NEW NEIGHBORS
by Musings of Pan
After I retired I was getting lonely living in the old house where I had been for over 30 years. The neighborhood, which was once full of people my age was now populated by young couples who had jobs and families to raise and little time for an old codger. Also each year the house and grounds were becoming harder to maintain. And each year the stairs got longer and steeper.
I decided it was time to move but I was not ready to commit myself to a "RETIREMENT COMMUNITY" full of people who could hardly get around and were unable to hear well enough to conduct a meaningful conversation. I was sure that moving into such a place where everything was done for me would cause me to lose what capabilities I have left. Life requires some struggle just to avoid becoming a hobbling nothing.
After investigating as many options as I could find (especially those which offered a free lunch in the visit), I finally found what was called an over 55 community. It was a beautiful neighborhood of townhouse duplexes which had plenty of room. Even better it was full of people of my age who liked to congregate and were active. They were living on their own and handling their own daily problems. Yes, the outdoor maintenance was done by the townhouse association but I have never been a gardener anyway. This looked good and I could buy one of the townhouses for less then my house should sell for.
When a townhouse I liked came up for sale I bought it. Now came the part that scared me. How to get rid of all the stuff which I would not be taking and prepare to house to sell. Fortunately, my cleaning lady had a friend in that business and the fee was well spent. Within a month I was moved into my new location. Of course every time I needed something it was in one of the many boxes stashed in the two car garage. I searched through those boxes so many times I should have memorized their contents.
At least I had the basics operational. I had a bed, a chair, a television, a coffee pot, and something for breakfast. Needing the other things would give me an incentive to unpack. My plan to meet the neighbors would have to wait until I was at least organized enough to maintain a normal life. Current existence was more like camping.
After three days I thought I was making good progress. Some pictures on the walls, the kitchen stocked and organized enough for basic meals (I don't do more than basic cooking), and I had many of the boxes in the garage empty. So far I had not put up any window shades, window treatments as the stores like to call them to justify a higher price.
That morning I got out of bed, naked as usual, and started my morning routine. I always sleep naked. Long ago I got tired of being twisted up in pajamas or underwear and found it is easier to wear nothing. When I get to the bathroom I am all ready for my shower. Depending on what I am doing it is sometimes rather late in the day before I put on clothes, never before breakfast.
I was in the kitchen starting coffee when I glanced out the patio doors and saw the woman next door looking at me through her window. While I was naked, the top half of her which I could see through the window was also naked. She smiled and motioned for me to come over. I considered that I was going to meet the neighbors sometime so it may as well start now. Since she was at least partly naked I decided I may as well come as I was. I quickly slipped out the patio door and over to her door.
I was greeted by a good looking woman about my age who was also fully naked. She was about 5'4" with a body that was not slim but certainly not fat and ample breasts which sagged very little. Her vulva was shaved showing the start of a nice slit in front. The whole package was very appealing. "Hi'" she said, "I am Martha Bowles." I introduced myself while she led me into her kitchen where she had coffee and rolls laid out. I told her that I was glad to find that my being naked did not offend her. She responded that she has been watching me since I moved in and was quite pleased by what she saw.
We had a nice conversation over coffee and rolls. I was about to leave when she walked over, took my penis in her hand and said, "Come on. I want to see if this thing still works." She led me to her bedroom where she climbed on the bed and got on her hands and knees. After years of no sex, her handling my penis had gotten me hard and I figured it would be rude to refuse such an invitation so I came up behind her and placed my cock between her legs rubbing it over her pussy lips. I reached around her and stroked her clit which I found was already hard. Progressing downward I found she was quite well lubricated so I put my cock at her entrance and pushed in. It felt wonderful but was over too soon.
So I rested a few moments with my hard cock still in her and then started a slow in and out motion. She responded by moving against me. I reached under and held her boobs, rubbing them and her nipples. Then I slid my right hand down and started stroking her clit in rhythm with my in and out motion. Soon I felt her vagina contract around my cock as she climaxed. We collapsed on the bed and lay there while we got our breaths.
"Yes, you will do very well." she murmured as she rolled toward me pressing her breasts against my face. I wondered what she meant by that but was too comfortable between her large breasts to ask. After we recovered we went to the kitchen for coffee, still naked. Martha explained that she was part of a small group of single men and women which like to meet and, as she put it, explore their sensual sides. She asked if I was interested. Since for many years I had not had any sexual release except by myself, I told her I would like to try her group.
It was two days later that Martha came over. This time she was wearing clothes. She said her group was meeting tomorrow evening. She asked me to stop at her place at 7:30 with a bottle of wine and we would walk from there.
The next evening I cleaned up and changed out of the clothes I was wearing to work on organizing my new home. I picked up a bottle of wine and went to pick up Martha. She was wearing a white top which appeared had no bra under and a mid length print skirt. I wondered if she had panties under the skirt but I did not ask. We walked across the street and two doors down and rang the bell.
A trim looking woman about our age opened the door and looked me up and down. "You must be the new kid." she said, "I am Sandy." She led us into her living room where she introduced me to thee other men and two more women. With Martha and Sandy that made four women and four men. Not a bad mix.