Mrs. Wilson

I finally answer the door and to my surprise, it’s Mrs. Wilson. She is older, in her late 60’s, but could pass for her 40’s. She has Blond hair that has traces of gray throughout. She always seemed so conservative but, today, this morning was very different. She had normally always worn a dress. Baggy and plain showing nothing of her figure. She was always the joke at Rodgers. “Hey, don’t let Mrs. Wilson know that just happen.” or “As plain as Mrs. Wilson.” was the line that got everyone laughing. What stood in front of me right now was something different.

She was taller than me a little, her hair in the bun, tied up in a scarf. No makeup but her face was glowing. A pair of earrings and her glasses was the only decoration she had on her face. Holding an apple pie I could see her nails were done. Fresh green polish with a little orange swirl. She was paler than me, and she had an amazing figure. An almost typical 60’s figure, big hips and thighs, slender waist and really big boobs. I was awestruck how they were still as solid as they were. I felt for the first time very very small chest standing in front of her. As I inspected her she had a couple of surprises.

Around her waist her she had a belly chain with a woman charm as the clasp. On her belly button, she had what looked to be a stainless steel ring with a lovely white gem.

Her legs were gleaming with cream and freshly shaved. She wore sandals with a cute little toe ring. Her toenails had been painted green with orange swirls just like her fingers.

She was wrapped. yes, wrapped would be the best way to describe it, in a low cut, hip-hugging bathing suit. Her breast were heavy and large and the top barely contained them.

“Can I come in Honey?” she said sweetly “I have this pie her for you and I think we need to talk. Where is your little friend?” she said looking around your living room pushing pass you. "She had a tasty little puss on her I am sure."

I pause for a second looking around “She went to get more… do you want something to drink Mrs. Wilson?”

“Natalie,” she says as she is putting the pie on table bending over. I couldn’t but stare. She had less fat on her then I did. “Call me Natalie.” She was in amazing shape. She finally stood up and turned around.

There was a moment of silence. I am drinking in beauty standing before me. Not at all like you. It was amazing to drink it all in. Every curve and fold.

“Well,” she said, “how do you want to do this?”