Falling For The Milf - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ben couldn´t keep postponing the inevitable. He had to get back home. He had to fly back to his hometown and… move back with his parents.

What else could he do? He was broke! The little money he has left is for his fly, food, and… maybe a hundredth extra bucks in case of an emergency.

It´s not that he´s bad managing his money, or that he doesn´t know how to have savings; he was in the hopes that he´ll get a good enough job so that he wouldn´t have to worry about money. But none of that happened.

He felt lost, as if he was drifting in the middle of the ocean. But he wasn´t drifting in the immensity of the ocean, he was drifting in what he thought was an unsuccessful life.

No job, moving back home, no money. And the worst part is, no girlfriend.

He had expected that, by now, he´ll have a stable job and an equally stable relationship. He really thought he was going to get through those things early in life. But that´s not been the case so far. His only comfort is that he´s still young and good looking.

—

He was waving goodbye to his life, the life he was trying to build back there.

Ben was looking out the plane´s window. Saying goodbye to a city he thought would be his city. A place where he´d live and say this was the place that gave him everything. A place where he studied, where he worked, a place where he bought a house and made it a home. Where he found love, married and then started a family. But that was not the case.

Now, he´s flying away from this place, but the place was not the problem, and he won´t say he was the problem either. Things just didn´t work out well, that´s all.

He´s giving a final look, he can´t help to feel nostalgia. He can´t help but a bit of heart-aching as the plane takes off.

“Do you mind?” Came a woman´s voice, in a bit of an annoyed tone.

This brought Ben back from the moon; more like from his nostalgia and sadness. 

Ben was not in the sit next to the window, he spent a couple of minutes looking at it from the aisle´s sit. Next to him, the person who was actually next to the window, was a woman.

A lady, about his age, and she had gotten tired he was staring at his direction. Was he some sort of creep? She wondered.

“Why are you looking at me?” She complaint.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn´t looking, I was just…” he turned at her, and he couldn´t help but to glare.

Long jet-black hair, pretty eyes, a sexy built. He wasn´t looking at her boobs, and he couldn´t see if her legs were as sexy, but he had seen enough. What if this was faith? What if he was meant to meet this lady? The least he can do is try, right?

He blinked, he decided to stop what he was saying and turned on the “casanova” mode. 

“I was just trying to appreciate the view. But, I´m afraid, that any view from up here will be worthless watching when I have a gorgeous lady next to me.” He tried to sound romantic.

This had worked plenty of times. Usually, the lady will blush, feel flattered, and then he´ll get a kiss. If he´s lucky, he´ll get to do some naughty stuff on the plane´s bathroom. 

She blinked, he was waiting for her to acknowledge the compliment, and then, he´ll drop another one about those pretty eyes of hers. Suddenly, their hands are touching? How did that happen? And then, their faces are too close? Oh wow!

“Eww. Sorry, not interested.” She rejected him within an instant. 

“W-what?” Well, there was always a chance this might now work. He had to know that, three out of five times, this doesn´t go as planned.

“You heard me. I´m NOT interested. I know you want to seduce me, and probably just get to make-out or some stupid shit like that. I can smell your cheap cologne, you´re one of those guys who things they can have fun with any woman they want. Well, let me break it down for you, I will NOT be a part of it.” She sounds serious. and pissed.

Does she not like him? Was she just mad? Does she hate men? Or just him? Maybe he shouldn´t have said that.

The lady frowned and then turned straight at her phone. And he was certain she hummed something about hating to be seated next to an idiot through the whole flight.

This was not new, but this wasn´t something he needed right now. He can handle rejection, but he´s feeling so bad. He´s at a low point in his life, he felt insecure.

Maybe he needed a boost, to know things were right. But, let´s be honest, he should not try and use this lady just for a boost on happiness. She´s a human being, not his ticket to some euphoria.

He didn´t even try and apologize, he knew she didn´t want to hear another thing about him. Not a sound from him. It seems this was going to be a long way home. Uncomfortable as well, and all thanks to him.

He was already looking forward to all the discomfort, already feeling like an idiot. This was going to be one of those flights where he´s sitting next to someone who´s making him feel uncomfortable. But let´s be fair, he´s sort of the main cause.

Was there a way to forget this? Sure there is…

“Excuse me, do you guys need anything?” Came a woman´s voice from the aisle.

A flight attendant. Ben turned, he was about to tell her he was fine. And doubted if he needed to ask the lady next to him, she´s not with him, he has no need to ask. She could confuse this politeness with a last attempt for anything.

However, he forgot about the lady next to him as he spotted this woman calling for his attention.

He turned, and his jaw dropped as he spotted this gorgeous, mature woman. 

He had to crane his neck to see her face, she was tall. Flight attendants are tall, but she was about six-feet-tall. His same height!

Her hair was golden, her eyes were of a deep blue. Her lips were painted in such a cherry red. Her body, he couldn´t help it, she was standing.

Ben didn´t say a word as his eyes went down. Her bosom, she was stacked! Those buttons on her blouse look tight over such big breasts!

Her waist, so trimmed over those wide hips. Her pencil skirt allowed him to glare at her legs, so shapely.

What was he doing? He got rejected by a woman a second ago, and now he was checking out a flight attendant? And not even in a subtle way!

He realized what he was doing. First of all, he was being too obvious! She´s about a foot away from him! He just couldn´t help it, it was as if she was calling for his attention.

And she actually was, she made a question. But it had nothing to do with all this staring and gawking.

“I… I´m sorry!” His eyes went right back at her face.

What was he doing? If he pisses her off, they will get him out of the plane. Is there a chance they will throw him out while flying? With a parachute? Maybe? Hopefully not.

Ben was already waiting for a lecture. This tall lady, waving a nagging finger at him as she explains him why staring at a woman in such a way is rude.

Nonetheless, that didn´t happen.

“Oh, haha, so silly. There´s no need to apologize, sugar.” She said, patting his head gently, just like a mature woman would.

“I… aren´t you mad?” He asked, this was weird.

He could tell she was older than him, how old? Well, she seems to be in her forties, mid-forties at most. Weren´t mature women supposed to get annoyed when men stare at them? If the lady, who´s about his age, rejected him, then why did this flight attendant not?

“Mad? Of course not! In fact, it´s quite the opposite.” She explained, with a calm look on her face.

“The… opposite?” What was he missing here?

“You see, I´ve recently gone through a certain… change. Tell me, since you´ve already looked at them,” she paused, drove her hands to her bosom and gave it a gentle lift. His eyes went straight to her boobs,which bounced sensuously as she continued. “Do you think it was worth it?”

He felt quivers all over his body. Was that a real question? Was she actually asking? This was so confusing! His mind was all messed up! He could do nothing but to say something stupid.

“Like… did you have… a boob-job? Because, if you did, I mean, congratulations to the doctor. Those look… so natural.” And so big, those are past double-D´s. Maybe F-cups?

“Hahaha, so silly. You´re adorable, dear. No, I didn´t have a boob-job. However, my bosom has certainly increased in size.” He was blinking in confusion. Increased? How? She doesn´t seem to have gained any weight, unless it all went straight to her boobs.

Ben had no idea what was going on. The flight attendant could see it on his face. Probably he doesn´t know much about this, so she´ll explain.

“I´ve been to a clinic. I´m sure you haven´t heard about it, so I´ll be quick. This is a clinic specialized in helping women grow. Taller, sexier, and younger! I always wanted to be a flight attendant, and see the world. But I was too short. Now, after this miracle treatment. I´m a tall, confident and,” she whispered to his ear, “sexy woman.”

A treatment? To grow? Taller? Sexier? Younger? How much did she grew? How short was she? And what´s her actual age?

“You wouldn´t have guessed these are the natural boobies of a woman on her fifties, would you?” Well, that answers his last question.

Ben had no idea what was happening. Was she just fooling around with him? Did she want to make a fool of him? In the very end, she just pinched his cheek and told him that, if he needed anything, he could call her.

Then, he just watched her as she walked away. It was just as much of a pleasure to watch her leave as it was to see her from the front. Her long strides made her sexy ass quake. Her hips swayed from one side to the other so sensuously.

Was she telling the truth? Was she actually a mature woman that´s gone through some sort of miracle treatment? And what treatment was this?

—

He was wondering if he should ask the flight attendant out. But, even when she was sexy, his mind was already set on someone else.

However, now he´s got to keep an eye open for these ladies who have gone to a “miracle” clinic for some treatment.

He hasn´t paid as much attention to this, or else he´d know.

This was no secret, there was plenty of publicity about this. He just didn´t pay attention to it.

There´s a name for the miracle treatment. It´s called Spi-cell. And, just as he was told, it helps women become taller, sexier and gives them a younger look. It actually helps de-aging. No signs of age, no sagging, nothing hanging out of it´s place. There´s plenty more this does, and he´ll eventually find out.

—

The first thing he did when he arrived to the airport was to get his luggage. And then, he used the few cash he had left to get a cab home.

This was not something he wanted to do. Instead of coming home as a winner, he was coming home feeling like a loser.

All this time away and he didn´t achieve much. He was broke, lonely and, he´s affraid, depressed. Maybe he could use a warm welcome home? His parents told him their doors would always be open for him.

Even when he never really thought, or hopped not to, he would take their offer.

As soon as he got him, he was received with their arms wide open.

Things were not as bad as he thought. He was afraid they would reject him. Which is the last thing he needed.

He was back at his old room, things were just the same after all these years. At least he could come home to something he knew. To a place he knew.

And this is exactly one advantage. He was back to a known land. He knows where to find a job, what there´s to do, he can succeed!

Plus, it helps out that he doesn´t have to pay rent. He can actually start saving some money.

Things were going to go on smooth and easy, or that´s what he thought…

—

Things were not as smooth. The places where he tried to apply, those where he knew he could make a career, were not hiring.

And he didn´t want to work on some fast-food restaurant, or at some retail store at the mall, so he kept searching.

In the end, he had to take a job as a salesman. Selling stuff through the phone. It wasn´t much, but at least he had a job.

They were not paying him that much either, it was a decent salary, but it was not that much.

But he could start working on some savings and investments, right? Well, not quite. There´s transportation costs, lunch, and his parents asked him to contribute to the house since he was going to live there.

They didn´t demand it, just asked. What was he supposed to say? No? They were kind enough to take him back, he´d be a jerk if he refused to do so. Plus, it wasn´t that much, less than half what he paid for rent a month, but still, this job was paying less what he earned back then.

Things were not going as good. But there´s always some light at the end of the tunnel Hope.

Now that he´s back home, why not checking out how Dylan´s doing? And not just him, how about his mother…?

—

Ben thought it´ll be easy to hang out with his best friend. But… it wasn´t as easy as it was when they were on at college.

Sure, they now lived at the same city, but it wasn´t as small as when they lived at the same campus.

And their schedules were not the same anymore. Ben´s got a part-time job. Being a phone salesman is part-time. Why? To give him enough time to look for an actual job. This was just a temporary gig, the real deal´s right around the corner. He can almost smell it!

He wanted to hang out with Dylan, but he was just so busy.

They were close, they had always been keeping in touch. But meeting face to face wasn´t the same as sending messages. They were chatting every other day, but every time Dylan told him he was busy.

Early meetings he needed to plan, days when he stayed all day at the office. Extra shifts on the weekends. Dylan´s life sounds as if he was a prisoner of his job, but it wasn´t that way. He was not being used, he was actually working on a promotion.

Things were not this way, his work wasn´t as much of a load as it was now. The only reason of all this extra job was a promotion he was working on. And he told Ben that, in the end, this will all pay off.

Ben can´t deny he was happy for his friend. He was living the life they both wanted to live. And he wasn´t envious that he was still on a part-time job looking for an opportunity, someone will get back to him, Ben knows. Eventually…

Dylan was ahead of him, but that´s good! For him, of course. And, someday, he´ll also be that way. Maybe he had tripped a little, maybe he found a few bumps on the way; perhaps, he was driving off the road at times, but he was still on track.

He just wanted to meet his friend to say hi and catch up. He wants to see him, face to face.

And that time surely came.

—

It wasn´t like asking him out right on the same day. Not like those times when they went to the club on the weekends. Instead of receiving an immediate confirmation, this took about a month!

A whole month, a month of postponing, of cancelling, a month went by. Now, that´s over. Tonight, he´ll meet his best friend!

—

He wondered, has Dylan changed? Things were not going all the way up his head, right?

There was no way, Dylan was one of those guys who´ll never change. Money won´t change him, Power won´t change him. He´ll be the same guy he always hanged out with.

However, one thing did change, instead of heading to the club, they were going to a restaurant. Which was a bit odd, a reastaurant? This was not a date! He laughed and even texted him those words.

Dylan told him he wanted to chat, that the club would be too noisy. And he was right, a club´s not the ideal place to talk. However, it´ll definitely be an option for their next encounter.

If there´s another one. 

Will it be hard to hang out with him again due to his tight schedule? Was there going to be too much pressure? Too much work? Too much stress to hang out with his best friend?

Well, not exactly. Dylan´s got some big news to give. Two, actually. One of them´s good, and the other one… he would like to tell him this, face to face.