This all began around March and the time change back to Daylight Savings Time.
First a little background, I'm 45 years old and divorced for about eighteen months. My ex-wife, Jennifer was a real looker. She resembled Angie Harmon from Rizolli and Isles. She even possessed her deep sultry voice. She could suck and fuck like a porn star, but low and behold, she was a closet lesbian. When she finally came out, she didn't bother to even come to court for the final decree. She was happy and I was happy for her. We parted on good terms and she let me have the house where a lot of this happened about six months ago. She now lives with her lover and from what I've heard, she resembles Kelsea Ballerina and I wouldn't mind watching the two of them going at it, but I'm getting off the point of this story.
With that background, let me tell you, I'm a free lance I.T. trouble shooter. For the past year, I've been working for a large company out of Atlanta. I travel there about once a month from Jacksonville to update what I've been doing and checkout any more issues they have been having.
I have a lot of free time and make my own hours. With that being said, I still have a daily routine. I get up before dawn, workout and after that, I walk and jog on a treadmill for about an hour every morning. I work up a good sweat and this is where the story begins.
Every morning while working out on the treadmill, I do this in socks, tennis shoes and sweat shorts. Seeing I do this exercise for an hour, I work up a sweat and go without a shirt. After my time on the treadmill, I go around my sun room opening the blinds. Being just after dawn and the light on, anyone outside can see in. On this particular day, my neighbor, Trent Billings was just outside, watering his plants adjacent to my house. He looked up and saw me. He smiled and waved and went along with his watering.
I thought nothing of it and after I finished opening all of the blinds, I went into the kitchen to begin my routine of coffee and oatmeal breakfast.
The next morning, everything went on as planned, but when I opened the blinds, standing in the window of the house next door was Trent's wife, Noelle. She was dressed in a sports bra and sweatpants. She caught my eye and she winked and smiled. I nodded to her and went about my morning routine.
The next morning the same thing was happening, but this time, Trent was behind Noelle. He was nibbling at her neck and his hands were down the front of her sweat pants and it was obvious he was toying with her pussy. As for Noelle, her eyes were focused on my sweat covered body. She was biting her lip and once again she winked at me and licked her lips, wanting to see more. I smiled back at her and left for the kitchen.
The following morning, I changed up my routine and I opened the blinds before beginning my workout on the treadmill. Halfway though it, I saw her at the window and this time, she was alone.
Just a little background about Noelle. She's in her late 30's. She resembles Jenny McCarthy, A real blonde bombshell with a hourglass figure. I thought she had 40D breasts, but found out later that they were actually 38C and extremely firm and natural. Her aeroules were the size of silver dollars and her nipples were like tiny pinky fingers. Whenever she wore a tight sports bra, they poked against the material, more on them later. Her waist is so tiny, I could almost meet fingers when I held her. She had a bubble butt, but it was actually smaller, but looked larger because of her tiny waist. With her five foot ten inches, her long legs seemed to go on forever.
She was watching me with those large blue eyes and after a few moments, her hand ran down her flat, toned belly and slipped beneath her tight sweat pants. Her lips parted and she licked them as she kept her focus on my body.
All of a sudden, Trent was behind her and he was naked. He's in his late forties, receding hairline and a few inches shorter then Noelle. His hands snaked around her toned body and slipped upward and with one swift motion, he drew her sports bra up and off her body.
I felt a surge in my sweat shorts and I slowed the pace on the treadmill, not wanting to trip and fall off.
Noelle's eyes closed as she felt his fingers tweaking her large nipples. She opened her eyes and kept watching me. She saw the large bulge in my shorts and she winked, knowing her gorgeous body was the cause of the lump in my shorts.
Trent released her tits and his hands grabbed hold of her sweat pants and he tugged them down and he applied pressure on her shoulders and she willingly leaned over, pressing her tits to the window pane. I could almost hear her groan as she pushed back taking his fat cock into her pussy.
My cock was so hard it was aching. I slowed the pace even more and I tugged my shorts off and kicked them aside. As I walked slowly on the treadmill. I grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly.
Noelle's eyes were bugging out of her head as they locked on my eight inch fat cock. She sucked on her finger as she pushed back against Trent's invading cock. He picked up the pace and her body shook with each of his thrusts. All of a sudden he stopped and I knew he was unloading his load in her gorgeous body. A few moments later, he stepped back and left Noelle standing there. I could see her swollen pussy leaking a stream of pearly white cum. She reached down and scooped up a dollop of it and raising it to her lips, she licked her fingers clean.
I stroked my cock faster and she couldn't look away. Without notice, she stepped away and was gone. I slowed my stroking and stepped off the treadmill. I waited a few moments, but she didn't return. I knew she wasn't finished, but she didn't return. I thought Trent finished before she did. I slipped back into my shorts and went about my morning routine.
I heard Trent's motorcycle rev-up and he left the garage. I knew he was on his way to his week-end golf outing. He never missed a week-end of golf and she would be a golf widow for most of the day. Being a Saturday, I treated myself to a plate of Eggs Benedict. I was washing off the plate and just placed the plate in the dishwasher when I heard a soft tapping on the sun-room backdoor. I went to answer it and standing there was a fresh looking Noelle. I swung open the door, "Well hello neighbor, come on in. I was just finishing up breakfast. Would you like a cup of freshly brewed coffee?"
She came in and gave me a sweet smile, "That would be wonderful, John."
I noticed she had applied some make-up. She rarely wore it, not needing it, but there was a touch of eye shadow to enhance her large blue eyes. Her full lips were coated a some bright red lip gloss. That was not what I noticed. It was what she was wearing. Her long legs were encased in black stockings and she had a pair of fuck-me high heels. Over her lush body was a knee length satin red robe. It was pulled tight to accent her tiny waist. Her long blonde hair was puled up in a sexy, messy bun and she gazed at my half naked body.