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Deja Vu by Ann Douglas (mf) 7/10
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Deja Vu - (07/10) - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:15:07 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
only ask that you reply by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann Douglas.
-DEJA VU-
Part Seven
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
Eventually, the water began to cool and Connie lifted herself
out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the
marble tub and onto the carpeted floor. She retrieved a large
batch towel from the wall bar and began to dry herself.
Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples.
Connie stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself
in the bathroom's full length mirror.
For a woman of 54, Connie D'Angelo had little to complain
about as far as her body was concerned. 5'7", she still
weighed pretty much the same as she did after Angela was born.
Oh there were certainly more wrinkles, but far fewer than she
had seen on other women of her age. Her large breasts sagged
some but that had to be expected. It wasn't like she expected
to be a firm trim teenager all her life. In fact, the extra
pounds she had gained over the years gave her a more full
figured look that she actually enjoyed. Her nipples were dark
and attractive against her very white skin, it had been many
years since she had sunbathed topless. Her stomach was
reasonably trim with her weight distributed pretty evenly
around her body.
In fact, if someone had to guess her age by just looking, she
didn't think she was being too egotistical by thinking they
would say mid to late forties.
In fact, the only thing that the woman really disliked about
the image reflected back to her was the grayness of the small
triangle between her legs. Once, many years ago, she had let
one of the more discreet beauticians attempt to color that
gray as well. Her skin in that area had proved to be much
too sensitive and had produced a small but painful chemical
burn. That had been the end of that idea.
There had also been a time when she
considered shaving it off completely. Then that idea also
flew out the window when she saw a 50 year old at the spa who
had done just that. Connie decided it was the most ridiculous
thing she had ever seen. A grandmother looking as bare as a
pre-teen girl. The final compromise had been to just keep it
as closely trimmed as she did now.
Finishing drying herself off and taking care of her daily
toiletries, Connie walked into the bedroom, still stark naked.
That was one of the advantages of living alone, she didn't
have to worry about such things as false modesty.
The weather report had called for another warm day, rising up
to the mid 80's. From the warm breeze coming through the
large bay window, Connie figured they were being conservative
in their prediction.
Selecting a light sundress and laying it out on the bed,
Connie reached into her dresser for a clean bra and panties.
The panties were white and rather plain, but these days she
selected them for comfort rather than how they looked. Not
that she didn't have a few special pairs in the bottom draw
that she saved for special occasions.
Like the panties, her bra was designed more for function than
form. But surprisingly combined the best of both. When she
donned the light green dress and looked in the mirror, she had
a very ample view of the valley between her breasts.
"Might as well give young Mr. Ross a good view ." She
laughed.
A noise from outside the window drew her to it and she looked
down into the backyard. Standing there among a pile of patio
blocks and sand was a rather tall and tanned, muscular young
man. He was stripped to the waist and clad only in a pair of
cut offs and sneakers.
From the look of the patio, the boy must've come earlier
while Connie was in the bath had getting no reply to the bell,
gone right to work. She had to admire his dedication. The
work looked like it was almost finished.
"Well I'd better get down there." Connie thought.
She stopped by the kitchen, making a large ice tea. If that
young man had been working out there in the hot sun for any
amount of time, she was sure he'd appreciate it.
"Good morning!" She said as she stepped out the back door
onto the patio.
The dark and curly haired young man reacted to her voice and
turned. A wide smile filled his face. Taken aback by his
youthful sweat covered form, it took a second for Connie to
realize she knew the worker.
"Hi there, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said, his smile growing
broader.
"Jack?" She replied, surprised to see the face of Jack
Marziatto.
"I hope I didn't wake you with all the noise." Jack said.
"Ross got sick and asked me to take his place. I was glad for
the work. The only thing was that he forgot to tell me what
time he was supposed to come by."
Connie didn't hear a word he said. She was too busy looking
him over from head to toe. It was almost like Johnny had
come back to life new, and improved.
"So I took a chance and came by about nine. When I got no
answer, I figured you might be sleeping in. So I started work
and tried to keep it as quiet as possible."
Jack stopped when he realized that Mrs. D'Angelo was staring
at him. He wondered if she was angry because he had started
the work without talking to her first.
"Mrs. D'Angelo?" He asked.
"Oh, sorry." Connie replied, snapping out of her fog. "You
were saying?"
"I said I hope I didn't wake you."
"Oh no, of course not." She said, her face genuinely
beaming. "I admire a young man who gets right in there and
gets the job done. And from what I can see, you're just about
done already."
"About another hour or so." Jack answered. "I was just about
to take a little breather."
"Oh, this is your you." Connie said, finally remembering the
ice tea in her hand. "When I saw you out here working, I
thought you could use it. Unless you'd like a beer or
something?"
"No, ice tea is fine." Jack said as he took the glass.
"Thank you."
Connie watched in fascination as he drained the tall glass in
one continuous gulp. A small drop of tea splashed across his
chin. She watched enthralled as it slid down his neck and
continued across his well developed Pecs.
"That was good, Mrs. D'Angelo" The
athlete said as he drained the last drops and handed back the
glass. "Thank you again."
"It was the least I could do." Connie replied. "Tell you
what, since you're probably going to be here about lunch time,
why don't I fix us both a little something. That is if you
don't mind eating with an old lady?"
"That'd be fine." He replied as he held the shoved in his
hand. "And I'd hardly consider you old. In fact, when Jenny
introduced you last week I was really surprised that you were
her grandmother."
"Oh really," Connie laughed. "Let me guess. You thought we
were sisters, just like that old TV commercial."
"Well, no." Johnny answered. "Actually I thought you
might've been her mother. The way the two of you had been
chatting and all. You definitely don't fit the image what most
people think of as a grandmother."
"I'll think you're a talented liar," She retorted. "But I'll
take that as a compliment just as well."
Connie grinned, showing that she hadn't been serious about
him being a liar. True be told, she was very flattered. She
had been only 38 when Jenny had been born, she could've been
her mother. In many ways, she had been.
"Well let me let you get back to work." Connie concluded and
headed back into the house.
Jack had watched her walk back across the patio to the
kitchen. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed him checking out her
tits. The college boy had always had a fascination with large
breasts and the fact that this pair belonged to a woman a
great deal older than him really didn't make a lot of
difference.
Most of the guys back at the Gamma Tau Ceti fraternity
wouldn't thought there was something really weird about that.
After all, who'd want to look at some old lady when there were
all those 18 and 19 year old coeds bouncing around. There was
a time that Jack would've agreed with them. But that was
before he'd had a short affair with the landlady of the house
he stayed in before he pledged Gamma Tau.
Except for an impressive chest, she wasn't really a whole lot
to look at. Just a rather ordinary looking, divorced, 41 year
old. Jack couldn't even remember how it really started. They
were just talking one night and one thing led to another. At
first, they both were embarrassed to have wound up in bed with
each other. That soon faded. She had taught him things that
none of those coeds would learn for many years. Stripped of
all the stupid mind games, it'd been the most incredible sex
he'd ever had. So good in fact, that he was a little
reluctant to move out and into the frat house. But she had
insisted. What they'd had been great, but it was only a
transitory thing. He had to move on.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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