Seconds after I knocked on Enid's door, I heard the deadbolt turning and the security chain rattling loose. I already had a friendly smile pasted on my face.

"Hank!" my neighbor greeted me in her sweet, lilting voice. "It's wonderful to see you. Come in, come in!"

I'd never been in Enid's apartment before. She lived in the upstairs unit of our duplex building, while I rented the space downstairs. Looking around now, I noticed her place was spotless. Immediately, I set about removing my sneakers. 

"How are you doing, Enid?" I asked the elderly woman. As usual, she was primly dressed in a blouse and slacks. Her feet were bare, and I saw that she'd painted her toenails a delicate pearl color. The shade wasn't much different from that of her silvery hair, which she always pulled back in a neat bun.

"Oh, I'm just fine," she said. "Can I get you something to drink? It's awfully warm outside."

"Actually, I need to discuss something with you." Lingering near the door, I nervously shifted my weight from one socked foot to the other. "Uh, just a little while ago, Paisley—my girlfriend—"

"I've seen her coming and going from your apartment." Enid gave me a playful wink. "She's a beautiful girl."

My smile probably appeared more as a grimace now. "I'm crazy about her, that's for sure. But when she was heading out earlier, she, um, accidentally bumped your car."

Enid's blue eyes widened a little. I rushed on, eager to reassure her. "It's just a small dent, nothing major. You know that tiny parking area can be tricky; it's a tight squeeze."

"I've never had any problem with it." Enid strode to the window, as if she could look down and spot the damage to her vehicle.

"We're both really sorry," I told her.

Well, I was sorry. Sorry enough for both me and Paisley. My girlfriend had rolled her eyes when I stopped her from leaving after she hit Enid's car. I knew Paisley wasn't going to clear it, and while standing in the grass, I'd jumped up and down and waved my arms, trying to get her attention.

That only led her to blame me for the accident. 

"Why were you carrying on like that?" she snapped. "I would have been fine if you hadn't distracted me!" 

Paisley had reluctantly gotten out, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulders as she went to inspect the damage. "Her car's a piece of shit, anyway," she said. "The old lady won't even notice another scratch."

"I have to tell her!" I protested. 

Paisley looked at me like I was an idiot. "Fine, you deal with it. I'm gonna be late for work."

So here I was, standing in Enid's living room, dealing with it. When my neighbor asked me to show her the dent, I readily agreed. She was surprisingly agile following me down the steps toward the building's main door. I guessed Enid was in her early seventies, but being a senior citizen hadn't slowed her down much.

I pointed out the spot Paisley had left on the vehicle. Leaning forward, Enid braced her palms on her knees, then made a regretful sound.

"I'm really sorry," I repeated. "If you tell me what you think is fair, I'll pay for the damage. I'm kind of short on cash right now, but maybe we could work out a payment plan..."

She straightened up, her expression grim. "Well, Hank, I'll need to get an estimate. I have no idea how much the repair will cost."

Those words made my stomach go into freefall. God only knew how much the estimate would be. And Paisley was right; the car had plenty of other dings and scratches. It was ridiculous that Enid wouldn't let me pay her a few hundred bucks so we could be done with this.

My mind raced ahead, wondering how I'd make rent next month. Money was always tight, as I was twenty years old and working a full-time job that paid shitty wages.

Maybe Enid saw the distress on my face, for she suddenly gave my arm a comforting pat.

"Come on back upstairs, and we'll have a talk," she said.

Moments later, I was back in her apartment, with my shoes off yet again. She went to the couch and sat down, then gestured for me to take a seat next to her. I quickly did so, anxious to keep her happy.  

Turning toward me, she gave my body a long look. I started squirming as her stare moved from my face all the way down to my feet.

"You know, Hank," she said, her voice lower than I'd ever heard it, "I think you're a very handsome young man."

The compliment made me brighten somewhat. "Well, thank you, Enid." I was tall and had a strong build; Paisley often said that my large brown eyes and dark curls could charm the pants off of any woman. I wasn't above using my charm on Enid.

She placed her palm on my thigh. I expected her to give me another grandmotherly pat, but this time, she left her hand right where it was. I could feel the heat of her skin through my jeans.

Then her hand started sliding upward. All the while, her eyes stayed locked with mine.

I gasped when she grazed my groin. 

"I believe you and I can work something out," she said.

My mouth dropped open, and I stared, completely dumbfounded, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Enid?" I finally managed to croak. "What are you..."

"I'll forget all about an estimate, and you can pay me five hundred dollars for the damage," she said, her fingers working nimbly. Soon, I was given a glimpse of her plain white bra. "That is, if you're willing to make me feel good."

I stared at her bare chest, and the ample cleavage created by her bra. She had a rather plump frame, and her breasts clearly reflected that. Her skin had the crepey appearance of a woman in her seventies. 

"It's been a long time since a man has given me sexual pleasure," she revealed while shrugging out of the blouse. 

I continued gaping at her, incredulous that she was sitting next to me without her top on. 

"Since my husband died ten years ago, I haven't even gone out on a date. No one could ever replace him, you see." She reached behind her to unclasp the bra. "But I do have needs, difficult as that may be for you to believe."

I was breathing faster, the air entering and leaving my lungs in a noisy rush. I couldn't let Enid show me her tits. I had to stop this somehow.

"Wait!" The alarm in my voice made Enid grow still. "I'm flattered, I really am, but I can't cheat on Paisley."

Enid lifted a neatly plucked eyebrow. "I wouldn't consider this cheating, Hank. You're doing her a favor, aren't you? After all, she's the one who hit my car."

Swallowing hard, I pressed a hand to my forehead. "Can't we just... come up with some other arrangement?"

My neighbor's smile grew sly. When she unhooked the bra and let it hang loose from her shoulders, I immediately averted my stare.

"Look at me," she demanded in a quiet voice.

I let out a shuddering sigh, then turned my face toward her once more. She acted like some burlesque performer, slithering out of that bra. God help me, I couldn't resist glancing at her pendulous breasts. Gravity had taken its toll, and her nipples pointed toward her stomach. Those peaks were a soft pink, the areolas quite large. 

Enid cast the bra aside and then gathered her breasts in her hands, so her nipples were aimed directly at me. "All you need to do is suck my titties." She actually giggled while giving her breasts a shake. "Just put your head down on my lap and make me feel like a sexy woman for a little while."

An involuntary groan escaped me. To my horror, I felt my dick twitch in my jeans. I told myself there was no way I could be turned on by a woman my grandma's age. It was just the illicit, forbidden sight of her tits that got me a little hard. They were pale, with the veins easily visible under her skin, but they were bigger than Paisley's.

Much bigger.

"Five hundred if I suck on your tits?" I whispered.

Enid nodded. "Come on and make yourself comfortable."

Tentatively, I lay down, resting my head in her lap. This was nothing, I tried to assure myself. Hell, I was still fully dressed.

As soon as I was settled, she brought her right nipple to my mouth. Gazing up at her, I parted my lips.

At first, I was hesitant. Shame made me feel sick inside, and I punished myself by imagining how Paisley would react if she knew I was doing this.

Enid wove her fingers through my hair. "Come on, Hank, you can do better than that!" 

I drew more of her breast in my mouth, latching on firmly. I heard her faint moan when I began suckling. Her nipple hardened against my tongue, and I felt my erection straining against my jeans. This was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn't deny that I found the act both arousing and relaxing. It was deeply satisfying to lie there and suck on that large tit.

Breathing in, I caught the scent of something floral. Her perfume, or maybe hand lotion. Soon, I was grasping her tit and flicking my tongue over her nipple, then sucking it deep into my mouth. 

"That's a good boy," she praised me. "Mmm, you like that?"

I made an affirmative sound. Without thinking, I allowed my free hand to drift to my crotch. I needed to adjust myself, as I'd grown painfully hard.

"Ooh, you are enjoying yourself!" Enid laughed low and soft. "Do you want me to help you with that?"

My dick was throbbing, aching to be free. When she caressed it through my jeans, I let out my own moan, though it was muffled by her breast. Her nipple was pliant against my tongue, having grown elongated from all my attention.

Finally, I let her tit slip free so I could unbutton and unzip my jeans. In no time, I had my dick out, and I couldn't resist giving myself a few strokes.

"My, my, that is a nice cock!" Enid murmured. 

Lifting my head, I watched as she swept her fingers over my tip. It was little more than a graze, a mere tease, but it made my hips buck.

I didn't try to stop her from playing with my dick. She had a gentle touch, but when her nails ever so softly trailed along the underside of my shaft, I started leaking precum.

"I bet you never dreamed you could get a hard-on for a woman my age!" Enid teased.

Instead of answering, I took both her breasts in my hands and pushed the nipples close together. Eagerly, I set about suckling them at the same time. In her excitement, Enid cried out, then moved her hand faster up and down my shaft.

"You're in luck," she said through shallow breaths. 

Those words grabbed my attention, and I paused my pleasuring long enough to ask, "How so?"

"I'm willing to take just three hundred for the damage your girlfriend caused," Enid informed me. "If..."

I gazed up at her, my eyes hopeful. 

She licked her lips, then smiled. "If you're willing to eat my pussy."