Hi I'm Laurie. I am 20 years old, 5'3", blonde with usually a ponytail, blue eyes, and quite cute. My husband Jimmy is 21, 5'8", and just started over the road driving an 18-wheeler. He is gone 4-5 days week. I work at a local department store part time. We live in Thomasville, Georgia in an apartment on the edge of town. The apartment building is an L-shaped due to the roads. Our big front yard is a cornfield. Our neighbor is Darrell. He is a super nice, single, 60-year-old retired military black man. When he saw us moving in, he came over to help us. He also brought us pizza and cold beer that evening. We really enjoy talking with him.
I work 6 hours on Friday and Saturday. Jimmy usually comes home on Friday evening and goes out again early Monday morning.
In my spare time I enjoy sitting on our porch. Due to the nice warm weather, I usually wear my short shorts and a halter top.
This morning I am sitting on my porch and Darrell walks on over. His 6'4" height with a great build catches my eyes. I stand up and say, "Hi, my favorite neighbor. I'm pleased to see you!
Darrell says, "Hi, my beautiful neighbor girl. I came over just to see that cute smile you have."
We continue our friendly talking when he says, "I saw you taking your laundry out and I don't remember you having a washer and dryer when you moved in. I came to make a deal if you are interested. If you would like to use my washer and dryer and maybe help me keep my place neater, I can pay you some for your work."
I say, "We sure could use the money. I'll ask Jimmy when he gets home tonight."
He says, "Great! It sure would make my life easier. We will talk tomorrow then."
When Jimmy comes home, he and I talk about it. Since we won't need to pay the laundromat and could use the extra money, we think it would be a good idea. We walk over to Darrell's, and we all agree to it. He gives us a cold beer to seal the deal. I tell him I will be there Monday morning. Jimmy and I enjoy the rest of the weekend together, and as young couples do, we make love at least twice.
Monday morning at 9 a.m. I bring my laundry over to Darrell's apartment. He opens the door with a big smile.
Darrell says, "Come on in. I've been waiting for your pretty face. I put my laundry in the washroom. Just wash it as you think best. I have a few telephone calls to make".
As I separate his clothes, I notice the nice silk underwear and all the UA T-shirts. I put a load in and start straightening and cleaning the kitchen. Between the laundry and cleaning the morning passed fast.
About noon, Darrell came in and got some chips and soft drinks out. We ate our lunch on the porch. Talking to each other was so easy. He carried my laundry back to my apartment and thanked me for doing his laundry and cleaning.
I took a nice nap and cleaned my apartment. Then I sat outside, reading my book. It was a very enjoyable afternoon. As it got dark, I could see Darrell walking by his bedroom and living room windows as he moved throughout the house. It reminded me that I should close my curtains, but I soon forgot that.
At about 10:30 p.m. I stepped outside to get some fresh air. As I saw the movement in Darrell's bedroom window, I watched him strip off his shirt and then his trousers, just leaving him in his silk underwear. I meant to turn away but just couldn't as I watched him walking around. I smiled as I remembered my husbands' binoculars. Speaking to myself I said, "Shame on you Laurie. You are married and shouldn't be thinking of things like that! But....It might be fun!" I then looked for the binoculars, but my husband must have taken them with him.
I then walked thru the living room in my shorty pj's just because. I slowly closed the curtains while standing in front of them. Darrell's lights were turned off.
The next morning, I got out of bed at 9 a.m. I stepped outside in my pj's and stretched, breathing in the fresh air. I saw a movement at Darrell's window and went back inside smiling. I will definitely buy some binoculars today and keep them hidden from my husband. I had my breakfast, did the dishes, and went to town where I purchased a nice set of binoculars from the pawn shop. I really don't know why I would consider watching Darrell because I would never cheat on Jimmy. I guess it is just for the thrill and to build excitement for when Jimmy comes home this weekend.
I go out on the porch to read and Darrell waves me over. He has on a tight U/A t-shirt with shorts. Darrell says, "Would you like a cool glass of wine? And I have some warm fried chicken if you would like to eat out here with me."
I say, "That is really nice of you to invite me. Wine is always appreciated, and the chicken is also." I am thinking of how fine he looks for his age.
We sat there enjoying the weather, food, and wine. Our verbal banter is nice, and we laugh a lot.
Darrell says, "I will be gone tomorrow and hopefully overnight if I am lucky. Here is a key to my place if you will keep an eye on it.
Laughing I say, "In that case I hope you don't come home until late day after tomorrow. I hope you really get lucky."
Darrell says, "At my age it seems that any dates are looking for a Sugar Daddy or a place to live. It's hard to find anyone looking for a nice relationship.
I decided to wait until dark to try out my new binoculars. When Darrell turned his lights on, I left mine off until I adjusted the binoculars. I found what I thought was the best viewing points. I turned on the living room lights, leaving the bedroom dark. I was watching from the bedroom when Darrell came into his bedroom. As he took his shirt off, I caught my breath. His physique was more beautiful than I thought. Then he slowly took his pants off leaving him standing in his silk, tight, underwear. I couldn't believe what I think I see. It has to be just a shadow. Darrell walks into the living room and does a few things. I am really getting turned on just watching him move. He then turns off both lights. I catch my breath and walk into the living room. WOW! I never expected these feelings. I'm happily married, and he is 60 years old!
I take my fresh baby doll pj's out of the dryer. Standing in the living room with the lights on, I slip my halter top off and slip my shorts and thong off. I slip my pj's on, turn off the light, and go to bed.
The next day I go over to Darrell's to clean the house. I decide to wash his sheets and go into his bedroom. As I am working, I see binoculars sitting on his nightstand. I use them to see into my living room. They are adjusted perfectly. I think, "Uh-Oh!! Was Darrell looking last night while I changed into my pj's? Guess there is nothing I can do about it now."
I wash up the sheets and put them back on the bed. Every time I look at the binoculars, I get a slight thrill wondering what was seen thru them.