Frisky Old Bird Next Door
I've always had a thing for mature women. My first two sexual experiences were with much older women when I was fresh out of high school. And though I've dated mostly women in my age group, even marrying a woman seven years my junior, I'm forever turned on by good looking mature women and would hit one every chance I get, but had eased up a bit over the years, especially now that I am thirty-eight and happily married.
Eunice was one such woman. After the death of her husband she had lived alone for one year until two years ago at the insistence of her daughter and son-in-law had moved in next door with them and her two grand-kids.
She was a short, petite brown skinned woman with just a hint of old age chubbiness rounding out her shapely body. She had medium sized boobs that appeared to be keeping up well against gravity. I know, because she would, from time to time, go bra-less while tending to the garden or doing little chores around the yard.
She was one of those people whose age was indeterminable to casual observers and I was surprised when I learned from my wife a year ago that she was actually sixty-four. We'd been guessing early to mid-fifties. The only little giveaway was her almost entirely grey hair which she kept in a low cut afro that seemed to be always sprayed with oil sheen.
She jogged regularly and I enjoyed the sight of her nicely rounded ass bouncing in her close fitting exercise shorts or track trousers when she trotted back home in the early mornings or late afternoons. She was very active, forever flittering here and there like a frisky lamb. And that was what I called her in my mind - Frisky.
From day one I'd been struck by her simmering sexuality which she seemed to be struggling to restrain, but managed to keep my interest hidden and under control. She was a pleasant, good natured and jovial person and we got along well.
About a year ago it became obvious to me that she was subtly flirting with me and enjoying it - not with any definite intention, It seemed - more like that of a person playing little mischievous games just to fight boredom and feel alive, so I indulged her, enjoying as well, the little back and forth teasing and raunchy jokes and remarks we exchanged whenever we were alone in the yard or were out of the hearing of our families. I even started calling her Frisky which amused her. However, I eventually decided that I was going to take it to another level - the ultimate level, and put myself in stand-by mode, my eyes and senses open and waiting for the right signal and opportunity.
A month or so after deciding to fuck her if I saw signs that she was willing and ready to go that way, I returned home unexpectedly one morning about three hours after leaving for work. My car had developed a problem and I'd taken it to the mechanic who promised to have it ready for me later in the afternoon and decided to call it a day as far as work was concerned. After calling in and giving instructions to my immediate subordinate - I'm the head of my department at work, I took a taxi home.
Eunice was in the shade tending to her flower plants that were on the side with my house, the sun having already drifted over to the other side. As I stood in front of the door going into my pocket for my key I called out to her.
"Hi Frisky, making use of the shade I see, guess you don't want the sun making you hotter than you already are. Might bring too much unwanted attention eh?" I said in my usual teasing manner that she'd become used to and obviously enjoyed.
She laughed heartily then said. "Ozzie baby, at my age attention is so scarce not much of it is deemed unwanted. Had I known you'd be returning home at this time I'd have been on the other side soaking up all that sun so I could be nice and hot for your eyes" She laughed again, her light brown eyes sparkling, her full pouty lips breaking apart to reveal neat white teeth.
"Frisky, you're always hot to my eyes, from the first day you were revealed to them. Day or night I can see the fire burning in you." I exclaimed.
"There you go flattering this old girl again, can't say I don't enjoy it though" she said and shyly looked away to the plant in front of her.
I let my eyes roam her attractive mature body. She was wearing a pale blue, almost white, armless cotton shift that stopped a few inches above her knees and had buttons all down the front, a couple of which were loose at the top, enough to show cleavage and a glimpse of creamy bra-less boobs. Another couple was loose at the bottom allowing my eyes, with the help of the present heavy wind, a look at smooth inviting thighs.
"Damn!" I shouted out loud, startling her. I realized that I'd left my entire bunch of keys with the mechanic, and was effectively locked out.
Concern on her face, she asked me what was wrong. I explained the situation to her.
"Well, you have three options; you could call a taxi and go get your keys. You could break into your own home or you can come around to mine, have lunch or a drink and talk away the hours with your old lady friend until it's time to go get your car" she placed her hands on her hips and looked me in the eyes, a slight, teasing smile on her heart shaped brown face.
I took in the pleasing sight of her standing there looking everything like an invitation to fuck and just knew that the moment had finally come. The time was right and she looked ripe and ready, save for a little persuasion and smooth play. Everything had casually and unexpectedly fallen into place.
"I've always wanted to spend some quality time with you my friend, talking over the fence doesn't lend much to bonding" I said, smiling.
"Well, come around, the gate is not locked" she said softly and briefly glancing down at her dress, quickly turned around and hurried off in the direction of her door.
Through the thin pale cotton I could make out the colour and outline of the panties that hugged her ass. It was lime green and didn't look anything like granny panties.
"Mind if I just hop over the fence instead of going all the way round?" I called out.
She stopped and once again looked down the front of her dress and I realized she had wanted to get into the house while I was coming around so she could change into something less revealing.
