This story is slower than my usual content, there is no sex in this part and likely won't be in part 2 either. If you don't like slower stories, don't read this one.
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'Chirp! Chirp!' Mikayla heard outside as she arose from her slumber a new week just starting. The sound of chirping birds was a lovely reminder that spring was finally here. After a long, cold Canadian winter, warmer temperatures had finally come.
She turned over to find an all too familiar sight, an empty bed. Her husband Josh was long gone, it being past 9 and him leaving before 6.
They had met in their college's gym. She was in her 3rd year of undergrad, while he had just started law school. Josh was everything Mikayla was looking for then. She had dated a few young guys before him and they were fun but immature and she couldn't imagine a life with them.
But Josh was nothing like that. He was mature and loving but most of all he had unflinching determination for his life. When he wanted something, Josh made sure to get it. He was top of his class at law school, got an internship at one of the best law firms in Toronto, and turned that internship into a real job with his work ethic.
This applied to his love life, even admitting to Mikayla that upon seeing her, he needed to have her. Mikayla took it as a compliment, she had long known how she looked.
As Mikayla rolled out of bed she admired her own body. She had always had an athletic build, having grown up playing many sports. She played volleyball, soccer, and hockey through high school. Even after high school, she continued to workout and stay in shape and the results were apparent.
She had a skinny waist and curvaceous legs that drove other women mad with jealousy. Her legs led to her shapely, bubble butt. She had straight, long blonde hair and an incredibly attractive face with emerald green eyes. But she knew what her main attraction was, her breasts. She was well endowed with large, natural 32F breasts. She wasn't embarrassed by them, instead taking pride in her awe-inspiring figure.
She had had fun when she was younger, but when she met Josh she was looking for something more serious. And Josh was exactly what she was looking for in that moment. He was sweet and generous, and was a genuine person, unlike a lot of people today. They instantly connected and have been together ever since.
They had both grown tired of the club scene, instead preferring somewhere quieter to talk. They didn't like the loud music, dirty floors, and overpriced booze clubs had to offer. Instead, a night at home with a bit of wine and some reality TV was their perfect date night. They just enjoyed each other's company.
As Mikayla walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, she had almost forgotten what spending time with Josh was like. Josh's work ethic and determination were great qualities to have usually, but they can also be taken advantage of. It was announced in December that one of the partners at Josh's law firm would be retiring and that they would be looking internally for a replacement. Josh's boss had made hints that he was being considered. And now that Josh had a goal, he was all in.
When Josh's boss's assistant quit, Josh volunteered to take on their responsibilities. He was now working 12 hours and 6 days a week to keep up with the extra workload. He was salaried so all this was for free basically. He wanted to impress his boss so badly, he was working himself to exhaustion.
This left Mikayla home alone often. She worked as a graphic designer, so she worked mainly from home. She was good at her job and customers usually left happy with her work. She had supported Josh as he made his way through the last 2 years of law school. They then saved up for a year to buy their current house.
In November of last year, they moved out into a suburb about 45 minutes from Toronto. Josh didn't mind the drive and Mikayla loved that the neighborhood was quiet. Lately, though, she does wish she wasn't so far from the city. With Josh gone most of the day, she found it quite lonely through the winter.
She walked downstairs in a white set of underwear. She rarely put clothes on in the early morning, both her and Josh preferred waking up to a warm house, making clothes optional. At this time of the morning, most people had already left for work, so she wasn't concerned with peeping neighbors. She felt her heavy breasts bounce as she walked down the stairs.
Before heading to the kitchen to get breakfast, she would always open the curtains to the large front window. She loved the natural light it brought in the morning, although a recent rainy week had dampened this tradition.
But today was different as the sun blazed down, winter weather was over and the first signs of summer were here. As she opened the curtains, she felt the warm beams of light on her bare skin. She stood there for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunny day. It wasn't until her eyes fully adjusted did she noticed her neighbor from across the street.
Martin Jones was a retiree living across from Mikayla. He was 71 years old and had moved out here over 15 years ago after his wife left him. He had watched this neighborhood grow into the commuter town it is.
Mikayla and Martin had had a few interactions. He came over and introduced himself to her when they first moved in. He also gave them a Christmas present, an adorable fairy figurine for their garden. He also helped them shovel their driveway during a few snow storms as he had a snow blower. Other than that though it had just been some friendly waves.
Mikayla had a warm smile on her face as she waved at the elderly man. He was sitting on his porch, a newspaper in one hand, a coffee in the other. She saw a shocked look on his face and was confused for a second. Then she remembered she was only wearing a small set of underwear.
She panicked, covering her chest up with her arms before turning and and beginning to run towards the kitchen. In her panic to get away, she accidentally flashed her panties cladden butt to her neighbor, only realizing it when she was already out of view.
When she got to the kitchen, her heart was still racing and her face was flush. She was completely embarrassed by the interaction. She nervously paced around wondering just how much the old man had seen.
Mikayla had to stop and take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. He probably hadn't seen much and there was nobody else around. He might tell a few buddies but nothing bad was likely to come from it. She'd just have to et dressed before opening the curtains.
Once sufficiently calm, Mikayla poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. 'Ugh... that next interaction is going to be awkward.' She thought to herself as she ate. 'Bet he enjoyed it though.' She thought with a smirk on her face.
She finished up her breakfast and cleaned the kitchen up. They were low on milk and a few other things, so she knew she needed to go to the grocery store. She snuck upstairs, avoiding the front window as best she could, and changed into a white long-sleeve and jeans. She threw on some heels as she always loved how they made her legs look.
On her way out the door, she saw Martin was still outside, now surveying his front yard. She decided now was as good as any to talk to him and clear the air. She jumped in her car and backed out onto the street. She pulled out in front of his house and rolled down the window.
"Hey, Martin." She said getting the old man's attention. "Sorry about the little show this morning."
"Oh, I won't complain!" He replied with a smile. Mikayla felt herself blush from the older man's remarks.
"Haha, ya, I'll umm, see you around." Mikayla replied, then drove away.
Mikayla went to the grocery store and got what she needed. Her mind kept thinking about the "show" she put on this morning and her short interaction with Martin. His comment had confirmed he had enjoyed her little mistake, she didn't blame him for that. She also felt a weird thrill to it.
She had always loved showing off her body to her previous boyfriends and Josh. She often bought lingerie as a surprise for them. But that was different, those were men she had been involved with, Martin was mostly a stranger. And yet she had to admit it was an adrenaline rush letting him see her like that.
When she got home, she began to put away the groceries, when she heard a knock at the door. She went to the door, curious who it could possibly be. She opened the door to see Martin standing there. She had to look down at the skinny elderly man, her heels making her an inch or two taller than him. He had a balding head and withered old face that looked nervously back at her.
"Oh, hi Martin." She said, surprised to see her neighbor.
"Hi, Mikayla." He replied. "I just wanted to apologize for my comment earlier. It was inappropriate for me to say that."
"Oh, don't worry about it." She answered. "I took it as a compliment."
"Still, it's not right to make such comments at a woman. I should know better." He told her.
"Well, thank you." She responded. "Although, again you had nothing to apologize for."
"Well, good. I'm glad we cleared the air." He said.
"Me, too." Mikayla replied. "Would you like to come in for a coffee or tea?" She offered to be friendly.
"I don't know." He answered. "Are you not too busy?"
"No I set my own working hours, so I have time." She responded.
"Well, ok then." He replied.
Mikayla ushered him inside and led him to her kitchen. Martin tried to resist but couldn't help but take a peek at Mikayla's jean-cladded butt. He knew it was wrong but he's only human after all.
"Coffee or tea?" She asked him, turning around and just catching a glimpse of Martin looking.
'Was he looking at my butt?' Mikayla wondered. 'Hehe, guess he couldn't help himself.'
"I've already had 2 coffees this morning, so I'll do a tea if you don't mind." He answered, sitting down and averting his eyes knowing he got caught.
"Sure what kind? I got green, black, peppermint, or lemon ginger." Mikayla asked.
"Green is fine with me." He replied.
"Great, I'll put the kettle on." Mikayla told him.
She filled the kettle with water and put it on the stovetop. While she waited, she pulled out the teabags, mugs, and milk. She then remembered that the sugar was in the bottom cabinet, right in front of where Martin was sitting. She got a naughty idea and went with it.
"Here let me grab the sugar." She said, giving him devilish eyes as she walked over to the cabinet.
She bent over at the waist, pushing her butt up in Martin's face. She started to sway her hips back and forth pretending to look for the sugar. Her jeans stretched as her butt filled them out nicely.
"Where is that sugar?" She asked as she felt Martin's eyes on her.
Martin's heart was pounding through his chest as he watched his sexy neighbor look for the sugar. He had tried to advert his eyes, but no straight man could resist looking.
'Is she doing this purposely?' He wondered. 'No, that's crazy... right?'
"Here it is!" Mikayla said after 15 seconds and then stood up straight.
Martin looked away before she turned around but she knew he looked from the guilty child look he had on his face. The water just finished boiling as she placed the sugar down on the table. Mikayla went over and prepared their tea, handing Martin one of the mugs before sitting down across from him.
"So what is it you do again?" Martin asked.
"I'm a graphic designer." Mikayla replied.
"Ahh, so you create all the packaging and logos, right?" Martin responded.
"Yes, exactly."
"Anything, I'd know?"
"You know that Australian-themed bar that just opened on Front Street? I designed their logo and menus."
