Home. Home is where my parents live. And I'm there, visiting for the week. I live in California, 2,000 miles away from home. Just far enough away for this twenty five year old to feel independent. My first morning back I got on my bike to go for a ride. Heading up the street I saw the little kids climbing on the bus which would take them off to day camp. It made me remember my days of youthful fun and freedom.
As I approached the bus, I saw Mrs. Cross. Dad told me she recently got divorced- a bitter feud he told me. She got the house, the money and the kid. Good for her. I never liked her husband. When I was in high school, she had me baby sit for her son on Saturdays in the summers while they went off to do things. It was an easy gig- let him play ball in yard and swim in the pool. I caught rays, ate pizza and got paid to do it. Nothing bad about it. She was always nice and appreciative. Mr. Cross was cold. I never understood him or why they were ever together. His loss...
She was and is a sight for sore eyes- a short perky dirty blond with a fabulous body and big tits, the kind of woman that makes men smile and lust in their hearts, even obsess. Her soft doe shaped brown eyes always caught my attention. I was a sucker for them. She was a bit innocent. I was never sure if she understood how compelling she was.
Mrs. Cross waived to me as the other moms left the bus stop. I knew none of them because most had moved into the neighborhood after I moved out.
"Ben," she said as I pulled up, "so good to see you... It has been a long time. Tyler still asks for you. How have you been?"
"Been great," I said, "I'm just working hard and playing hard. So Cal is awesome. I have no complaints. I'm back to visit my folks for the week. And you?"
"Good, real good... I guess you heard I got divorced... but that is behind me now.... Tyler is ok with it. He misses his dad, which is natural... but, otherwise, all is well. You look really buff. Been working out?"
"Just the bike and a healthy diet," I replied.
"Well, since you are here, I need a 'buff' man to help me move a couch. Would you, please?" she asked, her irresistible smile asking for help. I was a sucker for her and could never turn her down.
"Sure," I replied as we walked through the gate and up the driveway to her house. Well, it was more than a house, actually, it was borderline mansion. All the houses in the neighborhood were of that ilk. She led me to the family room and pointed to the couch in front of the window, "That one over there," she said motioning to the leather one. I need to move it to the library. She struggled to hold up her end and somehow we managed to carry it across the house without denting a wall.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink," she said. I waited surveying the mahogany built in book cases, wood paneled walls, the large desk and club decor of the room. I noticed she still had 'that book' high up on the corner of the bookcase. I had found it late one night when I was sitting for Tyler and he was asleep. I was surprised she owned it. Never did I imagine a savvy woman like her would have one. Pleasant reading I thought to myself, the salacious instructions of the manual, which gave me the vivid thoughts I had of her performing the acts as I read about them. It all fondly came back to me.
She came back a few minutes later, drink in hand, "You changed clothes?" I asked.
"You noticed. How sweet of you.. do you like it? Its new," she said as she spun around showing me the dress.
"Very nice...," I told her.
"Not overtly sexy?" she asked a bit concerned.
"Oh no, its sexy alright, but subtly."
"Your cellphone, does it have a camera? Take some pictures. I want to see how I look." I obliged her request as she posed in a variety of positions. We reviewed the pictures together, laughing at the ones in which she over exaggerated her poses.
"I bought another one... I'll be right back," she said as she eagerly trotted off.
She returned moments later, this dress better than the other- a black ballgown with a plunging neckline and back, a slit up the left leg and matching spike heels.
"Wow, Mrs. Cross, very nice..." I told her as I nodded my head in affirmation.
"Oh, stop that 'Mrs. Cross' stuff... you should call me Hannah."
"Well, ok... Hannah.... Its just that I always called you, well, you know..."
"Its different now... we are both adults and only twelve years apart... and by the way, you turned out to be quite a handsome one.... Come on now, use that camera again." She posed for more pictures, each one hotter than the other.
"I'll be right back, one more outfit to show you, but I don't want to hold you up all day..." 'Oh, no problem', I thought to myself marveling at her sweet round booty ass thinking how I would like to caress it.... She was such an innocent person. I wondered if she even suspected my lust.
