Astrid
Copyright© 2018 by Lapi
Chapter 1: Well, I Never...
OK, OK so I was being a perv on her. You would too if she came your way instead of mine. Astrid was ... well she was ... well no words might describe her.
The fact that we shared a common interest, lived so close to each other made up for the major gap in our age. If she was fine with it, enjoyed the company of an old man, who was I to complain, not me Buckaroo!
OK, I may, just may have been infatuated with her. All right, I was gob-smacked with her.
Dinners turned into more overnights with breakfast. Weekdays turned into weekends and she had a ‘companion’ for any museum, art show or symposium my ‘little darling’ wanted to see. It became easier for her to study at my place all the time and moved out of the Dorm. Her own room at the house turned out to be a better, quieter and more pleasant environment for her than sharing a small room with three others; much cheaper too. Zero here.
The Pool, Hot Tub, Sauna and Garden Tub with water jets had no bearing on ‘her’ decision to stay with me; neither did the use of the Mercedes and weekly shopping trips we took to refill the larder. So, maybe I was going a bit overboard about her. So shoot me.
Astrid was tall, very tall, 6’ 6” or a little more than 198 cm.
Her 42”, 36”, 38”, (107, 91, 96.5 cm) made for pleasant viewing while we went on a stroll. No jogging for me, she did that while I sat and watched her go around the school track.
Like all women of any age, we went clothes shopping too. You got it, she shopped, I paid and carried. Nothing was ‘out of line’ I could well afford it and anything expensive she would sweetly ask “is this too much”.
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