Note: This story is slow developing and is based on the author's fantasy in an actual living situation. There is enough early romance and sensitivity that this would be a good way to introduce a reluctant partner to exotic literature. If you desire to read pure sex, skip to page 4 or 5 of chapter 1. I recommend at least a quick read/scan of the early pages -- the story will build and be worth the time. It will continue to build intense, creative, exotic sex in subsequent chapters including swapping, swinging, lesbian, multiple partners, incest, peeing, bdsm, electric stimulation, but not gay sex.
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Len locked the mailbox and glanced at the mail -- just junk and a couple of bills. He had lived in The Meadows "over 55" community for nearly 10 years. His wife, Brandi, had been killed in an auto accident just three years ago and he now passed the time playing golf and serving with a couple of community service organizations. He was 65 and kept his 6'4" 215 pound body in good physical condition. There was an ample amount of grey sprinkled in his hair. As he crossed the street he notice his neighbor, Tammi, stop her lawnmower and begin to store it in her garage. Tammi was in her late 50's, he guessed, and had lived next door for about five years. Her husband had tragically died from pancreatic cancer just over a year ago. She was tall, 5'10" or so, which allowed her to carry a couple extra pounds with no problem.
As the saying goes "her legs went all the way up". Her breasts were not large but still showed sufficient cleavage to attract his attention. The interesting thing was that, since her husband passed, Tammi had actually really spruced herself up. It was probably the stress and effort to provide care that had kept her somewhat dowdy before the death. Now she took wonderful care of herself, dressed attractively and was active, taking several trips a year to fish and see the sights. Today she had some work shorts and a T on with her hair -- brunette with a tint of amber -in a ponytail pulled through the back of an old cap. Len loved the look when gals wore their hair that way.
"Hey, you sure keep your yard looking great."
"Oh, hi, Len. Yeah, I know I could pay someone to do it but I enjoy it, even on warm days like today. I think I'll grab a shower and then grab a cold one."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm about ready for my toddy -- its got to be 5:00 somewhere!"
"Hey, why don't you come on over and we can have a mini-happy hour."
"Sounds good -- what can I bring??"
"Not a thing. I've got everything for alcohol and all kinds of mixes and lots of munchies. Just give me 45 minutes and come down. Let yourself in and we can sit on the patio."
"See you then Tammi -- sounds great".
46 minutes later Len knocked lightly and walked in the front door. He had dressed in shorts and a nice polo shirt and his favorite sandals. He found his way to the family room and the slider to the patio. Tammi was just setting out some cheese, crackers and chips. She looked refreshed with light makeup and was also wearing mid-thigh shorts with a lacy blouse and slip on shoes with a slight heel. Her tanned legs were nicely taut by the heels; her hair was now down, nearly to her shoulders. She had obviously changed bras to one with more lift, showing even more of her upper tits. She looked HOT. Len made it a point not to ogle her and decided not to comment on her appealing looks -- no sense making her uncomfortable.
"
Hi there -- I just thought I'd bring a bottle of wine -- thanks for having me down"
"No problem and thanks for the wine. I've got a Gin and tonic -- what do you want?"
"The same is great. I can mix my own"
"Feel free".
When Len came back they settled in lounge chairs and chatted, mostly about weather, the neighborhood and other minutia. Soon both of their drinks were dry.
"Can I fix us another?
" Len offered.
"how do you like yours?"
"Pretty strong- saves on tonic"
Terri laughed.
Len was back shortly and they resumed chatting, sharing their life backgrounds. Quickly the time passed and the sun began to set. It had been almost 2 hours when Len asked
"1 more for a nightcap?'
"sure".
Len came back with their third rounds, handed Tammi hers and they settled back. He thought to himself "
nothing ventured, nothing gained".
"Hey, Tammi -- do you mind if I get a little personal?"
"Not at all -- I feel like talking".
"I've always wondered what attractive, single women like you do for sex. I mean it is easy for a man. He can pickup gals in bars, or have friends set him up or find women through work or social connections. And of course there are always adult stores or the internet for help in self manipulation, if you get what I mean. And they can always "pay for play" if they are desperate enough. But you gals have it tougher. There are so many wierdos and creeps out there that it would seem that the bar scene and internet dating all could be pretty dangerous for you ladies. Even social dating seems somewhat iffy. And I may be wrong -- after all I am a man. But I just don't see someone like you using books, magazines or videos to -- well let's call it what it is -- masturbate. Tell me if I'm wrong. I mean -- I can take care of myself, though it is usually just quick relief. I just wonder how most gals like you take care of your pent up needs?"
"Well, Len, you are right on. I've had a few dates. But all the guys seem to want is a quick lay -- no real interest in giving me some satisfaction. I do have a vibrator that I use with internet videos now and then. But it is still not the same as having another person touching and caring for you. Thanks so much for bringing this up. It really is frustrating for me."
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Tammi -- I am going to be even more forward. I think you should let me help you get rid of your frustrations. Here's why. I am a clean and sensitive guy. Except for a few involvements before I met Brandi I have been a one-woman man. No STD's in my system. Most importantly. I have always put the needs of my partner before my own. I always made sure that whatever Brandi wanted I took care of before I took care of my own satisfaction. I love having a woman go crazy with the climax I provide for her. I love to fuck, but even more I love to her my woman scream with the pleasure I give her.
"Wow, Len. You really are an up front person, aren't you."
" Yup --I have always found frank openness is much better than deceit and manipulation. But I am not forceful. I would never make anyone do anything they didn't want to do. With me no is always no. And I'm not talking romance. That may or may not follow. I think we could both enjoy mutual physical pleasure and exploration. Brandi was not a total prude but she really never wanted to explore some aspects of sex that I really would like to try.
Well, it's getting late. I would suggest we leave our discussion at that. I'm going to leave and let you mull it over. I hope I haven't offended or shocked you. If you decide you want to talk farther just text me or give me a call or stop by. If you don't I hope we can continue to be friendly neighbors with no more said."
With that Len stood up followed by Tammi.
"Len, it has been a fun, interesting evening. Thank you for coming over."
Tammi leaned over and reached out to give Len a kiss, but he turned his head and took the peck on his cheek.
"Whoa, lady. That's enough. Give me anything more and my hands and body will be all over you. I am one horny man and you are one beautiful, sexy lady. There is nothing I want more than to grab you, strip you and fuck your eyes out right now. But that's just not going to happen until I know that it is not the alcohol or the heat of the moment. I'll let myself out and hope we can take this slowly to a mutually satisfying experience -- real soon. Good night!!"
The next day Len played golf in the morning and busied stayed busy with some chores in the afternoon. That evening he had an extra glass of wine with his supper to help with sleep. The following day was Wednesday and the day dragged on with no response from Tammi. After his evening meal Len was beginning to think he had overstepped and offended Tammi.
Then his cell phone buzzed with a new text message.
"When can we get together? I think I am ready to trust you and take the first step."
"Are you free Monday evening -- say around 5:00?"
"Sure, that works."
"
I am taking this to mean a first serious, action date. Just want to be sure I am not making any assumptions."
"Yes, I'd like to see how some action goes".
"Great! A car will pick you up at 5:00. Come prepared to stay overnight."
"Really? Where will we be going?"
"Let's keep it suspenseful and fun! Just casual clothes needed. Pack your nicest sleepwear -- if you want to make a trip to Victoria's Secret I'll reimburse you. Please make sure your outfit includes high heels. I prefer red outfits, but black or white is fine."
"Are you sure about VS? It's pretty expensive, but I could do with an update."
"Sure that is fine. Spend what you like -- my treat."
"You sure you won't tell me where I am going?"
"Nope. But prepare to be pampered. LOL."
The four days seemed to pass slowly for both, although Tammi had some shopping to do and Len made several phone calls to make arrangements. The visit to Victoria's Secret was Tammi's first; at the start she was a little nervous but the attendants were helpful and she quickly relaxed and started enjoying herself. She went with red and picked out a slightly padded push up bra, matching panties and a filmy peignoir. As she felt the satiny material on her body she started to get excited and even felt some wetness in what she calls her "hot box". She realized it had been close to a month since she had last used her vibrator. She was tempted to use it when she got home, but decided to store up her increasing sexual tension for Monday. As she thought about the vibrator she wondered if she should pack it and decided she should drop it in her overnight bag "just in case".
Monday at 5:00 sharp a large black SUV drove into Tammi's driveway and a nicely dressed driver came to the door to meet her.
