Susie Patterson watched the movers as they efficiently transferred furniture and boxes from the big moving van to the house that had just had its "For Sale" sign removed and wondered what the new people would be like. She hoped they would be as friendly as the male members of the previous family had been. She fondly remembered the two sons, who had been students at the local state university, joining her on her bed and eating her pussy and fucking her silly. Almost as good had been their father, when Susie's husband was out of town on business, coming to her bed for his share of the carnal delights she was dispensing. She had once suggested all three of them at the same time, but neither the father nor his sons had been willing to do that.
She couldn't honestly call them fuddy-duddies because of their refusal. Her husband, on the other hand, is a world class fuddy-duddy, who refuses to eat her pussy or let her suck him off or have any kind of sex except on an occasional Friday night, when he gets on top of her and thrusts his cock in and out until he ejaculates. This is always followed by his immediately falling asleep and snoring loudly, leaving Susie to play with her own clit until she reaches a highly unsatisfactory climax. Her sex life with her husband is better than nothing, but just barely.
An unknown sedan pulled up behind the moving van, and Susie watched with some interest while a tall, handsome young dark-haired man stepped out of the driver's door, strode up to the house next door and let himself in. He looked too young to be the man of the house or a supervisor of the moving crew, but he would have to be at least 18 years old to be driving a car by himself. She is always concerned about the ages of men who are neighbors, because Susie has learned to get her sexual needs taken care of by somebody other than her husband. Usually, it's by finding men in her own neighborhood to do it and, in order to avoid any legal trouble, she is always careful to make sure those men are past the age of consent. Her husband is too clueless to suspect any kind of hanky-panky, and arousing the ire of the wives or mothers of those men is just something she has learned to live with.
Being confident there was at least one legal prospect moving into the house, and he was inside right then, probably by himself, Susie put her seduction plan into action. She keeps a good supply of packaged cake mixes on hand, and she went to the kitchen and selected one from the pantry. Since the object of her pursuit was young and most likely lacking sophisticated tastes, she chose devil's food, which she would top with chocolate fudge icing. Having made her selection, she turned on the oven to warm up and got to work mixing the batter.
While it was baking, Susie took off her bra and the panties she wore under her tight jeans and put on a clingy jersey with a plunging neckline. When the cake was done, she removed it from the oven and checked again on the sedan in front of the house. It was still there, so she turned on the range burner under the double boiler and began heating the butter and bakers' chocolate for the frosting and got out the confectioners' sugar and a fresh can of evaporated milk. There was no wasted time; this is something she has done several times before, and she was afraid the man would leave if she took too long.
Carrying a tray containing the cake, still warm from the oven, and a fresh pot of coffee, Susie verified again the car that had contained her intended conquest was still parked in front. It was, so she set out for the back door of the house. She believed it would be more neighborly to call there, rather than at the front door, and the kitchen was where the cake would probably be cut. Since no dishes or kitchen furniture were likely to be available, she expected to have to return to her home with the young man she had seen earlier, where they would share the product of her kitchen. Susie fervently hoped this would be followed by sharing her mouth and pussy with the same young man's cock.
Allen Taylor heard the doorbell and, wondering who it could be, he went to the front door. He was not at all familiar with the house his parents were buying and where he would live with them, so he was surprised when nobody was on the porch. When he heard the doorbell ring again, he realized it had to be the back door, and he hurried to the kitchen, where he looked through a window and saw an attractive, bosomy woman with long, dark brown hair. She looked to be in her early forties and was carrying what appeared to be a cake and a pot of coffee. He had never seen her before, but deduced she was welcoming him and his parents, who would be arriving the next day.
"Hello, Neighbor," Susie greeted the young man when he finally opened the door. "I thought you might need some energy food. Moving is such a drag."
"Well, thanks, Mrs... er, Mrs..."
"Patterson. Susan Patterson, but just call me Sue or Susie, since we're going to be neighbors. Everybody else does."
"Okay, Susie, and you're right. Moving is a drag. The worst part is over now, at least for me, and I'm just here keeping an eye on the movers. My parents won't be here until tomorrow. My name is Allen Taylor, by the way."
That was great news for Susie, but she didn't let her face show it. "Well, Allen, in that case, let's cut the cake and you and me share some and leave the rest for your parents." She looked around the kitchen again. "I see you don't have a table or any chairs in here yet. Maybe we can go over to my kitchen instead."
Allen thought that was a good idea, so he followed his friendly new neighbor out the door, down the porch stairs and through the gap in the hedge between the two properties. He i a normal young man, and strongly attracted to full figured women, such as Susie, rather than the skin and bones that some men seemed to find sexy. He watched her luscious ass as it swayed in her tight blue jeans and realized she hadn't been wearing a bra. He saw no panty line and wondered whether she was wearing anything under her pants and whether he would find out after enjoying some cake and coffee with her. Allen hoped so, but he also thought it was far too much to expect, especially with an attractive, older married woman he had known for no more than a few minutes.
With the cake sitting on her kitchen table, Susie leaned over in front of her young neighbor to cut it, watching to see how he reacted to the cleavage she put on display. She was elated at how eagerly he gazed down the neckline of her sweater and, when the plates held warm slices of devil's food cake and the cups were full of fresh coffee, she sat on the same side of the table as he did. Her big breasts would no longer be so easily visible, but they had done their part, and it was up to her hands to continue with the seduction.
As they sat at the table and chatted over their cake and coffee, Susie leaned toward her intended sex partner with her hand on his thigh and noted how he seemed to be leaning away from her. She also observed he was becoming a bit tongue-tied, as if he might be shy. If that was the case, he would never make any kind of a pass at her, and she decided it was time to stop being subtle and take things in hand.
She meant that literally. "Do you like your cake?" she asked, as she moved her hand closer to his crotch.
"Y..y..yes, it's very good, er, Susie."
