I'd seen Deborah all over town from time to time, and knew her casually. She is in her early to mid thirties, a tall woman, married and the mother of three. She's always been the picture of motherhood, doing all sorts of things to support and raise her children and doing them virtually as a single mom. Oh, she's married but her husband is more married to his work and his cronies than to her and his children. He's at work in his office for long days and on the road overnight often, and when he isn't working he's usually at the club with his buddies playing golf or playing poker until well into the night. You rarely see him with the rest of the family but still the family seems reasonably happy. I'd always chalked it up to Deborah's efforts as a dedicated mom.
Over the past year or more I'd noticed that Deborah was losing some weight and really starting to pay more attention to herself. Her two oldest kids, boys, were well into their teens now and her teen daughter was becoming more boy conscience. I figured Deborah had a bit more free time now that the oldest boy was driving now, time to do for herself for a change.
A fellow in town died suddenly recently, a well liked fellow that got sick and died much too quickly and very much too soon in life. The funeral was well attended and as it happened I was seated behind and just slightly to the side of Deborah. It struck me how great her hair looked that day. She has a very full head of medium brown hair that has just enough natural curl to afford waves, and she grooms it well down onto her shoulders. I love long hair on women, not giving a rat's ass for those short crew cut style haircuts so many women sport these days. Anyway, as we stood to depart at the end of the service I took the opportunity to compliment Deborah on her hair. As I spoke to her she turned to face me and I was almost shocked at how lovely she looked.
Deborah had always carried a few more pounds than she needed, or more like a lot more pounds than she needed, but in recent months she really has dropped many of those pounds and is now well endowed with full curves in the right places and in very attractive proportions. She's tall, just a few inches under six feet, and the clothes she had on were perfectly selected to take advantage of her new figure in a most tasteful and respectful way. Her makeup was simple but appropriately elegant without being too noticeable, and her smile was warm and friendly. Damn, this woman had transformed from a seemingly neglected soccer mom into a very sexy milf.
She was appreciative of my compliment, almost as if she was surprised to get a compliment but very gracious in accepting such, and she reached out to touch my hand as she looked me straight in the eye to thank me. Again, this was a true departure from anything I'd ever witnessed from Deborah and seemingly very out of character. She had another woman with her that I didn't know who was impatient to leave so they excused themselves and walked on. I stood there and admired Deborah's figure as they walked away, and was caught doing so by Deborah as she turned at the last moment before exiting the door to look back towards me. We exchanged a quick smile and she was gone.
I didn't see Deborah for a week or better, as I don't get into town all that often if I can help it, but one weekday morning I headed to the grocery to do my weekly shopping. I like going then as the crowds are lighter and it's usually only women. I was about two thirds through the store when I ran into Deborah. She was wearing a skirt and a snug fitting sweater that really showed the size and shape of her generous bosoms. Although it was turning autumn outside it was nice in the store, and my eyes were instantly drawn to the two hard nipple bumps that appeared just after Deborah and I met. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept wanting to drift down to her chest as we exchanged pleasantries.
From that point we met on every remaining aisle, travelling in opposite directions so that we faced each other as we passed, and the chat subsided to a grin after a few aisles. I got finished before she did and loitered at long as I could at the checkout but was processed and headed out the door before she ever approached the check-out area. As I looked back she smiled and I figured that was the last of that.
The next morning I had finished my breakfast and my emails for the morning, and was about to head out to work up some firewood when I heard a car coming down the driveway. I live well out of town with my driveway coming off a little used secondary road. My house sits well off the road and is invisible from the road, and my nearest neighbor is a half mile or more away. It's nice and quiet out here, and very private, and it's rare for a vehicle to come down my driveway. I wasn't expecting any deliveries or visits so I assumed it was someone lost, so I stood there on the porch to greet the vehicle. I didn't recognize the vehicle, a small SUV type car, but when it got close enough I recognized the driver as Deborah. I hadn't seen that car before but she had been here before a few years ago when I was helping her oldest son with a school project, some outdoors stuff that was as foreign to her husband as oil is to water.
"What brings you out to the sticks, Deborah?" As I stood beside the driver's door it didn't take but an instant to see that Deborah was more casually dressed than the past two times I'd seen her, but looking equally as nice. She isn't a strikingly beautiful woman, more of the girl next door type turned into soccer mom type. Before she replied she unlatched the door and began to step from the car.
"I just came out to say hello and bring you some fresh baked blueberry muffins. They're still warm and will go well with a cup of coffee." There was a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eyes, but a tentativeness in her voice that told me she had something on her mind and was nervous. For her to even be out here was odd enough, but seeing her was occluding that from my thoughts at the moment. You see, I stay in some state of horny all the time and Deborah was looking pretty good these days, the kind of curvy and mature woman I often fantasize about.
"Awesome. Come on in and I'll put on a fresh pot." I put my arm around to touch the small of her back as she walked past me towards the house and I actually thought I heard a sound from her as I touched her back. I chalked it up to my imagination.
Small talk was passed as I prepared the coffee and poured two cups. We took our cups and the muffins out to the den to sit in front of the fireplace where a few logs were still flaming and casting some welcome heat. There is a large leather sofa facing the fireplace and I pulled the coffee table up close enough to set our mugs and muffins on while we ate and talked.
"So, I know you didn't make muffins and drive all the way out here just to have someone to share a muffin with. What's on your mind this morning?" There was a long pause and you could practically see the thoughts whirling around in her head, and the struggle for the courage to express those thoughts. Whatever it was that brought her out here was definitely something of weight.
"I need to ask you something, but need you to keep this whole conversation totally confidential. No matter your response, you need to keep it mum." At that point she paused and I thought she was going to dismiss the whole topic. "I trust you. I have a problem and I think you are the only person in town I can confide in and certainly the only one that I would consider helping with my problem." Another long pause and I sensed her hesitancy.
