Message-ID: <3317eli$9708250919@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Anndouglas@aol.com Subject: AnnD: Deja Vu - M/F - (3/4) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970824111051_-833199613@emout02.mail.aol.com> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. -DEJA VU- Part Three by Ann Douglas 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * By noon, the temperature had risen to 92. Connie had replaced the light sundress with a once piece bathing suit. After lunch she planned to take a cold dip in the pool. Carrying a tray of finger sandwiches and cold drinks, Connie once more walked outside. Jack was just packing away the last of his tools. He was dirty and sweaty, a condition the older woman found very erotic. "You look like you could use a shower?" Connie said as she placed the tray on the wooden picnic table. Stepping under the shade of the wide yellow umbrella caused the temperature to drop a few degrees. "I'd hate to track all this mess into your house." Jack replied as he stepped up and picked up one of the small bite sized snacks. "Oh you don't have to worry about that." Connie answered as she also nibbled at a sandwich. "There's an outdoor shower over there by the pool shed. You can wash up there." "That's perfect, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said as the last morsel disappeared into his mouth. "If you'll excuse me, I'll wash this muck off before I get it all over your clean chairs." "Certainly, but if we're going to have lunch together, I insist you call me Connie. Mrs. D'Angelo sounds so old." "Ok, Connie it is." Jack smiled. The same devil may care smile she had seen in her dreams. "I'll be right back." Connie tried to not be too obvious as she stole glances in the direction of the pool shed. The small wall around the showerhead only covered the area just below shoulder level down to your knees. She wished she had the nerve to stroll over there for some reason and take a peek. Watching Jack toss his dirty shorts over the wall, Connie felt a warm flush. Five minutes later, Jack stepped out of the shower, clean and fresh. As he walked back to the table, drying his hair with a towel, Connie was surprised that he now wore a pair of red swimming trunks. "I hope you don't mind my borrowing these." He said indicating the shorts. "They were just hanging back there. The fit is a little snug but their a lot more clean that the pair I came with." "Not at all." Connie replied. "They must've been left over from the pool party Jenny had before she left. If no one's claimed them by now, their your's. You look good in them." The reason being, Connie thought to herself, that they were such a snug fit that they very clearly outlined his hidden assets. The two chatted for the next thirty or so minutes. They talked about college and Jack's plans beyond it. He was a business communications major, but he also had a strong interest in music. In fact, he even had a band back at school. It had started out as something to do on weekends. Then it had gown into a passion. "What kind of music do you perform? Connie asked as she finished off her Long Island Ice Tea. "Well you might find this a little strange, but I've got a real love for '50's and very early 60's music." Jack said, the intensity in his eyes lighting up as he spoke about something he really cared about. "All that really great music that got pushed aside by the British Invasion in '63." "Is there really an interest in that old stuff?" Connie asked, genuinely interested. "I would think that it only appealed to old fogies like myself." "No, I mean yes, there's always been some interest." Jack said. "Its funny but of the big hits of the last ten years, most are already forgotten. But some of the hits from 30-40 years ago still draw an audience." "That's really interesting." She said. "Are you any good?" "Well, we've always played to sell out crowds. In fact, if it wasn't for my parents insisting that I come home for the summer, I was thinking of taking the band on tour." "That would seem a better way of making money for school, a lot more fun that swinging a shovel." Connie said. "Definitely, but grandma still controls most of the money and she didn't like the idea of me playing in a band. She says all musicians were useless good for nothings that would never amount to anything." "Didn't you say that your grandfather had been a musician?" Connie asked. "Actually, he was the leader of a group back in the mid-50's. From what my dad says, they really had a chance to make it big. They even played on the same stage once with Little Richard." "What happened to them?" Connie asked, very curious as to what the answer would be. "For some reason he just gave it up right after he married my grandmother. My dad never knew why. And it was pointless to ask grandma, she couldn't say his name without cursing." Jack answered. "They were supposed to make a demo for RCA just before he up and quit. I wish they had, I'd have loved to hear them. They were supposed to be really great." "They were..." Connie said without thinking. "What...?" Jack asked as she looked up. "I mean., I'm sure they were." She corrected herself. "Where you into music when you were that age?" Jack asked. "Oh yes, my girlfriends and I used to go to see all the local groups." "Then maybe you heard them?" Jack said, hopefully that she would say yes and could tell him about the music. "Johnny and the Bluecoats." Connie hesitated for a moment. She was torn between the truth and her interest in this young man. An interest the truth would make all but impossible. "No,...." She said hesitantly. "I'm afraid I can't recall a group by that name." "Oh well." Jack said, disappointment in his voice. "It was a real outside chance at best." Connie felt like a real shit. Especially since among the things that had been in that box she'd opened last night had been a large reel to reel tape of one of the Bluecoats practice sessions. She's used her father's tape recorder to record it. If Vinnie had preserved it as well as everything else, and there was no reason to think he hadn't, then it was still good. Silently, she promised herself that no matter what happened, she would have the tape delivered anonymously to Jack before the week was out. As soon as she could think of a good cover story to go with it. "I was going to take a little dip in the pool." Connie said, changing the subject. "As long as you have the trunks on, why don't you join me. Unless of course you have something else to do?" "No, not really." Jack answered. "Hot as it is, the pool sounds great." Twenty minutes passed as they splashed water at each other and swam the length of the Olympic pool. The ease with which they joked back and forth made the vast age difference between them fade as easily as the water splattered onto the hot patio deck. Connie had just leapt up as high as she could in order to splash him once again when she lost her balance as her foot slipped on the pool floor. Jack quickly grabbed her to keep her from going under. Reacting instinctively, he simply grabbed what would give him the best grip on her. Which in this case, since he was behind her, had been her oversized breasts. When he failed to remove his hands right away after Connie had regained her balance, she turned her head around and said. "I guess I should take this as another compliment?" Jack didn't understand at first, then realized that his hands were still spread out over her cloth covered nipples. He had to admit it felt good. Reluctantly, he was about to remove his hands and make a joke about taking too long when Connie's right hand covered his and held it in place. A sudden sensation beneath the water cause him to slightly jump as Connie's left hand closed on the bulge in his too tight trunks. She smiled as she found it rock hard. "Definitely a compliment." She purred. For once in his life, Jack was speechless. "Well, as I see it, we can look at this two ways." Connie said. "Just chalk it up to an accident and a natural male response to it, or ... we can take it as the indication of a mutual interest and perhaps do something about it." Jack's head was swirling. He still didn't know what to say. Yet at the same time, he made no move to disengage himself. "Perhaps you need just a little more encouragement to help you make up your mind." Connie said as she spun around in his arms and stood face to face. Jack's back was now up against the wall of the pool and there was no place for him to go unless he pushed her out of the way. The uncertain young man watched in fascination as she reached up and pulled down the straps of her swimsuit, letting her prodigious mammaries float free. Jack's mouth dropped opened and his eyes blazed with hunger as he looked down at the large dark aureole and the thick nipples that protruded from the centers. With a broad grin, Connie brought his hands to their previous position, inviting him to feel them without the barrier of the swimsuit. Connie's smile grew to her most radiant as Jack accepted the invitation and began to caress her nipples. She pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. Full of desire, it was definitely not the sort of kiss you expected from someone's grandmother. "Well...that was nice." Connie said as she broke the kiss and floated in Jack's powerful arms. "Would you like to do it right here, or would you rather carry this inside." Jack looked up and around the large yard. A barrier of trees and high shrubs hit them from prying eyes but he really didn't feel comfortable out in the open. And contrary to his earlier performance, he really wasn't that great a swimmer. "Inside if that's ok." He replied. "Of course." Connie grinned as she pulled her suit top back up and climbed out of the pool. Jack followed right behind her. Stepping into the house, Jack felt a sudden chill as he entered the air conditioned environment. Connie felt his hand shake and pulled his body closer to hers. "Don't worry lover, I'll warm you up soon enough." She said as she kissed him once more, this time quickly and softly. As they passed through the living room on the way to her bedroom, Connie saw the open box of mementos from the night before. She was seized by a sudden inspiration. "Let's do it here." She said. "On the floor." By this time, Jack was willing to go along with just about anything Connie suggested. She had taken total control of the situation. Surprisingly, Jack discovered that he kind of liked it that way. In fact, it turned him on. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /