At nineteen, I was moved out and in my own sparse apartment. An old couch, a TV and a bed were all I had. My girlfriend wanted to move in soon so I needed to find some furniture.
My mom worked at a bank. The few times I had seen her at work I was proudly introduced to her co-workers, a number of women of varied ages. All were friendly and attractively dressed, and a few were flirty. My mom always joked about how they wanted me to come work there.
Mom called and said one of them had a table and chair set for sale. She gave me the number and said to call her if I was interested. I called on Friday and made arrangements to come see the table the next afternoon. I drove to her apartment and knocked on the door, unsure of which woman was going to answer. I only knew one of them by name and it wasn't her.
The door opened and I was ushered inside. The apartment was older but well-kept and decorated nicely.
"Hi, I'm Evelyn. We met a few times," she said as she offered me her hand.
I shook her hand and smiled, "I remember."
She was a very pretty woman, mid-forties. Average height with a slim build and long brown hair. I remembered her - she had a great ass and a great smile. Dressed in a white t-shirt adorned with the Rolling Stones Lips and tight jeans she looked closer to thirty. I recalled my mom saying she was divorced.
She pointed towards the kitchen area and led me to the table.
"I have a new set coming so I need to sell this set. $100 and you can take it away."
It was nearly new and the perfect size for my place. I pulled out a chair and sat down to try it out.
"Here, have a beer with me," she offered as she opened the fridge.
"Thanks, don't mind if I do," I replied as I took the cold bottle.
She leaned against the counter as we talked, her t-shirt tight across her small breasts. I could not help but look her over. Nice hips, thin waist, slender thighs. Her eyes were a light brown and seemed to shine when she flashed her fabulous smile. She was hot.
"So you have your own place now?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, "nothing as nice as yours though. And I don't have any furniture to speak of."
"I like this place," she said as she gestured around with her hand. "It's bigger than it looks."
"Oh?"
She smiled and reached her hand out to me.
"Come on, I"ll give you the grand tour," she offered.
I took her hand and let her lead me down the hallway, entwining my fingers with hers. I followed along, peeking at her ass as she showed me the large bathroom with a walk-in shower.
"It fits two..." she giggled as she gave me a sly smile.
She took me into the bedroom. A large room with a queen-size bed covered in pillows.
"Nice bed," I commented.
"It's very comfy," she replied, "and it doesn't squeak."
"I could make it squeak..." I said quietly, unsure if she heard me.
She flashed me a big smile, "I'll bet you could."
With a little laugh, she led me back to the kitchen. I finished my beer and gave her the money from my wallet.
"Thanks," she said with a big smile.
We stood looking at each other. Her eyes were brighter and she seemed a little flushed. I felt warm and noticed my heart beating faster. My cock started swelling as she looked into my eyes and suddenly the room felt hot, filled with sexual tension.
Without a word she was on me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled herself up and kissed me hard, mashing her lips into mine. I kissed her back as I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. It was a frenzy of motion as she pulled away and stripped her t-shirt off. I pulled mine off and leaned down to her small breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth as her hands ran through my hair and pulled my face into her chest.