~Adam~
Adam started working at the age of 14, first in a family friend's landscape business, mowing lawns, edging, pulling weeds. You name it, he did it. At 16 he got a job at a local fancy restaurant, busing tables, washing dishes, pretty much doing whatever was needed. The owners were impressed with his strong work ethic and competence. So impressed in fact, they promoted him through the ranks quickly, putting him in charge of much older, more experienced people, who of course complained. Somehow he won them over and got them to do their jobs.
He was tall and athletic, about six feet tall, one hundred and seventy pounds... above average. His light brown stylishly tousled hair was faded close on the sides and back and allowed to grow slightly longer on top.
He'd made good grades and played soccer in high school. He was smart and fit. He was also a good-looking kid, but he'd been a late bloomer and was too shy to talk to girls. Not that he didn't like them... he just didn't know how to talk to them. Instead, he focused on getting good grades, helping his mom with his little brother and sister and making money to help with the bills. He hated seeing his mother stressed out.
Adam's father left a few weeks before his 14th birthday and he'd had to become the man of the house. He'd felt it his responsibility to help his mother make ends meet, so he got work whenever and wherever he could.
When he turned 18, the restaurant owners promoted him yet again. They had several other successful business ventures and decided to send him to their corporate office. They wanted to train him and give him the experience he needed to manage their special projects. They were so impressed by him, they were also willing to pay for his college, as long as he took night classes.
It was his first time working in an office. He had a decent sized cubicle on the ground floor of a three-story building. He had no idea what any of the other businesses in the building did. He was curious but too shy to ask.
He'd been there for maybe a month when he met her. She handled basic logistics for an office on the building's third floor.
He was rushing out to lunch and pushed open the main lobby door just as she was pulling it open from the other side. The expected resistance wasn't there when she pulled on the handle, and the unexpected impetus sent her stumbling backwards on wobbly legs.
Adam saw what happened and leaped forward to catch her just as her body lost its fight for balance. He wrapped his arms around her, just as she was about to topple onto her side on the concrete walkway. He had an arm around shoulders and another around her waist clutching something soft and intimately female.
She was facing to his right and when he felt something harden in his hand he knew his hand wasn't on her belly. He had a surprisingly large soft breast in his right hand. It was so soft and malleable that he couldn't tell it was her breast until he felt her nipple harden against his palm.
He carefully lifted her and set her on her feet, she weighed next to nothing. His face was flaming red with embarrassment at where his hand had landed. Just as he was about to snatch it away, her tiny twisted arthritic hands reached up and held it there. He could feel her heart fluttering wildly in her chest like caged bird under his hand.
"Are you alright, grandma?" Adam asked, once he'd set her carefully back on her feet, his hand loosening its grip on her large soft breast.
"I'll be fine honey, I just need to catch my breath," she said quaveringly in a high gravelly voice.
Her attitude changed all of a sudden, from sweet and grandmotherly to angry and shrewish.
"What's the damn hurry, young man?" she graveled hoarsely, still holding his hand against her. "I could've broken a hip, you know."
Adam gently tried to draw his hand away but the old lady held onto it, keeping it in place.
He couldn't help himself, he squeezed it lightly. He'd never touched a woman's breast before. He could feel her nipple harden against his palm. He felt himself begin to swell.
He looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time since throwing open the door. She was OLD and tiny, maybe an inch under five feet, and her back was hunched with age. She seemed frail, though he could tell from having held her so tight that there was strength in the old woman yet.
She wore a loose yellow buttoned blouse tucked into a pair of jean pants, a size too large, pulled high up her waist. Her combed not quite shoulder-length shiny silver hair was parted to the side and held in place by a hairpin decorated with a small yellow plastic flower. It should've looked out of place on the old lady but it didn't. Such a small thing but it made her a look sweet, wholesome and grandmotherly.
She had soft cornflower blue eyes, unclouded and clear, magnified by a pair of thick horn-rim glasses decades out of style. The wrinkles at the outer corners of her eyes and below her wide mouth were thin and deep, and the lined skin of her cheeks and forehead was soft and pale, with the occasional darker age spot. Her skin seemed paper thin but looked surprisingly soft, as did the skin of her upper chest. He instantly quelled the sudden urge to reach out with his other hand to feel how soft the old lady's skin really was.
The old woman continued to press his hand against her soft flesh then pushed and prodded him until he stood next to her with his arm around her back and leaned on him as she forced him to walk her to the front entrance. The loose-fitting blouse and her forward-hunched posture concealed a pair of very large breasts that drooped nearly down to her waist. They were both long and full.
"Would you mind giving me a hand to my office, young man?" the mysterious old woman asked him, not giving him a chance to reply.
He nodded dumbly. His entire being was laser-focused on the hand holding the old woman's large soft breast. It felt hot and heavy and filled his hand like nothing else he had ever experienced. His heart felt as if it was ready to burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard and fast, and his knees felt weak and wobbly.
He tried twisting and turning in an attempt to hide the enormous tent his erection had created in his new black work slacks. They were thin and loose-fitting, meant to be worn in warm weather, but were at this moment bulging obscenely.
The old woman glanced down at his tented pants as they walked, pausing briefly in her endless dialogue to cackle in mirth but didn't comment about it. She was too busy talking and talking and talking... one thought leading to another in a seemingly unending chain.
"You know, if I'd fallen I would've broken a hip for sure. My uncle Vinny broke his hip when I was a girl. He was my mother's brother. I remember he had a black car. MY car keeps breaking down and I don't know why. I hate driving. Sometimes I have a hard time driving between the lines," she said, pausing to take a breath.
She continued to hold his hand firmly on her breast as she climbed the stairs, bracing herself against him instead of using the hand rail. The nearest thing with which he could compare the feel of that breast was cupping a filled water balloon from beneath while holding it by the knot. It was soft, squishy and heavy.
"I like to take the stairs. I work two floors up so I always take the stairs. It's good exercise," she said breathlessly then stopped talking, the exertion from climbing two flights of stairs drove her to silence.
Adam stayed hard the whole time. He couldn't control his body's reaction to the feel of the old woman's heavy breast in his hand. He found the whole situation erotic and surreal. He usually masturbated every night before bed, one of his daily rituals. He knew he'd be reliving this experience for nights to come.
They eventually reached the third floor and the old lady, still continuously talking, led him through a long hallway to a little cubicle tucked out of the way in a large office. It was far from any other walled office or cubicle. It almost seemed as if she'd been isolated on purpose.
Thankfully, everyone in the building was out to lunch and wouldn't see his humiliating boner.
"Thank you so much for walking me to my office, young man," the old lady said, smiling broadly at him. He noticed a lower tooth on the left side of her jaw was missing and the tooth next to the gap was larger than the others and angled outward.
