She lay stretched out on the sunbed in the heat of the day, a cool breeze floated across her exposed skin, she wriggled to get herself more comfortable teasing the straps of her bikini top over her shoulders. Her iPod tinkling in her ears as she enjoyed the heat of the afternoon sun, the corner of the garden was secluded so she felt at ease as she spread her legs a little.
Ron looked out of his bedroom window, seeing the scantily clad neighbour stretched out in her quiet corner, his cock stirred as he watched thinking of how she would feel as he touched her, fondling her ample tits. He started to stroke his cock as he looked from the window, his hand feeling his stiffness growing, he gasped as he realised she was shifting her straps off her shoulders.
Ron's cock was rock hard, belying his 68 years of age, a man half his age would have been proud to have a tool that hard. It was also so hard through lack of action, he had been more used to watching his neighbours in later years. Being a widower for over 10 years the need for a real live woman was becoming overpowering.
"If only" he thought, "yes let them fall all the way down, that's it now let those sexy tits free, go on do it." The voice in his head imploring the woman to drop her bikini top as he wanked steadily.
He watched as she turned over, unfastening her top now as she squashed those sexy tits, the sight of her naked back so horny, his hand moving faster now. He watched her wiggle her ass, his cock so needy, oozing pre cum now, "Mmmmmm I need to fuck her, got to get my cock in her somehow."
His old cock exploding at the thought of her soft flesh, the warmth of her pussy causing spurts of cum shooting over his hand and the carpet, he milked his cock as he looked from his vantage point at her.
A few days later Ron was walking past his neighbour's house when she came out the front door.
"Hello Linda" he chirped "off to work?"
"Hi Ron, oh no not today, I hope to catch up with some sunbathing later if the weather stays this way."
Ron grinned, the pictures in his mind that would have shocked the young housewife already making his cock twitch.
"Where's hubby? Working?"
"Yes wont be back till late so I am going to make the most of it."
"Well be good" he walked on past his mind full of with visions of her ample tits.
"OK bye Ron."
Later that day he took up his position at the window, he could see clearly the spot where she laid out on her sun bed.
Ron's cock stiffened as he looked over her bare back, the bikini bottoms pulled high between her cheeks as she took in the rays. He wanked slowly watching her all the time he was making plans to get closer to her, any excuse to get close, even if it took a while his cock was going to bury itself in her pussy and enjoy her completely, the sooner the better he thought.
A few days later he passed Linda in the street, his cock twitched again at the sight of her, his eyes drawn to the seams running up the back of her legs, visions of stockings held in place by suspenders filled his head as he walked behind her.
Catching her up, he again got chatting with the object of his lust.
"Hi Linda how's things?"
She turned seeing her old neighbour, thinking to herself this was the second time in a few days she had spoken to him prior to this week she had spoken to him maybe once in the last year.
"Hi, just doing some last minute errands, I have my first dance class this evening so I need to pick up a dress from the cleaners."
"Really? I used to be a bit of a dancer myself, well me and the wife used to go regularly that is."
"Maybe you could give me a few tips then Ron" she replied cheerily.
"Yes of course anytime, just drop by, I still have some of my wife's old dance outfits if you would like a look sometime."
Realising she had backed herself into a corner she took the easy way out and gave in.
"That would be great, I will pop round sometime if that's OK."
"Sure I look forward to it, why not drop by later I will be in."
Feeling the net tightening round her she had little choice.
"OK Ron, I will drop by when I get back from the cleaners."
She walked away her mind racing, not sure why she had agreed to drop by like that, then again he may have some nice dresses, she remembered his wife was a very smartly dressed woman. She had felt his eyes on her as they chatted, like the last time, it had sent a shiver through her that she could not explain.
When Linda arrived home she pondered Ron's offer and thought it only good manners to call in and let him show off his late wife's dresses at least. Mike wouldn't be home for another couple of hours so she had time to kill anyway.
She kept thinking about the way Ron looked at her, she knew he fancied her and to be truthful she did enjoy the looks she got from men in general but the look he gave her seemed to excite her in a way she didn't understand.
Opening a bottle of wine and drinking a large glassful she felt ready to go round and see Ron, the wine had a soothing effect as she walked the few doors down the road. She approached the door and was about to knock when Ron opened the door beaming, his eyes lit up as he took in the woman at his door.
"Come in sweetie, where's Mike?"
"Oh he won't be back for a while yet he is supposed to be taking me to my dance class later, that's if he gets here."
Ron led her through to his lounge; picked up a bottle of wine he had open.
"Drink?"
"Oh I shouldn't really" she half protested.
"Nonsense, have one and relax I am having one and I don't like drinking alone."
He filled a large glass and handed it to her, she sat on his large sofa, very deep and plush she almost fell back into it, Ron catching a glimpse of her thighs as her skirt slid up.
Ron was very chatty talking about his wife and their shared love of dancing, he could see he had Linda's attention and she was drinking as they chatted. His lecherous eyes were drawn to her legs again, Linda feeling his eyes on her, she suddenly felt rather naughty and slowly crossed her legs seeing Ron watching intently. He gulped his drink down and immediately went for a refill; he topped Linda's glass at the same time. Halfway through her second glass Ron mentioned his wife's dresses.
"Real creations they are you know, cost her a fortune, well cost me really she had several, shoes to match as well, you can take a look if you like."
"Thanks that sounds great."
"I keep them in the spare room upstairs, follow me."
He got up and moved towards the door, feeling relaxed Linda followed, Ron smiled inwardly.
She followed him to a room that was not like any spare room she had ever seen, it was a large dressing room, with large mirrors on one wall, a large bed in the centre with dressing table still covered with make up and bottles of scent.
He saw the look on her face as she looked round.
"Don't worry its not meant to be a scary place or a shrine, its just that I haven't had chance to do anything with all this stuff is all and to be frank I could do with a hand."
He pulled open one of the mirrored doors that concealed a huge wardrobe filled with clothes, dresses in bags, racks of shoes and accessories of all sorts.
Linda's eyes were wide as she saw the rail filled with dress bags.
"My word Ron your wife definitely liked her outfits."
"Oh yes there is some great stuff there, have a look, if there is anything you'd like feel free."
He passed Linda a bagged dress, "this was a favourite of hers looked great on."
