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She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sure was there. Her figure was voluptuous. A few extra pounds here and there, but in all the right places. She was my next-door neighbor at work. She was a schoolteacher. I'm a teacher too. The thing about being a guy in a female-dominated profession is this: you are surrounded by women. Women of all sorts; for every over-the-hill battleaxe, there is a young, nubile, just-out-of-college hottie who thinks nothing of wearing close fitting sweaters or short skirts. There are also the slightly older ones, who've aged well and know how to leverage their charms to their best advantage. This would describe my neighbor. I'll call her Julia. She had shoulder length red hair. She had impressive breasts, probably D-cup and a lovely heart-shaped ass. She had a slight paunch... but I don't know of many grandmothers who don't. She calls herself a 'sexy' grandmother in conversation and I'm not about to argue with her about that. Julia was about my height, 5'6". I'll be the first to admit to being a bit on the short side. It's never bothered me. I figure average height for an American male is about 5'8" or 5'9"... average dick length is 6 or 61/2 inches. If I had to choose one or the other to be short-changed on, take a little off the top, thank you very much!
Julia and I have a number of things in common, despite our nearly fifteen-year age gap. I'm just past 30 and she's nearing 50. We both teach, are both on our second marriages, both have kids, with her youngest being the same age as my oldest. We also both enjoy flirting with each other.
She and I connected almost on day one of the school year and became fast friends ever since. I'd enjoy watching her walk past me to her room and compliment her attire. She'd smile and demurely say 'thank you', only to later surprise me with some outrageous joke. I think she enjoyed the attention I gave her more than anything. She was one of those cosmetics salespeople for a national brand. It was going to be her ticket to early retirement. She'd once told me she made more from her sales than her salary.
One day, I noticed a note on the door of the teacher's lounge offering free facials at Julia's home for the ladies of the faculty. I decided to give her a hard time about her discrimination.
"Hey" I said, next time I saw her walking by me "You look nice." She really did. It wasn't often she wore heels with a short skirt and a silk blouse.
"Thanks. I had a meeting with a big client after school today, but they canceled."
"Oh, sorry. I've got a bone to pick with you... what's with the free facials for the 'women' of the faculty? I may get the idea you don't like me any more."
She smiled. "Ha, ha. I do give facials to 'gentlemen' customers, but to be honest, besides you, there isn't any guy here I'd be comfortable with taking to my house." My dick stirred at the mention of Julia taking me home with her. I decided to see where this went.
"So? You're not comfortable giving me a facial?"
She play punched me on the arm. "No silly. I don't have a problem giving you a facial. My concerns about you run much deeper."
"Ouch. I'm hurt." I looked at her, giving her my best puppy-dog look.
She appeared to think for a moment and then said, "Since my appointment cancelled, I could 'do you' after school... if you're actually interested."
I enthusiastically nodded my interest and a few hours later, found myself pulling into her driveway. I was sporting half a hard-on as I climbed out of my car. I kept having visions of Julia and me frolicking on her couch or carpet. I shamelessly stared at her ass as she unlocked her front door and led me inside. I made a mental note that I didn't see any panty lines, so I wondered if that meant thong and stockings or hose and no panties? She led me into the kitchen and sat me at a straight-backed chair.
"Wait here while I get the stuff." Her heels clacked away on the tile floor. I busied myself looking around her kitchen and den. Hmmm. I could bend her over that counter there and fuck her from behind... I could sit her on that island and eat her pussy... I could...
"Hey, earth to Johnny!" I snapped my head around and found myself staring at her lovely breasts. She'd taken off her heels and had padded back into the kitchen with two handfuls of bottles and jars. At this distance, I noticed her blouse was actually just a bit sheer and that her bra was lace.
She laughed, noticing my gaze. "A perfect example of why I don't usually do this for guys."
"Sorry. You kind of surprised me." I began to blush. I also began to stiffen.
"Don't apologize." She went to the sink and drew a bowl of warm water. "It's not your fault your eyes are at the same level as my tits."
I gave her a close look at her mentioning 'tits'. She was smiling with a twinkle in her eye. Obviously she was in a playful mood. In all our flirting at school, we'd kept the banter 'clean'... No overtly sexual comments our innuendos. This was a noticeable shift in the tone of our friendship. My dick was now fully hard. I hoped she didn't need me to stand up anytime soon, unless of course it was to strip and molest me.
She came back over and began to wash my face. She stood at arms length bending over slightly at the waist. This afforded me a nice view of her lace clad breasts.
"Eyes closed" she said and began to soap my forehead.
"You just don't want me staring at your tits."
She swept the soapy cloth across my chin in time to catch my open mouth. "Mouth too."
I began to sputter upon tasting soap. She giggled. "You are an uncooperative customer. Hold still while I get you something to drink."
I risked a peek just to see her ass sway to the fridge and was rewarded with a stinging in my eye. "Ouch"
She began wiping the soap off my face and then held a glass to my lips. Orange juice. I reached up to hold the glass, only to have my hand lightly slapped.
"Hands down. That's a rule for male customers."
"Oh really? You get soap in my eyes and mouth, and only now bother to tell me that there are rules?!"
