Nana moved in to the apartment next to me about a year ago. She was stunning. Mature, tall and voluptuous with long red hair. Always in high heels and seemed nylons. Always with a little too much make up. And a lot of perfume. We didn’t talk that much in the beginning. We would meet in the staircase and she would smile to me and whisper a little “good day”.One Friday evening I was coming home with this lamp I had bought. When I was trying to find my keys the lamp slipped and dropped to the floor and made a huge noise. My neighbour’s door opened and there stood Nana with a frightened look on her face.”Oh my God, are you ok?” she said.”Yes I’m fine, sorry if I scared you”.”Oh, that’s ok, just glad you didn’t get hurt,” she said with a lovely smile. I went through all my pockets to find my keys. No keys. I had locked myself out. One of my friends was keeping an extra key for me, but he was out of town until the next day.”Well, it seems ankara escort like I have locked myself out and I cannot get my extra key before tomorrow”.I looked at her. She was gorgeous. She looked like a woman from the fifties in a classic cut dress, red with white polka dots. Her legs were covered in light grey nylons with seems – and red high heeled pumps.”Poor you, and now you have to call an expensive locksmith. By the way I’m Nana, your new neighbour”. I took her hand. It was soft and beautiful with long red nails.”Hi, I’m Markus”. I noticed she was a little tipsy. Somehow it was very cute. She looked at me with a curious look. Then she smiled and said:”Why don’t you come inside? You can call the locksmith and wait here until he comes. You never now, it could talk some time before he arrives”.”Thank you, that’s very nice of you”.”Please come in,” she said and I followed her into her apartment. I walked behind ankara escort bayan her and enjoined every move she made.Her apartment was amazing. Like walking into another time. Like the fifties. Only the TV and the DVD told me that this was not the fifties. She offered me to sit on the couch. She walked over to a little table with bottles of liquor.”Can I offer you something to drink?” she asked.”A whisky with no ice would be nice”.”I only have Tullamore Dew, not a whisky drinker my self, I’m a sherry woman”.”Tullamore is fine”.She came back with our drinks and sat beside me. The scent from her perfume was captivating. We started talking, mainly polite conversation, but by her third sherry she started to talk more about her self, that she always wanted children but couldn’t have because she was not a real woman. She asked me if I have noticed that she isn’t a “real” woman. I said that I had a vague idea that escort ankara it might be like that. She took my hand and said:”I’m glad you are honest, but don’t you think I’m pretty?”.”Oh, you are, very”. She smiled. Oh yes, she was very pretty.She told me that all her life she has been living as a woman. Never had any surgeries or hormones. That her breast was natural given. I remember how I blushed when she told me.”So how old are you Markus?”.”I’m 45; well tomorrow I will be 45″.”Oh, its your birthday tomorrow, well I’m 62, though a lady should never tell her age”.”Well you look a lot younger than that”.”Thank you, Markus, that is so nice of you. But I’m actually old enough to be your mom. Is your mom as pretty as me?”.”She died when I was four years old”.”Oh my God! I’m so sorry. You pour thing”.Nana got very emotional about me not having a mom. She looked at me with such softness in her lovely brown eyes. Then she suddenly had her arms around me and hugged me very close and tight. It was a bit awkward but also very nice. Actually I was very comfortable in Nanas presence and company.Nana gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and whispered into my ears:”I wish I could have been your mom.