About two years ago, our next door neighbors sold their house and moved out West. They were both in their mid thirties with one little girl of about four years old. He was a fairly average looking guy with an average build, but his wife was short and weighed well over 200 pounds. Why he found her attractive, I never quite understood. They had always been nice to me, but I wasn't going to miss them.
About two weeks after they moved away, the new couple moved in. Unfortunately, I was out of town over the weekend in which they moved in. One weekend later, I was shooting hoops in my driveway on my basketball goal when the new couple emerged from the garage. They waved at me and then came over to my driveway to introduce themselves. The new neighbors had already met my parents earlier in the week, but I had not seen them or met them as of yet. My mother had casually mentioned that their last name was White and that the wife was kinda cute.
The husband's name was Ron, who looked to be in his mid forties. He was tall and thin but yet somewhat muscular. He was in fantastic shape for someone at his age. It was his wife Elizabeth who really caught me eye. To say that this girl was attractive would be an understatement of grand proportions. Although Ron was at least 45 years old, Elizabeth did not look a day over 25. In all of my 19 years, this was beyond a doubt the foxiest babe that I had ever laid eyes on. Elizabeth was wearing an eye popping peach halter top with a plunging neckline. With the deep V neckline, almost a quarter of her stunning chest was visible. Her bottom half was covered with a jean skirt which perfectly showcased a pair of the most shapely legs which I had ever seen. She sported a pair of pale blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. Her blond hair hung a little longer than shoulder length, and she had cute little bangs above her forehead.
As I talked with Ron and Elizabeth, I was mesmerized by not only the ravishing beauty who stood before me but also by her soft sexy voice. We only talked for about five minutes, but I was completely overcome with lust for my new neighbor. Within a few weeks, Elizabeth had become the talk of the entire neighborhood. Since I was lucky enough to live next door to this buxom beauty, my other male teenage friends were extremely envious of my close proximity to her.
From my bedroom window, I could see over the fence into the White's backyard and swimming pool. My eyeballs grew as large as saucers when Mrs. White first appeared near the pool in a very revealing two piece yellow bikini. Her mountainous boobs were practically oozing out from the small yellow triangles atop her chest. Unfortunately, my school and work schedule did not give me a great deal of free time; therefore, my voyeuristic opportunities were somewhat limited.
As the weeks wore on, I gathered more information about Mrs.White. From several different sources, I found that Elizabeth and Ron had been married less than one year. Prior to her marriage with Ron, she had been engaged to a National Hockey League ( NHL ) player. Supposedly, she had ended the engagement. Rumors begin developing about her previous relationships, but the most interesting one involved her and the NHL player. A friend of a friend indicated that he knew a guy in an adjoining suburb who actually owned a videotape of Elizabeth doing the wild thing with her former fiancee, the NHL player. I actually could feel my cock growing as my friend indicated that she "did everything" on the tape including anal. I never saw the tape nor did anyone that I knew ever see the tape. For I all I knew, this could have all been some sort of urban legend; however, it certainly peaked my interest in my new neighbor.
My Mom had talked with Elizabeth on a few occasions and found that she was 27 years old and that this was her first marriage and Ron's second. Ron was a fairly high level corporate executive with a Fortune 500 company. During the week, her husband was almost a workaholic which included various overseas business trips. My Dad estimated that Ron earned between 200 and 300 thousand dollars per year. Elizabeth was so attractive that she was becoming some sort of cult figure in the neighborhood - at least with all males between the age of 13 and 25. When I mentioned and described to my friends about seeing her in the skimpy 2 piece bathing suit, they were all ears. One of my 16 year old friends actually offered me money to take pictures of her.
Eventually Spring rolled into Summer which created a few more bikini watching opportunities. With their backyard being fenced in, I was hoping that she would take off her top, but unfortunately this never occurred. As she lay face down on the chaise lounge, she would untie the top which gave me an excellent view of the left side of her left boob.
A few weeks later I was relaxing at home, when the phone rang. My parents were at work while I had the day off from my part-time job. Elizabeth, my sexy next door neighbor, had called concerning a computer problem. Her husband, Ron, was overseas and would not return until the end of the week. During the past few months she had learned that I was sort of a computer expert. She asked me if I could come over and try to fix her problem. I quickly threw on my shoes and walked over to her house. As she answered the door, I could see that she was decked out in a black halter tank top and a pair of extremely short white shorts. She guided me into the study which contained a computer, monitor, fax machine, couch and small TV.
"After I turn on the computer, it says that the operating system is not found. I have turned the computer off and then again back on, and I get the same message on the screen. I guess for some reason it doesn't recognize my Windows ME." said Elizabeth.
She had the problem diagnosed correctly, but on a scale of 1 to 10 this problem rated at least a 7. After trying a few options, I finally called the computer manufacture. With their help, we were again up and running. It took almost an hour and a half to solve the problem during which time I was obviously distracted by Elizabeth's good looks. Her boobs were practically spilling out of her halter top. Unfortunately for me, I was wearing only a thin pair of jogging shorts - without any underwear. Without the underwear, my cock would pitch a tent more easily. As I arose from the chair, I could see that she obviously noticed the bulge in my cotton shorts.
"I'am sorry. I'am so sorry." I said. With my embarrassment soaring to record levels, my face turned beet red.
"That's OK. That's OK." replied Elizabeth in her soft soothing voice. To ease my embarrassment, she quickly changed the subject and thanked me for fixing her computer. After she walked me to the door, I returned to my house. My mind was still spinning as I was still incredibly embarrassed by the whole episode. Luckily for me, Elizabeth never told my parents or anyone about my erection. I knew that if my "incident" had become known, I would never hear the last of it from my other teenage friends.
One morning in early August, Elizabeth again called me with a computer problem. To decrease the likelihood of another hard on, I wore an athletic supporter beneath my cotton shorts. I had never been so embarrassed before in my life, and I certainly did not want a repeat performance. After I walked over to her house, she explained that she had bought one of those flat panel monitors. She was trying to connect the new monitor with her computer; however, she was getting some sort of error message indicating a frequency problem. Apparently, the old and new monitor were at different frequencies. To solve the problem, I adjusted some settings. This fix was somewhat easier than the previous "operating system" problem.
By the time I finished with her computer and monitor, it was almost 12:00 Noon. Elizabeth asked me if I would like to stay for Lunch. Since I was wearing my jock and I was beginning to feel more comfortable around this sex goddess, I accepted her invitation. I couldn't help but notice her thin blue blouse as well the tight fitting jeans. Elizabeth was barefooted, and her well manicured toenails were painted bright red. When she briefly looked away, I would steal glances at her mountainous chest or her sexy tanned feet. We talked casually about many different topics, but she was most interested in my sporting activities. I was on the swimming team at college which gave me a slender and somewhat muscular frame.
"I love those swimmers at the Olympics. They look so sexy with their shirts off." said Elizabeth.
"I don't claim to be an Olympic swimmer. In fact, I lost by almost 2 seconds to a guy that didn't make the qualifying round." I said.
I was being modest. I was a good competitive swimmer, but certainly not on the level of the Olympics.
"I know this may sound sexist, but would you mind if you took off your shirt. I 've seen you once or twice outside without your shirt, but I want an up close view." said Elizabeth.
I wasn't sure where this was going, but I quickly obliged and removed my shirt as well as my T-shirt.
Elizabeth stepped over and sit down on the arm of the lounge chair in which I was sitting. She grabbed my biceps before tracing her fingers along my upper chest not before she gently swirled her index finger around my left nipple. I could feel my cock expanding, but the jock was keeping my missile in check.
"You've got nice pecs." cooed Elizabeth.
Elizabeth then sat back down in the couch less than 4 feet from me. We started a conversation about swimming before the discussion drifted off into different topics. After another 10 minutes or so, she excused herself to go the bathroom.
