Troy arrives at the family home mid-afternoon following his last class at the local community college. Parking his car he wanders down the driveway to check on the mail. Usually its seldom that he gets any, but since his nineteenth birthday last week the cards are still arriving. He's at the postbox thumbing through a few envelopes when the guttural rumble of a sports car breaks the natural serenity of the California hills. His body immediately starts to quiver because he's certain that he knows who is approaching.
The sound gets louder and louder, as the vehicle gets closer and closer. Hoping against hope he looks down the sloping road to see the sensuous contour of a sleek, low-slung Bugatti. He knows this car which he's seen several times before. It is unique, its deep purple wrap glistens in the fading sun as the custom Veyron Super Sport slows and shockingly pulls up along side of him.
To say he's overwhelmed is a vast understatement. The spectacular vehicle is being driven by its owner, who is the lady next door. SHE is also the trophy wife of an elderly hedge fund manager. Their age difference must be forty years or more. Troy's parents don't socialize with the couple but his Dad knows that Mr. Diamond is filthy rich. Their extravagant residence attests to that.
But what matters to Troy the most is Mrs. Diamond. To him, SHE is the sexiest blonde goddess on earth. He's seen HER closeup, but fleetingly, twice before. Each time the encounter became indelibly etched in his memory. On these two previous occasions SHE was with a guy (not HER spouse), and each time a different one; but both were in the main category of hunks. His mind flashes back.
The first encounter was several months ago at a local, upscale liquor shop. It was just after the Diamonds had moved in. By sheer, dumb luck he had spotted HER vehicle in the VIP lot. He parked as quickly as he possibly could and rushed into the store. He wanted to see for himself if the salacious rumors about HER were true. Expectantly searching he spotted a towering amazon just exiting the elite champagne cove. It was Mrs. Diamond, of course. SHE was breathtakingly gorgeous, all in shiny snakeskin leather: bustier, booty shorts and crotch high boots. HER luxurious hair was gathered on top of HER head and cascaded in a spectacular free-flowing ponytail to slightly below HER waist. Expensive gold jewelry sparkled everywhere.
Troy was suddenly petrified as SHE walked down the aisle and right towards him. HER alluring eyes scanned him up and down and SHE purred in passing, "Hello, Boy Next Door." Troy gasp in astonishment, his cock rapidly surging upward. SHE proceeded outside and to HER car with arms, and hips and legs undulating in wildly provocative exaggeration. The huge, handsome guy with HER trailed behind carrying a magnum of champagne. As well, Troy staggered outside to see the car doors swing open and to see HER slither down in behind the wheel.
SHE beckoned the guy closer and he quickly knelt down beside HER. SHE then ran fingers teasingly across his crotch and leaning forward whispered something into his ear. Immediately he rounded the idling super-car, deposited the bottle inside, stripped off his shirt and got in. Both doors closed simultaneously and the spectacular Veyron squealed away. For weeks after, Troy laid awake at night and wanked to the remembrance of that exquisite moment in his life. SHE had become his most cherished fantasy.
The second encounter was just a few weeks ago at the nearby shopping mall. Troy was running an errand for his Dad; sent to pick up an item for his Mom's upcoming birthday. He had been shuffling along trying to check out the girls. He didn't see any he knew so he entered the chic jewelry store. Immediately he saw HER. He froze in his tracks, struggling to breathe.
