You sat nestled in Maryann’s cleavage as she chain smoked on the drive. It was mostly silent, her occasionally humming hymns. Her skin had that “too much time in the tanning bad look,” and it showed her age, but was much softer than you expected. The faint scent of lavender made you sleepy..
She pulled into a driveway in a nice residential area, full of single level homes that looked like a retirement community. She cut the car off and climbed out.
“My husband thought I’d never make it on a bank teller’s salary when he ran off with that floozy. But guess what? I have 103 women under me in my essential oil sales group. Once I hit platinum elite manager the checks started rolling in,” she giggled, opening the door.
“So you live here alone?” You asked.
“My 24 year old daughter Cassie lives here when she’s not out of town for work,” she replied. “She’s getting her doctorate in anthropology and is not home often.”
Maryann made her way into the bedroom and stripped down to her panties and bra. She lit a cigarette and let it dangle from her lips and stopped in front of a full length mirror. As she looked herself up and down, pleased, you took her in as well. Her large, plump belly hung down over her panties, which you could tell housed a large mound of pubic hair. Her body was definitely not one that turned heads.
“I’ll DoorDash us some dinner,” she said, taking a drag of her cigarette. She continued to talk as smoke poured out of her mouth. “I have quite a few credits on there, I don’t stand for ineptitude.”
Great. She really was a Karen.
“That way we can get to know each other little pet,” she cooed, making her way out of the bedroom. She plopped down on the couch, and scrolled through the DoorDash app occasionally taking drags from her cigarette.
“Pizza sound good?”
“Sure, I love pizza. Any toppings.”
This seemed to please her as she placed the order. She sat her phone down on the arm of the couch and snuffed out her cigarette on an ashtray beside of it. Her thumb and forefinger easily lifted you from her cleavage. She held you up in front of her face.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man in the house,” she said, her eyes flashing a rather coy look and her mouth shifting to a sly smile.
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