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Chapter 1: Grace
"My God! What an ass on that woman!" I thought as I looked out from my patio. Although Grace Archer must be well past forty, her figure didn't show it. Or rather, it did. She was plump in all the right places! I had been watching my sexy new neighbor leave the house in her skimpy nurses' uniforms since she moved next door a few week ago. It seldom failed to sent me off to work horny or back to my room for some relief. On weekends I had seen her in frilly, translucent blouses that made it impossible not to stare. And the mini skirts she wore -- a little trashy, but damn they were hot! I couldn't keep from looking at her beautiful ass. I got a hard on almost anytime I caught a glimpse of her.
Right now I was guiltily watching her hang out her laundry: lacy bras and high french-cut panties, not the sorts of things that most middle-aged women wore. This morning she had on a pair of tight pink short shorts and a bright yellow halter I hadn't seen before. The halter displayed her full breasts and the shorts hugged her tight round ass in a way that stiffened my prick as usual. No doubt about it, Mrs. Archer was one hell of a stacked woman.
Suddenly, to my embarrassment, she noticed my eyes on her and blew me a kiss before wiggling her hips back into her house. The rest of the week I had the impression she knew I was watching and that she was deliberately putting on a show for me. Although embarrassed at my attraction to this sexy older woman, I couldn't get her out of my mind.
When Friday night rolled I was alone, Sarah, my girlfriend insisting that seeing each other once a week was enough. I had a few beers and turned in early. That night I dreamed about her. I saw Grace standing by my bed in a short black dress rubbing her tits and touching herself between her legs. I tried to get up to make her go away, but I seemed paralyzed. Then, very deliberately, she let the dress fall away. She was naked except for panties and heels. Grinning, she slipped out of them and into bed with me, offering me one of her luscious breasts.
I didn't remember much else, but when I awoke very late Saturday morning, I could see I must have had a Hell of a wet dream. The bed was a mess and I felt totally drained as if I had come several times in my sleep. I tried to put the strange dream out of my mind, but it seemed always to be there.
I set about straightening the house, doing the laundry and catching up on business and tried to think about my date that night with Sarah. It was annoying not to be able to get this sexy older woman out of my mind. Even to compare the two was ridiculous. My fiancee was slim and pretty, a lawyer who did work for my firm occasionally. We were obviously right for each other. Sara was sensible and orderly and was going to be a perfect wife. We would have sex once a week on Friday night -- lights out. She would decide when the best time was for each of our exactly two children to be born. I had given up on getting her to go out for a romantic evening or a night of dancing. at 25, she was too old for that. Sara was sweet and oh so sensible, but I couldn't shake the raw sexuality Mrs. Archer exuded.
Later, just as I was about to leave to pick up Sarah for our date at the opera, I heard a knock on my door. To my dismay, I found a grinning Grace Archer there with a big plate of stuffed jalapeno peppers, ready for a "neighborly visit." Considering my uncomfortable attraction to her, I was not eager to let her in. Besides, I really didn't have time for her right then. Still, I found with the memory of that dream still on my mind and I couldn't close the door on her.
She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a too-tight hug as she sashayed in, looking around as if she were going to buy the place. Planting herself on my couch, she began downing the stuffed peppers, talking a mile a minute. I sat as far away as possible on the love seat across the room hoping I could get rid of her as soon as possible.
Nevertheless, I couldn't ignore her display of cleavage while we talked. Soon I realized she had her skirt hiked up as well, and I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't keep from looking up her skirt, or into her blouse. The more I looked, the more difficult it became to follow what she was saying. I was getting so horny just looking at this woman I couldn't think about anything except wanting to play with those titties and run my hand up under her dress.
Attempting to defuse the situation, I offered her some tea. "Don't you have any beer? Dos Equis would be fine." she grinned. I didn't have beer of course, of course, Sarah didn't approve of me drinking beer, but against my better judgement, I produced a couple of scotches. "How about another slug and some more ice for this, honey?" she grinned as I was about to sit down again.
When I returned from the kitchen, Grace was parked on the love seat, my drink was sitting on the end table. I could hardly take it back to the couch without being obviously rude, so I wedged myself into the little space Grace had left. This left me pressed against a large, soft and very sexy woman.
As we sipped our drinks, I began to realize what a big mistake it had been, letting Grace into my house, and worse, to let alcohol cloud my judgement. I supposed it was my excitement, but the drink hit me hard! I tried to make small talk, but I was having increasing trouble concentrating on anything but Grace.
Suddenly she broke off, smiled at me, and said, "Do you like my breasts, David?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, don't be shy, she coaxed. "You know what I mean. You have been drooling at my titties for a half hour, boy. It's kind of cute the way you glance away occasionally, trying not to look, but your eyes keep being dragged back. I have to conclude you enjoy looking at women's boobs."
"Please forgive me, Mrs. Archer," I began. It's just that ..."
