Habits, routines, call them what you like, our lives are regulated by them. I'd been retired for several years now, being fortunate enough to escape the rat race at 50, but I still lived parts of my life by the clock. True free spirits are rare, those who get up when they feel like it, be it six in the morning or ten, who eat and sleep as their bodies tell them. No, speak to almost anyone and they'll admit to having a routine, a certain time when things are done.
My main routine was in the morning, Alexa, my most reliable friend, would turn on the radio at precisely 06:59 in the morning, always tuned to my favourite radio station. Why 06:59? Simple, the internet radio always lagged true time by nearly a minute and I always listened to the seven o'clock news bulletin. Even if I were awake at six, I'd still lie there until I'd listened to the news and the first two pieces of music, then, and only then, would I get up. Of course there were exceptions, principally bladder driven, but sometimes a reaction to a piece of music I particularly didn't like.
When my wife was alive, I'd get up and go downstairs to make a cup of tea, bring it back up, and we'd sit for half an hour or so drinking it and chatting. Now she was gone, cruelly ripped from me by cancer and I was alone. But parts of that routine stayed with me, only instead of bringing the tea back to bed I'd get up and drink it downstairs, usually whilst masturbating. I did love my morning wank, usually to some erotic story, occasionally to porn. I'd lie in bed and decide which category was going to be the chosen one for that morning, then get up and pursue it with vigour. Many a cup of tea was allowed to go cold in pursuit of my morning wank.
So there it was, one late July morning when my routine rolled into action, the news followed by the slow movement of Mozart's 21
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piano concerto, then Aaron Copland's Simple Gifts. A perfect start so far. I swung my legs out of bed and padded naked across the landing to the bathroom, and relieved my full bladder. As I returned to the bedroom I opened the roller blind that now covered the window, pulling on the cord to roll it right up. I stood and looked out over the empty street scene before me, the sun shining brightly, the trees green, the grass starting to go brown in the current dry spell.
Absent-mindedly I scratched my bollocks, idly playing with my flaccid cock. Movement caught my eye in the house over the road, the front bedroom curtains were being drawn back and I could see Louise standing in the window, apparently surveying the same scene as me. She looked over and waved her arm vaguely, which was when I realised I was standing there stark bollock naked. I'm not sure what, if anything, was visible, the window sills were not that low, but nevertheless I stepped back away from the window seeing Louise do the same.
As had been my intention, I put on my light summer dressing gown and descended the stairs, filling and switching on the kettle. I made my tea and settled in my armchair to commence the next part of the routine, settling my iPad on the corner of the arm and calling up my favourite erotic stories site. My mind turned to seeing Louise at the window, perhaps that was her routine now? I wondered what she'd had on under that dressing gown? Was she naked? Or with a nightie on?
She too was on her own, we'd been fairly good friends, the four of us, mostly the two girls although Ken and I got on fine, but my wife had been an avid gardener and had taken the newly inspired Louise under her wing, becoming gardening bosom buddies. Sadly Ken had died in an accident, shortly followed by my wife. Louise and I had kept up the friendship, chatting occasionally, but we'd not really socialised much since then.
My thoughts turned back to my iPad and I picked a category at random and started to read, skimming through some, but eventually finding a story about a brother and sister peeing together that caught my imagination. Remembering to sip my tea, I started to rub my cock, and soon was in a brisk rhythm, one hand scrolling down the screen while the other was wrapped firmly round my shaft. It wasn't long before I came, catching my spunk in a handily placed tissue, before cleaning myself up and draining the last of my now much cooler tea.
Next was shower and dressing, followed by making the bed. As I did so I glanced out of the window and saw Louise in her bedroom moving around, I couldn't see anything in much detail but it amused me that we both had fallen into similar patterns. Breakfast, then I had the difficult decision to make, what was I going to do today? The garden needed some work, my wife used to keep it immaculate, but gardening really wasn't my thing, and although I tried, mostly because I knew she was looking down and nagging me, I just couldn't find the enjoyment in it that she and Louise had found.
Postponing the inevitable I started the crossword, and was just going to make myself a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I answered it and there stood Louise, "Can I have a word please Rob?" Oh shit! Had she thought I was flashing her? I invited her in.
"Look Louise, if it's about this morning I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realise I was naked or I certainly wouldn't have stood by that window. If I've offended you in any way..."
"What are you on about Rob? Naked? Offended? I really don't know what you are talking about." I explained the events earlier that morning from my perspective. "Oh, I see, or rather I didn't because I don't put my lenses in until later. I sort of saw a shape at the window and waved, but that was all. Mind you, now that I know what you get up to perhaps I'll put them in earlier!
No, I wanted to ask a favour, you know my Amy is getting divorced after she caught that bastard cheating on her again, well she's trying to sell the house, only the estate agents reckon it will go a lot easier if the garden is cleared. She's done nothing at all for the best part of a year and it is seriously overgrown. We've had a quote and they want a thousand quid for basically a week's work. Well, she can't afford it and I'm not paying it, so I wondered if I could borrow your brush cutter and shredder and have a go at it myself."
"Of course you could Louise, but with all due respect that's going to be pretty hard work, and I don't think you'd manage it." I thought for a bit, then said, "I've got nothing really planned for a while, I could do it for you."
"Oh Rob, I couldn't ask you to do that, as you say it really is a lot of work and Amy would be no help." We batted the problem round a bit before she accepted my offer but insisted she'd pay me something. I refused and we argued for a while longer until she suddenly came up with a counter proposal. "Why don't we do a swap, I'll come and work in your garden for the same number of hours as you put into Amy's? I know you're not a fan of gardening and I'd love to come and work in this paradise. No, I tell you what, as it's no chore for me I'll double the hours you put in. There, settled!" We mock spat into our hands and shook on it.
I offered her a coffee and she accepted so we went and sat in the garden, catching up with each other. She really was still an attractive woman, fairly petite, but with slightly larger breasts than I would have expected on such a small frame. Her bum was nicely contoured but moreover, she had a really engaging personality and a winning smile.
We discussed practicalities, Amy's two children would be going on holiday with their father to Spain in a week's time for the first two weeks of the holiday so they wouldn't be in the way. Amy was a school teacher, well Deputy Head actually, so she'd be around. All settled, Louise left, kissing each other on the cheek.
I swanned around all day, doing some gardening, but only half-heartedly as I knew Louise would be coming in the following week, so I finished the crossword, sat in the sun for a while reading my book and generally lived the life of a retired gentleman!
The next morning I followed my routine, but this time I remembered to put on my dressing gown before I opened the blind. Within a minute or two Louise had opened her curtains and looking across she waved at me. I noticed that she was wearing her glasses and I could see her laughing. Entering into the spirit of it, I grasped the lapels of my dressing gown and gave her a quick flash, she put her hands to her mouth in mock horror and, both of us now laughing, we went our separate ways.
It seemed that our morning encounters were now becoming a routine as the next day we stood there again only this time I'd taken my binoculars upstairs and stood there peering through the lenses as she opened the curtains. I could see her laughing as she too pulled her dressing gown apart from the top. Whether it was deliberate or not I didn't know, but as she did so the belt came open and the robe opened all the way. There in glorious 7 x 50 magnification were her bare breasts. I only got the briefest of glimpses before they were hidden away again, but I couldn't clear that image from my mind's eye as she waved and turned away.
Needless to say I didn't need any visual stimulation for my morning wank, my spunk shooting out powerfully as I pictured them. Wednesday was my golf day, and I was packing up the car as she emerged from her front door, busying herself putting something in her car. She looked across and called out "Nice legs!" indicating my shorts. I nearly called "Nice tits!" back but manged to refrain.
Thursday saw us both at the window as usual, but I decided to be bold and didn't have my dressing gown on. Her house was marginally higher than mine and I reckoned that she could probably just about see to my waist. To my disappointment she had her dressing gown firmly fastened, but had obtained her own binoculars, a smaller pair than mine, but the message was clear, "Show me something!" On the spur of the moment I started doing star jumps, my cock bouncing up and down, quite uncomfortable actually, but I thought she'd probably get a glimpse.
