He sat in his favorite chair, on the back deck, enjoying the afternoon sun. He was feeling sorry for himself remembering old times with his ex-wife. Their union had not been the most exciting life experience. He, was however, looking forward to his ritual afternoon pleasure. He was on his fourth or maybe fifth beer when she finally made her appearance, his next-door neighbor who on any bright sunny afternoon made her ablutions to the sun god wearing nothing but a skimpy two-piece bathing suit. She was too young for him to guess her age, but he took a stab at it noting the maturity of her curves the width of her gorgeous hips and guessed between twenty-eight and thirty-five.
She no longer had the thinness of the yet to ripen female and he had to admit to himself that her succulent buttocks made him mentally drool. It was his one brief pleasure in life seeing this curvaceous thing some what paraded before him. She was always kind enough to wave, her arm held high, lifting her heavy breasts as she did so. Although they had yet to speak, he felt he was beginning to know her. Her comings and goings brought to his attention by their close proximity, in terms of housing, to one another. She was single, he was certain, because the men seemed to vary frequently, although some did spend the night.
What surprised him was the woman varied as well, some too staying the night. He realized, as the months past, she was a free spirit, so unlike his ex it endeared her to him. He thought about going in for his sixth beer when she stood up and retreated to her home bringing to a close the one redeeming feature of his dull existence.
His wife had dumped him for another man younger than she by about seven years. It was difficult to understand why. After she had discovered she couldn't have children their sex life, which up to that point had been mediocre at best, plummeted until he was surprised if he saw her snatch once a month. This life style had continued for the next twenty-five years of their marriage. He should have known when they dated that her lack of enthusiasm was a signpost to their later sex life but he had fallen in love with her and he excused her inability to give him a blowjob finding his semen too distasteful.
He had hoped as their life together unfolded she would learn to accept his flavor. When she actually allowed a sexual union, after he came in her, she would run to the bathroom to wipe herself as though his gift was some how filthy and he had peed in her or something. He had made allowances thinking, he still felt correctly, that she would learn with experience, and try to make each new encounter more fulfilling as he tried to do. It was not to be it simply wasn't in her psyche.
So why did he stay with her? Because he was of the old school and felt that a marriage was more than sex, more than children, a life time commitment that had to be worked at to be successful not realizing he was the one doing all the work. There was one sexual activity, to be honest, to which he had become addicted. Although infrequent, when she was horny, she loved to have her cunt licked. You would think a woman that hated semen so much would be careful to protect her man from her own mucilaginous excretions. But no, she seemed to get off on the fact that he was draining her of her slime, often coating his face with her thrusting crotch. . He loved her aroused scent. Occasionally he just looked and smelled in an attempt to prolong their union, but she would soon demand his tongue cutting the activity short. Of course, she wouldn't let him kiss her afterwards complaining of pussy breath and bad taste. But because she allowed this one sexual activity, and would reward him by allowing him to slide his penis into her non-responsive body afterwards, he accepted the union as sufficient.
When she had dumped him, he had started to surf the internet looking for the free sites that gave a good view of pussy in an attempt to relieve himself of sexual tension. He soon grew bored looking at colorless bald pussies, wondering why these women seemed to think hair surrounding their intimate place was unattractive. He then tried to find sites that catered to the hairy only to be equally put off by the assumption that if he liked hairy pussies he would like hairy armpits, legs, and other body parts. Showing him, instead of what he considered the natural he admitted to himself, a series of woman that seemed to belong to the ape family.
He decided that women who shaved their pubes bald did so for clinical cleanliness or like his ex-wife had so sparse a thatch they knew it to be unattractive, not that his ex-wife would shave complaining that it would make her itchy. He remembered his dating days, before meeting his wife, the wonderful well-thatched pubes decked out in blond, brown, and red, which brought a lovely variance. He skipped the sixth beer, instead going to his bed and falling asleep from an over indulgence of alcohol.
It was after seven when the doorbell rang followed by a firm knocking which aroused him from his sleep slightly hung over from the afternoon's beer. He answered the insistent pounding to find his neighbor at his door with a twelve pack of his brand of beer. So she had noted that much about him. He invited her in embarrassed by the general clutter, but she seemed to take to it easily sweeping the two-day-old newspaper off the chair before sitting. She wrenched a can from its plastic ring and popped it with a hiss before handing him one and repeating the process for her self. After taking a long swallow, she introduced herself as Mary Thomas and as though he didn't already know his next door neighbor. He smiled and replied, "I'm Robert Brown but just call me Bob." He eyed her as they chatted about the non-important, weather and the like; she was dressed in skintight slacks showing off her curves to perfection. They were what he thought of as hip huggers allowing an abundant view of skin before the tank top covered her generous swells. He had ungentlemanly thoughts about her sweet looking navel.
He treated her as an honored guest showing manners which seem forgotten in the modern generations, but she seemed comfortable as though use to being treated with respect almost demanding it. He found her pleasant to be with and as the beer worked its magic, his hangover disappeared and she became more loquacious telling him her age of thirty-eight and asking about his. It surprised him a little he had thought much younger.
