This story happened a long time ago.
Irene at the time must have been around 40, 42 years, widow, had just moved into the apartment next door. Mother of a couple, the eldest boy and the girl with her 18 years.
At first I did not pay much attention to her, always talked about serious matters, had conservative positions with which my parents agreed.
But time passed, more than a year, she became a friend of the family. And little by little, that fake blonde with a round face, medium breasts and a big ass, proved to be more immoral than I imagined. I began to notice a double meaning in what she was talking about, referring to other men in the neighborhood.
I don't know if she missed her husband or if just showed that she wasn't so conservative. Two women of opposing opinions living in the same body. One recriminating the modern attitudes of young people and the other showing herself to be naughtier than I imagined.
At least it was a vision that I came to have after a while.
By this time I discovered that Irene had a haircutting ability, my mom started cutting with her, it was comfortable, easy, it did not take long and she offered to the cut of the hair of the men too.
"I'm not very good, but if they want, I'll cut too."
We accepted, she was not as skilled as the professionals, it took longer than usual, but the comfort and ease made the men of my family use their services.
It was then that I began to realize and desire that woman in her 40s, she was not the most beautiful, but still Irene began to look more than like a neighbor to me. Although though I was dating Emily at the time, there were complicated sexual issues due to my girlfriend's conservative education. There was little or almost nothing but some caresses inside the car. Even though Emily was a college friend, she did not want to offend her parents. Catholic education stuff.
Irene seemed to have a repressed will and that at certain moments appeared in sentences of double meaning, full of possibilities, desires. She didn't have a boyfriend, she didn't look sexy. And her dubious way made my imagination dream of how she would be in bed.
We stayed in this for a while, of course I didn't have the courage to try anything. Even so I started masturbating thinking about that mature woman, there were others, but she was occupying an increasing space in the lonely and perverted world of my instincts.
I guess the same is true of women, or not?
One Friday when I was going to date Emily, I opened the door of the apartment and saw And I saw Irene coming out. She was in a bright blue dress that defined her body, for the first time I saw her sensual legs.
She was a kind of woman who changed completely without much effort. All she had to do was change her hairstyle, some make-up and wear more extravagant clothes. And that made her more than interesting and sensual.
" Hi!"
"Hello!"
"Goes to where? Going to dating the Emily?"
"Yes, we're going to see a movie."
We went out talking while I admired his shapes with that tight dress, carefully so as not to draw attention. When she asked me...
"You could leave me near the third avenue?"
"Yeah, of sure."
"I'm late, Bobby went to college and I was without my car."
"No problem, I'll take mrs."
I turned my attention to traffic and also to Irene's thighs, although in the darkness of the car I imagined more than I could see her legs. One hour, when I move my hand, it goes against your thighs... Was not it my intention I swear or not? But it is fact that I see in your face a smile from those who understood a message.
When I stop at a sign, I keep my hand on the gearbox of the vehicle and it was then that, without saying a word, she put her hand on mine. My heart shoots, I didn't expect such a shameless reaction, especially when I was going to meet with the Emily. We smiled, we crossed our fingers until the moment the green light appeared. Too bad it didn't take long. Soon after we arrived at the avenue where Irene would stay.
I stop the car, she opens the door:
"Thank you, Júlio."
"Whenever need it..."
She looks, a bright look, and again a surprise... she arrives and kisses me on the cheek. We say nothing, the gesture said everything.
...
Although we met in the days that followed, there was always someone around. There was no chance for us to talk. Even because Irene behaved as if nothing had happened.
Only that days later another opportunity arises, coincidence or not, there she was leaving home and I was going to see another movie, it was the beginning of a Saturday night. This time I went alone, I was fight with Emily. Once again, Irene was wearing an outfit, which highlighted her shapes, and this time a red set, with a very tight skirt, even more stimulating than the previous one.
"Going out?"
"I'm going to see another movie."
"Going with your girlfriend?"
"No, I go alone."
"Are you two fighting?"
"I shake my head and she smiles."
"Do you want a ride, Mrs Irene?"
I still spoke respectfully to her that way.
"I want to, I'm out of a car again, could you drop me off at Starbucks?"
It comes to mind the other night. I try to control the affection I feel for her, I feel a tremor in the middle of my groin. Even though I don't want my dick start hardening.
"For sure."
I drive trying to control myself, I talk about other subjects, but she insists on talking about my relationship with Emily. Irene say I was lucky to have her as my girlfriend. That I need to be careful with the dignity and decency of the girl. I keep hearing this going to the place she indicated. And suddenly, when it seemed that the conversation would end there comes an unexpected question:
