At the age of 40 I found myself without personal direction. I had a pretty good job working the evening shift at the Kennedy Space Center and it was going well but my personal and financial life was in a shambles. My wife of 17 years decided to divorce me and the judge ruled in her favor most of the time. That left me without a home and few resources to get one. Someone suggested that I investigate trailer parks to see if I could find something I liked at a reasonable price.
I am Ken Richards. I asked my friend Hcstuds to write this story for me.
After looking around for awhile, I found there were a variety of parks. Some were so bad that the people living there had to be there. The next step up called themselves mobile home parks and the top of the line were called manufactured housing. I found a one-bedroom trailer in a mobile home park that would do until I was back on my feet. It had a small kitchen with a dining table, a reasonable sized living room, a bathroom with a shower in the bathtub, and a bedroom large enough for a queen bed and a chair. It was furnished with acceptable furniture but wanting my own bed, I bought one.
Before I started looking at trailers, the only thing I had heard about them were people denigrating them. If what I had heard was correct, people who lived in trailers were the dregs of society. I reasoned that I would be there for no more than a year and I would not have to associate with anyone. What I discovered were some pretty nice people who were just starting out in life or a little down on their luck.
My plans of being a loner were short lived. About three weeks after I moved in, I locked my keys in the car. I had a spare set but they were in the trailer which was also locked. I was on my way up to the office to see if they had a key to the trailer when my neighbor stopped me to introduce himself. He was a young man who I would guess to be about twenty years old. He said his name was Jerry Coffers but most people called him J. C. His wife came out and joined us. She was small or to be more correct, she was petite. She was about five feet three and slender. She had no outstanding features except she was the cutest woman I had seen in a long time. She said she was eighteen but being so petite, she appeared to be younger.
"Ken, this is my wife Kathy," J. C. announced. "If you are not doing anything really important, why don't you come in and have a beer with us?"
I was forced to admit my stupidity. "As good as that sounds," I replied. "I've locked my keys in the car and was on my way to the office to get a spare key to the trailer so I could get my spare keys and open the car."
"You are out of luck there," he said. "It's after five o'clock and the office is closed but I can get you into your trailer if you want me to."
I quickly agreed. He took out a jalousie window pane out of the door, pushed the screen out of the way and opened the door. In less than three minutes I was in the trailer. Any illusions of security were smashed.
"Well, since you helped me out and we are in my place, why don't we drink my beer?" I suggested.
Kathy said, "I'm not much of a beer drinker but I have some tequila at home."
"If Jose Cuervo is OK I have some but I'm afraid that salt and lime is the best I can do for mix." I said.
After agreeing that all was well, we sat down and chatted. The conversation was the same as with any people who have just met. We talked about what we did for a living and what we did for pastime activities. J. C. worked on high voltage air-conditioning equipment for a mall. We had to admit that we were pretty dull when it came to nightlife. I have to admit that my mind was not on the conversation as much as it was on Kathy. She was a living doll. I know most writers on this site, including myself, talk about heart shaped asses and humongous breasts but these descriptions would not fit Kathy. Her breasts were small but for her body size, they looked great. I had to be careful not to spend too much time looking at her because I did not want them to think of me as a dirty old man even if the description fit. Fortunately, after a couple of tequilas, Kathy became more talkative giving me more opportunity to look at her.
She was wearing loose shorts and a tube top. Her skin was as smooth as a teenager's but then she was a teenager. The shorts were not real short but showed almost all of her legs. I mentally planted little kisses on the inside of both thighs. Her breasts were small but intriguing. I had mentally pulled the tube top down and was kissing and licking the pointy little nipples on her pointy little breasts. I was brought back to reality by the interrupting voice of Kathy's husband, J. C.
"We had better be going," He said. "I have to be at work at seven in the morning and you must be tired from moving."
"I am tired," I replied and then trying to conceal the fact that I was lusting after his wife, a woman younger than my two sons, I said, "I'm sorry if I was rude but I was about to dose off there."
Kathy kept the conversation from becoming uncomfortable by inserting, "Thanks for the good tequila. It's really smooth. It's a lot better than what I have at home."
"It was left over from a party," I said. "I seldom drink liquor and never tequila. If you will drink it, you can have it."
"If you are sure you don't want it, I would love it but it might spoil me," she said as she reached to shake my hand. I had to be sure to release it in a timely manner even though I wanted to hold it and kiss it.
I realized that I needed to find a woman. It had been a long time considering that sex was nonexistent for months before my wife's and my separation and I did not feel free to pursue sex outside of marriage until after our divorce. My ex did not have the same limitations since she moved another man into our house just days after the divorce.
I did not have to get up early the next morning since I had taken the week off to move. I was finished and it was only Wednesday. I was tired so I took a shower to sooth my out- of-tone muscles. As I slipped into bed, thoughts of Kathy slipped into my mind, and my hand slipped under the covers. Of course, I knew she was out of reach but that would not keep me from fantasizing about her as I masturbated.
The next morning at about ten there was a knock on the door and when I opened it I was surprised to see Kathy standing there. "Hey, she said. "J. C. and I had a good time last night. We would like it if you would come over tonight around six for some beer and snacks."
"I'll be there with bells on," I said with a smile then added, "Well, maybe I won't wear the bells. They get a little noisy sometimes. Won't you come in for awhile?" She answered, "I probably shouldn't but I want to so I'll just come in for a few minutes."
"If you would prefer, we could sit in the lawn chairs on the patio," I suggested.
"No, there are too many nosy neighbors around here," she replied as she came into my trailer closing the door behind her. She sat in a chair near the door. I took the chair across from her.
I didn't question what she meant. Maybe it was because I did not want to know the answer. Maybe I wanted to make up my fantasy about her as I went along without the truth interfering. She was wearing a loose pair of gym shorts and a white tee shirt that lay across her breast revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I could see the faint impressions of her nipples. Had they got hard as she entered my trailer? I know that my cock stirred when she entered. I was alone with the object of my desire for the first time. I wanted to get closer but didn't want to scare her away.
"So what do you do around here all day while J. C. is at work?" I asked trying to get to know her but not wanting to pry.
"Nothing much," she replied, "there isn't much to do and there aren't any young people in the park that don't work. I thought about taking some kind of classes but J. C. doesn't like the idea."
