I had suspected, hoped, for the last ten minutes that this is where our conversation was headed. I had not suspected she felt this way before today but I was thrilled by the possibilities. I did not say a word. Connie was sitting on the lounge chair by the pool and I took her hand and motioned for her to stand. We are about the same height, maybe she was a little taller. I put one hand of each side of her face and leaned in and kissed her very gently.
I could tell she was uncertain and perhaps nervous. I thought the best thing was to go slow so I led her inside and we sat on the couch in her den. I looked at her, smiled and said: "Lets take this slow ok? I think we need some time and talk and experimenting to see what works." She nodded, yes yes yes.
I took Connie in my arms and kissed her again. Less stiff this time. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue between my lips. When the kiss ended she had her arms around me and whispered: "Oh Robin, I so want this. I so want you."
Connie surprised me when we played tennis because as athletic as she is she is, well, chubby. I have put on weight as I have gotten older. I work hard to stay flexible and in shape but 20 pounds I cannot shed have found their way onto my body. And of course they found their way into mostly my breasts and my butt. Connie and I have talked about this weight problem as we both have the same challenge. Diet after diet has not helped either of us. We sometimes kid each other and being "yummy butt babes" but the truth is we have big asses, hers bigger than mine. Upstairs, ah yes, upstairs we are both big. When I was young I had what I thought were perfect 36C's. Now nearing 64 years old they are 38D's. Connie is much bigger at 4?DD but I have no idea what they were when she was younger.
Connie was wearing shorts and a freshly laundered white mans dress shirt. She was never shy about her legs and thighs and wore very short shorts for a big woman. I looked at her once wearing those shorts and thought how big but solid her thighs were. She always wore a loose top because it masked the size of her breasts.
As we sat on the couch kissing I put my hand on her thigh near her knee and moved it up toward her pussy. I felt her move in response...perhaps her legs spread just a little. She was opening up to me. She put her arms around my upper body and her hand behind my head on my neck. I pulled her shirt out from her shorts and slipped my hand up to just touch her breast through her bra. She reacted by taking the shirt off, and reaching in and trying to unbutton mine. I took my top off, reached behind and unhooked my bra and threw both on the floor. I reached behind her and unsnapped and unsnapped and unsnapped (lots of hooks) her bra and it fell away.
Connies breasts were not big, that does not do them justice, they were massive. They were, however, not fat they were firm and the bra she used was custom made to minimize their size.
It was time to move. I looked at her and while holding her breast asked: "Bedroom?" I was trying to give her one last chance to change her mind. Watching her walk braless in those little navy blue short shorts was making me very wet. It was also making me worry that she would be disappointed in my 63 year old body. As we got to the doorway I stopped and told her: "last chance to change your mind." She took my hand, quickly pulled me in closed and locked the door.
In the bedroom things changed. Connie became much less timid and a little more aggressive. She came forward and took me in her arms and while kissing me she moved me with her body toward the bed. When the back of my legs hit the bed she reached down and unbuttoned my shorts. As she further pushed me into a sitting position she pulled my shorts off leaving me in only my underwear. Thank you mom for the great advice. I was wearing clean and sexy underwear that was almost a thong.
