Mrs. Cartwright

I?d always had a thing about Mrs. Cartwright. There was something sexual about her, but it was impossible for me to explain what exactly. I?d once tried telling some close mates about how she made me feel, but they just laughed. They told me she was way too old for me and probably not very interesting. ?She?s into potted plants, for fuck?s sake,? said Stewart, ?It doesn?t get much more boring than that!? I figured my friends were probably right, but I still had this thing for her. She was what I would consider a real woman. She was curvy, with ample breasts and long legs that she liked to show off, almost always wearing high heels, even when she was tinkering around in the greenhouse. There was something of distinguished beauty in her face. Unlike the girls of my own age, Mrs. Cartwright displayed class. Her makeup was tuned to perfection. I could easily overlook the few tell-tale wrinkles in favor of her benevolent smile. She was a warm person, with nothing to hide. Unlike the high-school chicks I frequented every day, she had already made her mark. She didn?t need to pretend. To me, she represented the type of woman I would like to be married to one day. --- It was by chance that I met her that day. I?d just finished working my summer job in the local supermarket when I bumped into her in the parking lot. She was struggling Acıbadem Escort with a trolley load of plants that she?d purchased from the adjoining garden center. I could see that the trunk was already full and that she was having a hard time fitting everything in. I walked over and asked if she needed some help. ?Hi, Lee,? she said, ?I?m afraid I?ve bought way too much, as usual.? ?Maybe we can fit some on the back seat,? I offered. ?Ah yes, what a good idea,? she replied, ?Where are you going?? I told her that I was headed home, to which she suggested that I ride along with her seeing as she lived just up the road from me. It was definitely better than waiting for the next bus. --- We finished loading up the car and headed toward home. It was at that point that I realized that I?d never been alone with Mrs. Cartwright. Sitting right next to her in the passenger seat made me very conscious of her presence, especially with her long legs shooting out from under her dress, her thighs quite exposed as the material had ridden up toward her waist. I took a quick peek and immediately felt a twitch in my pants. At that very moment, she tugged at the hem, pulling it down slightly. I blushed bright red, thinking I must have been busted. ?So, have you been shopping?? she asked cheerily, looking Acıbadem Escort Bayan over at me. I explained that I was working a summer job, trying to make some money before going to college. ?Very good,? she replied,? That will keep you out of trouble. Too many teenagers are into drugs, alcohol and sex these days. Well, drugs and alcohol anyway. Sex isn?t such a bad thing.? She looked over at me and smiled. In that instant, I had a feeling something was going to happen. With hindsight, it was easy to see where things were going, but at the time it didn?t seem so obvious. It was more of a hope or a wish that the signals I was getting were real. I looked at her while she continued to drive. I wanted to put my hand into her lovely blonde curls and stroke her neck. I wanted to kiss her beautiful red lips while looking into her light green eyes. Mostly, I wanted to slip my hand between her delicate thighs, but of course I didn?t. Instead, I continued to blush profusely in silence for the next five minutes until we arrived at her place. ?Thank you very much for your help, Lee,? she said, ?Would it be too much to ask to help me carry these pots into the greenhouse?? ?Not at all,? I replied, eager to help and reluctant to leave her. Five minutes later we had finished putting all Escort Acıbadem the plants away. I thought for a moment that it was the end of my daydream. I was getting ready to go home feeling deflated and that perhaps the signals were all in my mind. ?Would you like a drink for your efforts?? she asked, ?I?ve just made some fresh fruit juice.? ?Yes please,? I practically gulped. --- Once inside the house, she made a point of kicking off her high heels, saying how much more comfortable she felt with bare feet. Not surprisingly, they were beautifully manicured with polish matching her fingernails. She took the juice from the fridge, poured two glasses, and told me to take a seat. I sat down on the couch whereas she sat down on an armchair opposite me, cross-legged. She flicked her hair casually, once again making me feel horny, but also for the first time thinking about her husband and what he would think of me being there chatting with his wife. ?What do you do in your spare time, Lee?? she asked. She put emphasis on my name, as though probing into my private life. I felt like she was assuming that a Lee was different than a Joe or a Doug. She specifically wanted to know what a Lee does. She could have just asked what I do, but because of calling out my name, I felt like I had to give an interesting answer. ?Not much,? I said, pathetically. So much for being interesting. ?No girlfriend?? she continued. ?No, Mrs. Cartwright,? I answered. She practically rolled off the couch laughing. I tried to understand why she found that so funny, but I had to wait for what seemed like forever before she resumed the conversation. ?No, Mrs.