The Parking Lot Lady
I had just finished putting my few groceries in the car, few because there’s just me that sets at my table. I lost my wife to cancer a year ago and am very much alone. I’m mid 50’s but haven’t been able to convince myself that it’s time to get on with life. As I closed my trunk a lady came by pushing a big cart full of stuff and stopped at the car next to mine. Just as she started to put stuff in her car a box of peaches fell off and spilled, rolling peaches everywhere.
“Here, let me help you,” I said and reached down to pick up some. As I did I noticed a little more about this lady. She was probably in her 40’s, somewhat attractive dressed in a man’s shirt and shorts. Her shirt was tied under her very ample breasts and the cleavage was very awesome.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked with a big smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I am so ashamed,” I managed to blurt out.
“Not to worry, I get a lot of stares,” she replied.
“I was so reminded of my late wife. She had beautiful breasts like yours and I so enjoyed time with them.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just said but having said it there was nothing I could do except be more embarrassed.
“My husband enjoyed his time with mine also,” she said. “I take it you have lost your love.”
“Yes, cancer,” I replied. “About a year ago.”
“My husband was killed by a drunk driver two years ago and I still haven’t got over it. I want to thank you for your help and would buy you lunch if you would join me.”
“That would be great,” I replied.
“I need to stop at my place and unload this stuff, then we’ll have lunch. What food do you like?”
I replied, “I usually just have a bowl of soup. Not much of an eater these days.”
“Well I just made a batch of chicken noodle yesterday. Would that be OK?”
“That would be great,” I told her.
“Follow me, it’s not far.”
The next hour was most enjoyable. We unloaded her stuff and she put it away. Then she heated the soup and we have a great conversation over lunch. We more or less put our life on display and I revealed things about me and my life that I had never told anyone. And she did the same. We finished lunch, she cleared the table and then what she did completely blew me away. She came around to my side of the table, untied her shirt releasing her beautiful breasts and rubbed the nipples on my lips. Holding tightly to my head she kept them on my face until I reacted and began massaging, kissing, licking and sucking. Then she stepped back and took my hand.
“You are the first man since my husband died that I have felt completely comfortable with.