Growing up there was an attractive older lady who lived on my road, her hair was blonde like the sun, her skin had that quality to it of a woman who had enjoyed many exotic and carefree holidays in her prime, her jaw was striking. I knew that her husband had passed away in an industrial accident many years previously, and it pained me to think that nobody was worshiping this goddess as she deserved to be. I longed for the moment I could caress her bronzed skin and svelte figure...
Fifteen years later:
I began working in the health drinks sector shortly after leaving college. It was a sweet gig peddling sweet nutritious drinks to randy health food junkies. But I had an addiction of my own I wanted to satisfy.
It was a sweltering summer, the days were hot, humid, and the sweat would drip down my back as I unloaded the pallets. It was the biggest order of prune juice we had ever received. The client's name stuck a cord deep within my subconscious mind, it felt nostalgic somehow but I didn't know why...yet.
I straddled the company mini bike as I made my way to a somehow familiar address. The house looked grander than what I was used to; ornamental Greek sculptures adorned the lawn. I rang the doorbell. In front of me, an older lady appeared; she smiled at me, as if an old friend.
"You don't remember me, do you Geoffrey?" She spoke.
Nobody called me Geoffrey. My mind wandered, scanning my memories for who could know my name. Only my mother and her friends had ever used Geoffrey.
"I remember you and your parents - you used to live up the street at number 69 until that unfortunate divorce happened..." she explained with a kind smile on her face.
I glanced again at her golden skin, her once blonde hair was now entwined with silver, but I could never forget those wide eyes and striking jaw...
Suddenly, all those forbidden juvenile fantasies came flooding back. That early sexual awakening that was always focused on her, her and her full breasts. I became aware that my cock twitched at being reminded of the excitement of those memories.
"I could never forget you, Mrs. Jones...This is really embarrassing, but I always sort of..." I paused, unsure whether the electricity I felt was reciprocal, "fantasised about you."
"What kind of fantasies?" She replied. I could see a brightness behind her eyes as she stared longingly into mine.
"Sexual fantasies" I sheepishly uttered.
She was full of a confidence, so often possessed by the older lady. "Geoffrey, I think you'd better bring that prune juice into the kitchen. It looks like a heavy load"
I picked up the crate and followed her into the kitchen. I watched her still slim figure as she paraded in front of me wearing only a flimsy lilac dressing gown that skimmed perfectly over her pert ass, leaving little to the imagination.
"Well are you going to pour me a glass of that sweet juice? I'd do anything for a cold glass of prune juice. I wouldn't want to give you a negative review now would I...on yelp?" She joked.
I was gaining more and more confidence as my cock swelled with anticipation of what I so desperately wanted. "I'm going to need some payment first Mrs. Jones before we can enjoy the juice. Cash or credit?"
