Not too long ago I was sitting catatonic at my computer and there was a knock on my door. I really didn't want to answer as I was thinking about nice titties but went to the door anyway. Opening the door I saw one of my neighbors with a nice smile on her face.
"Hi Kate. Nice to see you on this dreary day, you look very nice indeed." My eyes were focused on her nice pair which still seemed very fantastic considering the fact she was into her retirement years. I was guessing on the age seeing through the short dyed hair and the excess makeup on her face.
"I was wondering if you would like to come over and have a drink?" Sharon asked. "We haven't had a chance to get to know one another and we've been neighbors for a year. I think I'm going to like you and I hope you'll like me."
As I said Sharon was in her 60's (at least I think so) but looking at her body you'd never know. A little on the heavy side but certainly nothing that would turn you off, the extra pounds made her tits bigger. She had dark hair cut short (dyed), blue eyes, not too many wrinkles in the face. Her best assets were two very nice titties. Her top was cut low enough for me to be able to see 25% of her cleavage, which was pale milky white which accentuated the tiny blue veins. More than a handful, I gave them a good long stare and she could see that I was looking at her goods and didn't seem to mind at all. The bottom was quite curvy under her pants, a bonus to the package. I on the other side was tall with gray hair, trim build and I could already feel the bulge in my pants growing large, something that she noticed. My best asset was the blue eyes which had attracted many a female.
Don replied "Why don't you come in and have a drink with me? I've got beer, wine, or vodka. What is your choice dear?"
I loosely grabbed her waist and brought her into my apartment. It was cluttered but still neat in a scattered kind of way. She sat down and I went to the kitchen and prepared two martinis with olive. I used decent vodka and vermouth and as I brought her the drink she seemed to be in a hurry to drink it and hoped for another. Within 5 minutes she had downed the drink and being a gentleman asked her if she wanted another which she agreed to. This lead to a third and the conversation picked up.
Sharon started to slur as she said "What do you do every day? I rarely see you in the parking garage?"
Don replied, "I review music and old movies as well as writing fiction."
"What do you write about?" she asked.
"I think it would be better if you read one of my stories I have online."
"I'll get it up on my computer and let you read it. Give me a minute and I'll have it ready for you."
I went to the lit sight and picked out my highest rated story about Janice and let her read.