundry. I grabbed a pair from underneath, got a quick whiff and stuffed them in my pocket for later.
As I was preparing to leave, I asked Kat what she was doing for showers. She blushed a deep red and admitted she simply hadn't had one in a week. Since it was just her there, it hadn't really mattered that much.
Now, she was self-conscious about her aroma. I got close to her, put my hands on her shoulders and slowly made a show of sniffing all around her body. With a smile on my face I said, "well, I think you smell delicious. And with that I better get out of here before you think I'm some sort of pervert.".
She giggled and admitted that she was already pretty sure I was a pervert. Thankfully, she sort of liked perverts and she swatted me on the backside. "Y'all come back now, ya hear?"
She laughed as I walked down the path to my truck. I turned and said, "What time does this coffee shop open tomorrow morning." With an exaggerated wink and swing of her big hips she said, "Typically, we open for business about 8, but you can stop by anytime."
I was whistling all day long. When I actually got home, I stripped off my clothes, sat in my recliner and played with myself for an hour, smelling and licking Kat's dirty panties as I watched some porn. I didn't cum, just edged myself and dreamed of how good Kat must smell and taste.
The next morning, I added a Viagra to my morning pills. A guy needs to be prepared. I'm not typically a morning person but I parked my truck outside of Kat's house at 7:45. I was early, but she'd said I could come anytime. Plus, I carried a bucket of water with me, to replace what I'd used the day before. I know, I know, it was silly, but that's me.
She had heard my truck pull up and had a big smile on her face as she opened the door for me before I knocked. She wore a soft, thin cotton night shirt that only made it halfway down her thick thighs, house slippers and a thin house coat, that wasn't tied shut and simply hung open.
Apparently, I paused on her porch to ogle her body. I did notice that her breasts were larger than I'd realized and hung down full and heavy. The cold air from outside had her nipples so hard that the thumb sized appendages pushed clearly through her top. Her night shirt clung tightly to her broad hips.
