As I sat waiting for the bank officer to help me with my PIN, I heard her voice, first.
"Do, now I have to wait over there?" she demanded. "I don't have all day, you know."
The voice was strong, deep and angry, and I looked up expecting some huge Matronly type. What I found was a blonde in her sixties, full-figured but not fat, probably 38DD, in slacks and a white pull-over blouse with plunging neckline. She had a hardness about her, but a sexiness, too.
Being on vacation and in a mall in Florida, I had no immediate plans on this Monday morning, and figured I'd be nice and let her go first.
As soon as our eyes met, I felt her glare as she said, "Oh, you're waiting, too? Great, and they only have one person working here?"
I smiled and shrugged, trying to convey our joint problem, and said, "I may be a while too, so why don't you go before me. I'm sure you have better things to do."
She seemed stunned that I was being nice, and she began to smile. Her green eyes twinkled behind just enough mascara and full false eyelashes, giving her that bedroom look.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just hate waiting. Sorry if I came across like a bitch. It's okay, you can go first. I'm sure you have things to do, too."
I told her that I was on vacation and had no plans until later in the day.
"Vacation, huh? Where are you from?"
I told her New York, and that I was visiting my brother for the week. He was at work now.
"Well, a young guy like you should head over to the beach: that's where the girls are."
"I don't think my wife would appreciate that," I replied.
"Oh, she's with you?" she asked, looking around.
"No, she's back in New York."
"Then, there's no harm in looking, right?" she asked with a sexy smile. "And, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
"No, and I certainly like to look." I could see from her well-tanned busom that she was a sun-person and commented on it. "Is that where you go?"
She smiled, and her eyes followed mine to her breasts. "I usually stay by the community pool. I don't want to scare the youngsters."
"Well, maybe I should try there. I'm not really into the young airheads."
She laughed. "But, if you're just looking..."
I smiled back. "Like you said, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
She gently punched my arm. "You bad boy!"
The bank officer asked who was next. "Please, go ahead," I told my new friend."
"Are you sure?" When I nodded, she winked and said, "Thanks. Enjoy your vacation, okay?"
I watched her walk away and she looked back, catching me still staring.
At thirty-six, and married, I shouldn't have been having such thoughts, but there was something about how she carried herself, with strength but softness, and I wondered how those tits would look unleashed.
My day-dreaming was interrupted when another employee came back from break, and took me while my friend was being serviced. It didn't take long to correct my PIN and I was at the ATM withdrawing cash when the blonde was leaving.
"So, you were faster than me after all," she said as I pocketed my money.
"Yeah, I guess I got lucky."
"Well, if you head to the beach now, maybe your luck will continue," she smiled, fluttering her lashes as she did.
"I'm more a pool man myself. Is your pool open to the public?"
She shook her head." It's for tenants of the complex and their guests."
"Oh, too bad..."
"But, if you're really interested," she said, "You're welcome to be my guest. It's the least I can do to repay you."
"Really? it wouldn't be any bother?"
"No, as a matter of fact, that's where I'm headed after I change. It's nothing fancy, but it's cool and there's no sand to get in your suit!"
"I was going to head to the beach, so I have my swimsuit on now," I told her.
"Then, follow me. Oh, by the way, I'm Jessie."
"Nice to meet you, Jessie, I'm Harry."
As I drove, I thought, she's just being nice to you, Harry. Don't get your hopes up, but my little friend had different ideas. He was already beginning to perk up.
She drove a late-model Caddy and waved me in my rented Hyundai into a spot near hers. "The pool's around that building, Harry. I'll be down in just a minute. If anyone asks, tell them you're a guest of Mrs. Braun."
MRS Braun, I thought, and even my little friend had to agree there was no future here, but I might as well enjoy the facilities.
In ten minutes, she was back, wearing big sunglasses and a floppy hat, with a floral wrap concealing her swimsuit, carrying a straw bag.
"I see we have the pool to ourselves today," she smiled, siting on the lounger beside me. "Most of the tenants are old... I mean even older than me!" she laughed, "so they don't come into the sun much." She stood and let the wrap fall to the floor and stepped out of the platform sandals she wore. She looked terrific! It was a black on-piece with white trim, and her breasts were flowing over the top.