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MidReal Story
Forbidden Desires
Scenario:Josh lived Couple houses down from Mrs Jackson 72 year old African lady. Found every excuse to be round her
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Josh Green
a curious and adventurous 19-year-old who recently moved back to his childhood neighborhood, fascinated by Mrs. Jackson's confidence and vibrant energy,
Mrs. Jackson
I live a couple houses down from Mrs Jackson (72 year old African lady) and I find every excuse to be round at her house.
She has got enormous boobs and a big butt.
I mean who wouldn't want a piece of that juicy ass?
She thinks she's tough and scary, but I'm not turned off.
If anything, I like her confidence.
The way she doesn't take shit from anyone and isn't afraid to speak her mind.
I know some people who find her intimidating, but I don't.
I think that she is beautiful and should not be hiding it under those baggy clothes that she always wears.
I know that if I said anything, she would probably turn me down.
But I'm willing to take that chance.
After all, someone has to show her that there is still life after 60.
"Josh! What are you doing here?"
Mrs Jackson asked as she opened the door.
"I was just passing by and thought I would say hi," I replied.
"Hi," she said as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything is fine. I was just wondering if you need any help with anything?"
I asked.
"No! I've got it all covered," she said as she turned to go back inside.
"Wait," I said as I grabbed onto her arm.
"What for?"
She turned around with a raised eyebrow.
"I was wondering if I could borrow a book?"
"Oh, sure," she said as she turned to go back inside.
"Follow me."
I followed her into the dimly lit living room.
I couldn't help but look at her swaying hips as she walked in front of me.
The smell of lavender filled the room and it was mixed with the smell of old paper.
She stopped in front of a bookshelf that was against the wall and turned around to face me.
"The books are over here," she said as she pointed to the collection.
She stepped to the side, but didn't move far enough away for me not to feel her body heat.
I pretended to look through the books, running my fingers over the spines as I glanced over at her chest.
I could see a hint of cleavage and I wanted to see more.
I pulled out one of the books and held it up for her to see.
"Is this one any good?" she asked.
"It's alright," I replied as I put it back on the shelf.
I picked another one out and held it up for her to see.
"Is this one any good?"
"I think you will like that one," she said as she reached past me to get it.
Her arm brushed against mine and I almost dropped the book that was in my hand. She pulled the book off the shelf and held it up for me to see, then turned around and headed back towards the front door.
I followed behind her, deliberately brushing my leg against hers as I did so.
She opened the door and handed me the book.
"Thanks," I said as I took it from her hand.
"You're welcome," she said as she closed the door.
I walked back home, thinking about what I had just done.
I had borrowed a book from Mrs. Jackson, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to read it.
I had been too distracted by her body and her smell.
I decided that I would have to go back the next day and try again.
The next day, I walked back to Mrs. Jackson's house, determined to borrow a book and get out of there without getting distracted.
I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer.
When she did, I told her that I had finished the book she lent me and wanted to borrow another one.
She invited me in and led me back to the living room.
She was wearing a low-cut blouse that showed off her cleavage and I couldn't help but stare.
She handed me a book and then went into the kitchen to get us some iced tea. I followed behind her, pretending to look at the book as we walked.
In the kitchen, she poured us each a glass of iced tea and then turned around to face me.
I was standing right behind her at the counter and could feel her body heat against mine.
She added sugar to our drinks and then turned around to put them in the fridge.
As she reached up to put them away, her blouse rode up and I could see smooth skin underneath.
I deliberately bumped into her as she stood up, causing her to stumble slightly.
She steadied herself by grabbing onto the counter and my body pressed against hers as she did so.
I stepped back as she steadied herself and my heart raced at the feeling of her body against mine.
She turned around, clutching the glasses of iced tea in her hands.
"Careful there, Josh. These old floors can be slippery."
She gestured to the small kitchen table and I sat down in one of the wooden chairs.
She set our drinks down on the table and then sat down in the chair across from me.
"So, what did you think of the book I lent you?"
She asked as she took a sip of her drink.
I traced my fingers over the condensation on the side of my glass as I looked at her lips move.
"It was good," I replied.
"What was your favorite part?"
She leaned forward as she asked me and I could see down her blouse.
I shifted in my seat as I thought about how I could get out of this situation.
"I liked it all," I replied. "I know what you mean. It's hard to pick just one part that you like the most. I loved the part where they were talking about love and relationships. It made me think about my own life."
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
Her breasts pushed up and out with her arms around them and I couldn't help but stare.
"Like that part where they talk about how love is blind? That really stuck with me."
I pretended to read from the book that was sitting on the table in front of me.
"Yes, that's a good part," she said as she leaned forward again.