It was an unremarkable day that began a very strange relationship that while very conflicted for all involved was also very exciting and fun. It began when I went to work as a volunteer in a food distribution center for those disadvantage people. The center had various individuals working including Sally Cooley. She was 62 and her husband had died about six months ago from cancer. She was an attractive older woman and even though I was 50 I could appreciate a certain sexuality about her. While she was not thin she was not overweight and it was apparent a nice ass filled her rather tight pants. However, I never even thought anything would ever happen between us.
The day began as any other. I was working in the back stacking boxes when Sally began sorting some merchandise. As I turned around I watched as she slipped. I grabbed her and we both fell against some boxes. Luckily, the boxes were empty and broke our fall so we were not injured. However, as I grabbed her my hands found her breasts and as I caught and we fell both my hands were holding her breasts. We were both a bit stunned but I noticed as I lay there with her on top of me I could feel the softness of her breasts in my hands. As she regained her composure she also noticed how I held her. I did not released her immediately and as I did I gave both of her breasts a nice squeeze. As I did she gasped.
I then helped her up and I could tell she was confused over the situation. While I did prevent her from injury I had violated her person by holding her breasts. To make the situation more clear, my squeeze at the end was very obvious. She knew exactly what I had done.
As she looked at me I smiled and said, "Are you okay Sally?"
"Yes," she replied still looking at me with a quizzical gaze. I knew she could not get angry with me since I had saved her but she knew what I had done.
"I glad you are okay. If you had fallen on the concrete floor you could have really injured yourself. Luckily, I was here to catch you," I continued.
"Yes, I really appreciate it. I could have been badly hurt," she had to admit.
"Anytime you want me to catch you I will be happy to do it," I replied with a large grin and as I said it I looked directly at her breasts.
Sally blushed as she saw where I was looking but said, "I will remember that."
"Anytime," I said still looking at her chests with a smile on my face.
Nothing more happened that day or the next. But from then on each day I would always greet Sally and when no one but her could see I would gaze at her boobs. She definitely noticed my gaze and while not giving any signs of approval she did not complain in anyway of my attention to her chest. This continued over a couple of weeks. Each day I made it a point to be close to her and to several times touch her with a soft touch. It seemed she began to appreciate my attention and my touches became more frequent and soon when no one was around I would pat her on her butt. I was surprised that over time she began to enjoy my ever increasing intimate touching.
