A departure from my normal genres and arguably one for which I have no credentials. Keep an open mind, I hope you enjoy.
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As I have for the past month I sit here on my front steps awaiting the return home of my neighbor. Slowly sipping my tea my hands cupping the mug, my thumbs to my lips, a thousand thoughts play in my mind. What in the world am I doing here anyway?
An attractive healthy young woman waiting to catch the slightest of possible glimpses of my neighbor as she pulls into her drive, checks her mail and then walks into her house. Obsessing? Maybe. Dreaming? Yes. Wishing? Most definitely.
I sit wishing against all hope that she may notice me one day sitting on my porch enjoying the sunset. Oh how I would love for her to sit here with me as the sun sets fire to the sky, her presence sets fire to my soul.
Remembering back a few days ago, she came home from work wearing a nice business suit, low cut white blouse with her jacket slung over her arm. Her breasts bounced nicely in her blouse; it sure doesn't take much to get me fantasizing. I thought she glanced over my way just as she was getting her mail but she didn't acknowledge my presence. I was happy she got a lot of mail that day; she stood there, her back to me going through it all, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, her nice firm bottom showing off in her skirt.
I must admit, I've gone inside and brought myself off a number of times just thinking of what it would be like to be with her. I've never been with a woman before but I have wanted to so bad. Guess I'm just a little shy about it. I'm even shy with guys but that's different. I wonder what it would be like to touch a woman, to taste her, feel her softness. I enjoy touching my self and even tasting my juices on my fingers while I play in my pussy. But to be with another woman would be heaven.
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Oh my god, it finally happened and it was so fine, I still can't believe it. Saturday morning I was drinking my coffee on my porch, not really thinking of my neighbor, just letting my hair dry. My neighbor came out to get her paper wearing a big sweatshirt with the sleeves and neck tore out and these huge fluffy white house shoes.
When she picked up the paper she looked across the street right at me and waved. I know I had a huge smile on my face; partly because of her slippers and partly because she finally noticed me. I waved back and mumbled, "good morning." I don't know if she heard or not. She turned to go back in her house then stopped and turned back to me. She then just crossed the street and walked right up to me smiling the whole way.
Her name is Jenny, and god she looks so good up close; much nicer than I thought. She apologized for not having introduced herself to me before but that she was rather busy, just starting out in a new job with lots of take home work. I was melting; I could barely keep my thoughts together. I was sure I was making an idiot of my self.
We talked for just a bit, she said she had to go into work today, we laughed about her slippers. She put one foot up on the step at my feet and bent over to pet the white fluff, saying how comfortable they were. When she did her torn out sweatshirt neck opened up and allowed a great view of her breasts. I couldn't help but stare and when I looked up she was looking right at me with a sly grin on her face. She then said she had to get going, shook my hand and started back home. Half way to the street she stopped and said she had noticed that I sit out and watch the sunset every evening, would I like some company. I managed an audible yeah, sure.
She just smiled and said, "I'll be home around six then, I'll look forward to it." With that she strolled on home her butt bouncing as she walked.
I could barely contain myself all day and sure enough, at 5:30 there I was on the porch with my tea. She drove up at 6:05 waved this time as soon as she stepped from her car, checked her mail and then called over that she would be just a minute; "don't let the sun go down without her."