Good Neighbours in a Lucky Summer
Although most of my friends at the time claimed that they had carnal knowledge, I was somewhat sceptical, as I had never met any of the girls they had claimed to have had in this position or that position and was sure that most of it was wishful thinking.
As I was very shy it was very difficult for me to pluck up the courage to ask a girl for a date let alone anything more intimate.
I was about 5â10â and 170 Lbs mostly muscle as sport was my main out let for all of my pent up energy, I had been told that I was a handsome boy with long light brown hair and deep light green eyes protected by long eye lashes, but then that was my mum and she was bound to be biased. We lived in a large house, in a very exclusive and expensive are a of London, that had been converted into three flats, we live on the ground floor, the second floor was empty, as the previous occupants had decided to start afresh in New Zealand, and the third floor was occupied by an old couple that had been leaving there long before my family had moved in, Mr. and Mrs. Kein kept themselves very much to themselves and were very quite so that you never knew if they were in or out.
Things changed for me in a big way when the new tenants moved in.
I was doing a bit of gardening for my mum at the front of the house; our flat included both the front and rear gardens as part of the lease, when the removal van drew up followed by an old Daimler. As I looked up the most beautiful woman I had ever seen opened the passenger door of the car and begun exiting. My eyes almost popped she was wearing the shortest of skirts, no stockings or tights, and had gorgeous sun tanned long legs that didnât seem to end without a single blemish. Once she had exited the vehicle and stood up looking at the house my hungry eyes took more of her in, she was about 5â 9â in her flat sandals, she had a very trim waist approximately 26â and was wearing a low cut blouse that showed her ample cleavage, her breasts looked to be what I would say very well proportioned to the rest of her body, I would guess 34DD.
Her facial features looked as though they had been sculpted by a genius, thick pouting lips coated in a brilliant red lipstick, set in an oval shaped face with a cute nose whose tip slightly tilted upwards, very dark eyes almost coal black with thin eyebrows and eyelashes much longer than my own all this topped with long wavy raven black hair, hazarding a guess I would have said she was in her early to mid forties but her suntanned skin seemed so free of wrinkles or creases that I couldnât be sure.
I stood there drawling as my cock sprung to life, I wasnât the only one amazed by this womanâs perfection, the removals men were now out of the van and were looking straight at her and were obviously exchanges thoughts as to what they would like to be doing with her and I am sure it wasnât to do with shifting furniture.
She strutted past me without a second glance and I was left in wonder and disappointment in her wake, I hadnât really noticed her husband who was now standing by the removals van giving instructions or her daughter who tugged alongside her father. The husband was obviously much older, Iâd say he was in his early sixties and looked rather frail and underweight, he was only about 5â6â and balding, however he looked as though he had been rather a handsome man in his earlier years and his voice seemed to boom as he gave instructions to the removals men, which was very surprising for a man of his size.
The daughter was a younger version of the mother and was about 16 years old. I was still day dreaming about her mother when she spoke to me, âHi ya my name is Alison and we are moving in to the second floor, are you the gardener?â
As I said I am very shy with girls, but that is with girls of my own age or older and so I was very relaxed in her company, âNo I am not the gardener.â I said smilingly âI live on the ground floor and we are responsible for the gardens and as they are only small and mainly lawn I do the gardening for pocket money.â
âOh, I am sorry.â she said âI hope you donât think I was being rude, itâs just seeing what a nice garden it is, I genuinely thought you were a professional gardener.â
God how old does she think I am I thought, I smiled at her and said âMy names Paul and as I said we live on the ground floor, thereâs me my mum and dad and the twins Kim and Oliver, they are about your age.â
Just then her father walked up to us and introduced himself, âI am Mr.Stolker, but you can call me Alex, I take it my daughter has already introduced herself and my wifeâs name is Vera, do you do the gardening often?â he asked.
Alison giggled as little girls do and explained who I was at which her father apologized and went into the house with his daughter running off after him.
I didnât see much of them for a few days, until Vera came downstairs and knocked on the door my mum answered the door and invited her in.
She walked in and if anything the skirt seemed shorter than before and my cock stood up in salute at this sex goddess, she was wearing a jumper that did very little to hide the fact that she was without bra and had massive nipples.
âI havenât been shopping yet and I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of sugar, once I go shopping Iâll return it.â
âOh donât worry about that, I have an extra bag somewhere, Iâll get it for you>â my mum told her.
As my mum went off to find the sugar Vera looked at me, I had sat down to hide the tent in my trousers, but was sure that her eyes were resting on my cock. âYou must be Paul, Alison has told me what a good looking young man you are and I can see my daughter has very good tastes, but you look a bit uncomfortable Paul, can I help?â as she said this she run her tongue over her lips. âUh no Mrs.Stolker, I am fine thank you.â âNo Paul I wonât have it, you must call me Vera unless of course you feel I am so old that you canât bring yourself to do that little thing for me.â
I was tongue tied for a second or two and was sure that I was as red as a beetroot, âOK Mrs. Stolker Iâll try and remember that.â
Thankfully my mother came back with the bag of sugar to save me from further embarrassment.
âBy the way Jean, I hope you donât mind me calling you Jean.â Vera said to my mum and continued before mum had a chance to reply, âI appreciate that the lease doesnât allow for us to use the garden but would you terribly mind if Alison played in the garden from time to time and I did a bit of sunbathing on those few days that the weather is good enough to?â
My mum seemed at a loss as to what to say but eventually agreed
When Vera had left us my mum was tatting to herself about how a woman of Veraâs age should be wearing proper clothing if she is going to visit or at least clothing that covered a bit more of her body.
Alison begun to call on us regularly and spent a lot of time playing with the twins as they were all off school for the summer. She would come and chat to me while I was gardening or reading my books, she was a nice kid and I found out that Alex was not her real dad, who had left her and her mother shortly before she was born. Her mother came from a small village in the South of England and this being the early sixties it was frowned upon to be a single mother and I thought this explained the reason why such a beauty had married a man so much older.
One day about six months after they had moved in I was sat at the bottom of the stairs leading to their flat trying to mend Alisonâs Toy Puppet and Alison was standing next to me, when her mum came down the stairs and stood a couple of steps above us. I looked up and saw my first real cunt; she was wearing a longer skirt than normal that flared out, and stood there with her legs parted wide. She was completely shaved and her cunt lips were engorged and open and I could make out little diamond droplets as though her cunt was sweating. My cock came to attention immediately and I wanted to grab her and fuck her there and then on the stairs like I remembered seeing in one of the porn films my cousin had taken me to see while on holiday abroad the previous summer.
Did she know I was looking straight at her cunt? Was she doing it deliberately? Was it a thrill for her to make me suffer like this?