Bob and his wife had been living in their house for many years, raised 3 kids there and now was working on the next generation. The neighborhood was very nice, well established but was seeing the residents getting older. The children had grown and moved on starting their own families, and what was left behind was a bunch of empty nesters, retiring or soon to retire. A few of the houses had become rental properties as the owner's moved off to live with their kids or simply died. Such was the case with the house next door to Bob. The owners had moved to Florida to be closer to their kids and decided to lease their house out jn case it didn't work out with the kids, they'd have a place to come back to.
Bob had never met his neighbor but had seen her around the neighborhood. His wife had spoken to her occasionally at the communal mailbox area. The neighbor was attractive enough in a rough sort of way. It was hard to gauge her age though Bob was pretty sure she was late 50s, maybe early 60s. Average height, lean though she looked to have a tummy pooch, short curly hair, heavily bleached ala Marilyn Monroe. Heavy eye makeup and always sporting a peach colored lipstick. Bob liked her lipstick choice. Bob's wife wore minimal makeup so it always caught his eye when another woman did. His wife told him her name, Mona, Maureen, Moira. Something like that. He really wasn't paying attention. Started with a M. He was pretty sure.
On this particular weekend a small storm blew through the neighborhood during the night. Damage was minimal except a section of the privacy fence between Bob's house and his neighbor blew down and Mona/Moira's little dog kept coming over snd crapping in Bob's yard. So Bob, being the good neighbor that he was, decided to go offer his services to repair the fence.
Before Bob could get next door, he looked out his window and saw the little ankle biter shitting in his yard and that was the last straw. Bob stormed next door, ready to give someone a piece of his mind. He banged on the door with his pissed off words on the tip of his tongue when Mona/Moira opened the door with her phone stuck to the side of her head. Bob was surprised seeing her up close, she was closer to 65 he decided but still had her good looks considering. But he was more surprised by how she was dressed or rather how she wasn't dressed. She was naked except for a pair of animal print granny panties and a transparent long robe that she was clutching closed with one hand and not doing a very good job at that. It barely contained her very large pendulous breasts, milky white with large pink areolas and thick pink nipples, surrounded by darkly tanned skin. Very distinct tan lines. It left very little to the imagination. Bob stood there taking in her large white breasts, contrasting tanned skin, her large hips with a bit of cellulite on her thighs and her small stomach pooch. Bob was shocked into silence, forgetting all about the ass chewing he was going to spout about the little dog. Bob didn't see many undressed women anymore unless he made a trip to the local titty bar but they had gotten so expensive he steered away. His wife never let him see her naked anymore during their once a month love making sessions, if it was that frequent. Mona/Moira, still on the phone, impatiently waved Bob inside the house before quickly shutting the door.
Finally, Mona/Moira hung up the phone and Bob stuttered and sputtered and got his name out and told her his plan to repair the fence. Mona, as it turned out, thanked Bob for his generosity and they decided that he would start the repairs the following day.
Once Bob returned home, he couldn't get Mona and her big tits out his mind. He took care of some chores around his house and he went upstairs to his 'man cave' that was really a spare bedroom to try to stay busy and make his budding hard on go away. After checking out his bedroom window at Mona's backyard he was surprised to see her lying by the pool completely naked this time. Oh sweet Jesus, his hard on was back in spades.
He grabbed a chair, slinging its contents out onto the floor and drug it closer to the window, sat down and started watching the show called "Mona" begin to unfold. Before he had even thought, he had his hand in the waistband of his shorts, rubbing and pulling his little friend to attention.
Bob sat by the window watching Mona, rubbing hisself raw when Mona's back door opened and an equally naked woman walked out carrying a tray of drinks. This woman was younger, probably mid-thirties, tall with an athletic build, dark brown hair piled on top of her head in a bun, large obviously fake tits and a shaved pubis with a landing strip of hair. Bob was instantly intrigued.
The brunette with her large fake boobs and dark round nipples jutting out like small fingers, walked to the pool area where Mona was sunning. Setting the tray of drinks down, Bob gets a good view of her plump ass. She leans down and kisses Mona as she hands her her drink. Settling in on the chaise lounger next to Mona, the brunette begins to apply lotion to Mona's legs starting with her feet and her coral colored toes. She slowly rubs the lotion in and one by one sucks on Mona's toes. From Bob's viewpoint, this is extremely sensual and sexy and he is sporting a raging boner.
