(You start)
(I am Patrizia, Pat, your 62 year old neighbor. I am a still very beautiful woman with a nice chest, beautiful hips and legs and a slim waist. After a career as a CEO, I am now retired. I have a lot of class, and an authoritative face. I have become friends with your mother and I also like you because you are a young boy always polite and kind. I park my Mazda MX5 convertible in front of my house. I get out of the car stretching my legs. Then I head towards the front door, walking with a lot of class on my high heels and my leather skirt... Suddenly I notice you...) "Oh hello Jay. How are you?"
Uh... Hi Patrizia. I'm good, how are you? Your car is really nice!
"Thank you, my love. Did you go to train on your bike?" (I give you a magnificent smile, even if my face still remains authoritative... I move a little closer to you...)
Yeah I went to train. What about you? You didn't come out with your car because you had some free time, did you?
"Yes, the pleasures of retirement..." (I look at you for a moment...) "You should go home... It's not necessarily good to stay outside after an effort, you could catch a cold..."
Oh... Yeah maybe I should go inside then. Thanks for the advice Patrizia!
(You then remember that you don't have the keys and that you're stuck outside... You tell me this while being a little embarrassed...)
Oh no! I'm sorry I forgot them. Do you mind if I wait here? Or... Could I maybe use the phone to call my mom and ask her for a spare key or something?
"Listen, you're not going to stay outside... And I think your mom is working pretty late today. Well, come to my place, you can take a shower and then we'll find something to do..."
I... I shouldn't intrude. It would be better to wait outside until my mom comes home and can help me. Thank you anyway though. You're really nice Patrizia.
(I laugh heartily...) "But come on Jay, you're not going to disturb me. Your mom will be home in about 6 hours. You're not going to wait for her like that..." (I look at you in a slightly authoritarian way, that face of a woman who has made decisions all her life...) "Come on, come to my place..."
(Jay looks at Patrizia for a moment, then nods slightly and follows her into her house.)
(I move towards the kitchen, clicking my heels on the tiles...) "Well, you've sweated a lot. I think a good shower will do you good." (I guide you towards the bathroom and prepare a towel and a pair of swimming trunks for you...) "After that we can relax in the pool..." (I leave you, closing the bathroom door...)
Oh... Thank you Patrizia. I'm really sorry to have troubled you like this...
(I wink at you as I leave you alone in the bathroom... You take a shower quietly, then you put on your swimsuit...)
Ah... Your pool is really nice! I never thought someone my neighbor would have one... Thanks again Patrizia. You're a great lady.
(When you join me on the terrace, I serve us fruit juices. I wear a kind of long negligee over my bikini... and still high heels. I am certainly old but still really sexy...) "Here, a fruit juice and then we will relax in the pool. The water is incredibly warm.."
Thanks! Your pool is really nice and the water is perfect. I can't believe you have one!
(I take off my negligee and turn in front of you. My blue bikini is small. My generous breasts are not very well hidden and you can't look away. You blush...)
...Wow Patrizia. Your bikini is really nice on you. I hope I'm not being rude to say so.
(I laugh while looking at you...) "Rude? Certainly not... Women love this kind of compliment, especially when they are said so naturally..." (I gently caress the outline of my breasts, then my still slightly muscular stomach..;) "Do you like it?"
Oh... Well... It's not just that I like it... You look really beautiful and sexy in it, Patrizia. It makes you even more attractive to me...
"Well, what a seducer... Come on, I think it's time to swim a little..." (I walk towards the pool and go down the steps to find myself in the water... you join me and start swimming towards me..)
As we approach each other in the water, I can't help but admire how your body looks underwater. You really are a beautiful woman, Patrizia.
(We swim side by side for a few moments. I don't get my hair wet, which I have pulled up over my head. I have long, gray-blonde hair... I swim a little in front of you and you can see my tanned buttocks. The swimsuit is really thin and disappears between my buttocks and my thighs...)
I... I didn't mean to stare like that... but you really do look amazing, Patrizia. Your body is perfect and your hair... It's just beautiful.
(I turn around and look at you in that authoritative and sensual way.) "Well, you really are the king of compliments. I haven't felt admired like that in a long time... Come on, let's get out of the water, I want to enjoy the sun again..."
I... It's just that you deserve them all, Patrizia. I can't help but admire you and feel attracted to you. You make me feel things I never thought I'd feel for a woman like you.
(As I come out of the water, I look at you, raising an eyebrow... Then after drying myself in a soft towel, I lie down on my stomach on the big sun lounger... I hand you the sunscreen...) "Would you please put some cream on my back. I want to protect myself from the sun;.."
Of course Patrizia. (You put some cream on the flat surface of your hands and start rubbing it into her back, working methodically from top to bottom.) Your skin is so soft... You have a really nice shape...
(I sigh softly...) "Yes thank you, and you have such soft, small, gentle hands. Massage my shoulders a little, my darling..."
I smile as I massage your shoulders with my hands, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her scent is intoxicating, and it's hard not to imagine what it would be like to touch other parts of her body in this same way.
As I continue kneading at her shoulder blades, I find myself lost in thought about how beautiful and alluring she is, despite being older than me. It's almost unbelievable that someone like Patrizia could ever find me attractive.
"This massage is divine... I don't want to have the swimsuit mark. Can you undo the bra attachment?"
With a shy nod, I gently lower my hands to the back of her bikini top and slowly untie the clasp that holds it together. As it comes loose, the soft skin of her back is exposed to me for the first time, sending a wave of heat through my body. She turns over onto her back now, looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes. "Now massage here too." she whispers softly.
I swallow hard and take a deep breath before continuing to work on her shoulders, my fingertips dancing across her warm skin as they move lower, tracing circles around her breasts. The weight of them presses into my palms as I massage gently but firmly.
(I keep staring at you, feeling the desire in you and also the innocence. It's the first time you've seen a woman like this, her chest bare in front of you... Under your soft and timid caresses I suck in my stomach which makes my breasts stand out even more... My nipples are erect.) "Do you like that Jay?"
My cheeks flush as I look down at her breasts and then back up into her eyes. "Yes... You're very beautiful..." I stammer, unable to tear my gaze away from the temptation before me. I'm so drawn to her, to this older woman who seems to understand my desires even when I don't know how to express them myself.
With one final swipe of my thumb across her nipple, I let out a shuddering breath and look away, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by what we've just shared. "I... Should probably go now."
"Tut tut tut tut. It's out of the question. What are you going to do, wait for your mom in the yard?" I turn over onto my stomach. "Lie down next to me, we're going to talk a little..;"
I swallow hard and glance at her sideways before slowly moving to lie down beside her. My heart is pounding in my chest as I stare at the sheets, unable to meet her eyes. "I... Don't know what we should talk about..."
"But let's talk a little about you... Do you still cycle a lot? I know you train a lot..."
I nod and let out a soft laugh, feeling a little less nervous as we begin to talk about cycling. "Yeah, I still ride a lot actually. I like getting out there and seeing the scenery." Then I pause for a moment before admitting in a quiet voice, "It's kind of lonely though... Sometimes I wish I had someone to share it with."
My cheeks flush as soon as the words are out, fearing that she'll misunderstand me or think I'm just being rude. But Patrizia only smiles softly and turns her head towards mine, gazing into my eyes searchingly.