The Long Con – Magnificent Mandy part 1

I remember the day so vividly, when I first saw her. In fact, many times after we made love I would think back to that day. Hard to believe it has been 20 years now. My hair is turning gray, my skin is getting leathery, ​I have developed a bit of a belly, though I try to work out a lot to keep it from getting too big. You don’t want to be too fat when you are only 5 foot 10. The pounds show fast. I heard Miranda make a soft noise in her sleep and she spun over and cuddled back into me.

The trees were blowing outside on this Saturday morning, and the cool breeze of Autumn were just beginning to blow. I have to say, despite the legal battles and the friends I lost and even now the occasional scornful looks I get don’t bother me. Mostly because I figure all the women are just pissed and the men envious. After all I am now 62 and my amazingly attractive wife is a spry 34. We had our first child only 4 years ago and I do worry about dying before little Ana grows up, but would I change a thing? Hell no, 20 years of great sex with the hottest women I have ever known.

Mandy is still a knockout, turns heads everywhere she goes, and I still think I am lucky to have had her all this time. But god you should have seen her when I first did. You can talk about the Kim Kardashians, the Ariana Grandes and even the Svetlana Bilyalovas, and I am telling you, Mandy was still hotter in her day, not to mention an incredible 34 year old MILF today. Feeling her warm breath on my chest as I listen to the crickets, I truly feel like I ended up in heaven.

It’s funny, even today when I go into Chipotle for a burrito bowl, I remember her and her mother and her sister at the register. Her face was obstructed due to her short stature, but I could see her body and I was hooked immediately. All I could actually see was her sculpted 34 C breasts and what seemed like an impossibly small waist considering her hips and breasts. I remember I could see the folds in the waist of those jean shorts, a belt pulled tight to keep it on her, though it still would be an effort to pull those shorts over those hips. In fact, I know for a fact it was.

Anyway, they disappeared into the busy restaurant and I had to move forward in line so I lost sight of her for a minute. Then, just one person from the front of the ordering line, I saw her again, her back was too me but I noticed the long sleeved thin sweater top and the jean shorts out of the corner of my eye. That was when I understood why she wore shorts that were too big. Because she had large thighs, phat thighs, thighs a black or latin woman in a music video would be so proud of. Not a speck of cellulite, no, those thick thighs were by design, they were as big around as her waist, plus a bit. For a white woman, that was nothing short of insane. She was wearing flats, and I couldn’t help but wonder if those legs actually looked better in heels, because they were incredibly luscious without already.

Then my attention was pulled as it was my turn to order. I ordered and went through the line and grabbed my to go order and filled up at the soda fountain. I turned and started in the direction of the exit when I saw where she was sitting, right along my route. I knew by the sweater (and the cannon balls inside) that it was her and I admit I was so shocked I almost dropped my bag. Her face was angelic, don’t get me wrong, an absolute cover girl, but even under the somewhat heavy makeup there was no doubt she was young, so much younger than her body would suggest. I didn’t know her age, but it was clear she was a good few years from adult hood, though with that body, makeup and walk, she had to be in high school.

I stared at the young face as I walked by, and thank god she didn’t look up and see me, as she might have remembered my face and it would derail most of the plan I ended up putting into action. As I mentioned, she was a bit heavy on the make up, has always been, but it is part of her hotness really. She is a doll and dolls herself up. That day she had long fake lashes, a bit of foundation and rouge, a pale pink lipstick, mascara and had used the pencil to draw long lines on her upper eyelid which went to a point at the outside of her eye, almost giving her a catlike eye appearance. Her long auburn hair had intermittent highlights and was unstyled, just laying over her shoulders. Her face was very symmetrical and more oval than round. Her nose was perfect, a little button on her cute face, her nostrils slopped down so that head on, her face showed nothing but perfect coloring. Like I said, angelic.

After passing by her, and wanting to cum right in my pants I got a look at her mother. How in the world does a hefty, ugly, bad skinned, pale eyed woman give birth to a goddess? Its one of those things that will baffle forever but I did wonder if the mom had a better body when she was her daughter’s age. I also contemplated if the daughter would swell up. But I hoped not.

I had lead a pretty regular life, I went to school, got a degree in biology, ended up working in a blood synthetics firm. The money was pretty good, but it didn’t give me much access to women, and despite my smarts and good income, I just wasn’t good at picking up women. Probably because I always wanted the ones who were way out of my hotness quotient. Anyway, I mostly dated kind of plain women and therefore had never gotten serious. But this girl . . . she was the climax of all the women I had desired through my life. She was perfect, and she would only get better as she fully matured.

I got in my car and put the keys in the ignition, but I didn’t start it up. I waited. I waited until I saw Mandy come out with her mother and sister. I watched those amazing thick thighs, not a hint of flab, but a muscular jiggle of her rounded stems as she walked. Her breasts seemed like they would tip her over, they were so large on her otherwise small frame. The girl was all thigh and tits. Amazing.

I watched them get into a older Honda and back out. I turned on my car and followed them to their house. A modest ranch in a lower middle class neighborhood. I watched them go inside. I took down the address and used my weekday off day (I worked 4 10’s) to get a sense of their patterns. Of course I also watched through my binoculars to see what Mandy was wearing each day. She rarely disappointed and she did amazing work with stuff she bought from the Salvation Army and other second hand clothing stores. Let’s just say, it wasn’t a mistake that she showed off that chest and those legs. She was young, but she already knew what men loved.

Finally after a month, I figured out my plan. I had no idea if it would work, but I was gonna do my best to find a way to plant my seed in the garden of my dream girl. I followed them each of the next few Wednesdays and finally caught them going to the grocery store. I took the risk of parking in a handy capped spot to get in before them and waited in the produce section. When I saw them I made my way close to them and when they were near the avocados I made my move.

“Excuse me ma’am, do you know how to know if an avocado is ripe?”

“Hmm? Oh, well you want one soft but not squishy.”

“Sounds like a fine line.” I joked with Jolene, her mother.

“Yes, it really can be.” She replied with a smile.