A year ago I moved to a new city for a job. I tried to find a place to rent before moving, but I couldn’t find a solid place, so I was forced to Airbnb it up for the first month. I found a fairly cheap room with a retired married couple who welcomed long-term visitors. The woman, Lisa, was 51-years-old and worked in “tech” when she was younger. She never said exactly what it was that she did, but whatever it was, she made a lot of money doing it. She and her husband Brian were able to retire in their 40s.
Lisa was 5’5 and she looked her age. I’m sure you wanted me to say, “She had an incredible body. She looked like Jennifer Aniston!” but no, Lisa carried a few extra pounds. She had wrinkles and while her tits were rather large, they were no longer perky. During my month inside her home, she’d often be inside her “art studio” wearing a large t-shirt. It was clear she never wore a bra. And even though she was 25-years-older than me and was pretty standard-looking, I caught myself looking at her several times. Something about the way her big tits moved underneath her shirt. They looked soft and inviting, even though they sagged a bit.