It seems that I have always appreciated older women more than others my age. It's something about the voluptuous look and manners that's a real head turner for me. From a young age, I was taught to respect women. I was raised mostly by my mother after dad died, and she instilled a sense of respect for women in me. That said, I guess it's not too big of a stretch to understand why I tend to notice and pay attention to older women. Most of my life I've dated and even married women older than me. The ages seemed to vary depending on their personalities, but for the most part it was in the 5 to 10 years older range. I'll admit that as I've aged the age difference that seems to attract me is getting farther apart from my actual age. Being almost 48, it seems that I really love the looks of 55 plus year old women.
Guess that's why it's no surprise that the new neighbor, at 59, really started my imagination reeling. She has a firm, sexy body that just seems to yearn for a tender touch. See, I'm not one of these guys that like to take care of myself and leave a lady frustrated. Rather, I like to take my time to make her feel appreciated, understood, and pleased to the limit. I could spend an hour or more just softly caressing her shoulders, sides, and back where her bra strap had been all day. Not even getting to the front of her breasts, just relieving the tension from the bra. Tracing slow circles on the top of her shoulders and neck... but let me slow down a bit. Taylor, my neighbor, moved in about a year ago. She loves to work in the yard; always looking so sexy in her shorts, sports bra, and tight shirt. I have watched her for hours every week just hoping to get a glance at her in a compromising position. She sure doesn't mind wearing tight shirts and seems to enjoy when I stop over to say hi... and silently drool over her sexual body. She definitely would qualify as a MILF, and would make more than one or two women in the "over 55" men's magazines jealous.
The real part of this story starts when she wanted to borrow a tool for working in her yard. She came over with just a little sweat across her chest, yes I noticed, and plenty of dirt on her hands. I told her she could borrow anything I had, I know it was a little suggestive, but she really trips my trigger if you know what I mean. I asked her in the house for a minute while I got my boots on to go outside. She walked to the sink and started washing her hands. Just watching her tight ass glide across the kitchen had me hard in a flash.
We continued to chat as she washed her hands, and somehow she started telling about a quote she got for some work around her house. She said the guy was a little rude, even using the word "Fuck" while talking to her for the first time. That kind of surprised me, not that the guy did it, but her sharing the experience. Then I was really floored when she told me she actually like the word, just not hearing it from him.
At this point I didn't know if she was testing or teasing. I thought, now or never, so I moved up behind her so she could just feel I was there. I started drawing light circles around her exposed shoulders and whispered in her ear "Would you like for me to use that word?"
She pushed her ass back against the bulge in my pants and kind of moaned as I continued to rub her shoulders. The smell of her hair mixed with her light perspiration was intoxicating. My hands kept moving, slowly and with slight pressure across her shoulders and down her neck line a bit. At this point she was applying pressure on my hard cock with her ass. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I loved every minute of it. I proceeded to slide my hands down her arms then under them to rub her sides, just touching the edges of her breasts. Looking over her shoulder, I could see her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them and trust me, I had looked plenty.
By now my mouth was kissing the side of her neck as I slid my hands up and cupped both breasts in my hands. The feeling was more than I could have ever expected. They were so firm, yet so soft feeling. I made sure not to touch the nipples yet, but just squeezed a little then released. I did this for at least three or four minutes before I just had to feel her nipples.
Now, we worked on each other, me on her neck with my mouth and hands on her breasts and she pushing harder back into my cock. Her nipples were pushing the shirt out and I just softly rubbed them; I didn't want to twist or pull too hard and break the spell we were under. As I lowered my hands to move under her shirt she squirmed a bit and was now facing me.
