"Hello," Joan said, smiling friendly.

"Why, Joan!" Fawn said, as if she had not seen the woman in years. "Here, let me help you with those bags."

Joan gave one of her bags up and followed the girl up the stairs toward her apartment. The gentle sway of Fawn's tight, shapely ass cheeks drew her eyes, along with those creamy thighs. Halfway up the stairs, Joan could see Fawn's panties under the tennis skirt. Already those panties had crept into the crack of Fawn's ass, and the half moons of her white ass cheeks beckoned erotically to Joan's eyes. Feeling childish, Joan stooped lower to peer under the short skirt, feeling her tits swell and a hot throb start between her legs as she looked at that sweet, sweet ass.

Inside the apartment, Joan tried to keep Fawn there for a while. "Have you been playing tennis?" she asked.

"Oh, no," Fawn replied. "I don't play tennis. I just think the skirts are pretty, so I wear them every chance I get."

"Coffee?" Joan asked, hoping.

"That would be nice," Fawn smiled at the older woman.

Fawn leaned against the sink in the kitchen, crossing her feet. There was something appealing about this casual position that caused Joan to shiver with desire as she turned the automatic coffee maker on.

"Ted isn't home?" Fawn asked.

"I hardly ever know where he is," Joan said. "He's getting to be such a big boy, he thinks he doesn't have to tell his mother where he's going."

"I think Ted is sweet," Fawn murmured. "He's a very handsome boy."

"Yes, he is," Joan answered, looking at the thrust of Fawn's pretty tits, her eyes becoming hot.

Fawn continued to lean on the sink, her eyes studying Joan's face, reading her expression and understanding what was going on inside the older woman's mind. She slowly uncrossed her feet and stood upright, her shoulders thrown back to make her tits strain forward.