Sunday
On the corner of World Avenue and Small Street, and taking up an entire block were the Small World Condominiums.
Karen and her son, George, moved into the condo very soon after his mother's and father's divorce and property settlement was finalized, and his mother received all she was due. George was sad his parents had split up, but he had seen the strain staying together had put on their marriage. They had simply drifted apart. He had nothing against either parent, but even though he was twenty-two, it was assumed he would live with his mother, and though he'd had a choice, he chose to remain with her because he didn't want her to be alone. He knew his dad would do all right by himself.
Besides, he liked the small condominium complex they had chosen for a new home. It had only five floors, twenty units. George and Karen's unit was on the third floor. The movers had delivered all the big furniture the day before, and today they were moving in with the remainder of their clothes and other personal items.
In the elevator, they met a neighbor, who introduced herself as Carol Lambert. She was an extremely attractive older woman. Karen was in her early forties, so George judged their neighbor to be maybe fifty-something. Once establishing that they were new residents, Carol seemed to be eying George up. It was a bit unnerving for him, but also somewhat satisfying.
"You look like a pretty strong young man," Carol noted.
Not knowing where she was going with that, George merely smiled and shrugged.
"I'd be happy to pay you to help me move some furniture around," Carol offered. "There are a few other single women in the building and some older couples who would also pay you to help out. Not too often we have someone who can do those things."
George considered the offer for a second, glancing at his mother with raised eyebrows. She returned a similar expression. A twenty-two-year-old college student could always use extra money. "Sure. I guess I can help."
"Great. I'm in 404. Come by any time. I'm usually always there."
"Okay. Will do."
In the privacy of their condo, Karen said, "Well, that was fortuitous."
"Hopefully."
Mother and son spent the remainder of the day getting settled in their new abode. It was a fairly new building, and so, it was modern and had all the latest amenities. While arranging furniture and unpacking clothes, George couldn't help but thinking about their neighbor, Carol. He wasn't normally drawn to older women, but he recalled that she was actually quite attractive and still had an alluring feminine figure.
They'd chosen this time to move because it was in between George's college semesters. But unfortunately, Karen had to return to work the next day.
Monday
Hearing his mother depart awakened George causing him to ponder what he would do with the day. They'd accomplished what they needed to the day before, so there was really nothing he had to do. Roaming around their new home again brought Carol to mind. He dressed quickly and headed up the staircase instead of the elevator to the fourth floor.
Stepping out of the stairwell, George halted, glancing up and down the hallway. His heartbeat was a little quicker causing him to question his motive. And then, the door to Carol's unit opened and she stepped out to scoop up her newspaper, which sat on the floor in front of her door.
Looking down the hall, Carol saw George exiting the stairwell. A big smile appeared on her face. "Are you coming to see me?"
Committed now, George headed toward her, but waited until he was only a few feet away to respond rather than shouting down the hallway. "Yes." When he was upon her, he saw that she was wearing very tight legging-like pants with a matching low-cut crop top shirt. She was a bit on the plus side, but nowhere near chubby or fat, and as he had noted yesterday, she had quite the feminine figure.
He followed her in and into the kitchen.
"Would you like some coffee? I was just about to have a second cup."
Realizing he hadn't taken time for breakfast, coffee sounded good. "Sure." He took a seat on a stool at her kitchen island and watched her pour their coffee. He couldn't get over how good she looked in those tight clothes, which almost left nothing to the imagination. She turned and placed a cup in front of him and he saw her large breasts bubbling out of her top. As she moved around getting him a spoon, sweetener, milk, and a napkin, staring at her butt, he thought the material of her clothing was somewhat see-through.
When she faced him again, George couldn't help but continue to stare at her.
"Something wrong?" Carol asked. "Did I spill something on myself?" She looked down at herself.
Not expecting to be caught, George mumbled, "Uh, uh, uh—"
"It's okay. You can tell me."
"Uh, well, your clothes, uh, did I catch you at a bad time? You know, before you were ready for company?"
"No, why?"
"Uh, your, uh, your clothes look, uh, see-through."
She again glanced down at herself and shrugged. "Does that bother you?"
"Uh, well, I've never, uh, seen a woman, uh—"
"You've never seen a woman, what, George? Dressed like this?"
"Well, a woman, uh . . ."
"My
age?"
"Well, yeah."
"And
that
bothers you?"
"Well, it's, uh . . ."
"I'm in the privacy of my own home, and I like to be comfortable," she explained with some indignance.
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave?"
Carol chuckled.
"No,
I don't want you to
leave.
But you can stop being a prude."
"Okay. Well, if it doesn't bother you, I guess it shouldn't bother me."
Carol bent over, giving George a clear view of her breasts down her top. "George, you're a handsome young man and I could really use your help from time to time, and you will learn some things from me. But we'll need to come to some understanding. This is who I am. I'm not ashamed of myself or my body, and this is how I will dress when I'm at home, and likely will when you come over. Also, at my age, not having to wear a bra is quite liberating. I don't always wear one at home. So, it's up to you."
Realizing he was acting like an idiot, and genuinely wanting to stay and work for her—after all, it was her looks that brought him here—George got a grip on himself. "You're right. I'm being foolish. I'll do better."
"Will
you? Let's see." Carol lifted her top to expose her breasts. They appeared perfectly round, and
big!
"W-What are you doing?"
"Showing you my tits."
"Why?"
He had to ask even though he was getting an erection.
"If you're going to continue to come around here, you might see them from time to time. Are you going to be able to handle that?"
"Why do you want to show me your tits?" George reached down to adjust his cock. He tried to be unobtrusive.
"Because they're just tits. Nothing for either of us to be ashamed of," Carol explained. "But as I said, I like to be comfortable in my own home, and that could mean you might see me changing, or wearing something . . . like
this.
And who knows? Maybe eventually, you'll
want
to see me with little to nothing on."
"Nothing?"
"Do you occasionally go around without a shirt?"
Hesitantly, George answered, "Yes."
"So, if I have you doing something physical, and you perspire, you might want to remove your shirt."
"I guess."
"Then why is it not okay for
me
to do that?"
George knew what answer she was looking for, but he didn't say it.
And then, Carol casually lifted her top off and merely stood there allowing him to gaze at her beautiful boobs. "Now,
this
feels good."
With his mouth hanging open, George still did not say anything because he knew she was trying to shock him. His dick wanted to rip through his pants.
But then, she pushed her pants down, and with no panties, she was completely naked. "But sometimes I do like to be naked. Is
that
going to bother you?"
"What are you doing?"
"I want you to become comfortable around me—however I am. And if you want to hang around naked, you can." Now, she moved around to the side of the island so he could see her entire body.
George felt pre-cum ooze from his dick.
Carol climbed up onto the island counter top. She faced him and spread her legs, her pussy on display before him.
It seemed the more resistant he was, the bolder she became.
"What do you think?" she asked.
But he dared not say anything.
She started fingering her clit. "You're very handsome, George. Makes me horny. You can touch, if you like."
Of course, he'd like to. He'd never been with a woman—of any age—who was this open. But he dared not encourage her any more than his simply being here already had.
"Okay, well, I can see I've come on too strong, so finish your coffee and then we'll get to work."
Work consisted of simply moving furniture around, basically rearranging her living area and guest bedroom. She did put her clothes back on, but they were so tight and see-through that she was still a distraction. She offered to fix him lunch when they finished just before noon, but he declined. He couldn't get back home quick enough to jerk off and shoot a massive load. She wanted him to come back, and suggested after lunch, but he didn't know how much more of her he could take today. However, he said okay, and since he'd had such a good orgasm, and despite his sophomoric reaction to Carol's . . . lifestyle . . . he actually enjoyed her openness.
So, after a hastily made, gobbled-down sandwich, George returned to Carol's apartment.
She greeted him at the door, stunning him in a short dress with a tapered hem that rose between her legs revealing half her thigh. The elastic top exposed her shoulders and cut across the top of her breasts just low enough to show a half-inch of cleavage.
"This better?" she asked.
"You have other plans? I can come another time."
"No. Just thought you might like me better in this." She stepped aside for him to enter. "Come have a seat while I decide what I want us to do next. Wasn't sure you were actually going to come back today." She led him to the sofa they had moved earlier.
He sat, and so did she, her dress of course riding up to show most of her thighs. And then, she exaggeratedly crossed her legs, flashing her pantiless crotch. She pretended to think about what she wanted to do, uncrossing her legs, not re-crossing them, but keeping them spread apart. She turned slightly toward him so that she was open to his eyes.
