[young at heart]

As the time crept round to 7pm, I waited with anticipation wondering what the evening would bring, and dead on 7 o’clock I rang the neighbour’s door bell. The door was answered & there she stood, in an obviously too large, very baggy & thin material vest & shorts. Come in she said & pointing to the keys said “lock the door I’m going to ……” And started tugging at her vest, meaning she was going to take it off later. After a few minutes she looked at me & said “should I”, “Of course, and I will as well” I said, so we both took off our tops & the evening began. After lots of looking & small talk I plucked up courage & asked her if I could touch them, “of course” she said, so I shyly reached out & gently squeezed & massaged them for about a minute.
I had to take things slowly with this woman, she was lonely, & as she kept saying, she had never done this with any other men & it was only with me that she felt relaxed enough to let me see & touch her breasts. I only stayed a couple of hours, mainly because I did not know how long my wife would be out, & I didn’t want to get caught creeping home too late in the evening. It was another great evening, with me chatting & taking my time looking at my neighbour’s large breasts, & her not minding one little bit.