You were driving down the street with your mind a million miles away when I saw you. I hadn't seen you in probably 15 years. You used to come over to my place all the time with the other kids in my son's class. It seemed like we always had a dozen boys over after school. Now I am home alone most of the time. The kids are long since gone and my husband left shortly after. I knew you were still in town from the local gossip but I don't get out much so I hadn't run across you. I remember when you came over you were always so helpful. Here I am in the yard with this damn mower that won't start. It would be great if I could get some of your help now I was thinking as you honked and waved. I waved back and to my surprise you pulled over.
"Mrs. Meyer, How ARE you?" you asked in your polite manner I remember from so long ago.
"Kenny, we've known each other too long for you to be calling me Mrs. Meyer. Angie, please."
"Angie," you reply. "It has been so long. How are you? You look great!" From the look on your face I can see you are embarrassed to have said that. I know I look good for my age. When you boys all hung out here I saw you ogling me. I looked good then but 15 years later I am still turning heads. At almost 50 I still have the body of a young woman. I work hard to keep it that way. My tits never have begun to sag. They are as full and firm as they always were.
"I'm doing good. You look pretty good yourself." I couldn't help but smile as you shuffle your feet. Just like a shy young boy. "What are you up to?"
"I was just driving around checking out the old neighborhood when I saw you here. You having trouble with that mower?"
"As a matter of fact I am. Would you have time to take a look at it for me?"
"I have all day Mrs...Angie."
"I would be so grateful if you could get it going for me," I purred. I couldn't help myself. I gave you a very sexy smile and actually slid close enough to almost touch your ear. I saw the hair on the back of your neck rise in your excitement. "I'll run inside and make some lemonade. Come on in when you get it figured out."
I went inside and mixed up the drink. I heard you laughing and walking through the front door shortly after. "And just WHAT is so funny young man?" I asked as you stepped up to the kitchen sink to wash your hands.
You turned to look at me as you grabbed a towel for your hands. "You were just out of gas."
At that I too burst out laughing. I had been struggling with that stupid thing all morning. "Ok Smarty Pants. You got me on that one. Now sit down and have some of this," I said sliding the glass over to you. I turned to get another glass from the cupboard when I felt the sting of the towel across my ass. "KENNY!! What was THAT?!" I asked.
"Sorry, Angie. I couldn't resist. Being in this house just brings out the little boy in me I guess," you claimed with a sly grin on your face.