Dot is my next-door neighbor. She is seventy-one, a widower, about four feet six, petite, and has white hair. I have always liked Dot. She is easy to get along with and funny. For her age, Dot is a very attractive woman with a good figure. Until a few weeks ago, that was Dot—my neighbor.
My perception changed one morning when Dot and I were talking. Dot kept pulling her cardigan across her chest. She only has two small bumps for breasts, but she kept covering them. I don't think I was looking at them. Maybe Dot did.
The problem was from then on, I did. I made sure I didn't gawk, but I glanced when I thought I could. That led me to think what Dot's breasts looked like, and then further—wondering what Dot looked like naked. She became something of a fetish.
I wondered how she looked in her youth. Was she a sexual woman? And then, as my thoughts became darker, what was her attitude towards sex now?
I'm not sure how it happened, but one day I must have had a rush of blood. I put my arm around Dot's waist.
Dot pulled away from me. "What are you doing?" she growled.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
Dot let it drop. I didn't try anything for a while. The urge was still there, but I held back. Instead, I tried a bit of verbal flirting. For example, Dot and I were talking. The sun was shining, and I asked Dot if she would get into her bikini later. Dot took it as a joke. But I told her if she did to give me a shout.
"You wouldn't want to see me in a bikini."
I put my arm around Dot, "Don't be too sure about that."
This time Dot didn't pull away. I let my arm linger as long as I dared, without provoking Dot's wrath. Slowly, Dot allowed me into her space. There were touches, but nothing improper.
When my partner, Trish, made plans to visit her sister, I let Dot know I would be alone. Each time I spoke to Dot, I reminded her when Trish was leaving, and I would have no-one to look after me. Dot took it all as a laugh, but I kept plugging away.
I hoped - maybe I was dreaming - but I hoped Dot might read something into my repeated reminders.
Finally, the day came for Trish to leave. We were loading the car with Trish's bags when Dot came over. "Are you two going somewhere?"
"I am," Trish said. "To visit my sister for a few days."
"That's nice. Say hello to her, from me."
"You're looking spiffy. Are you going out?" Trish asked Dot.
"Yes, for lunch. You don't think this dress is too daring, do you?"
Dot hardly ever wears a dress. This one was just below the knee, and the neckline was nowhere near showing any cleavage.
"You look fine, Dot, but be careful. There are plenty of men out there just looking to take advantage of a young lady," Trish quipped.
"I will," Dot said, and she gave me a stare.
"Have you got everything?" I asked Trish.
She said she thought so. "What about your phone?" Trish is always misplacing her phone.
Trish looked, and sure enough, she had left it inside.
"Are you meeting someone?" I asked Dot while Trish was retrieving her phone.
"I thought you would take me out to lunch."
I didn't have time to respond. Trish came back. We said our goodbyes, and Trish got in her car. As she drove away, I waved with one hand and put the other in the small of Dot's back. Before Trish was out of sight, I let my hand drop onto Dot's butt cheek. It was round, reasonably firm, and good to squeeze.
"Don't get any ideas. It's just lunch," Dot warned.
"I know," but it didn't stop me squeezing again and then the other ass cheek. Nor did Dot.
I had a quick freshen-up and took Dot into town. Lunch was great. Dot told me about herself. Our feet touched under the table now and then, but that was all. After lunch, we walked down the main street, and Dot said, "I think I would like a drink. Would you mind taking me to a bar?"
We went into the first bar we came across. Dot sat in a booth, and I asked what she would like to drink.
"Just a beer, I think."
"No problem," I told Dot, and then she said, "Maybe I'll have a small whisky with that. If you don't mind, dear?"
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a double?"
"If you insist," Dot said.
We were on our second round when two guys sat close. They swore a lot, so I asked Dot if she wanted to move or find somewhere else to drink.
"It's alright," Dot said. "That sort of language is all around us now. On TV, in movies. Bloody was a bad word when I was young. Now it's fuck this and fuck that. Even young girls are saying fuck all the time."
To say I was surprised at Dot would be an understatement.
I didn't drink anymore, but Dot had two more whiskies, and then I drove us home. I walked Dot to her door with my hand on her ass.
"I have had a delightful time, but I think I need a little nap now," Dot said at the door. "But why don't you come over for dinner? About six, I eat early."
Dot had been accepting of me touching her, so I tried something else. I put my hand on her side, so my palm was partly on her breast.
"Maybe you shouldn't come over if you are going to do things like that." I know my face dropped, but then Dot said, "I'm joking. About coming over for dinner. Not what you are doing."
"I'll see you at six then," and I cupped Dot's breast.
Dot smiled, "Don't be late."
When I got home, I took my cock out and gave it a good beating.
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"It's open!" Dot shouted when I knocked on her door, two minutes early. "I'm in the kitchen."
I followed the delicious smell. "I brought this," I told Dot when I found her.
"Are you intending to get me drunk?" Dot said when I put a three-quarter-full bottle of whisky on the bench next to her.
I stood behind Dot, "Certainly not," and I filled my hands with Dot's ass cheeks.
"Careful," she said. "This is hot."
I gave her rump a tight squeeze, "So are these."
I put my chin on Dot's shoulder and sniffed in the aroma. "That smells delicious."
"It's only a stew."
I put my arms around Dot and cupped her breasts. She wriggled her shoulders, "Stop that. Pour yourself a wine and sit at the table. I'm ready to dish out."
I poured a wine and topped up Dot's glass.
"Can you take these? I'll bring the wine," Dot asked.
I carried the bowls of stew and sat at the table. Dot followed not long after minus her apron. The thin blue tank top she wore showed a minor belly bump. More interesting to me were the two points where her nipples were pushing from the other side.