Note: All of the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. This does not represent any real people or groups. It is a fantasy. Look at the story tags. If you don't like those things you should move on. I did set this during the height of the lockdowns. I honestly don't like writing about that time, but this is how the story came to me. Please enjoy.
I was upstairs hard at work at not writing my supposed "novel" when I heard Kelsey in her parents' backyard. Truthfully: I had no idea that it was her at first. Kelsey has left for school years ago. Back then she was a teenager who used to come over and hangout with my ex-wife Claire and I. This young woman looked to different now. Her breasts had filled out and threatened to burst through the swimsuit she was wearing. It was a red two-piece swimsuit and tightly held every succulent curve of her, which told me that she was wearing a suit that was too small for her. The so-called "freshman fifteen" must have been more than fifteen and had definitely held on longer than her time at college. I wasn't complaining. She was the kind of plump that guys like me find irresistible.
I moved away from the window. Terrified that I would be caught. That was unlikely. The neighborhood could be oppressively quiet. Sometimes part of that was the lockdowns and the Covid paranoia, but most of it was just good old-fashioned suburbia. No one wanted to sully themselves with their neighbor's dirty business.
And mine was certainly dirty. I was fifteen years older than Kelsey. She was a grown adult woman of course, but fifteen years...what was I thinking? Even though I wasn't looking she was still domination my mind. I just had to poke my head out again. She had dropped her phone onto her father's lawn, and was bent over to pick it up. The view of her plump ass straining against her swimsuit bottom was something that most men had to go on the internet to find. It was such as good thing that it hurt me. In a time of depression, her bubble butt pointing up at me was a symbol of hope.
I was hooked then. I could already feel my cock stirring within my pajama bottoms. My reverie was finally when Kelsey suddenly turned around and stared up at me. There was a glint of anger in her bright blue eyes at first, but then it softened. She laughed and said something to the person that she was on the phone with while brushing at her wet brunette hair. I was just another perv, I thought. Kelsey probably didn't even remember me.
Then Kelsey did the unthinkable. She set down her phone, and then while looking directly at me, she flipped up the top of her swimsuit to flash me those large creamy white breasts that I had been ogling. My mouth was left agape, and she reeled back laughing. Desperately getting back to her phone so she could brag to her friend about the game she was playing.
She succeeded.
I knew what I was going to be jerking off to later, and Kelsey lost interest in me altogether. She went back to her cooler full of White Claw and her inflatable swimming pool. I had been just a minor distraction to the completion of her day.
I retreated from the window. Nervous, ashamed, and yet very excited. I was quickly developing a better errection than I'd had in a while. When I lost my last job before the pandemic, I thought that surely, I'd be drinking and jerking off more than ever now that I was stuck at home. Claire had already left me, and to be honest: our intimacy had declined immensely in the years leading up to the divorce. Yet, all of the free time had resulted in very little vice. Mainly I'd been reduced to watching videos on the internet, which just seemed sadder.
I walked over and sat down on the bench portion of my bench-press set. I'd converted the extra bedroom into my home gym/writing room--believing that if I could link the two activities together that would somehow help both of them. I don't think that it did, but the good news was that by frequently not eating out of disinterest I'd remained in decent shape, whereas the joke was that everyone else was blowing up from staying at home.
I was grateful for that.
I'd been planning on really pushing my writing that afternoon, but from then on, the only thing on my mind was the beautiful Kelsey. I was ruined for the rest of the day. Even jerking off and drinking a glass of my over-priced bourbon didn't help.
A few hours later, I was aimlessly walking around my house. My usual worries were all there. Steady work had been gone for months by then. The lockdown wasn't going to make that any easier. Yeah, I wanted to believe that I could make money with my writing, but the fact was that I hadn't managed to pull it off after years of trying. Fortunately, I'd been successful early on in life and I actually owned my house. However, like a lot of people it looked to me like the writing was on the wall when it came to living in California. San Diego was definitely better than the waking nightmare that was L.A., but even it was beginning to collapse.
I knew that my life was a hot mess, but I had no course correction for myself. No worthwhile ambitions. Kelsey still came to my mind. I envied her. Not that I believed that people her age were going to have an east time of it. Hell, the opposite was more likely than not. But...they never seemed to display any knowledge of that impending doom. I didn't know that if it was admirable or foolish.
There was a knock on my door. Loud. Insistent. I turned towards the sound. I didn't get many visitors anymore except for people trying to sell me stuff and this was after dinner time.
I answered the door, and to my rather horrifying surprise, it was Kelsey's father George.
He said, "Jeremy, good to see you. How you holding up?"
"Good as I can. What's going on, George?"
"Well, I'm not sure if you know but Kelsey came back home."
"She did?" I could still see her ripe tits in my mind.
"Yeah. The missus and I are happy about it...mostly, but uh...the thing is...we kind of made some changes to the house after she left and aren't exactly equipped for it. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that I gotta have one of those towable storage containers out here and there's not a lot of room with the motorhome and such."
"Alright. I think I get it. You want to park this storage thing in front of my house?"
"Yeah...basically."
Now, the old me probably would've played up some of the inconvenience bullshit up in hopes of securing a favor later on. Part of living in the suburbs is not wanting people to park in front of your house despite the street parking being "open to all". At that time, however, I barely gave a shit about most things. Claire would've hated having some ugly container parked out front, but she'd left a while ago.
After a moment, I said: "How long?"
George was smiling. He figured that he'd already suckered me. Maybe he did, but the vison of Kelsey was worth it, and I had the prospect of more.
She'd flashed me. What did it mean? Solving that mystery may have been worth it.
"Not long," said George. "When we get enough stuff loaded in there, they'll tow it to a yard or somewhere. It's actually a really good deal if you should ever need to it yourself."
I nodded.
Most people in the neighborhood assumed that I was doomed to downsize and retreat to some apartment somewhere. The loss of both your job and your wife is difficult to keep a secret for long. Those are the two things that define many modern men. People were not mean about it. I'd just been reduced to a sad cautionary tale.
I said, "No, worries, George. Anyways, it's good to see that Kelsey's back. Been a while."
"Yeah..." George sighed. "Kids...let me tell you...I don't want to say how much I spent on that girl's education, but it wasn't a small number. Now, she's back and it may have all been for naught. If you get what I mean."
I wasn't entirely sure that I did, but I said, "Sorry to hear that. They say that college isn't what it used to be, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah, that they do. You're not that much older than she is. You made it work."
"Well, the nineties were different time."
