It was going to be another hot day April thought, as she grabbed the bags from her car and headed up to the condo door. She came here once a week to visit Henry Milton and help him with a few chores around the place. It had started out as a college assignment for one of her freshman classes. They were each assigned a senior from the local retirement community to visit once a week. April enjoyed her visits with Mr. Milton so much that she kept it up, even though the class was over and she was now on summer break.
Mr. Milton was in his late 70's and his wife Nancy had passed away years ago. He was still in good shape for his age, with a sharp mind that didn't miss a detail. Early on he would slip April some money when she was leaving, telling her he knew she was a struggling college girl and to keep it when she tried to return it.
April noticed he still had a strong appreciation for the female form. She would catch him occasionally admiring her full breasts when he thought she wasn't looking and it wasn't long before he became forward enough to give her "innocent" hugs that always lasted a bit longer than they should, where he would hug her tight enough to smash her breasts against his chest and slip his hands down to cup her round bottom.
He also had taken up a habit of "accidentally" brushing across her breasts while she was there. He used his age as an excuse, like he somehow didn't know what he has just done. April wasn't fooled in the slightest, and to be honest, she enjoyed the attention. She had stopped wearing bras on her visit days, and always picked out clothes that were form fitting and small. It was a bit of a turn on to know he was watching her while she was there.
Today as April rang the doorbell she had on small knit shorts that barely covered her butt and a fitted, very thin material, t-shirt with no bra. She had her long blonde hair pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun.
Mr. Milton opened the door almost as soon as she rang the bell. "April!" he said and quickly grabbed the bags of groceries she was holding. The apartment was freezing, as usual, and as soon as April stepped inside she felt her nipples tighten in the cold. "I'm so happy to see you!Come help me put this stuff away" Mr. Milton said, and she saw that he was looking right at her hard nipples. She knew thru this thin fabric he could almost see their color and shape, that's why she picked this shirt.
They put the groceries away together, laughing and talking companionably. Then April fixed a light lunch and they sat next to each other at the little table to eat. Normally during her visits Mr. Milton was more covert about his ogling, but today he was openly staring at her breasts while they ate, and during the meal he had placed his hand on her upper thigh and gave it a squeeze every so often as he talked. April loved the attention and during one of his thigh squeezes she parted her legs a bit more just to see what he might do. Nothing else happened and they finished their meal. April got up and collected the dishes, feeling a bit disappointed.
She took the dishes into the kitchen and filled up the sink to wash them. "You still haven't gotten this dishwasher fixed Mr. Milton?" she called over her shoulder.
"No sweet one" he replied.
She began to work on the dishes and noticed he had positioned himself to watch her work. April decided to make a show of it, stretching and every so often bending over, which she knew exposed most of her ass cheeks. She was just about to finish up and drain the sink when Mr. Milton came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself close against her. "April" he whispered in her ear "do you know that I can see your nipples thru that thin little top?".
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Can you
, Mr. Milton?" she replied innocently.
"Do you even know what kind of effect you have on me baby girl?" he growled in her ear then slipped both hands up to cup her breasts which he began kneading and massaging thru the thin material.
