We met Rick and Nora Adams while walking our dog in the neighborhood. They had just moved into a big, 2 1/2 story house overlooking the lake. I wonder how it got past the building code for lakeshore blocking, as it does, the view from the house across the street. Rick came forward to introduce himself and Nora and shake hands. Having grown up in northern Minnesota, I had never seen a black person in person. On TV coverage of the civil rights marches met with violence by southern whites and supported by racist police, I realized the full nature of racism against African Americans in our country. In college in Duluth, I may have glimpsed a few. In grad school, in Minneapolis, I met one, but he didn't seem representative, with his nervous, flighty behavior. Consequently, I was delighted at the opportunity to become friends with our new neighbors.
They were about ten years younger than I. My wife was 4 years older than I. Rick was about 5' 8" or 5' 9" and thin. He was a Type 1 diabetic and had to take insulin faithfully every day. Nora was about 5' 6" with a pretty face, a voluptuous figure (my favorite kind), nicely curved legs and a husky, sexy voice with a trace of Missouri accent. Rick was a painter and Nora a nurse. Their work was in Minneapolis, so this was their lake home getaway. They spent about two days a week here, so we didn't see them often. They invited us to supper.
I admired how Nora filled out a dress that was short and cut low enough to display some cleavage. We had similar political views. Nora was a devout Christian, like my wife Jenny, but Rick was Muslim. It was the second marriage for both; they had no children together.
The following year, we were able to buy a better house and move from a hundred year-old two-story 1000 sq ft place into a 1400 sq ft ranch style house with a finished basement. The first people we invited to supper were Rick and Nora. She wore a dress that clung to her ample curves, showed her legs and displayed some cleavage. They had a dog, much bigger than ours. We also learned that Rick was not always faithful to his diet and medical regimen, infractions which had put him in a hospital and intensive care!
During the next several years, we visited each other a few times, mostly when we passed their home and one or the other was outside. I usually received a long, warm hug from Nora. Big-breasted women give such wonderful hugs!
Several years passed. I learned that Nora's birthday was on September 4th, so I got her a red rose and walked over with it during the noon hour. Rick opened the door. He turned and shouted to the upstairs,
"Nora, put something on! Bill's here!"
How sensual of her to be lounging in a negligee into the afternoon! I hoped she wasn't wearing pajamas. I hate to see women wear boring pajamas to bed. Nora came down the stairs wearing a white nylon cover-up that matched her negligee underneath. It was thin as her negligee and translucent so it didn't cover the outline of her negligee, which was mid-thigh, cut low and had spaghetti straps. She thanked me for the rose with a long, warm hug. There were just 3 thin layers of cloth between her breasts and my chest. We sat in their kitchen and talked. Rick soon found something else to do. Nora's robe would slip open to expose the bare, brown lower half of her thighs.
As I left, she gave me another exciting hug and followed me out onto the front stoop.
"My chrysanthemums aren't doing well. Can you tell what's wrong with them?"
She bent forward to point at them. Her gown and negligee fell away from her body. I saw her luscious brown right tit dangling free, its nipple excited extremely erect from our hugs! She looked so sexy that I wanted to grasp her tit and take her to bed! Was she aware of her display? I doubt it. Women often are sexiest when they accidentally expose intimate views of their bodies. Then why venture a compliment, make them self-conscious and thus inhibit them?
A year later, after a long debilitating combination of illnesses, my wife died. We had no children. I and a friend wrote notices to people who knew us. The Adams came to my house one day. Nora gave me a long, warm hug.
"Let us know if there is anything you need, anything we can do." She said.
Six months later, I had to have our dog euthanized. We had her for 15 years, leaving me even more bereft.
I lost touch with the Adams for several months. While walking in the neighborhood, an SUV stopped. Nora got out to say hi.
"How are you doing?"
I told her how much I missed my wife after 45 years of marriage.
"I just got back from the hospital. Rick had nearly died from not following his diet and taking his insulin! If he doesn't take care of himself, there's not much I can do. I'm going back after I do a few things here."
The following spring, I received an announcement from Nora that Rick had died. The funeral would be in Minneapolis. The next time I saw her, she was just driving into her driveway. She opened her door and said,
"Wait for me and I'll walk with you. I need the exercise!"
Sitting caused her dress to ride halfway up her bare thighs. She joined me.
"What am I going to do with this big vacation home all by myself? A friend of Rick's built it and then ran out of money, so we took over the mortgage. Now, it's finally paid off."
We walked along to my house. Having seen that she liked house plants, I asked her inside to show her my collection of house plants.
"Are you staying overnight?"
"I'll stay for the weekend. Why don't you come over for supper?'
"I'd be glad to!"
I almost walked her back home.
Should I bring a Viagra, just in case? That's a crazy fantasy! She won't be thinking about sex. Your imagination is running away with you! Still, it won't hurt to be prepared. Should lightning strike, or sparks fly, I want to do the lady justice. She won't know what I have in my pocket.
Learning that she would cook chicken, I brought a chardonnay. I find a chilled chardonnay aged in an oak barrel, quite refreshing in warm weather.
I arrived at 5:30. Nora greeted me with a hug. She wore an apron to protect her dress.
I asked for wine glasses and poured some for us.
"Cooks often sip wine while they prepare their food."
I wasn't sure about this, but it suited the situation.
"I'm not used to drinking fancy wine. I seldom drink alcohol, but this is a special occasion."
While she worked in the kitchen, I ogled her jutting ass. After she served the food, she removed her apron. I hardly noticed the food, because she wore a white sheath dress that clung to her hips, breasts and ass. It was sleeveless, several inches above her knees and cut low to provide the dark background of her skin for the white of a pearl necklace. She wore pearl earrings.
"You're all dressed up and that dress is quite becoming!"
"It's tight and makes me feel fat, almost busting at the seams!"
"You have a voluptuous figure, my favorite kind, and the dress shows your curves."
"Thank you! That's good for my morale!"
She had baked a chicken and sweet potatoes, and cooked greens. Dessert was strawberries with whipped cream.
"I let Rick do a lot of the cooking. I don't like to shop, and I like to relax when I get home from work. So I hope my efforts please."
"I appreciate your efforts and your company."
I re-filled her glass, and she took a sip and then a bigger sip.
"Actually, this tastes good! It's refreshing and goes well with the meal!"
Soon, her glass was empty again.
"That really goes down fast! I just feel a little bit high. I wonder if I dare have another."
I re-filled her glass and mine.
When we were done, I helped her to clear the table so that we could get to the living room sooner.
When she bent to pick up the TV remote, I saw her breasts down to her bra.
"I don't know if I'll want to come here very often, alone! I have some nice neighbors, but the only friend I have here is you."
