In an earlier story, I had told of a relationship I have with Kim, an old family friend who recently turned 70. Late last year, Kim's daughter Laurie and her husband moved to the area from the west coast, hoping to find lower living expenses and a better environment for the two of their kids who are still at home. Laurie, in her mid 40's, is a lot like her mom in some regards. She has dark hair that comes down over her shoulders, and a nice build, trim but shapely and well filled out, not rail thin. She cuts quite a figure in a pair of jeans. I first met her shortly after she and her family arrived, at Kim's home where they were staying temporarily til they found a place here. I had come over to pick up Kim for one of our occasional flea market work days, so the introduction was brief. I thought her attractive, but did not dwell on her. She was married, and I was dating her mom, so she was pretty much off limits. I'd see her occasionally when I was over to see Kim, and she was always friendly, but not flirty, though we got along well.
Not long after they got moved, Laurie got a job at one of the local chain hardware stores. Her husband ran an on line business, which brought in good income, but she took the job for the insurance, since the cost was prohibitive to buy independently. About three months later, I was in to pick up some things for the house, and ran into Laurie in the paint aisle. She greeted me with a hug, saying it was good to see me. We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments. Laurie then surprised me with her next comment.
"What have you done to my mom??" Laurie asked. I could see almost a gleam in her dark eyes.
"What do you mean??" I said. "I try to make her happy and take care of her." We had an awkward moment as we both realized what 'take care of her' meant.
Laurie smiled. "Oh, nothing bad. You must be doing something good for her. I haven't seen her this happy since my dad passed away, in fact, she's been happier than she's been for a long time. You must be taking really good care of her!!"
"I adore your mom. She's a great lady, and we have a lot of fun together. Why, what has she told you??"
"Not much. Just that you pay her a lot of attention," said Laurie. She looked at me tentatively. "I was wondering if maybe I could get some of that attention." Her eyes at the same time had a look of hope and uncertainty, as if she was asking for something she wanted, but wasn't really sure she should want it.
I smiled at her, not sure if I was being set up, or if I was about to make the best of an interesting opportunity. "When do you get done here??" asked.
"At five," said Laurie, now looking more hopeful.
"I'll be home. You know where I live."
"I'll be there right after."
I went home with my purchases and set to work on the task I had planned. At 5:10, I heard a car pull up. It was Laurie. She had wasted no time getting to my house from work.
"Well. Ya musta made all the lights," I said as she got out of the car and walked toward me in the garage.
Laurie laughed. "I wanted to get here right away. I couldn't wait to see what it is that's so special that makes mom so, um, happy," We looked in each other's eyes, then she leaned up and our lips met, in a long deep kiss that surprised me with its intensity. Laurie pulled away and we looked at each other. I was speechless for a moment.
"Well!! I didn't expect that!!" I said finally. "Are you sure you're good with this?? It could bring a lot of problems for all of us if this ever comes out. And how do I know your mom didn't put you up to this as a test??"
Laurie looked at me a moment, taking my hands in hers. "I can understand how you would think that. Rest assured, my mom does not know I'm here. She's not wild about my husband, but she also believes in marriage, and she'd disown me if she knew what I was doing. If you know anything about her, you know she's not the jealous type."
That was true. After all, we had been with others since we had started seeing each other, and we were both OK with it. "That's true, I know her well enough to get that. But, sex changes everything, especially when you're 70 and your 40 something attractive daughter is in the picture, even if she is married-and you're right about the married part too. Your mom and I had our eyes on each other for a long time, even though we never said anything or acted on it while we were both married."
"The reality is, my husband makes good money at what he does, but he's somewhat obsessed with it, and can be self-centered. It makes for some lonely moments, especially now that we're here and I don't really have anyone to go to." Laurie looked up at me, then embraced me. She felt soft, even through the polyester vest she wore at the store. I released her and took her by the hand. I could see several snaps of the western style shirt she had on were undone. While not enough to really show her attractive breasts, it was enough to see she was not wearing a bra under it. Either she liked going braless, or she was serious about what she wanted with me. I took her by the hand and let her into the house.
Once in the house, we embraced again. I held her away from me and pushed her vest off her shoulders. She filled out her shirt nicely, and I could see the sides of her tits easily now that her vest was off.
"Did you go braless all day??" I asked.
"No," said Laurie, smiling. "I was so turned on by the possibility of seeing you this afternoon that I just got hot, and took it off after you left. It was a little strange at first, knowing that someone could see me if I leaned the right way, but I got used to the freedom pretty fast. I might do it more."