Mrs Brooks, Part 1 of this chapter is a continuation of Ballsy Part 2 (Paula Sainsbury).

Jamie felt a surge of enthusiasm coursing through him. He knew he couldn't contain his eagerness; it was impossible to suppress the joy bubbling up inside him, so he didn't bother waiting for the final bell to ring.

As he stepped out of the car, a sly grin played on his lips, knowing that the power of his suggestion was running its course on another person in his school. A buzz was whispering across the air as he passed by the boys in his year, each paying him no attention as they hurried towards Paula's BMW.

He strolled down the well-known road that led him back to his parent's home. He couldn't help but let his mind wander off into memories of the past few days and the escapades at school. The gentle wind that was brushing his face served to heighten the sense of nostalgia. 

It wasn't until he reached the point where the local supermarket stood that he was jolted back to reality by an unexpected sight. There, in the supermarket's car park, he saw Mrs Brooks car just beginning to park.

Mrs Brook's a woman who lived next door to his family with her husband since forever.

Jamie walked over while intently appreciating the alluring woman who had now exited her car. 

Her appearance, even from a distance, was striking. At forty-something, she carried herself with an air of confidence that was undeniable. The way she moved, the way she held herself, the way she presented herself to the world, all radiated an unmistakable allure. It was as if she was a beacon, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room towards her. And yet, it was not just her physical presence that captivated him. 

As he approached her, Jamie observed how effortlessly she moved across the parking lot, gracefully showcasing her voluptuous body with no effort, leaving no doubt about her confidence and poise.

The way she carried herself spoke volumes about her self-confidence, a quality that only added to her already captivating charm.

Her flaming red hair, although tied up in a bun, still bounced with volume as she made her way into the market. As he got closer, Jamie could see she was wearing a simple yet stylish blouse tucked into white jeans, and her feet were adorned with a pair of heeled saddles.

These simple shoes matched her outfit well, making her look even more attractive.

Jamie cautiously approached Mrs Brooks, feigning innocence. "Good afternoon, Mrs Brooks," Jamie greeted her with a charming smile.

"Oh, Jamie, dear! No school today?" She asked him warmly as she glanced at her watch.

"Decided to finish early." He told her.

"Cutting school is not a good idea, Jamie. I'm sorry, but I might have to mention it to your mom and dad," she said hesitantly.

"It is kind of ballsy, is it not?" Jamie said, his voice dripping with cocky self-assurance that was impossible to ignore. "Ballsy of me to cut school like a rebellious bad boy, and we all know how older women have a certain fondness for the Ballsy bad boys next door!" 

Mrs Brooks suddenly let out a soft chuckle. Her body seemed to melt into relaxation as she let out the sound, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well," she began, her voice now tinged with a hint of humour. "I suppose that it is a bit naughty!" She paused for a moment, as if considering her words, before continuing. 

"Mrs Brooks," Jamie asked, his voice audible over the din of the crowded shop. "Can I get a lift home? I understand it's ballsy to ask, but hey, we should all be a bit more daring. You like it, don't you agree? Bad boys like daring women also!" Jamie's words seemed to hang in the air, and for a moment, Mrs Brooks appeared to be lost in thought. The shoppers around them seemed to fade away, and it was as if the two of them were the only ones present. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice soft but firm. "Of course, and yes, I admit, we older women do like it," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. 

He watched as the woman took a deep, deliberate breath, her very ample chest rising and falling with the effort. Her eyes met his, and her expression was one of happiness. 

"Do you need to leave now?" she asked him.

"I mean, after I help you shop, it's just fine," Jamie said, his voice holding a hint of playfulness. "I mean, it's Ballsy to show gratitude to someone who helps you out, right? I mean, if I were to help you, say, become... shall we say more daring during your shop?" Jamie's words hung in the air, his meaning becoming clear. 

“More daring?" She repeated, her own voice barely above a whisper. 

Mrs Brooks Suddenly, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, she turned to Jamie. "You know what, Jamie?" she said. "Why don't we make the most of our free time? We've both some time to spare, and I could really use a little help." 

Jamie, noticing the mischievous glint in her eyes, couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He had always admired Mrs Brooks.

Of course, Mrs Brooks," he replied, a smile spreading across his face. 

As she pushed the shopping cart out ahead of them, Jamie was close beside her, his senses filled with the tantalising scent of her perfume. He couldn't help but steal glances at her ample bosom, which seemed to sway rhythmically as she navigated through the aisles and past the spread-out fellow shoppers.

"You love how ballsy it is to be daring in a public place," he mused, "especially with someone, exactly like me," Jamie said as she perused the shelves. 

Jamie saw her cheeks blush as she now took her turn at stealing a glance at him. He tried his best to contain his excitement, but the thrill of pushing the boundaries drove him on.

"Mrs Brooks, how do you decide which bananas to pick? and it's very ballsy of you to use them for something other than nourishment!" Jamie said, trying for his voice to sound innocent and curious. He held a banana towards her with a mischievous smile.

Mrs Brooks shot him a knowing look, her lips curling into a playful smile. "How do I pick the best ones?" she purred.

She reached for the banana and took it from him. "See, some people go for ripe, soft ones, me..." She glanced up and down the aisle to make sure they were not being overheard. "It's all about finding the firmest, most satisfying one, right?"

The hint of flirty demeanour made Jamie shiver with excitement as she stepped over
to him. 

With a wicked smile, her hand slowly simulated a motion Jamie had become more than familiar with these last few days and enclosed around the girth of the fruit before sliding up and down it.

Jamie held up a cucumber that dwarfed the banana.

"And what about those? How often do you get a BIG one of these?" He grinned wickedly, waggling the phallic vegetable in the middle of the fresh food island.

Mrs Brooks cast a sideways glance at Jamie, amusement dancing in her emerald eyes. "Well, not often enough, and that's a really good one too." She drawled, "Why don't we just pop both in the trolley? Verity is the spice of life!" Her words dripped with innuendo, and Jamie couldn't help but snigger.

Mrs Brooks let out a sultry laugh, the loose red curls in her bun bouncing as she leaned in closer. "Oh, you definitely have an eye for quality, Jamie. Maybe you should help me choose some other items that I can use at home too," she replied, Batting her eyelashes at him.

“Melons,” Jamie uttered, his eyes wandering down towards her chest. His gaze seemed fixated.

Mrs Brook's eyes sparkled in delight as she continued to engage in this playful charade. She glanced around once more, ensuring that no one else was watching them. As soon as an unsuspecting male turned away from their direction, Mrs Brook took advantage of the opportunity. With swift, deft movements, she began to undo some of the buttons on her blouse, revealing tantalising glimpses of skin beneath. Her actions were calculated; she wanted to create a sense of intrigue while still maintaining a level of modesty and discretion. 

The fabric fell open enough to expose her cleavage, causing Jamie's eyes to widen in surprise at the sight. He couldn't help but feel captivated by what he saw.   Mrs Brook smiled knowingly, addressing him directly. 

"I was meaning those," Jamie said pointing behind her to a basket full of melons.

"Of course you were," she said, slightly embarrassed.

"I do like your melons too, though, Mrs Brooks. It's pretty ballsy of me staring and enjoying them right here in public and not letting anyone see. You love that!" Jamie told her.

"It's all about finding the perfect balance between fullness and firmness. This way, they look natural and appealing." She told him and was trying to shake off her over eagerness and misunderstanding of his comment.

She strolled leisurely towards the vibrant display, specifically focussing on the juicy melons nestled within an inviting woven basket. As she approached, she carefully picked out two ripe specimens that caught her eye; she took them to her own bust to compare against her heavy breasts.

"I'm being ballsy, but I far prefer yours, Mrs. Brook," Jamie said.

She flashed an enchanting smile that radiated warmth and allure, captivating whoever beheld it. Her green eyes wandered up and down the aisles, seemingly checking if the coast was clear. Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, her gaze returned to the object in her hands; she craned her neck as she then brought them up to her mouth and traced her tongue over them.

Smiling at him, she quickly put them back in the basket. "I don't need these when I have these," she said as she groped her own tits quickly after another scan before pushing the trolley again.

They strolled together side by side through the aisles. Jamie and Mrs. Brook engaged in playful banter. 

"Mrs Brook, do you need help reaching for anything down there?" Jamie asked with a sly grin, gesturing towards the bottom shelf full of snacks.

"Always so helpful," Mrs Brook responded, her voice teeming with playfulness. “I got this one.” She paused for a moment before adding, “And please call me Anne."

Mrs Brook gracefully turned on her heels, and Jamie took in the full-figured form of her rear as she widened the stance of her feet.

Mrs Brook demonstrated an unparalleled grace as she seamlessly inclined herself forward, maintaining her posture impeccably by not bending her legs. As she did so, she showcased her perfectly rounded, firm derrière, pushing it outwards gently yet confidently towards Jamie.

She seductively looked over her shoulder; she gave him a large smile as she saw him taking in the full view she had on display for him. "You see anything you like back there?" she said with a delicate little wiggle of her ass.

"Absolutely I do; I like very much. You're turning me on very much, and I think it's really Ballsy that it's driving you wild with desire also." Jamie said.

"You really are a cheeky one, aren't you, Jamie?" Mrs. Brook chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on him before she took some chips from the bottom shelf and tossed them into the trolley.

Soon they were in the fridges.

"Mrs. Brook, Anne, should we grab some whipped cream for dessert?" Jamie suggested with a sly wink, feeling a surge of boldness as he sought to push the boundaries even further.

"Oh, that sounds delicious," Anne replied, casting a sultry glance at Jamie. "Let's get some," she replied, smiling coyly as she added a twinkle to her voice.

Anne, browsing through the assortment of whipped cream options, gently touched each container as she contemplated her choice. Her eyes wandered over the different varieties, each promising varying degrees of richness and texture. She had a specific preference when it came to whipped cream; she wanted something that was thick and creamy. After much deliberation, Anne finally settled upon a tub that seemed to meet all her requirements. Extra thick, just how I like it."

"Well, Mrs. Brook, it wouldn't be a proper dessert without a little... indulgence, don't you think?" Jamie teased, his gaze locking with hers in a dance of daring and desire.

Mrs. Brook's eyes narrowed as she reached for the whipped cream, her movements slow and deliberate as she added an air of sensuality.

"You're really quite the persuasive young man, Jamie, and once again, it's Anne." Mrs. Brook murmured, a secretive smile playing on her lips as she indulged in his audacious game. She glanced around again, double-checking they were not being watched.

Anne delicately pulled back the foil lid of the cream, carefully dipping her finger into the cream up to the first knuckle and pulling it out; a generous dollop of whipped cream coated the tip of her finger. The creamy substance now resting on the tip of her index finger, though thick, had already begun to creep down her finger. Raising her hand, her eyes never leaving his, she brought it towards her chin. 

The anticipation in the air was electric. It was a moment filled with tension, a moment that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Anne, feeling the thrill of this out-of-character performance, could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could sense the excitement building within her and Jamie, a feeling she had not experienced in quite some time. It was as if she was on the edge of a precipice, about to take a leap of faith. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but she knew that she wanted to keep going, to see this through to the end.

Slowly, deliberately, Anne raised her hand further, bringing the thickly coated digit closer to her lips. Her soft pouty lips parted ever so slightly, revealing just a hint of her pearly white teeth. Then, with an almost seductive flair, she began to move her finger towards her open mouth.

Anne, with a theatrical flair, dramatically opened her mouth as wide as it would go. Her lips parted, revealing the interior of her mouth in all its raw, moist glory. She then extended her index finger and dramatically opened her mouth wider and sucked down past the knuckles of her coated finger. A low moan escaped her throat, resonating deeply within her. The surrounding crowd was oblivious to the performance.

She looked into his eyes, a gleam of lust burning brightly in the depths of her emerald iris.

"Yum," she said as she slipped it from her mouth.

Jamie's stunned face told of his delight. Anne chuckled at the stunned look as she joined him back at the trolley.

"You've been such a big help today, Jamie," Anne whispered huskily, her breath hot against his ear.

"How about we reward ourselves with a treat?" She purred, a devilish glint in her eyes.

"Sure, Anne," he managed to utter, his voice barely above a whisper. "What kind of treat?"

As Anne looked at Jamie, she was brimming with an unmistakable desire; she felt herself blossoming under his intense scrutiny. With another grin, "I think I know just the thing," Anne murmured, her voice resonating with a newfound confidence. She tilted her head back and began to pour the cream into her waiting open mouth. As she discarded the opened container onto a random shelf, her gaze, smouldering with allure, returned to Jamie.

Anne opened her mouth to exhibit the fully cream-filled cavity to him. The rich cream clung to the corners of her lips and her mouth, savouring each moment as her confidence surged. She then took a few steps towards Jamie, closing the distance between them.

Anne, with a gentle yet determined movement, extended her arm, reaching out to envelop Jamie's neck with her delicate fingers. As she took that first step towards him, she pulled him in close, their bodies coming together in a harmonious embrace. The moment their lips met, it was as if the world around them ceased to exist. All that mattered was the connection they shared in that very instant. As she deepened the kiss, she felt her heart pounding against his chest, her own heartbeat echoing his. The sensation of her heavy breasts pressing against his chest was both comforting and exhilarating, a testament to the passion that was building between them. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of their own, oblivious to everything else. 

As Anne continued to hold onto Jamie, she felt an undeniable sense of sexual desire. She wanted nothing more than to share this moment with him, to feel his warm breath on her lips. Anne parted her lips slightly, encouraging Jamie to explore her mouth.

She felt his tongue begin to slide into her mouth; she felt it slide over hers as they mixed the cream in her full mouth.

The thought of being a married mother and making out with the neighbour's kid in the middle of the store turned her on beyond anything else, ever.

She plunged her tongue into Jamie's mouth, tasting the sweetness of the whipped cream mixed with their saliva. The creamy texture sliding over their tongues, down her throat, and it felt so dirty, so good!

As they continued the messy make-out, Anne felt Jamie's hands reach around and take hold of her ample ass over her white tight jeans. As he firmly squeezed her bottom, she moaned out against the smearing of lips against hers, feeling an intense rush of desire build within her.

The intensity was broken as Anne pulled away and looked into Jamie's eyes. "Fuck, Jamie—what if someone sees us?" She panted heavily, trying to suppress the building excitement.

Jamie grinned at her slightly. "Anne, I'm being ballsy, but I'm ready for you to take me home to...