Unspoken Pleasure

The next morning I noticed Mama was again wearing nylons while she made breakfast. Again that seemed very curious, but I didn't ask about them this time.

Early that afternoon I was mowing the lawn, shirtless, as it was hot as fuck outside, when Lacy pulled up... driving a Porsche... crazy!

Lacy got out and sauntered over to me wearing (in her case typical) five-inch red heels, "Andre," she said, coming and giving me a big hug as if she were my mother, and not just a neighbour.

"Hi, Mrs. Cheung," I greeted, admiring her body and then enjoying her surprising (and atypical) embrace.

"It's Lacy," she corrected.

"Sorry, Lacy," I said. "You haven't aged a day in the ten years you've been living here."

"How sweet you are," she smiled, as she stepped back and placed her hands on my left bicep. "I see you have changed."

"365 days a year of working out will do that," I said, enjoying the feel of her hands on my biceps, and receiving a look I'm used to getting from women, especially from older women, not that she was all that old. Like I said, she was still eight years older than I was.

"Well, it paid off," she said, moving a hand, rather possessively, to my other arm, so she was now standing directly in front of me looking way up (two thirds of a foot in her heels) into my face.

"Yeah, we'll soon see whether that's true," I replied, excited but nervous about my upcoming Saints tryout. If I didn't make at least their practice squad, all those years of working out and eating healthy would be for naught.

"Yes, you're trying out for the NFL, right?" she said, her hands, surprisingly, still resting on my biceps.

"Yeah, New Orleans," I nodded.

"Well, that's very impressive," she said.

"We'll just have to see," I shrugged.

"I'll have a use for these muscles if you have some time later," she said.

"Oh? For what?" I asked, with my usual suave swagger.noveldrama

"I need some things brought up from the basement, if you're able and willing," she said, not seeming to notice my sly flirtation.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can do that for you," I said, a little disappointed she seemed unfazed by my irresistibility... that tone usually worked like a charm.

"Great, just stop by when you can," she said. "Mr. Cheung is gone for a couple of days, and I could really use a man around the house."

Her tone might have implied something more than just physical labour, but I wasn't certain as I was getting mixed signals from her.

"I can be there in twenty," I said.

"Great," she said, giving each of my biceps an admiring squeeze before finally removing them. "Wow, just wow!"

'Thanks," I chuckled, beginning to think there was at least a slim chance I could flip that skirt up and pound that pussy.

She headed to her house, and I admired her figure as she walked away. She turned and saw me staring at her, and just smiled. Busted! Yet I could read women, and this one wanted me.

I finished the lawn, quickly went and showered, and was heading back out when Mama asked, "Where you off to?"

"To help Mrs. Cheung," I answered.

Oh? With what?" she asked, looking a little startled.

"I'm not sure," I said. "Some man stuff, since Mr. Cheung isn't in town."

"Oh, I see," she said, her tone odd.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes, just go; I'm sure she can use the help," she said, waving me off.

"Okay," I nodded, having found Mama acting a little weird ever since I got home the previous day. Like why was she wearing nylons in the house when she didn't have any plans to go out? Weird. "Love you, Mama," I said, giving her cheek a kiss and heading next door.

"Have fun," she said as an afterthought, and I thought to myself, If you only knew the kind of fun I'm planning to have once I'm there!

I knocked on the door and Lacy called out, "Come in, Andre."

I walked in and she called out again, "Come into the kitchen."

I walked into the kitchen and saw she was having a smoothie. "Thanks for coming over."

"Anything, anytime," I replied, hoping she'd catch my real message: I'd fuck you anytime!

"Be careful what you say to a lady, she could take you up on it," she smiled, sipping her smoothie.

Gaining more confidence, I asserted, "Oh, I meant it quite literally."

"Good to know," she said, before a silence descended between us.

Always hating silences that were too long, I asked a few moments later, "So what can I do for you, Lacy?"

"I need a big box carried up from the basement to my bedroom," she said, this situation beginning to feel like a badly made (but super awesome) porn movie.

"Sure, just show me where it is."

"Follow me," she said, before leading me downstairs, giving me a great view of her big booty, framed so perfectly by her tight skirt.

She pointed out a box. "That one, please."

"Sure," I said, walking over and picking it up, which was a little heavier than I'd anticipated when I bent down to lift it.

"Be careful; it has a lot of books, but also some fragile items in it," she cautioned.

"Yeah, and it's heavier than I thought," I agreed, as I followed her back upstairs, getting an even better view of her ass, plus a pleasant surprise... she was wearing a garter-belt and stockings, since I caught a glimpse of the lace tops and the clasps ever so briefly. My already hard cock flinched.

"I bet you can handle whatever is thrown at you, and not just footballs," she replied, her ass wiggling back and forth directly in front of my face, and her tone undeniably dripping with innuendo.

I replied, as reassuringly as I could, "Yeah, I can handle pretty much anything."