Last week something happened that I had only dreamed of before. It started out as a normal weekend, but by Sunday, I would come to realize the true beauty of an older woman.
I like to consider myself a "normal" guy. I get laid as often as possible, and I am 100% sexual. Girls my age are beautiful, and their young hard bodies are hard to give up.
But there's just something different about a woman who's pushing 30. A woman whose body doesn't look like it's been in every porno. An older woman has something about her and that something is truly amazing.
My next door neighbor happens to be one of these beautiful older women. She and I developed a strong friendship after her husband left her.
My neighbor, Tanya, was 6', with dirty blonde hair, and extremely beautiful legs. She was 28, which made her about 10 years older than I am. And oh my god, her chest!! I can recall many nights when I laid in my bed dreaming of just sucking her nipples. Her body was amazing. A nice round ass that just begged to be squeezed. What was her husband thinking?
The court decided that their kids would be better off with him since his job paid extremely well. She tried as often as possible not to break down and cry, but sometimes it was all I could do to offer her a shoulder to cry on. We rented movies and went out on our little "dates" quite often. She seemed to be happy just to have someone.
On this particular Friday, we did the usual--a few beers, pizza, and a sappy movie. She invited me to come over and swim the next day, and me being the young stud that I am, quickly responded with an "Oh most definitely." I never turn down the opportunity to show off my body. I showed up at her house around noon on Saturday and let myself in, as I usually do. She came out of the bathroom in her modest yet sexy two-piece. This is what happened from there:
"I have a little problem..." she started.
Looking over her body, "Not from where I'm standing" I thought to myself.
She explained, "I haven't shaved my bikini line in quite a while, well, ever since the divorce. I never have been too good with razors, so I..."
I interrupted her before she could finish. "I'm great with razors!" I blurted out, noticing the light brown hair coming out from the sides of her bikini line.
"Well, I don't know..."
"If you start to feel uncomfortable, I'll stop," I assured her.
"Oh what the hell. Just promise you won't cut me!" With that, she went to the bathroom to get the razor and shaving cream. I suggested a towel and a bowl of water to rinse the razor in. She came back, hands full.
"Where should we do this"? she asked.
"The bed is probably the best place. It allows more access," I said, trying not to sound too suggestive.
"Then the bed it is," she said and headed for her room.
"It will be easier for me if you lay down and spread your legs," I explained.
