When I woke up Friday morning, I knew that I was lucky enough to have the day off, and thus a long weekend, but I didn't know HOW lucky, or how fortunate.
Out of a force of habit, I woke up at my usual way too early, but I was able to stay in bed longer and drift in-and-out of sleep for the next hour or so. When I finally got up, I decided to take a bike ride.
I started riding again a year ago, in an effort to try to get back in shape. I had always enjoyed biking more than jogging, and at my age, it was much easier on my knees.
Riding had done a lot of good for me. I lost thirty pounds, my legs were in the best shape that they'd been in for twenty years, and my stamina increased, something my on-again-off-again girlfriend completely enjoyed.
When I came back from my ride, the neighborhood was still pretty quiet, with a couple of people out watering their lawns. It was late summer, and all of the kids were enjoying their last couple of weeks of freedom and sleeping late.
As I reached my house, I saw that Margie, one of my neighbors who lived a couple of doors down from me, was one of the early risers.
Margie and her husband Jeff had moved in a couple of years ago, along with their two boys. We were on friendly terms, but I didn't really know them well enough to call them friends.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that they had a rather volatile marriage, with Jeff leaving her twice, and her leaving him once, all with-in the four years that they lived here.
They were nice enough people, but a little too indiscreet for my tastes.
Almost every neighborhood get together, whether it was all of us for a cookout or party, or just the men for a few drinks, turned into a discussion of their sex life, with Jeff bragging about their latest exploits, or Margie bragging about her husband's alleged size, especially when she'd been drinking.
They were both in their late thirties, almost ten years younger than me, and also claimed that they had sex two or three times a day. Most of us, both men and women, found that very hard to believe. I wrote it off as nothing more than the usual High School-type locker room type talk...all bullshit.
I waved at Margie when I saw her look up at me. Wanting to be a good neighbor, I stopped my bike and got off and waited as she walked over.
"Hi neighbor!" she said. "What are you doing home today?"
"I've got the day off," I told her. "We've got an OSHA inspection at the job-site today, so everyone has the day off."
"Nice!" she replied. "It's a beautiful day to have off!"
Fortunately for me, it was a bright, sunny morning, so I was wearing dark sunglasses, which allowed me to look over Margie's body as we talked in my driveway.
She carried a few extra pounds, but carried it very well, and stood about eight inches shorter than me, with long, dark hair that almost reached her ass, pulled back in her usual braid.
Being of Mexican-Native American descent, she had a darker, almost tanned complexion, and she had a large set of tits that she enjoyed flaunting at neighborhood parties. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, which showed off her tits, legs, and round ass very nicely.
"So, what do you have planned for your day off?" she asked.
"I've got a little running around to do," I told her. "I want to get a few things done so I can just enjoy myself and relax tonight. Have a couple of drinks, and start the weekend off right."
"Maybe I'll come over tonight and relax and drink with you!" she replied, laughing. "I could use something like that. Jeff's gone to his brothers, and took the boys with him, so I've got nothing big planned tonight."
"Well, you know where I'll be," I told her. "But right now, I need a shower."
"Mmm," I heard as I walked down my driveway. "Have fun!"
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Later that evening, I was a bit horny, having looked at all of the cute MILF's and hot college girls doing back-to-school shopping while I was running around, so I decided to log on to Literotica and find a few stories to stroke myself to before Margie showed up.
I went into my spare bedroom, which doubled as my "office", and slid my shorts down around my ankles as I waited for the computer to log on.
As I started up the music player for some background tunes, I saw a reflection out of the corner of my eye in a picture on my desk of something moving in the window behind me.
My browser opened up as I looked at the reflection again and saw that it was Margie peeking in my window.
She was straining to see what I was doing, so I decided to have a little fun and opened up an amateur porn movie site instead of Literotica.
I found a movie that looked interesting, ironically titled "Big-Titted Milf" and clicked on it.
The movie started right into the action, and I sat back and began slowly stroking my shaft.
From the angle that she was at, I knew that Margie wasn't going to get a good view, and soon enough I saw her disappear from that window in the direction of the near corner of the house, towards the other window in the room, closer to the desk.
When she was gone, I quickly got up and ran out of the room, pulling up my shorts. Then I quietly slipped out my back door, and snuck over towards where I saw Margie move to.
As I reached the corner of the house, I quickly peaked around and looked towards where I knew she would be.
Margie was standing at the corner of my window with her back to me, peeking in towards my computer chair.
I could tell that she was craning her neck as she looked around, obviously confused as to why she couldn't see me. I quietly snuck up behind her, staying out of her line of sight the whole way.
"What'cha looking at?" I asked softly, leaning into her ear as I stood right behind her.
Margie screamed in surprise and jumped. "Holy shit! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Good," I said. "So...?"
"Umm, I was just trying to see if you were home," she stammered.
"Oh really?" I asked. "By looking in my office window instead of ringing my doorbell?"
"Well, um, I didn't know..." she said, looking down.
"You didn't know that I'd catch you peeking in my window," I said, noticing her gaze pause on the crotch of my shorts before she looked at the ground.
"No," she replied quietly.
"So, why were you looking in my window?"
Margie mumbled something that I couldn't make out, and I told her to speak up.
"I heard the music coming from the window, so I looked in," she said. "I saw you pull your shorts down, so I watched."
"I wanted to see for myself," she went on. "Your girlfriend told me that you had a big one, and I just wanted to see..."
"Tammy told you I had a big cock?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, speaking softly again.
"Why would she do that?" I asked, knowing that Tammy wasn't the type to just blurt out something like that.
"Well, at the Fourth of July party, by the end of the night, when all us girls were getting drunk and talking, we started talking about the guys, and their...size," she told me.
"And she just volunteered this information?" I asked.
"No," Margie replied. "I might have kept bugging her until she told us."
"You 'might have'?" I asked. "Or you did?"
"I did," she answered meekly.
"And just why is my size all that important to you?" I pressed.
