Thread: MILF exposed (GenderBender and FoxyLady)

It was Rovers idea. He almost dragged me over there. Well, it was getting too much for him, waiting for her to appear, not sure which window shed be passing or how long shed pause. She must know Im watching. Its obvious if she thinks about for just a second or two. Our houses arent that close, but our windows face each other. I catch glimpses of her when I look out and she must have spotted me by now. Shes teasing me and Rover can only take so much of that. So I got my excuse ready, put on a clean pair of shorts and a new T-shirt, and rang the bell. She answered quite quickly, considering she had to get dressed. I never expected her to answer the door naked, although I had fantasied about what Id do if she did. But she didnt, and she was quite quick, so she must have had the dress near the door ready to slip into it if she needed to. It was a plain linen, light blue, with buttons down the front. Shed done up just enough to be decent. I saw at once that she wasnt wearing a bra her nipples were pressing through the material. I forced myself to maintain eye contact and introduced myself. Hi, Mrs Peters isnt it, my mother told me your name. Im Winston, we live next door. I nodded towards our house. Hi, Winston, she had a nice smile, it looked like she was genuinely pleased to see me. Thanks for coming to introduce yourself. Would you like to come in? How could I refuse? But there were the usual courtesies to observe. Are you sure Im not interrupting? She assured me she wasnt busy and led the way to the kitchen, which gave me a chance to get an eyeful. The dressed was stretched tight across those heavy thighs and her ass moved like the proverbial Sumo wrestlers in a sack. No panties, I was sure of that. You can tell by the way a womans ass moves. Ive made a study of it. Its always obvious whether mom is wearing those sensible panties she saves for when shes on a period, or the thongs that she prefers, or that sexy string thing that she hides at the bottom of the wash basket and wears when dads in for a treat. By the time I got to the kitchen, Rover was in action. I went to look out of the window so that she wouldnt notice and commented on how lovely the garden looked. She offered me a coffee, I said only if she was making one anyway, she said she was, so I accepted. That kept her occupied and distracted, giving me time to settle down at the table, putting Rover well out of view. As we sipped our coffee, I made my move. I was wondering, Mrs Peters- No, Winston, its Sally, please, just call me Sally. OK, right, Sally, look I was wondering, Im at a loose end for the next few weeks and youve just moved in, so I was thinking that you might need a bit of help, as youre on your own. Rover was throbbing and every time she leaned forward her dress fell open to reveal the swell of her tits just in the bottom of my vision. Each time she shifted her position, they swayed from side to side. It was a struggle to keep eye contact. Well, thats very kind of you. She gave me another of those smiles. Im pretty well sorted, but thanks for the offer. Its very kind of you, very thoughtful. I had to keep this going. I couldnt go because that would mean standing up, which I didnt want to do, not with Rover in his agitated state. I dont mind what I do, Mrs, err, Sally. Moving things around the house, cutting the grass, pruning some shrubs, whatever. I wouldnt charge, obviously, I added hastily, I just meant anything I could do to help out a new neighbour.