I had gone through a phase in my life where exercise and diet were important. I paid attention to what I ate. I actually attended a nutrition class to learn to eat healthier.
I would exercise daily by either swimming laps at the local YMCA, walking, riding my bike or even running. Often, I would do more than one type of exercise in a day's time.
In a matter of 6 months, I had lost about 50 pounds. I was very proud of myself. I was feeling much better and was able to do much more. I had even started playing tennis again after 20 years.
While walking in the neighborhood, I would come across a lady doing her daily walk also. She caught my eye and I looked forward to seeing her on my route. I would see other people doing the same, but this lady really "caught my eye". She had a nice matured figure and a pretty smile. We would exchange pleasantries and eventually got to having short conversations. I quickly learned her name was Jesse.
Ms. Jesse and I became friends. I slowly learned more about her. I learned she lived two streets down from me. She was married and her husband was ill. She was walking to get better control of her health.
I had introduced her to participating in local 5K events. It was nice to see her participating and having the satisfaction of completing an event.
A few months had passed and I hadn't seen Ms. Jesse walking. One day I saw her sitting on her swing in the front yard, so I stopped to visit. It was then I learned her husband had passed away. She invited me inside for a glass of water. We sat and talked a while then I told her I better get back to my walk and hoped to see her again soon.
When I left her house, I just couldn't stop thinking of Ms. Jesse. She was such a sweet lady. I was able to look at her figure in a different setting and I noticed how attractive she really was. She may have been 5'1" at the most.
One thing that really caught my eye was her breasts. They were a little more than average in size, but something just intrigued me. I guess it was the way her bra pushed her breasts together and made her cleavage pop out. I am not sure why, but I was really focused on that part of her. Ms. Jesse had a nice rounded mid-section. Her back side was nicely rounded as well. To top it all off, she had pretty salt and pepper hair. She was very appealing and interesting. She looked like your typical south Louisiana 75-year-old grandmother.
Often as I would walk by her house, Ms. Jesse would be sitting on her swing. Sometimes I would stop for a short chat and sometimes she would invite me in. It was a nice break in my walk, but it was nice to visit. Sometimes I would walk more than my usually 4 miles just to get to see her outside. Eventually, it was common to hug her and kiss her on the cheek.
One day during my walk, Ms. Jesse was on her swing so I stopped for my usual visit. The visits had become a daily part of my walks. She invited me inside and we had a glass of tea. When it was time to leave, I stood up and hugged Ms. Jesse and kissed her cheek. This time she surprised me and kissed my lips.
I was surprised to say the least, but it was a pleasant surprise. She invited me to have dinner with her the next evening. She was cooking one of my favorites, shrimp stew, and thought I would join her. I accepted the invitation and asked if I should bring anything. She told me just to bring my cheerful friendship.
I couldn't wait for the next day. It seemed time passed ever so slow. Finally, it was time for me to shower and get ready to go to Ms. Jesse for dinner.
When I arrived, Ms. Jesse looked so nice. It was obvious she was freshly showered and dressed nicely for a warm summer evening. The table was set and the smell of the home cooked meal filled the air. We sat down to eat then enjoyed a beer together while visiting. She then suggested we go to the living room to visit on the couch.
As we stood up, she took my hand and I followed her into the living room. We sat next to each other on the couch. It was nice to sit so comfortable with her in casual clothes instead of my usual exercise attire.
After about 30 minutes of visiting, Ms. Jesse excused herself to go to the bathroom. She was gone about 5 minutes and came back out in different clothes She had changed into a house dress. She excused herself and said she wanted to get a little more comfortable. As she sat back down on the couch, she sat a little closer to me this time. We continued talking and getting acquainted.
I was feeling brave and was thinking she was sending me signals, so I reached over to kiss her. I was a little surprised when she gave no resistance to kissing. The kissing quickly turned into passionate kissing. Before I knew it, Ms. Jesse was taking over the lead role and her hands started roaming my body.
My hands were feeling her legs as she moaned with approval. I wanted to feel her breasts, but was careful not to move too fast. The kissing was getting more passionate as the minutes passed. I felt brave and reached up inside her house dress. My hands went right up to her left breast and I felt how soft and full it was.
I gently caressed her left breast a while then tried to reach around to unhook her bra. I could not reach the hooks because of the house dress. She momentarily broke the kiss and offered to remove her house dress. She didn't wait for a response, but there was no way I was going to object.