My neighbor Gena had her first baby two months ago. But as I watched her bent over the rose garden next door Friday morning, I couldn't help admire the shape she gotten back into. Her hips were a little bit wider, clothed in a ruffled blue skirt that danced above 5 inches above her knee. A simple, white button-down was tied above her midriff.
I sometimes joined her and her husband for jogs every other day, which quickly trimmed her muscular, tan legs. I loved the way her sports bra bounced with each step, and envied the babe that was still feeding from her pert, C-cup Peruvian breasts. I got hard running behind her and watching the sheen of sweat form on her calves as her husband, Sergio, tried to talk with me about his bustling restaurant downtown.
Since my wife left me four months ago for another woman who she met on Facebook, I've had little to satisfy my sexual energy. The secretary at work who I had been screwing no longer was interested in 40ish something man who refused to buy her a new diamond every month. Tanya was a sexy redhead who could've been a model for Victoria's Secret, so she tried to hook up with my boss to try and get more perks. In actuality, she gave good blow jobs but otherwise needed to work on her technique.
Sergio and Gena were just in their twenties, having moved here from Peru after he got a work visa after high school. Sergio was highly Catholic, but Gena told me a secret about how they worked out things with immigration to stay longer. She confided in me for some reason, saying that she trusted me more than any other man, having been treated poorly in her own country. Sergio was the only other man she respected, but she has to leverage her beautiful Latina face and sultry body to get things done.
During one our recent Saturday afternoon visits, Gena told me about having to secure a green card by repeatedly being dominated, molested, and screwed by an INS agent. This went on for three years as Sergio worked his way up in the food business. One look at her luscious, shoulder-length brown hair, oval face, and dark eyes, I understood how she could seduce anyone. She told me that the INS agent may be the father of her baby, having stopped their affair after learning of Gena's pregnancy.
Hearing about this side of Gena, whereby she could use and be used because of her beauty, I tried to be supportive and sensitive, but I still felt an erotic stirring in my loins. I told her that her beauty deserves respect rather than be treated like a tool to get what she wants and needs. She fluttered her brown eyes as I tried to keep my face off of her soft bosom framed by the vee shape of her black button-down shirt. I told her about my frustration with my ex-wife as we moved into the kitchen, her shapely legs extending from her short jean cut-offs. Her luscious, wavy hair was pulled up in a business clip as she nodded her head empathetically.
"Well, my dear, a handsome man like you ought to find plenty of girls," Gena said with a dazzling smile framed by ruby lips. "I know your about 15 years my senior, but if I wouldn't mind to give you a try sometime." She gave me a flirty giggle and nodded her head in light-heartedly.
"You are a jewel, Gena," I replied with a smile. "I have no doubt that Sergio is the envy of the entire block. By the way, he should be back from work soon."
"I suppose you're right. Thanks for the talk; if you'd like to come over tomorrow morning I'd appreciate it. Sergio usually gets up early on Sundays to get the restaurant ready for evening diners. I like to have company when I pick up the house and look after junior."
I nodded before walking her to the door. I gave her a polite grin after she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She stood on the toes of her 5-foot-4 frame and kissed me goodbye on the cheek.
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The next morning, I woke up around 6:30 to pick up some danishes and Turkish coffee at Florentine's Cafe down the street. The vendor was selling spring flowers outside, so I picked up some tulips for Gena.
The sun already beat down on the cobblestone walkway leading to her Eichler-style house; Sergio's car was not in the driveway as I rang the doorbell.
Gena came to the door in her terry cloth robe, her swollen breast nudging the fabric aside as her baby fed from a dark nipple. Her brown eyes smiled as she saw the coffee and danish. I pecked her on the cheek after she greedily took the tulips.
"These are lovely," she gasped. "Sergio hasn't gotten me flowers since our anniversary half a year ago."
After we put junior back in his crib, Gena walked her shapely behind and small feet in the kitchen, where she made us omelets to accompany the other goodies. We giggled like high school kids as we gossiped about our mutual annoying neighbor across the street and grew serious as Gena talked about going back to college. She was hoping to be a teacher back in Peru and had the intelligence of a college professor, talking of leftist movements and their conflicts with Western-dominated globalization.
I helped her wash the dishes, noticing the gracefulness of strands of hair coming off of the nape of her neck. She wore in up again in her business-style updo, laced with the scent of lavender.
"I think I better do some dusting and mopping around here," Gena said. "Will you look after Junior?"
How could I refuse?
Gena put on a baby blue lace camisole and soft white shorts that stopped above her chiseled thighs. I could hear Miles Davis beginning to rouse the house as she switched on the stereo and I picked up junior.
As I played blocks in the living room with Gena's precocious infant, I could see her graceful limbs reaching with the feather duster. The arc of her feet and her calves showed as she dusted above the mantel. Junior giggled as she made him a face, eyes crossed before heading to the kitchen.
I gently zoomed Junior in air as he danced some tune that he undoubtedly hear on the TV, as mommy scrubbed the kitchen floor on her hands and knees. Her lovely cleavage peeped out
"Do you want me to get some sushi?" I asked after she finished. Junior and her seemed tired out midday needed a good lunch. "My treat."
"I think I better let Junior take a nap anyhow," she said "How 'bout I feed him and get him to bed while you go to the place around the corner?"
