Somewhere in suburban North America, circa mid-1990's...
I leaned on the 4ft wooden fence that surrounded what passed for a front yard to my condo. I was watching the sun set while sipping on a beer in a tall pint glass and enjoying a mild pot buzz. I had only been home for a few minutes, so I was still in my work clothes and stank of grease and oil mixed with skunky marijuana smoke.
I nodded to an older couple passing by who nodded in return, yet eyed me as if to say, "Have we seen you before, young man? Do you really live here?" and I thought back, "why yes I do... kind of... my mother owns this luxurious residence, and is my landlord."
I sipped my beer again and was contemplating a shower when another walker came around the corner of the building across the street. I recognized her immediately since I had known her for years. She was fifty-ish, five foot five-ish and medium build-ish. She had an ample bosom floating over a typical suburban mom belly, which she had earned carrying and giving birth to three boys whom I had known since childhood. Her legs were tan like the rest of her, but much more muscled than the top half of her body. Her face was a mixture of attractive Anglo-Italian features.
She wore a baggy corporate 4K walk event t-shirt, brown mom shorts that came down to her knees, and a pair of white Nike sneakers. Her medium length wavy brown hair was tied up in a bun. She waved and smiled when she saw me and began to head my way. She was slick with sweat, since it was midsummer, and she looked great despite - or perhaps due to - wearing no make up. Her baggy t-shirt did little to hide the fact she was bra-less, and I felt my jeans tighten in the crotch while her ample breasts jiggled as she approached. The tightening subsided a bit when I reminded myself I was checking out my friend's mom whom I had known since I was 10.
"Long time no see, Kate!" I called out when she was halfway across the parking lot.
"Hi Jason! I know right?! Your mom told me you would be moving in here, but she didn't say when." She replied merrily.
"I was just waiting for her former tenants to clean up the place and move out. I've been here for about a week now."
"And you didn't come by to visit?"
"Well, I've been working like 60 hours a week, plus moving in stages. I just haven't had time."
She had reached the other side of the fence and was smiling at me with her hands on her hips. "Mmm hmm..." she replied and met my eyes in a way that made me feel a little uncomfortable, yet aroused at the same time.
I stammered, "Well, yeah... I was, uh... well, I'm pretty much unpacked now and settled in. I was about to shower and watch a movie."
Without breaking eye contact she said, "Shower and a movie sounds great. Want company?"
There was a second of awkward silence, then we broke out laughing.
"Company for the movie!" she clarified when we had settled down a bit.
"Sure. Sounds great."
"Do you have a couple more of those?" she said nodding to my beer.
"I do, actually."
She took a sniff in my general direction and added, "Smells like you were up to more than a beer," and mimed puffing on a joint.
I laughed uncomfortably in reply and she said, "I'm icky from walking. I'll shower and change and be over in 30 minutes. Sound good?"
"Yeah. Sounds great."
We bid farewell for now and I went in to shower.
As it turned out, it was more like an hour before she returned and near dark. I had been watching Seinfeld reruns and contemplating the situation. I had socialized with Kate many many times, but it was always with other people. Our families were friends, and often there was a group of us grilling in the yard or drinking coffee around the kitchen table on cold winter evenings.
This was totally different and I wondered if Kate had something intimate in mind, or if she just wanted to be social and catch up. She had moved into these condos a year and a half ago after divorcing her second husband, Bill, and it was just her and her youngest son, Todd, who was 15. According to my Mom (gossiper that she is) Kate hadn't done much dating. I wondered if she was lonely.
I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on the screen door which led into the kitchen. I got up and let Kate in and a few pieces of my puzzle fell into place. She was wearing makeup now (and I don't mean "around the house" makeup. I mean "date" makeup) and her hair was down. The baggy team-building shirt was replaced by a rather tight maroon tank-top which revealed a tantalizing amount of cleavage, and a bra was still MIA. Soon after stepping in from the summer night heat into the air conditioning, her nipples began to press against the fabric of her tank top. The mom shorts had also given way to a pair of jeans shorts that revealed more of her tan and muscled walker's legs. The Nike's had been replaced with flip-flops and her toenails were painted bright red.
I involuntarily looked her up and down and she eyed me with a gratified expression.
"So what are we watching?" She asked as she entered.
Your exquisite middle aged body
was almost my reply. And I was certainly thinking of the 30+ years of sexual experience that went along with it.
"Oh, I don't know," I replied instead as I poured a beer and handed it to her. "What are you in the mood for?"
She sipped her beer and answered, "Ooh! I know! Antonio Banderas has a new movie out on video. I just love that Antonio Banderas"
I nodded, "Yup. Desperado. I picked it up a couple days ago." I smiled knowingly over my beer and continued, "Has Salma Hyak in it, too. I just
love
that Salma Hyak."
She laughed in response and eyed me as she tipped her beer glass.
Kate sat on my couch, which was along the wall. I sat perpendicular to her in my chair facing the TV. We drank and chatted through the first half of the movie. One beer turned into two and we even smoked a bowl, to my utter shock. Getting drunk and baked with my friend's mom. What a world. It was getting close to the love scene and there was an intimate dynamic forming between us. The conversation was neutral; job, family, mutual friends, her divorce last year... but through all that, I had been drinking her in visually. Watching her face and especially her lips. I observed her tanned and freckled upper arms, which were more toned than the last time I had seen her. Kate had been working out. My eyes would wander to her ample chest, and strong sun-kissed legs.
She had been doing the same. Her eyes had wandered over me all evening, especially when I was doing the talking. At one point I had been telling a story and I pulled my shirt up to scratch my belly. Some women might find that unattractive, but Kate's eyes were firmly latched on my flat, young man's stomach.
By the time the love scene came, she was at the end of the couch closest to me. We had hit a lull in the conversation and she turned to look at the TV. We watched the first few seconds of the scene in awkward silence. Then she turned to me with a big smile on her face.
"You know what, this reminds me of a funny story. I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, so keep it between us. So, by the time I had married Bill, I wasn't a naive kid wanting an innocent storybook wedding any more. I was in my late thirties, and there were reasons other than my cooking Bill was into me."
I had zoned out on the scene and become very aroused. She snapped me out of my haze and I replied, "Uh huh. Oh yeah? What do you mean?" I took a pull from my beer.
Her cheeks had blushed and she said, "I gave him a hand job under the table at our reception."
