My neighbour Shelley was a fully figured woman in her early to mid fifties and I'd had a hankering for her since my youth. She was in her forties then and looked great and I'd often masturbated with her in mind. I was now thirty and saw Shelley every so often when I called round at my parents place and she was in the garden or coming and going from her house. She would always smile and wave when she saw me and I often wondered what she thought of me.
Shelley was a matron at a local senior citizens care home and worked shifts and I saw her getting into her car one day as I pulled up outside my folks place. I waved and went over for a quick chat as she approached her car. We chatted about things in general for a little while and all the time we talked I was thinking of how horny she looked in her matrons outfit and what I would really like to do to her. If only she could read my mind. And I couldn't help but think naughty thoughts as she climbed into her car and her matron's uniform rode up slightly above her knee to show her shapely tan nylon clad legs.
She mentioned she didn't really see me so often now I had moved out and got my own place so I took the opportunity to invite her round for a drink sometime, hoping she would accept. She did so readily and, deciding there was no time like the present, I asked her if she'd like to call round that evening after work. My flat was on her way home so it wasn't out of her way. It was no problem, she said she'd love to as she had no plans. Shelley had been divorced for about 10 years and, hopefully for me, felt a little lonely sometimes and would be glad of the company of a younger man. I told her I was looking forward to showing her around my new place and off she went to work.
After calling at my folks place I went home and made everything clean and tidy in readiness for Shelley arriving and showered and changed into some jeans and a crisply pressed shirt. Shelley arrived at around 7.30, straight from her shift which finished at 7.00. I must admit I was a little excited at the thought of this sexy older lady whom I had always fancied being in my place and answered the doorbell with a slight tinge of nervousness and hopefulness.
Shelley stood before me in my doorway holding a bottle of expensive French Chablis and a smile on her face. "A house warming present for you Grant" she said as she handed it over to me and I invited her in. Offering to take her coat I smelled her hair as she turned to remove it from her shoulders and as she turned to face me again I took in her lovely full figure in her dark blue uniform.
"Well aren't you going to show me round?" she asked as we both stood there in the hallway.
"Oh yes, of course" I said, realising I may have been looking at her a little longer than I should have.
Shelley was well impressed with my flat. "My, you have done well for yourself Grant" she commented as I showed her the living room, kitchen and bathroom. Then into the bedroom where she stopped smiled and looked at me "There must be some lucky girl out there I suppose Grant."
"No Shelley, there isn't I've been single since before I moved in here." She looked genuinely surprised at my answer and I'm sure I saw a brief smile pass her lips.
We went back to the kitchen first where I opened the wine and poured us each a glass and then went to the living room to sit down. Shelley looked so inviting as she sat on the settee next to me with her full bosoms gently straining at her neatly fitting blue uniform and her knees and lower legs shown to me as her skirt rode up slightly when she sat down. We chatted about life in general and got on well as the bottle of wine became emptier. Then Shelley brought up the subject of my being single again saying she couldn't understand how a good looking young guy like me hadn't been snapped up already. I felt flattered by her comments and asked her why she hadn't found anyone since her divorce either and as is often heard she just couldn't find the right man.
In fact she said it had been so long she thought that she was definitely on the shelf by now. My response of saying that was just plain silly as she was still an extremely good looking woman was met by a look of longing that couldn't be mistaken for anything else.
"That's so kind of you to say Grant" she said, "but I think you're just saying that."
"Really, I'm not, Shelley" I said honestly, looking her directly in her big brown eyes.
There was a pause in the conversation then where the sexual tension that had been there between us must have increased tenfold and after what seemed like an age I put my glass down on the table and leant forward to kiss her. She was taken slightly aback at first as our lips touched but then immediately returned the gesture until we were both locked in a hungry embrace. Our hands roamed through each others hair and over our faces and shoulders as we lay back into the settee together and our bodies touched each other as our tongues passionately probed into each others mouths.