She looked out the door towards the curb. Peeking out from behind her front door, which was cracked open slightly, she saw some big kid or guy standing over his car. She couldn't quite tell. She wasn't wearing her contacts. He seemed like a taller guy and a younger looking kid from a distance. She wasn't able to tell. The car had stalled out. Parked out front of her house with its hood up, steam definitely was pouring out from the engine.
She found a pair of glasses and put those on. He was a rather cute looking guy but in her estimation he was rather young. A tall guy standing about 6'4", he had a husky body. Heftier with wide shoulders and muscular legs, he wasn't fat by any stretch; just a big guy. It caught her attention right away. He weighed around 250 in her approximation.
"He's a good looking boy that's for sure" she first said aloud. "No don't you go out there and help him out" she told herself. "You don't know him at all. He could be some kind of weirdo or freak. No don't do that to yourself. Don't go thinking he's a nice boy who needs help" she kept thinking.
"You're gonna get yourself in trouble like you did a few years back with that other kid you thought you'd help out. Look what happened with...." she began to recall. "Just don't even think about going and putting something on. Well getting dressed to help the young man out, it's not gonna hurt anyone. I'll at least put on a robe" contradicting herself.
"No Karen stop it! Stop kidding yourself woman! Boy he's a handsome guy he is" she again said contradicting herself once more.
Karen Harper, one very attractive and full figured woman was all alone one Saturday. Her husband had decided to play another round of golf because of a wager he placed with some friends.
The young man out by the curb with his stalled car troubled her, but it intrigued her too much to be ignored. She didn't like that he was having troubles however he was nicely dressed. He had a respectable haircut. He wore a sharp looking polo shirt with equally nice looking shorts. He looked like a good kid once she watched him a few minutes from behind the crack of her door.
He looked around to houses around him. Nobody was stirring outside their homes. Karen went and put on a robe. She put in her contacts. She brushed her hair. She came downstairs, opened her front door, and stepped outside. She looked happy in her early attire especially for someone who hadn't showered or put on her makeup yet.
She called out to him asking if there was something wrong. She knew there was. She asked if she could do something for him. She wanted to help out at first. Anything would be helpful, she thought. Besides as she walked a bit closer, he was a lot better looking. She walked to the middle of her yard but no closer. She smiled as he looked up. He didn't look that young any longer.
Looking up towards her he found it odd she stood smiling at him. She was pretty though while standing in her robe and holding a cup her coffee. It didn't bother him. "Don't you have a cell phone to call somebody for some help" the soft spoken woman asked. He said it wasn't charged. She looked at him and gave in to her impulsive behavior.
"Then come on up I guess" she told him in a drawn out voice as though it was a bother. Waving him towards her house and turning towards it too, she said in the same hesitant tone "You can use my phone but only if you're going to be trustworthy. Come on in I guess."
He didn't want to bother anyone. He hesitated at first. Slowly walking her way he wondered why a stranger would help out. She got prettier each step he took towards her. Seeing her eyes, he liked the comfort of them while following behind her. Even though she was bigger her plus size figure did not bother him. Her physical features were rather magnetic. They were attractive in a way. She was a pretty woman. Even though she probably was 10 maybe 15 years older then him from what he could tell it didn't seem to bother him.
Realistically she was only 12 years older. He was 24. Age didn't matter bother either. They were compatible personalities. She was already impressed. She told herself she liked the guy. She was on a mission. She gave into whimsical feelings. Dreams she occasionally had about guys stared her straight in the face. She was tickled pink. She tried remaining rational keeping her composure.
It had been several years since her one other affair. That boy was some 18 year old college freshman. Thinking back only made her smile. That young man was such a great guy; one special lover she recalled. Maybe this will be similar?
"No I'm a happily married woman. I am right? Ohhhh but he's so cute and that body of his..."
"Come on inside. Here call someone you know. Your parents, brother, sister, or someone you know. Do you need to look up a number?" He said yes. She pulled out a phone book, sat down next to him, and looked up numbers of names he gave her. She loved it! "May I get you something to drink?"
"Ohh and by the way I'm Mrs. Harper but please call me Karen. And you are" asking him as though she had been familiar with him for a while. She felt comfortable in his presence. It was easy to feel that way.
"Oh I'm sorry mam. I'm sorry" he replied reaching around to shake her hand and introducing himself. He tried hard not to look at any of her attire. Underneath the robe she only wore a bra and panties.
It dawned on him that's what was underneath. "Thank you for helping me out" he told her as he looked away from her. "I appreciate it." She wanted him to look at her robe. He called one number after another of those he knew off the top of his head. Nobody was home; nobody answered. He looked up a few other numbers and all his buddies weren't around either. He was frustrated. She really wanted to help him out at that point.
"Umm I might be able to help you, but well you have to do me a favor first. Let me get a shower first. Can I put you outside for a few minutes? I suppose you could stay inside but well for the moment I'd be more comfy if you were outside while I showered."
"If I make you some toast and juice can you sit out on the porch while I get a quick shower? So I can get dressed properly? Then you can come back in and we can figure this all out. Sit out back. I'll make you some toast and get you some juice."