Milly: The Fat Old Lady across the Hall Chapter 1
I had been watching her since I first moved into the apartment on the third floor of this old building. She was friendly and always said hello when ever we ran into each other in the hallway.
I had moved into this place the first part of the summer. And if you live in Virginia you'll know what I mean by humid sticky weather. This year was one of those short Springs that leap into 90 plus temperatures during the day and never goes below 70 something in the evening. No relief at all. As a result, people usually wore the bare minimum. Most of the time if I was home alone I just took off all my clothes.
Several times I noticed the old lady across the hall wore only a light cotton house dress without underwear. I could make out the outline of her aereola through the thin fabric. Milly, that was her name had 38 to 40 D cups. Also she sported thick nipples. She had an ample butt that swayed as she walked. Whenever I was able I would always watch her walk away from me admiring the heft of her fat ass.
Now you might find that repulsive. I never have. I used to fantasize about my high school best-friend's mother. She had a very classic Italian body with that fat, voluptuous feel.
Many was the time after talking with her I would excuse myself and go to her bathroom and jerk off sniffing her panties I had pulled from her hamper. God how many times did I do that?
I was very hot one evening, too hot to go out. So I drank a cold beer which made me drowsy causing me to fall asleep on my bed.
I was awoken by the buzz of my doorbell. You know one of those really irritating doorbell buzzers.