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Robert wasn’t too good at women’s ages but figured Joanne to be around forty-five or so, give or take a few years, and it was obvious she cared about how she looked, which explained the Stairmaster sitting in the corner of the bedroom.

So Joanne thought, “Well… he was trying to look up my skirt when he walked in; I could give him a real good look…?”

The thought of doing it made her blush, right down to her toes. Under her skirt she felt the insides of her legs begin to perspire slightly. She thought Robert would enjoy seeing them too, and what was between them, no doubt….

She smiled up at him, thinking how she was about to make this his very lucky day, and maybe hers too.

Robert watched in utter erotic fascination as she slowly sat smiling back onto the ledge behind her, spreading her knees apart, and then…

Joanne pulled the lower edge of her skirt up nearly to her waist.

Underneath she was wearing sheer white lace panties and the black stockings… but most surprising of all, her stockings weren’t panty hose; a pretty white lace garter belt held up the stockings. Her matching panties were stretched tight, but not quite wide enough to cover all the space between her thighs. It was obvious that she shaved most if not all of her… private area. Robert felt himself growing hard, quickly, and was afraid he’d embarrass himself, but oh, Ms Joanne!

Joanne put her hands back beside her hips, spread her thighs a little more, leaned back to give Robert a really good look, and smiled her best big blue-eyed smile. “Isn’t this what you were trying so hard to see earlier?” she asked, her heart starting to beat faster in her chest. She rocked her hips slightly back and forth on the window seat.

“Yes,” croaked Robert, his voice failing.

“I hope you’re not disappointed…” Joanne said hopefully, spreading her legs even wider in front of him.
“My boobs aren’t as nice as they used to be,” she said, and quickly she pulled up her blouse, freeing her breasts with a shake as she did so, naked now from the waist up.

Robert thought Joanne’s “boobs” were just fine. In fact, he liked them very much. His hands ached to touch them.

He was actually shocked at the sudden sight of Joanne’s exposed breasts. He had never been close to even a partly naked white woman before.

Her left breast was somewhat smaller than the right, a result of a childhood illness. But other than not being as large as its sister, it was otherwise equally as delectable-looking. Both were the same creamy white, topped with very erect reddish brown nipples. Robert found the sight of them intensely exciting, stiff and exposed less than two feet away from him.

He couldn’t resist reaching out and gently brushing his left hand over her nipples, eliciting a soft sigh from their owner. Joanne closed her eyes with pleasure and leaned slightly forward, then captured Robert’s large hand before it escaped and pressed it tightly over her bare right breast, firm and soft. He squeezed it gently. It was very warm, its nipple stiff and sensitive between his fingers. The contrast between his black hand and her white breast was stunning, like an art photograph.

That was it. Even though there was a twenty year gap between their ages Joanne could be very lusty when she felt like it, and feeling his hand on her breast made Joanne feel that way now. With her legs still spread wide, she pulled Robert in and kissed him hard on the mouth, holding his hand firmly to her breast, pressing herself into his chest, wrapping her legs around his hips and the obvious and growing bulge in his trousers. Joanne swore she could feel it throbbing between her legs.

Joanne was getting very turned on. Wrapped around Robert’s narrow hips she began slowly rocking her pelvis against his.

While they lingered over the kiss, Joanne let Robert really feel her up… let him touch every luscious curve of her body with his large hands, squeeze and caress her breasts and her very erect nipples. Finally she let him slide a hand up under her skirt; feeling her silk-covered legs and the satin straps of the garter belt. He loved her smooth knees, her tender bare inner thighs, the width and roundness of her hips, her soft sensitive belly, and especially the silken white curves of her bottom. And again, her soft, warm, breasts…. but still didn’t dare venture a hand between her wide open legs….

Joanne was breathing hard now, loving being felt up by this dark young man, secretly wanting his hand between her legs, slipping inside her underwear, covering her mound with his warm fingers and palm…

But Robert was too reserved to try that yet, so instead Joanne let him play with her breasts while she felt him up, running her hand down, until she could feel the swelling in his shorts, and then massaging him gently through the fabric, feeling the promise of his desire. Now that she’d made up her mind and gotten half-naked herself, she wanted to get her hands on him and see what he… it… looked and felt like, no matter how shy he was. Big, and dark, and delicious – she hoped. A chocolate bar that wouldn’t melt.