I was working in the garden when I saw you walking down the street. At my age I really shouldn't be on my knees so much and today I was really feeling it. I felt ridiculous hollering but I needed some help. "Excuse me son. Could you help an old woman to her feet?" I asked. You came right over.
"Sure thing," you replied as you held out your hand. "Are you ok?" I could see true concern in your eyes.
"Oh I'm fine. You would think at 67 I would know better than to kneel in the garden all morning. Just a little stiff in the knees is all." I explained. "Thank you so much dear." I looked you up and down as you helped me to my feet. What a fine looking young man. I always did like young men. At my age I can look all I want. None of them every pay me any mind. I noticed how strong your hands were as you held mine even after I was standing firmly. I felt a long forgotten tingle as we stood hand in hand in my front yard. "Would you like a tour of my garden, young man?" I offered hoping to delay your leaving. I get to be so lonely now that my husband is gone.
"I would love to see it," you reply and remove your hand from mine to take my arm, pulling me close. It feels so good being this close to you. I look up and think I see you looking at my breasts. God was generous with me giving me nice full 44 DD's to show off should anyone be so inclined to notice. He also gave me similar proportions all the way down. I have always said no matter what, I always have the best seat in the house because I have plenty of natural cushion.
As we wander about the garden I point out some of my different flowers and plants. Every now and again I look up to see you not really paying any attention to my gardening. Wicked thoughts run through my mind. Finally I decide to see if what I think I am seeing is actually what is there or if I am just a silly, hopeful, old fool. "Would you like to come inside and see my houseplants?"
"I would love to," you exclaim. The excitement in your voice sends chills down my spine. It has been so long since I have gotten any male attention. I can't believe the moistness I am feeling between my legs.
"I'm Betty. What's your name?" I ask as we walk into the house.
"I'm Lawrence but you can call me Laura," you reply as you turn to close the door behind you. What an interesting nickname for a young man I think as I head towards the living room. In my lifetime I have heard it all though so I don't judge.
The tour of the living room is quick, as I really want to get you upstairs. We are making idle small talk until I announce, "I have more upstairs if you would like to see them as well." I hold my breath waiting for your reply.
You step closer to me taking my face in your hands, "Betty, I didn't really come in here to see your houseplants." You lean forward and place a soft, gentle kiss on my lips. The kiss takes my breath away. You misread my hesitation. Stepping back you drop your head saying, "I am so sorry. I thought I saw something⦠I shouldn't have been so forward."
"Nonsense," I reassure you as I come to my senses. "You DID see something. I was just taken by surprise, dear. Please come here." I extend my hand encouraging you to come into my arms. It isn't until just now that I really notice what you are wearing. Your tight young ass is snuggly wrapped in some of those Lycra bike shorts I have seen the young women of the neighborhood wearing. I can see the outline of your cock. I guess I did notice it earlier but it seems much bigger now. The skimpy tank top you have on is clinging to your chest like a glove.