Reggie couldn't believe how fast things fell apart. Somehow, another international manufacturing firm had patented a strikingly similar version of his premier technology before he and his partners were able to bring it to full development. His deal selling Anton the exclusive rights became null and void. Without any foreseeable cash flow, there was no money to repay the speculators' loans. And those underworld speculators were not 'forgive and forget' kind of folks. They had 'skin in the game' and wanted either their money or Reggie's hide. His only plan was to go into hiding, hoping things would blow over. And he had no idea how long that blowing over was going to take.
He picked an ex-burb of Baton Rouge, LA, hoping it would be far afield from any financial or gangland accomplices. It was a nice neighborhood, a new subdivision cul-de-sac with close spaced two story tract homes, some including pools and decks. His house did not have those backyard amenities, which was fine. As an international fugitive, he stayed indoors, hidden from curious satellites and drones, which he feared were being used to hunt him down. He only sat outside on the roofed and screened patio, needing some fresh air now and then. He shopped online for everything, including groceries, delivered and left on his front porch. He retrieved them only at night, at random times.
Early on, the house next door sold and the movers spent a day schlepping furniture and boxes inside. A middle-aged couple showed up thereafter. The wife was around all the time, running errands or fussing with the flowerbeds, but the husband was gone for days at a stretch.
One morning, his doorbell rang. It was too early for grocery or express package deliveries and he hoped it wasn't young Mormons offering a spiritual miracle to save his soul; what he really needed was a financial miracle to save his life. He peered through the keyhole; his lady neighbor was standing on his porch with a plate of cookies and a bunch of flowers. It would be suspicious if he didn't greet her; she knew he was there. She might call 911 thinking he was in too much distress to answer the door. He clicked off the bolts and eased the door open, peering outside.
"Hi!" she said brightly. "I'm Nadia, your neighbor next door."
"Hi, I'm Reggie. Sorry I haven't been neighborly about welcoming you to the community. I only moved here a month ago myself."
"Oh, that's okay. We all get busy. Can I come in?"
"Sure, sorry if the place is a mess."
Nadia stepped in and headed straight for the kitchen. She set the cookies on the counter and started rustling through the cabinets, looking for a flower vase. Reggie knew there wasn't one and hustled to get out a wine carafe as a usable substitute.
"I love to bake but with my husband travelling a lot and my daughter in college, I always make too much and if I don't get them out of the house, I'll gain 20 lbs. before I know it. Here, try one."
The cookies were delicious and Reggie offered coffee in return. Nadia settled at the kitchen table as he brewed the java. Now that he was less afraid of her presence in his hideaway, he took a closer look.
She was brunette, long wavy hair that stretched to mid-back. That wasn't all that was stretched; her red cotton t-shirt covered a very nice set of round tits and her middle age sized ass was nicely packed inside a pair of jean shorts.
"Do you live here alone?"
Reggie spun a story about selling a company and retiring on the wealth and getting away from the hustle and bustle and gold-diggers and philanthropy hounds and on and on and on. He asked her to keep it just between them as he really wanted to jettison his old life and just live in peace.
Nadia swore to keep his secret. She thanked him for his hospitality and said she'd check on him from time to time. He thanked her for that and she left.
The afternoon turned warm and Reggie sat on his back patio. He heard Nadia next door come out to her fenced pool deck. He heard the diving splash, some paddling and then wet steps. A lounge creaked and then silence.
His curiosity piqued, he went to his upstairs bedroom where his window gave him a full view of Nadia's backyard and pool. Her red bikinied body lay face down on a towel draped lounge; her ass was the magnificent mounds that he had suspected earlier in the kitchen. He ran downstairs and returned with his binoculars. While he was gone, she had rotated face up, her black bug-shield sunglasses protecting her mystifying grey eyes from the full sunlight. He couldn't avoid zooming in on the wet red thong pressed tight into her camel-toed labia crevasse.
Reggie stood back from the window, figuring the shadows would conceal his voyeurism. As he focused in, she sat up, reached back, unhooked her top and pulled it off, laying it on the deck beside her. She lay back again.
Reggie was transfixed by the sight of her full boobs, slightly pancaked by gravity into wider rounded sacks. He stared through the lenses for a while as his prick agreed with his assessment that she was one fuck-worthy babe. Almost unaware of himself, his fly came down, his dick came out and he stroked himself as he watched her. Ten minutes later, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, hitting his masturbation crescendo. His cum arched milky volleys that stained his carpet. He went to the bathroom to clean up and wandered dazed to his back patio.
It went on like that for a few days. Every afternoon, her full frontal display that ended in his self-induced ejaculation.
Then, one evening after her husband had departed on one of his trips, his doorbell rang. It was Nadia, again, wearing a bodycon red knit dress, makeup and heels.
"Can I come in?"
Reggie stepped aside and Nadia entered. Without a word, she trudged up the interior stairs; Reggie hurriedly followed her, dumbfounded. She headed straight for the bedroom window overlooking her pool. Reggie stood across the room, fumbled for words, an apology, or an excuse, whatever. 'Busted' he thought. She faced him, a calm look on her face.
"It's okay" she said and pointed across the side lawn towards her house. "You can even see into my bedroom window from here"
She walked to him, folded her top down to bare her nipples and pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around him, crushing the breasts of his dreams against his chest. When they came up for air, she leaned back, letting him survey her chest in the dying daylight. He simply stared and her hand wasn't helping to soothe his angst by rubbing his jeans covered cock.
"Do they look as good up close as through the window?"
His hands rose to cup and weigh her magnificent rose capped globes.
"Oh, my God, yes!" he murmured.
"I get so lonely when he goes away. All you had to do was ask."
Reggie didn't have to ask that night. Nor the next night nor the next. Whenever her husband was home, Reggie bided his time and temperament. But when the husband was gone, Nadia came to his house, to his door, to his bedroom and rewarded his patience with deep sensual sex. He knew it wasn't love, carnal lust maybe; Nadia mostly used him as a male piece of meat to quell her simmering sexual fever. It was becoming a great way for Reggie to pass the weeks, months, potentially years that he would face as he avoided his ferocious creditors.
The calendar moved past spring and the cool weather turned warmer. A problem arrived; Nadia's daughter Miki came home from college for the summer. The husband spent a few days home to catch up and Reggie's sexual patience was sorely tested. The only bonus was, that now, Nadia and her daughter sunbathed together on the pool deck. Reggie was in full voyeur mode as he scanned both topless women next door and masturbated away his frustrations.
