Chapter 1

I started a business when I was in college and it's been quite successful. The problem is that I just can't tell most people what it is.

Let me explain.

There was a girl's dorm on campus that got a bit of a reputation when it came out that they were making sex videos and selling them to one of the porn sites that specialize in that sort of thing. You've probably seen them.

Well, my idea really came from a particular interest of mine: older women.

Yes, okay, we all have our little obsessions and I find older women to be quite sexy. I found that out the first time I ever had sex.

It all happened when the house next to ours was sold. The former owners, the Massens, were elderly and had moved into an assisted-care facility and, after remaining empty for five or six months, the house was purchased by a woman, Irene Bond, a nurse who worked at a local hospital.

A few days before she moved in, she came over and introduced herself and my parents were pleased to have such a kind and considerate neighbor. For me, at fifteen, I was happy to have such a pretty neighbor somewhere around forty years old, I figured. Truthfully, I was rather smitten the moment I met her.

I'll try to give you an idea of what Irene was like. She was medium-height, probably about five-five or so, slender but nicely curvy, and with a set of boobs that were larger than you would expect. She had short blond hair and gray-green eyes. Yes, I did notice her eyes that first time we met, they seemed to sparkle as she asked me about school and girlfriends and the like.

Both my parents worked and it soon happened that when I got off the bus after school, Irene would be outside doing some gardening, cleaning up the beds and things.

She would invite me in for a snack and a drink and I probably saw her two, maybe three times a week.

It was one afternoon, a warm afternoon in late spring, when I was sitting at her kitchen table as she passed over a bag of Oreo cookies and the peasant blouse she was wearing drooped open, revealing her very pretty, bare breasts. She looked up and saw immediately where my eyes were.

"Gary, I do believe you're growing up," she laughed as I sat there red-faced.

"Um ... sorry, I didn't mean to look."

"Oh, now, come on, Gary. You're what, fifteen, sixteen? I'd worry about you if you didn't look. Surely you've seen a girl's breasts a few times by now. It's hardly a big deal, lots of beaches around the world are topless, they're pretty common. You go to school with lots of girls."

"I've never seen any of them," I admitted.

"You mean, mine are the first you've seen?"

I nodded and she said she hoped I liked what I saw. I couldn't believe she said that.

"Did you?"

She asked again so I felt I had to tell her.

"I really think you're very pretty and really beautiful there," I said nodding to her front.

"That's nice, Gary," she said as she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips as I looked down once again at her breasts.

"You keep looking at my boobs, Gary. Should I show them to you?"

No, I didn't faint but my mind did go blank for a few seconds as her question went around and around in my head not fully registering.

"Do you want to see them?" she asked again, smiling quizzically at me.

I was able to nod and she reached across her front and pulled her top off over her head and sat there looking at me looking at her.

All I could do was stare, stare at her beautiful, full boobs, the lovely curve under each one and the wide nipple, pretty and pink, with each center raised and hard.

"You're really beautiful, Irene, so pretty," I managed to say.

"Thank you. That makes me feel good. Would you like to feel them?"

Now I almost did faint as she added, "Go ahead if you'd like to," and I slowly reached across the table and put my fingertips on her right breast. She scooted her chair closer and told me to go ahead and see what they were like so I cupped one in my palm sensing its weight then slowly massaging it in my hand.