It was at the park when I first noticed her. A woman in her 50s I guessed, sitting crossed legged on her blanket, eating her picnic lunch, reading a book and enjoying the warm July summer sun. Like most days, now that school is out, I sit at the park, feed the birds and enjoy reading my Danielle Steele novels when I'm not working. I landed a nice summer job for the town I live in as a painter.
My job was go around town and repaint all the fire hydrants. That's it! For the most part, the job is easy, no stress and I could work on my tan for the summer. I usually sit at the park by the fountain on my days off and soak up some rays and like some other days off, I did the same today. While I was people watching, I think everyone does that, I glanced at the woman sitting not far from me and she gestured as if to say hello. Caught by surprise I acknowledged her gaze and went back to reading my book. Strangely enough I found myself stealing glances from time to time to admire this older, classy looking woman.
She was wearing simple kaki colored shorts, a sleeveless T-shirt and her hair was short to just above her shoulders. She dressed just average but there was something about how she wore her clothes that made her look stunning. She wore make-up but not too much like many older women do and she wore lovely jewelry. Not gawdy, but most appropriate for her. My mind began to wonder about her and what she did, who she was, and how many lovers she had in her life. I wondered what I would look like at that age and couldn't imagine myself that old. How silly I thought, at 22 I've got better things to do than to daydream like that. I must be reading too many romance novels.
Later that week, I saw her again at the same spot in the park and like before, she was enjoying the sun, feeding the birds, and reading her book. We exchanged brief eye contact and another hello as I walked by to my favorite spot just a few yards away. On this day, the sun was peeking in and out and there were times that it looked like rain.
Suddenly I heard a loud thunder and the sky opened up dumping a deluge of rain. Others in the park hurried for cover and I was soaked right through my clothes. The woman came to me holding her blanket over her head forming a tent and asked if I would like to come under. I quickly moved under her blanket relieved to get out of the rain a little and noticed her warm smile as we made small talk about the rain. I felt nipples go erect from the chill of being wet and noticed her staring at me. Actually she had fixed her gaze on my breasts. I looked down, and to my embarrassment, my breasts were clearly exposed through my soaked white T-shirt. I didn't wear a bra today as like most days, and the form of my breasts and clear view of my nipples were visible and on display. I hardly ever wear a bra in the summer and today I wasn't expecting to be in a wet T-shirt contest. I must have turned ten shades of red as I tried to cover myself with my arms. The woman smiled. "I'm so embarrassed," I said.
"Don't worry about it" she explained "it's only us ladies here"
We laughed and began walking towards the parking lot. "By the way I'm Rose" I said as I extended my free hand and "I'm Beth" she introduced herself.
The two women walked toward the parking lot and the rain began to fall heavier. Beth's car was close and both women jumped in. Rose was sticking to the leather seats of the Lexus and was feeling cold. "Where's your car Rose?"
"I rode my bike today," I said. "It's chained up over there.
"Well there's no way you can ride that in this rain and you're soaked. You're catch a death of cold" she said with a genuine concern. "I only live a few blocks away, why don't you come to my house and we can throw those wet clothes in the dryer and come back for your bike later." Beth said.
"I wouldn't want to put you out," explained Rose.
"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all" as Beth put the car in gear. As Rose sat shivering, the women made small talk and a short distance later, Beth pulled the Lexus up to the driveway and as if on cue, the garage door opened and allowed them to enter. Rose was still cold from being wet and noticed her nipples very erect from the cool air of the car air conditioner.
She usually enjoyed this sensation and always enjoyed the sight of her lovely 34Cs when they looked like that. It excited her when she looked at them nude and erect in the mirror but not right now, now was not the time, it was embarrassing right now and she hoped that Beth hadn't noticed, but Beth did. Beth thought to herself how lovely this girl was. How beautiful a figure she had and how perfectly rounded and upright her breasts looked under that soaked T-shirt. Unlike hers at 50, and droopy, she envied the girl's youth.
The woman went in the house through the garage just as the sun was coming out. "Wouldn't you know it" Beth said. She showed Rose up to her room and found a bathrobe to put on while Rose's clothes were drying. Both women were roughly the same size. Beth felt fortunate that she was still into a size 5 and figured her robe would do just nicely.
Now in the kitchen, Rose in the bath robe and Beth now in dryer cloths, Beth mixed iced tea and both began to chat. Beth was a divorced 55 year old, both her children grown now on her own. There was no need to work, the settlement was a good one and so it should be Beth explained, he left me for a younger woman. Rose thought to herself, how terrible Beth must have felt and couldn't help notice how attractive she was. Beth was slim, had an enviously petite figure and of course she was charming. Rose thought that Beth was extremely intelligent and as the conversation went on, she began to see that they had several things in common.
Strange but Beth didn't come across as an older lady but rather more as a friend. Rose's mother was 55 and Beth wasn't anything like her mother. As the conversation went on, Rose noticed that Beth took a genuine interest in what she had to say. She had a way that draws you in and makes you feel at ease. The two women talked about friends, school and family and of course books. Both woman were avid readers and to Rose's surprise, Beth had almost every Danielle Steele book on hard cover. Beth walked Rose over to the bookshelf in the den showed her the collection. Rose was impressed with the collection of books and also noticed there were several books on erotica.
Rose wanted to grab one down from the shelf and glance through it but thought better of it. Not sure exactly what the collection contained she thought she would love to take one home and read it at night in the seclusion of her room as she brought herself off as she usually does each night. Her thoughts were snapped back to the present as the sound of the dryer buzzer went off and she heard Beth saying "Oh! Your clothes are ready. Beth was secretly wishing it had taken longer. Seeing Rose dressed in her robe intrigued her. The robe looked better on Rose than on me she thought as she took in the mental image of this young pretty girl half her age in years and yet so mature. Beth was able to see a glimpse of Rose's breasts beneath the robe and she surprised herself as she wondered why she thought of looking at Rose like that. Like what! She thought, I was just admiring her youth and figure, was that wrong?
Beth moved to the dryer and removed Rose's T-shirt and panties. "Your shorts are still damp" she yelled and threw them back in for a few more minutes. Beth admired the thong panties and imagined how Rose would look in them, and the image of her with only them on. Beth was secretly happy that the shorts were still a little damp. It bought her more time. More time for what she thought? Beth handed Rose her clothes and Rose's eyes locked with Beth's for just a moment. Beth smiled as she handed Rose the thongs and said they look just like the ones in the picture.
"What picture?" Rose asked.
