Until I'd met Grace, I'd never really been sexually attractive to an older woman, especially those old enough to be my mother. Sure, plenty of older women are attractive, or in some cases, far sexier than their younger counterparts. Perhaps it's an age and confidence thing, I don't really know.
In her mid forties Grace certainly was old enough to be my mother and I suppose her face wasn't quite as smooth as it likely was in her youth, but to me she was absolutely gorgeous. I had watched her from afar for quite some time, although with my apartment balcony overlooking her front yard that was probably unavoidable. That front yard, always well tended, grass neatly cut and trimmed was probably the reason I first noticed her. Most weekends she would be out tending to it, always wearing these tiny shorts which left nothing to the imagination as they ended barely below her butt. Those, and a variety of old, faded but blissfully tight, figure hugging t-shirts.
Knowing her much better and quite intimately these days, I can tell you she was originally from Cambodia, having moved her with an Australian man she'd married, then had two kids to, and since divorced about 7 years ago. Violence and disrespect being the main cause, and she was quite glad to be free of him. From the photo's I'd seen of them both, her 5 foot 7, strikingly svelte, dark person was far too good for the likes of him. She's not what you'd call curvy, being quite thin and straight up and down with not much to speak of in the breasts department, but I'd dare you to look on her and not feel something stirring. Black haired of course, with the most even brown skin you've seen. Of course she had the odd wrinkle on her brow and around the corners of her eyes, but I guess in your mid-forties that can't be avoided.
It added character as far as I was concerned, and I'd say I was smitten from that first day I saw her as I reclined, feet up on my balcony and a cool beer in hand as I watched her bending, stretching and working her way around her garden in the 30 degree heat of the day. The bug eyed shades she always wore were kind of silly, but I was far more interested in the curves of her body as she would squat down to weed. From that point on I always had time to sit outside she was about rather than watch TV of doing other things equally as pointless.
After a couple of months viewing, I woke up late with a hangover on Saturday after a big night out the day before. Luckily for my headache it was pouring with rain, but of course that meant it was unlikely Grace would be going through the motions across the road. After fixing myself up an especially strong coffee and then another, I adjourned to the balcony for some fresh air.
The rain was absolutely teeming down at this point, with little rivers running down gutters and paths, and from the looks of the horizon, no let up in sight. We hadn't had anything like this sort of weather in a long time and I decided my ever growing pile of washing could wait until another day. With no plans and not much to do I decided to take it easy and put my feet up, sipping on my coffee and sparking up a cigarette.
Only after a few drags did I even think on Grace again, and glanced over to her place, immediately noticing that her car in the driveway had both the drivers side windows wound all the way down, and likely the other side as well. No doubt it was already soaked through well and truly by now, but if not it could only get worse.
What to do though? I wasn't really all that motivated at that point, feeling sluggish and un-coordinated from the combination of too much beer and wine from the night before, but then who knows, maybe it was a good time to speak with her in person. I didn't for one second think that me saving her car from being soaked through would lead to her inviting me in, getting naked and fucking me like the pool boy in so many shockingly repetitive c-grade porn movies, but then I suppose it couldn't hurt to help out a woman I was quite infatuated with. At least I'd get to see her up close I thought, and with a sigh, put my coffee down and my cigarette out and changed into a more respectable t-shirt and shorts before heading downstairs and out in to the pouring rain.
It took her a few moments after I knocked on her door before it swung open and there she was. I was more impressed that I had imagined when I saw her face close up, oval, tanned and with the brownest almond shaped eyes I think I'd seen before.
"Hello," she said with only a slight accent.
About 10 different thoughts entered my head at once. The most prominent being - Hello, you are amazingly hot thing I think I've ever seen, could I fuck your brains out please?
She just stood there looking at me expectantly, and I realised all of a sudden that I was the one knocking or her door, not the other way around, hence maybe I should spit out the reason as to why I was here and standing on her patio.
"Oh, hi," I managed to stammer out eventually, "I live across the road, and I just happened to notice you'd left your windows down and...well..it's raining and all and it would be getting soaked."
Recognition dawned on her face immediately, her mouth making an O shape as her eyes went wide.
"Oh shit!," she exclaimed, and I stepped back as she stuck her head out through the door to see for herself. "Thank you, thank you," she went on distractedly as she bent down and grabbed a pair of shoes by the front door, and slipped then on before stepping past me and running out to her car in the pouring rain.
It only took a moment for her to close the windows, lock the car and run back to the cover of the patio where I stood waiting. Even in that brief moment, the torrential rain had soaked her through to the skin and her t-shirt clung to her heavily, outlining her delicate upper body. Her chest was as flat as I'd assumed, but she had very prominent nipples, large and sharp, pressing against the wet fabric.
Her hand touched my arm briefly, snapping my lingering gaze back from her chest to her face.
"Thank you. Hi, I'm Grace by the way," she said with a genial smile on her face. "It's already pretty wet, but at least it's locked up now."
It wasn't hard to smile back when a woman that you desire is thanking you, so I replied with an easy grin, "No problem. I've David, please to meet you," I said as we shook hands. "I've had that happen to me before."
We chatted for a few minutes, Grace thanking me repeatedly with me assuring her it was of no concern. I pointed out my apartment, and commented on the fact that at least she kept her place neat and tidy unlike so many of her neighbours, to which she told me she had the garden under control, but that there were a few things about the house still needing fixing up that she would never get around to, like the railing just behind me being loose, same with some brickwork out the back. She knew gardens, she told me, but since she'd been divorced hadn't been able to keep up with the structural maintenance of the place. Seeing the place up close I could see what she meant, with the railing on the patio for example, rusting and with its fixing bolts working loose.
Before I realised what I was saying, I told her that if she needed a hand to let me know, as I had a fair bit of experience with home maintenance. Grace raised an eyebrow at that, and mentioned that next time she had money spare, she might do just that.
I took my leave then, my brain swarming with images of her and rather explicit thoughts. Much like before except I had a close up image to go with them. Sure enough, minutes later I was stretched out on my bed, naked, hand around my cock as I brought myself to hugely satisfying climax, before drifting off to a vary short but contented sleep.
It was only three days later when I saw her again as I walked back from the local club. Grace was sweating in her delectable gardening outfit, crouched over the unfortunately spindly roses in the front corner of her yard. Her butt arched up and staring me invitingly in the face as I walked by.
"Hi Grace," I said, waving as I walked down the footpath.
She turned, still on her haunches, her surprised look changing to a smile as she recognised me.
