Home from college and learns there is a cougar living next door
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Bob came home from his second year of college to spend the summer at home. He spent the previous summer staying in Tucson after his first year of college.
Both of his parents worked and were never home during the weekdays. He was fine with this and spent a few hours each day writing code for a friend's website. When he wanted a break, he would go out to the pool and swim a few laps to cool off and clear his head.
One day, he heard someone in the pool next door. He figured it must be Mrs. Baker. She has lived next door to them for as long as he can remember. He used to mow her lawn growing up. He always thought Mrs Baker was a very beautiful woman. She was about the same age as his parents and has lived alone for probably ten years.
Out of curiosity, Bob went upstairs to the balcony where he would be able to see inside yer yard. He saw Mrs. Baker getting out of the pool and laying face down on a lounge chair. It didn't look like she had changed much, still a little on the heavy side, but hers are the curves that dreams are made of. A true hour glass.
Bob sat in a chair on the balcony where he could sit and watch. He also took a magazine, so if she sees him, it would appear that he is just enjoying the day reading.
Bob was thinking, maybe with guests, Mrs. Baker would normally wear a one piece swim suit, but being by herself today, it was a bikini. He remembered his folks inviting her over for a BBQ and swim a few times when they were having a small party and Bob couldn't recall a single time seeing her in a bikini but she still got his attention in her one piece.
After several minutes he noticed movement out the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw her turn over. Bob was pretty sure she was still was unaware he was up there. He almost dropped his magazine when he saw her huge tits hung off either side of her chest, barely kept in place by her top. The string between the pieces of triangle fabric covering her nipples was stretched tight, probably six to eight inches of bare chest exposed.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Baker got up and went inside the house. The show was over. Bob went into his room and jerked off thinking about her.
What he didn't know was that she saw him when she rolled over. When she went inside, she looked back out the window and saw him going inside, too. She couldn't help but wonder if he was only on the balcony to look at her, or was he really up there just to read a magazine.
That evening his parents let him know they were having a BBQ with a few friends coming over tomorrow. Bob silently hoped they invited Mrs. Baker.
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A little after noon, the guests started arriving. They all arrived with a dish for the BBQ buffet potluck. Every time the door bell rang, Bob hoped Mrs. Baker would on the other side when he opened it.
It seemed that there were no other guests arriving so Bob went into his room for several minutes to check email, disappointed Mrs Baker hadn't come over.
When he joined everyone on the patio, he saw Mrs. Baker among the guests. His day just got a whole lot better. As he expected, she was rocking her one piece swim suit with a sun skirt tied around her waist.
Bob wandered around the people catching a glimpse of her whenever he faced that way. He really wasn't engaging with anyone besides the casual "hello" and "college is fine" chit-chat.
When he turned and looked, she saw him looking, and Bob saw that she noticed him looking. Mrs Baker had noticed Bob wandering around by himself and got his attention "Hi Bob! How have you been? Home for the summer?"
"Oh. Hi Mrs. Baker. Yeah I'm off 'til fall semester," he said making an effort NOT to look at her cleavage.
"Please. Call me Jan. You're not a kid," she insisted.
"Okay, but my parents always told me it's more respectful if I use Mr. or Mrs. when I am talking to adults," he said.
Jan giggled and said "But between adults, it's okay to use first names when you're friends. And you are an adult now, and a friend. But if you want, you can use Mrs. Baker around them, at least for now."
"Thank you, Jan. I think my folks will always see me as their nerdy kid," he said still making a conscious effort to control where is eyes looked "It seems they still think I'm nine instead of 19," still struggling to look anywhere else. He either looked directly in her eyes or glanced past her at the tree next door.
Jan thought it was obvious that he was avoiding looking at her cleavage. She giggled again "Oh come on. Look at you! You're not a kid. You've become a young man."
"Thank you for that. I think I'm going to hit the pool for a few minutes before the burgers are ready," he said.
