I have a great job as a programmer for a large local company that allows me to work from home nearly all the time. That freedom has afforded me the opportunity to make my home a very comfortable work place. I have a nice den that I use when the weather isn't the best but the place I enjoy the most is my backyard complete with pool and deck. I created a small office area on the deck and on warm sunny days that is where you will find me.
I love my work environment. When I get stuck on a particular problem I find swimming a few laps or tending my flower garden gives me the break I need and allows my subconscious mind to work on a solution. When the days are warm enough my work clothes consisting of a Speedo.
One part of my job is testing programs and when I do that I can let my computer do all the work. This allows me to listen to a favorite talk radio program or my IPod with a variety of music that would be described as eclectic. Often when that is the case I swim or putter around the garden while keeping an eye on my monitor.
One warm and sunny day in early June I was in my flower garden enjoying my music and checking on my irrigation system when I heard a voice behind me, "Excuse me." I turned around to see a woman who was tall, nice body, attractive and I guessed to be a few years older than me. She was dressed in an old tee shirt and shorts with plaster dust on them and since I didn't hear a car drive up I concluded she lived nearby.
"I'm sorry, is my music too loud?"
"Oh no not at all. I live in back of you two houses down and I was wondering if you have a few minutes and would be willing to help me. I keep losing power in a room and I wondered if you could look at it."
Now it is fun when you are wearing only a skimpy swimsuit to watch how the other person tries to look and yet not appear to be looking at your crotch. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist because I rather enjoyed watching this woman struggle with trying not to stare and yet seeing her nipples get hard and push against her tee shirt.
"Be happy to take a look. Two doors down you say? Isn't that Jan's house?"
"Yes it is," she answered taking the opportunity to shift her gaze to my face and away from my package. "We moved Mom to a retirement community down the street and I'm Ellen her youngest daughter. I bought the house from Mom."
"Glad to meet you Ellen, I'm Larry and I remember giving your mom some assistance in the past. I wondered why I hadn't seen her lately and now I know why."
"Mom did mention that there was a nice neighbor she called on now and then. I guess she meant you."
"She is a very nice lady and she especially enjoyed my big band music. Sometimes she would come over and we would sit on the deck and talk about the swing era."
I told Ellen to wait right there and I went through my garden cutting several rose buds. I handed them to her and said, "I gave roses to your Mom when she came over and I'd love for you to have these as a little house warming gift."
I ducked inside the house to change shoes and put on shorts and tee shirt. The only way to get to Ellen's house is to walk around the block to the other side. As we walked she told me how she had only been in the house for a few weeks and was in the process of sorting through her Mom's stuff and doing some redecorating one room at a time.
The place was quite the mess but on closer inspection it really was in fact organized. There were items laid out for the family to pick through and then the rest would be destined for a garage sale. "If you see something you like help yourself," she said as she made a sweeping motion around the room.
"Books and old records are all I look for at a garage sale."
"No records but I do have some books."
I looked through the boxes and found a couple of mysteries to add to my collection. We headed to the room that had the power issue. She plugged in the radio and it played for a few minutes then quit. I did some checking with other plugs in the room and it appeared the problem was only with that plug. I asked for a screwdriver and in a few minutes found a lose wire. Problem solved. She fixed us a gin and tonic and she gave me a tour of what she had in mind for the house. After exchanging phone numbers I headed home. Nice lady I thought.
That was the beginning of many encounters with Ellen. Sometimes we would see each other in our back yards and wave, other times she would come over and either borrow something or ask for help. I learned she was divorced, children are grown, and is almost fifteen years older than me.
I made it a point to always be in my Speedo around the same time each morning while cleaning the pool. It wasn't long before I would see Ellen on her deck and we would wave at each other. She would come over from time to time and always apologize for interrupting me and I would assure her it was ok.
It took a few weeks for her to get more comfortable with asking me for assistance as she worked on her house and yard. She would ask for my opinion regarding how to do a particular task and if she needed some heavy lifting I would help in any way I could. She was adamant about taking care of most projects herself but at the same time appreciated my help and company.
As the summer progressed we spent more time together which included sharing dinners, or me inviting her over to use the pool and sit on the deck sharing a bottle of wine. Even though she would call herself an old broad, she had a very nice body and I told her so on several occasions. We talked about many things including our past, our dreams, our goals, and future plans. I noticed that after the first few visits she quit wearing a bra under her tee shirt. There is something erotic and sensual about watching tits move freely under a tee shirt. As we chatted I would stare at those nipples pushing out and get an erection every time. I didn't mind and I felt certain she didn't either.
One particular warm July evening after a swim we were sitting on the deck drinking Margaritas chatting about some of the things we did growing up when out of the blue Ellen asked, "When and how did you lose your virginity?"
Fortunately I didn't choke on my drink. She must have been thinking about this for a while because I could see her nipples making their presence known under her swimsuit top. I took a sip to create the poignant pause and thought this could be an interesting conversation. My mind was racing over how to describe that event tastefully yet with as much erotic details as I could.
"I was a senior in high school and it was after the homecoming dance. I had been dating my girlfriend Gail for a few months and we both fooled around a lot but had not fucked. Oops, sorry. Had sex."
"No problem," she said, "Fuck works for me."
I liked that response. "I don't want to say something you might find offensive."
"I've heard it all so you won't shock me."
Wow, that response was a bit of a surprise and certainly made my member grow.
"I will point out that she wasn't the first girl I kissed, however my first in everything else sexually. I vividly remember the first time I played with her pussy and put my finger into her cunt. Is there anything softer and more exquisite than sliding your fingers between wet pussy lips? And I will never forget my first blowjob. What an incredible sensation. But I digress. Anyway, while we hadn't engaged in fucking, we did do a lot of touching. She loved having me play with her tits and we got each other off many times either orally, or by hand or both.
"We really enjoyed pleasing each other and what a great introduction to the wonderful world of sex. Talking about this brings back the memory of the first time I ate her pussy and tasted the sweet cum from her orgasm. "
I was getting turned on just recalling those wonderful memories while Ellen had her eyes closed and her breathing was quick and shallow. I also noticed too she was frequently crossing and uncrossing her lovely long legs. "So the big dance happens and my girl looks fantastic in her dress. It was daring in the amount of cleavage shown but still acceptable by the school chaperons. White lace and satin just like the song. We danced the night away but it was the slow dances that were more playful. When you hold a person just right you can run your fingers over your partner's exposed breast. I took advantage of that as much as I could. I was determined to run my finger over a nipple. It was tricky but I accomplished that feat a few times."