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Betty

I’ve always been attracted to mature women. Even as a young man. Though, to be honest, I can find something to like about most women.

In my early teens our family moved to Lauderdale By The Sea, a small town at the North end of Ft. Lauderdale. it’s about a mile long and is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean and the Intracoastal Water Way.

Our house was about two blocks from the beach. Not a bad way to grow up. In those days we wore cut off jeans for swimming, and mine rarely dried out during the Summer. We were either at the beach or somebody’s pool almost every day.

This particular Summer I had a girlfriend, sort of. It was the early seventies and terms like “open relationship” were being used. The girl in question, Sarah, didn’t like it much, but as far as I was concerned, the fact that she was eager to have sex with me any time I wanted didn’t mean I had an obligation.

Matter of fact, her family was a lot more interesting than she was. Her Mother and Step Father were two of the most charismatic people I’ve met to this day. There was a constant social buzz going on at their house.

Her family were what Florida natives call “snow birds”. They’d migrated to South Florida from Chicago. They had lots of stories about Chicago Winters. I wondered why they’d stayed as long as they had.

Sarah’s Mom’s best friend from Chicago, Betty and her husband had also moved South. They had a condo on the Intracoastal Waterway. The two families got together often. This particular evening it was at Betty’s condo, and i was invited along.

Betty’s husband (his name escapes me) was usually out of town. He probably still had business interests in Chicago. But the result was that Betty was left to her own devices most of the time. She spent her time at the condo in Florida and he supported her. This arrangement probably suited both of them fine since there didn’t seem to be much warmth between them when they were together.


The events of the evening have mostly faded from memory. There was the usual chatter and tinkling of glasses. But I do remember Betty. She was wearing black slacks which showed off a shapely figure and a white blouse. She always wore her shoulder length blonde hair in a ponytail and this evening was no exception.

The reason i remember Betty so well is this. Sarah and I were sitting on the couch when Betty appeared across from us and leaned over the coffee table to clear some glasses. As she did this she looked at me and said that any time I wanted to come over and use the pool or get some sun I was welcome. She lingered long enough for me to take in her impressive cleavage. I also remember Sarah commenting “She likes you”.

I was eighteen at the time. i didn’t have any great understanding of women then, nor has that improved much. But something in my hormonally charged adolescent mind was stirred to take Betty up on her offer. I wrote down her phone number while everyone was saying their goodbyes.

During the next few days I thought about Betty and her offer more than once. So the next sunny day that I had at my disposal I dialed her number.

The phone rang three times “Hello”?

“Hi Betty” I said “This is Bill, Sarah’s friend”.

“Oh, hi Bill” did I note a catch in her voice? “How are you”?

“I’m fine” I replied. “It’s a nice day. I thought I’d take you on your offer of a swim”.

“You’re certainly welcome” she said. “In fact, I was just thinking about you”.

“Oh really”?

“Yes, I have some things to do around here and I need some help”.

“It isn’t any actual work, is it?” I asked.

“No” she laughed. “I’m just rearranging some things and I could use the help of a tall man”.

I should note here that when I started my tenth year of High School I was 5’ 6” tall. At the end of that school year I had grown to 6’ 4” tall. Unfortunately, I hadn’t gained much weight. My nick name in gym class was “Spider”. My Dad noticed I didn’t take my shirt off much and asked me if being thin made me self conscious. I admitted it did, and the result was a weight set under the tree for Christmas.

At first I was excited about it. But when I realized they were called weights for a reason, the new quickly wore off.