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It was shortly after I had turned 40 that I ended up moving to a new town after the promotion I'd been working so hard for came through along with a transfer. I'd done pretty well for myself and found a nice townhouse in a good part of town and I was close enough to my hometown that I was able to recruit enough friends and family to help me unpack the small truck I'd driven, loaded with all of my earthly possessions. While my mother lamented that I was 40 and still not married, I was happy with my life and my job; I had my nieces and nephews as my surrogate kids and did pretty well with the ladies. I just hadn't found Ms. Right yet.
Once I was settled in, I wanted to start to get to know what the town had to offer. Since my brothers and most of my friends who lived in nearby towns were married, I was pretty much on my own. It occurred to me one day while I was at the office to check Facebook and see if, since I wasn't all that far from my hometown, any of my friends or even acquaintances from high school had settled there as well. I was pleasantly surprised to find that a woman I'd known since elementary school was living in town, so I sent her a friend request and let her know I'd just moved to town. It didn't take long for Heather to accept me as a friend so I was able to read her profile and discovered that she was both single and a grandmother! Since we were the same age, I knew the math worked out that being a 40-year-old grandmother was feasible, but it still came as a shock, having never been married, that there were people my age with grandchildren.
When I got over the shock, I looked through Heather's photos and received another minor shock as I thought to myself that she looked like no grandmother I had ever seen. Of course I may have seen plenty of grandmothers who were hotties and just never had any idea that they were grandmothers, but as I looked through Heather's photos I was thinking that she looked much hotter than I remembered her back in high school. I also didn't remember her tits being so big, which I did know could have been from having children, but it certainly got my attention. I was also a bit intrigued by the tattoo that was visible on her chest in one of her photos. I'm sure she took a look through my profile, though I didn't know whether she was as impressed by me, and we exchanged a few messages before she finally suggested some face-to-face communication at a local watering hole.
I didn't head over there thinking about banging a granny, but was definitely interested in seeing if she looked as appealing in person and whether there was any chemistry. My initial reason for wanting to hook up with her was still valid; I was new in town and wanted somebody who knew her way around to help me acclimate. Anything beyond that would be a bonus. I took it as a good sign when Heather showed up at the bar that she was looking pretty hot. She hadn't dressed like she was on the prowl, but she had definitely put some effort into looking her best and I was duly impressed. The place was a classier than a beer-and-a-shot joint so we both ended up ordering red wine and slipped easily into conversation. I managed to keep my eyes off her cleavage and the nearby tattoo that was partly visible but I was definitely feeling an attraction and wasn't even thinking about the fact that there were a couple of little kids who regularly called her grandma.
The conversation flowed from our hometown, who we still kept in touch with and memories of growing up together to my job, both of our relationship statuses and histories and her take on the town we were both now living in. Things were really clicking so, when Heather mentioned that we shouldn't be sitting inside on such a nice night when we could be drinking better wine with a lower markup on her balcony and enjoying some fresh air, I was game and took care of the tab so that we could split. Her apartment was walking distance from the bar, so I left my car behind as she took my arm and we headed to her place. Even at that point I wasn't assuming that I'd be getting lucky; I was enjoying hanging out with her and not really thinking of trying to steer things elsewhere.
As I checked out the view at the railing of Heather's balcony, with a glass of cabernet in my hand, she settled into one of two chaise lounges with a small table between them. There really wasn't a whole lot to see, so I soon reclined on the other chair and set my glass on the table. One of the things I noticed lying there was that there wasn't anyplace nearby that had a view onto her balcony, which actually made me think about sunbathing rather than getting laid out there. I asked her about the amount of sun she got since it appeared that she had a lot of privacy for sunbathing. She replied that her balcony was ideal for sunbathing, which was why she didn't have any tanlines. I turned my head to look at her and she just smiled back mischievously so I called her a tease.
