Andrea came over to drop something off for my mother. I was in the shower when she came and enjoying the stimulation of my hand on my dick was annoyed when the doorbell rang but still I answered. She'd called earlier for my mother and I'd told her I would be home to accept the package so even though it felt great with my hand I was obliged to answer the doorbell to keep face.
A towel about my waist, dripping wet I opened door. The breeze from outside felt good on my skin. Goose pimple rippled across my chest.
Andrea smiled. In her forties she was still a beautiful woman. She wore her hair in a ponytail like a young girl. No wrinkles present in her face had light caramel skin. Her eyes were deep brown. Her face possessed the fat often awarded with age but it was more a blessing than a cure. It gave her body a fullness that I liked. It was a fullness that made her skin soft to the touch. At five six she was slim. Nice breasts, impressive butt and a shapely figure I was always amazed she'd never married.
"Mind if I come in," she said. "I don't think you want all the world seeing your business."
I stepped back, smiling sheepishly.
"I guess I caught you at a bad time."
"Kind of." I said closing the door.
She put the brown package in her hand on the table. "I didn't know you worked out." She moved closer to me, taking the bicep of my right hand in hers and squeezing. "Strong hands for a strong boy."
She was close to me, really close. So close I could feel her breath on my chest. She placed a hand on my chest and ran it down, the middle, around my navel and down the towel.
It slipped off.
"Quiet big aren't we." She said taking my dick in hand, squeezing it.
"Andrea…."
