Jennifer's Robe Ch. 01

"Think that's enough for two sandwiches?" she asked.

Chris' eyes snapped up to her face. It took a second or two for him to process her words. "Uh, yeah, that's... perfect," he said as his eyes glanced back to her exposed cleavage.

"Great." Jennifer went to the sink and washed off the cutting board and knife. Chris collected the bread from the toaster put them on two plates. Jennifer took hers and began picking what she wanted on her sandwich. With each reach she would lean this way and that, her motion shifting the soft pliable fabric making it looser and looser around her rocking tits. Chris could barely concentrate. He had frozen in place for so long a glob of mayo dripped off his knife onto the counter. Jennifer noticed the glob than looked up at Chris who was still in a hypnotic state. She looked at his eyes and followed his gaze down to her half exposed breasts. She rolled her eyes and closed the open robe with a tug her fingers.

A shock went through Chris when he saw her hand quickly deny him the beautiful image he had been so transfixed on. He looked up and was greeted by Jennifer half glaring; half smirking with a raised eyebrow. "Enjoy the show?" she asked.

"Uh...." Chris' tongue was paralyzed. She'd caught him red handed and there was no way he could bullshit his way out of it. The only word that came to his lips was, "Sorry."

Jennifer snickered. "That doesn't answer my question. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Well, uh... yeah... but I... I didn't mean to... I mean, I..."

"You didn't mean to what? You saying you don't like titties?"

"No, I mean, yeah I do. I just didn't mean to stare at yours," Chris said.

"Why not? Mine aren't good enough to stare at?" she asked. She had her hand on her hip in mock insult. She was enjoying watching him squirm.

"No, no, they are, I just...." Chris felt like an idiot. "I'm just going to stop talking before I make an even bigger ass out of myself."

"Mmmm hmm. That might be wise." Jennifer picked up her plate, turned and headed back to her room. She couldn't let him think he could just peek at her whenever he saw the opportunity, even though she knew he'd probably try. He was 22 after all. Still, she hadn't seen a man stare at her like that in a very long while. A crooked little smile slowly appeared on her face. She walked out of the kitchen giving her hips a little more of a swing, knowing full well Chris had his eyes glued to her ass.

* * * * *

Jennifer pulled the pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass. She needed a break from surfing the internet looking for a job. Everything was now done over the web, companies didn't want to see or hear from you unless they had a job available, and even then they wanted you to fill out an application and than send a resume by eMail. That was where the problem lay for her, her resume was pathetic, at best. She'd met her husband (soon to be ex) not long after college. She had an entry level position at a marketing consulting firm and was already making a name for herself professionally. That was when she met Lucas. He was working for a client that her company had and she had been assigned to his department. The two began innocently flirting with each other over the course of two months and when the job ended for Jennifer he finally asked her to dinner. That turned into a two year romance, than a year and a half engagement, and a nearly thirteen year marriage. Lucas made so much money it became unnecessary for Jennifer to work. That was what was coming back to bite her in the ass. She hadn't worked since she was 28/29, hadn't kept up on any of the changes in the market enough to make her a viable job candidate to any firm. So where did that leave her? Looking for customer service positions in computer or sales firms or telemarketing; Jennifer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Maybe she should seriously consider that joke Courtney made about her stripping again. She made damn good money at it in college and it paid for all five years of school for her; but who'd want to see a 41 year old woman take her clothes off for money.

Well... Chris probably would, she was pretty sure of that.

She took a sip of her iced tea. It was home brew that Chris made. She had to admit, it was great living in the same house with a chef... and damn could this kid cook. He was having kind of the same trouble she was having, no luck in the job market. The difference was that he was 22, young, fresh, and optimistic with his entire future ahead of him. While she... didn't. Christ, she had to stop talking like that before she ended up slicing her wrists.

Where was Chris anyway? She hadn't seen him since this morning. Right on queue she heard a splash out in the backyard. Jennifer peered out the window and her jaw dropped a little at the sight climbing out of the pool. Tan, tall, and in that casually athletic shape a 22 year old guy should be in, Chris stepped up the pool stairs, water dripping off his toned frame. She had expected him to have a bit more meat on him from all the tasting he must do for his profession and from the loose fitting clothes he usually wore, it was actually quite the opposite. He wasn't skinny; his shoulders were broad the way a man's should be with thick arms that didn't have that gross over muscled look. Jennifer never did understand the fascination some women had with the gorilla look. He didn't have the six-pack washboard abs but his stomach was flat and toned. Jennifer had been around gym bodies most of her adult life and could recognize one at a glance. Chris had a body that a man gets from hard manual labor, like the landscaper her and her husband used; Sergio, God she could stare at him all day, and sometimes did.

Jennifer watched Chris walk over to the diving board and spring into the pool, his arms outstretched to spear into the water. He reminded her of some of the guys she used to fuck in college.

'Jesus, girl, what's wrong with you? That's your best friend's kid. Never mind the fact you're old enough to be his mother,' she thought. But, the way he looked at her, it gave her such a high, and there really wasn't anything wrong with looking. He enjoyed it and so did she, so where was the harm? Besides, she'd been at the computer all day, and earned a little break. 'Maybe I'll join him for a swim. It could be a good opportunity to get to know him better, chat a little.'

Jennifer ran upstairs and almost jumped out of her clothes than rifled through her drawers to find her white bikini, the one she wore the first day she came here. She ran a brush through her hair and brushed her teeth really quickly. She stopped just as she was about to go out. She couldn't go like this, it would look too eager. She went back in and grabbed her white Terry cloth robe, the one she loved wearing as soon as she came out of the shower. It was kind of hot outside, but the way he reacted to her black silk robe would definitely make it worth while. She tied the robe around her waist and opened the top just enough to show off her cleavage. At 41 her girls had a little sag to them, but they still looked full and round. Mostly because she hadn't had any kids and still worked out. Her tummy had a little bulge to it, but not bad, she'd actually been told it looked sexy. Looks like those crunches she hated so much paid off.

"Okay," she said and took one last look in the mirror. "Let's go make a 22 year old guy horny."

* * * * *

Chris loved the feeling of swimming underwater, even though he was deprived of air the feeling of the water enveloping him just felt safe. He'd read somewhere that humans had a hard-wired love of being submerged because it reminded them of the womb. He guessed it made sense. Truth be told he never gave it much thought, he just knew he loved swimming underwater.

He could feel his lungs start to tighten and swam up from the bottom of the deep end. As he got closer to the surface he could see a blurry white image standing by the edge of the pool. He closed his eyes as he broke the surface and wiped his face than grabbed the edge of the pool. The first thing he focused on was a pretty little foot with red painted toenails in a white high heeled sandal. He followed it up to a naked mid-thigh that disappeared inside a white robe. Further up he was greeted by a generously exposed cleavage and the beautiful face of Jennifer.

"There you are, I haven't seen you all day. I was wondering where you went." She stood at the edge of the pool, almost posing with her hand on her hip. Her red hair seemed to frame her face and cascade down her shoulders to rest on her huge tits. "How's the water?"

Chris had to almost shake himself out of the trance she seemed to so naturally put him under. "Uh... it's nice. A little bit of a shock when you first get in, but not bad."

"Think I'll join you. I need a break from that computer." Jennifer headed off toward the diving board with that sexy little swing to her walk. It was just enough to grab your attention and lock your eyes right on those two curvaceous ass cheeks as they twitched and shook up and down with each step. Chris was trying so hard not to be obvious about staring at her, but it was blatantly obvious that she wanted his eyes directly on her and no where else. When she got to the diving board she pulled the tie on her robe allowing it to fall open and remained there for a few seconds to let Chris take her in. She peeled back first the left side than the right and revealed her deliciously voluptuous body to her one man audience. She looked like a Greek goddess in a white designer bikini. As she kicked off her sandals and climbed onto the diving board she stretched her arms over her head and bowed her back a little pushing her tits out further. Chris' cock jumped to rock hard solidity in a matter of seconds. Jennifer took a few running steps that made those two glorious boobs shake and jump than dove into the water. If Chris hadn't been in the water he would've fallen to his knees in numb fascination.

When Jennifer emerged from the water, her hair perfectly straight back, Chris' jaw almost hit the pool floor; Jennifer had a nipple slip.

"Whoo, that is a bit of a shock at first," she said. Chris knew she wasn't lying, her nipple was as hard as a pebble, dark pink and a large round areola. She let herself sink back down under the water to her neck and ran her fingers under the straps around her neck and down to the cups straightening her top out in that instinctive way girls in bikini's did.

Jennifer looked at Chris and held back her smirk at how dumbfounded he looked. She had his absolute attention. It made her feel so sexy, and so alive. That was one of the big reasons she used to strip in college. Sure the money was awesome and she never wanted for anything, but when she got up on that runway and the music started playing, and all eyes were on her, there was no other high on earth that could compare to it. Her husband used to stare at her like that, for the first five years of their marriage, than his eyes found other things to look at, the same 23 year old thing he started sticking his dick into.

"So... umm... how's the job search?" Chris asked.

She smiled at his attempt to make conversation. "Not what I expected. Looking for a job is so cold and impersonal now. Everything is done on the computer. It's like no one wants any human contact." Jennifer swam to the shallow end near Chris and rested her back against the side of the pool.

"Yeah my mom said that when she changed jobs. At least the restaurant business isn't like that. If they're really busy, they won't have time to post jobs on the internet. You want a job go in and ask them," Chris said.

"That's what I'm talking about. Maybe, I should work in a restaurant, be a waitress or a bartender to make some money."

"Nah, waitresses get treated like shit and bartending isn't as easy as you think. It's almost as involved as being a chef in some places." Chris climbed up the pool stairs and headed to a little cooler by one of the lounge chairs. "Want a beer?"

Jennifer smiled. 'Maybe this will go better than I thought,' she thought. "Sure," she said. "I've got to do something," she said after a sip. "I can't sponge off your mom forever," she said.

"Well, what about what my mom said, go back to your old job," Chris said.

"There aren't a lot of jobs out there for some one with a marketing degree that hasn't been used in almost twenty years," Jennifer said. she stood up a bit more and stretched her arms out on the sides of the pool, her tits floating on the surface of the water making them look even fuller, if that was possible.

"Umm, no, I mean your old job, in college," Chris said. He took a pull from his beer to take the attention off his cheeks starting to flush a little.

"Oh, that job," she said and arched her eyebrow at him. "Did that surprise you to hear that I used to be a stripper?"

"Well," Chris' face was getting redder. "It wasn't what I was expecting to hear. Sorry."

"For what? I have nothing to be ashamed of. I had a job I made great money at, I had the brains to keep myself out of the trouble a lot of the other girls got into, and I had the body to do it with," she said.

"I'd say you still do," Chris said. He almost had a heart attack when he brain registered what he said.

Jennifer cocked her head to the side. "You think so?"

Chris nodded. He swore if his face got any hotter the water around him would start boiling.

"Thanks," she smiled. "But, I don't think a lot of gentlemen's clubs would have use for a 41 year old stripper."

"I don't know. A lot of guys are into the older woman thing." Chris looked away, pathetically attempting to look non-chalant.

"Yeah, I've heard. So, what are saying? Would I qualify as a M.I.L.F.?" she asked.

"Umm... no, not a M.I.L.F., you don't have any kids, so it's kind of impossible to be a M.I.L.F. in your case," Chris said.

"I suppose you're right." Jennifer couldn't help but feel a little deflated.

"I think you'd fall more into the category of Cougar," he said.

"A what?" Jennifer asked.

"A cougar; a woman who goes for guys who are fifteen to twenty years younger than her, that is if you went for guys that much younger than you," he said.

"Well, I might. He'd have to have the things I find attractive," she said.

"Well... uh... what do you find attractive on a guy," Chris' heart was pounding away in his chest. He liked how this conversation was going and started to wonder what direction it was going to head.

"Why do you want to know? You know a guy who might strike an old Cougar like me as attractive?"

"Maybe, I don't know, I thought we were just talking," he said.

A devilish little grin spread across Jennifer's face. "Well, if we're just talking, I guess I like a guy who's fit."

"Oh, you're into the whole Brad Pitt, wash board abs type," Chris said.

"No, no, I don't mean chiseled. Most guys who put that much time into sculpting their bodies are either gay or completely narcissistic. No, I mean fit. You know, strong, aren't afraid of work or getting his hands dirty, and doesn't get winded after running ten yards. I like a guy to look like a guy, not a wad of silly putty. I don't really care about hair color or stupid shit like that, just as long s he looks like a nice piece of man," she said.

"And he'd have to be hung like Ron Jeremy, right?" Chris said.

Jennifer laughed. "You've been hanging around too many party girls."

"Well, every girl I know kept saying they need a guy with at least seven or eight inches to really feel good,"

"Well, they're way off. Let me tell you something about cock," she said.

Chris' knees almost gave out. He was not expecting his mom's friend to throw out the word cock. He also couldn't believe how sexy it sounded when it spilled past her lips.

Jennifer giggled at his shock. "What, you've never heard a grown woman say cock?"

Chris shook his head.

She took another sip of her beer. "Length doesn't mean a thing. It could be nine inches long and just feel like someone poking you in the stomach. It's width that does it," she said.

"Oh, yeah?" Chris perked up at that.

"Mmmm hmmm. We used to say back when I danced. If it ain't thick, it ain't worth shit," she said.

Chris laughed at that. "Well, I guess that gives hope to a lot of guys."

"Why have you gotten complaints from some of your girls," she asked.

"Uh... no, no!" Chris couldn't believe she asked that. "I'm just saying if more girls thought that way, guys wouldn't be so worried about their length, especially if it's thickness that satisfies women."

"Maybe, but even if it's nice and thick, if you don't know how to use it, you're only half way there," she said.

Chris nodded at that than took another sip from his bottle. "So were you a popular girl at the club where you danced?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, you said you made good money. I've always heard that the more popular girls are the ones who get the most cash thrown at them. So, I'm going to guess you were pretty popular," he said.

"I had my fans and a few regulars," she shrugged than emptied her bottle. "I'm going to get another one." Jennifer stood up and stepped right in front of Chris. "You want?"

All Chris saw were a pair of huge tits staring him directly in the face, coupled with those two words, he had to fight the instinct to grab her and bury his face between them. Instead he polished off his beer. "Yeah, sure," he said.

Jennifer climbed out of the pool. The weight of the water on her suit made her bottoms slide down a little showing the top of her ass cleavage. Chris' eyes zeroed in on that spectacular little cleft like a sniper finding his target. Jennifer reached a hand back and pulled it up, than glanced back at Chris with a knowing smile. She still walked with that sexy sway to her hips that made each ass cheek twitch with metronome timing. As she came back with two beer bottles Chris was again mesmerized by her two rocking tits that danced slightly with each step. She couldn't help but grin as he watched her, this time without even attempting to hide the lust in his eyes.

"Christ, you must have been something when you danced," he blurted out. The beer was making him a lot ballsier. "Do you think all your regulars remember you?"

Jennifer climbed down the stairs into the water, and stood in from of Chris at her full height, her tits level with his face. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at her. "Trust me, honey, if you saw me, you'd remember me," than handed him his beer.

Chris' mouth went completely dry. He grabbed the beer and chugged half the bottle.

Jennifer settled in next to him in the water. "So, now it's your turn. What do you like about a woman? What gets you going?"

"Umm... well. I'm not too different from most guys. I guess," he said.

"That really doesn't tell me much," she said. "Okay, are you a leg man, ass man, breast man, as if I needed to even ask?"

Chris smiled and looked away like a fifteen year old who got caught looking at a playboy. "Why are you blushing? You're a normal 22 year old man," she said turning his face back to him with her fingertips. "You're supposed to like tits, you're hardwired for it."

"Well, there's a lot to like about you," he said.

Jennifer splashed him playfully, and then sighed in mock exasperation. "I guess I can't argue with you there... jerk. So, is it just that simple for you, a big pair of tits and you're hooked?"

"No, no, I'm not that two dimensional. A girl doesn't just have to have huge tits for me to like her. I guess you could say I like a curvy balance. I'm not really into skinny women, they need to have curves to them. To me that's what makes a woman a woman, especially if she has an hourglass figure." Chris took another drink from his beer.