I was 19 when I spent summer with Irene. She was a friend of my mom’s and had suggested I come stay with her for a couple of weeks. She knew that I was stressed about my life and thought I could use the peace and quiet.
I had known Irene for years, but never thought of her as anything more than a family friend. She was about twice my age, not old enough for wrinkles but you could certainly tell her age. She had an average body, with a butt that was a little too big and breasts that were small and unassuming. I was at least a head taller than her.
Irene had a small cottage in the woods without any immediate neighbors. Apart from the bathroom it consisted only of one room with a small kitchen area, a TV area and a bed which Irene used. I slept on the sofa.
Naturally we would see a lot of each other. In the evenings she always changed into a long nightgown. If I was present, and I most often was, she would only turn her back to me while she took off everything but her bottom, slipped on her nightie and then removed her underwear.