Young Steven had arrived home for spring break; bringing mostly his laundry for his mom to take care of. His dad was happy to have him home, but not too excited about the parties he goes to. A few years back he partied at a friend's house while the parents were out of town. The police arrived due to the noise complaints from neighbors. Last year he went to Jamaica, bagged himself some babes along the way.
This year would be different. Across the street, his neighbor, Joan, began her annual spring cleaning in the garage, decked out in shorts, sandals, and silver grey hair tied in a ponytail. She was a sixty something divorcee, who lived alone since the day her guy got caught cheating with a girl half his age. Steven had a bit of a crush on this mature granny, never sharing his feelings with anyone else.
One time, without anyone looking, he approached Joan's house, noticing her firm buttocks during yoga. Despite her age she was in great shape and Steven enjoyed what he saw. One night, he sneaked out of his room just to jog across the street. Joan had just arrived home wearing a spring dress. Through her living room window, he caught Joan sipping wine and dancing provocatively barefoot on the carpeted floor, to some old song he never heard of.
But the one night Steven would never forget was catching Joan skinning dipping in her swimming pool. He stayed on, watching her backstroke with grace, seeing all of her nakedness in person, giving him a massive hard on. He often fantasized her fucking his brains out and vice versa. Once again, he jogged across the street, offering his services to clean out the garage.
Steven helped out and Joan appreciated it. During all that time he paid more attention to her body than anything else and thought it was the right time to possibly make his move on her.
"Listen, Joan," he said, "are you seeing anyone?"
"No," she answered. "Completely single. Why, you know someone?"
"Yeah, sort of. He's kind of young, good looking, and young. He likes you."
"Really? Who would that be?"
"Oh, it's someone you know personally."
With her back turned to him, Steven grabbed the ribbon on her hair, letting down her ponytail.
"What are you doing?" Joan asked, turning around and seeing the ribbon around Steven's finger.
"I like your hair that way," he said, slowly approaching her.
"Steven, I think you should leave."
"Do you want me to leave?"
Joan backed off, slowly walking backwards towards the entryway. Steven approached her slowly.
"Listen, young man," she said, "I don't know what your game is, but I'm not one of your whores that you can toy with."
"You're not a whore," said Steven, "you're perfect."
"I'm flattered, but I'm not that kind of woman."
Joan continued walking backwards until finally reaching the concrete stairs. Steven continued his little game, approaching her step by step.
"You are a woman," said Steven, "you're more of a woman than any of the girls I've dated."
"I can't help you there," said Joan. "Old ladies like me don't have time for boys like you."
Joan climbed the steps backwards, almost in reach of the doorknob. She missed a step and Steven caught her from falling hard on the concrete. They looked at each other almost nose to nose, saying nothing for several seconds until Steven broke the silence, planting his lips onto hers. The kiss was sweet and tender but Joan didn't think much of it.
"This is wrong," she said, "this is a bad idea."
"I don't think it's wrong," said Steven. "It's just the two of us. No one will know."
"Steven, you just can't-."
Steven planted another on the lips and proceeded moving aside her silver gray locks, planting kisses on her neck. Joan enjoyed what she felt and couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. Why would someone so young show an interest in a woman old enough to be his grandmother? The young man lifted up her shirt, working his tongue all over her fully erect nipples. Joan felt things she hadn't felt for so long and never thought she'd have again.
"My tits are small," Joan said.
"They're perfect," said Steven, admiring each in his mouth.
"I must be dreaming. This couldn't be happening."
"Go with the flow, I'm on a roll."
"Yes, yes you certainly are, but I think we should take this inside before someone sees us."
"Good idea."
Steven lifted Joan up by her hips, leaving her stunned at how strong he was. Joan was carried inside, allowing her sandals to slip off her feet. She told Steven to remove his shoes right away to prevent any damage to her carpeted floor.
By then all clothes were off and two naked bodies laid on the bed. Steven pleasured Joan by going to work on her pussy. It was hairy with some gray strands but Steven couldn't care less. To him it was a work of art and Joan's body trembled from the feel of his wet tongue all over it.
