Angela moved in a few doors down from us the summer after I graduated from college. When I first met her she was a little on the chunky side but that soon changed due to her daily morning jog. She was really short, like 5 foot, 5 foot 1 something like that. She had straight, super-blonde hair and surprisingly big tits for her size. When I first saw her I guessed her age to be around 35 but later learned that she was actually 44. Once she lost a few pounds it only made her look even younger, especially with her tiny frame.
About a month after she moved in, I overheard my parents discussing our new neighbor. I didn't catch it all, but the words "whore" and "slut" were thrown around with her name in the same sentence. As soon as I came into the room, the conversation stopped, but it wasn't hard to figure out that either they had personal experience that led them to believe this or they heard it through the grapevine. This couldn't have been more out of place for her; I thought it was a little strange because she had a really straight-laced appearance. You would simply not think of her that way when you first met her. She had a passion for gardening and keeping her house nice. That kind of neighbor, not what they were saying. I concluded that my parents had jumped the gun and that their opinion was probably wrong.
I didn't drink at bars that often, but one weekend a few friends were in town so we decided to head down to the local saloon. We drove separately because they were staying at a hotel right by the bar. It was probably around 10 when we got there. We did the requisite pool, darts, had a few beers, the normal routine. About 12:30 Angela walked in. She stopped over and said hello and I introduced her to my friends. We talked for a few minutes then she went over to the bar. We started another game of pool, but before we could finish, there she went right out the door with Chet, another one of my neighbors. He was walking sort of strangely, looking around like he was afraid of getting caught. I don't know why because neither he nor Angela were married, but anyway I knew him well enough to know that he was acting awkwardly. Some guy near me winked at him and said, "A-OK, Chet", and sort of chuckled to himself as Chet made his way out the door.
I kind of laughed to myself like, hey Chet alright dude. Angela and Chet were a strange match but who am I to ask about someone else's stuff? Chet was like 55+, a little overweight, and sort of a grouch from my experience. It just seemed that she could probably do better. I mean, she was older, too, but she was in really good shape. Anyway, I got back to the pool game, my friends took off and I went home. Just like every other single man in his mid-20's without a Friday night date, I was jacking off before I went to bed. I kept thinking about Angela and I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. I was picturing her over my cock, sucking the head with her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft as I shot a big load into her mouth. I was imagining whether she would swallow my come or let it dribble over her chin. I figured her a dribbler, maybe even wincing at the thought of a big load of semen washing over her lips and tongue. It was a great fantasy and it made me come pretty hard.
The next day I went for a walk up the street and I could hear some banging around the back of Angela's house. I went around back and she was outside with her tools trying to chip some paint off the back porch. I said hello from a distance so I wouldn't scare her when I got closer.
"Hey Jake, what's up? You have fun with your friends last night?"
"Yeah, we did the normal thing. You know, shoot some pool have a few pitchers."
Naturally, as every other man does when engaged in conversational intercourse, my eyes turned to her tits, which were smaller than a few months prior because she lost a good bit of weight, but still they were really nice. I was guessing they were 38-D's possibly C, but probably D. As an added bonus she had no bra. She walked slowly toward the house and her jugs bounced firmly. I couldn't believe she was that old and her tits stood out like a 20-year-old's.
I thought to myself, "That's cool she hooked up with Chet. Maybe they have a thing. Good for them."
"Well, you're here right in time, I need someone to hold the ladder for me." "OK, Angela", I replied.
"Call me Angie", she said as she looked me right in the eye and smiled with a warm, genuine expression. For the first time, I was really conversing with her and I noticed things about her face. She had laugh lines, delicate lines, around her hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were very thin and a shade or two darker than the hair on her head.
"Angie it is. Ready when you are."
She started up the ladder and I was loving the fact that she had no bra. I could make out the bottoms of both globes. This was so cool. She looked down and motioned for the scraper. I handed it to her and she looked down again and me and said, "You're not looking up my shirt, are you" and laughed out loud. She said under her breath, "Not like you've never seen tits. I hate bras."
As she was scraping the top of the porch I couldn't believe it. As her shorts waved back and forth, I caught frequent, brief glimpses of her tight blonde curls. Every 15 seconds or so she exerted herself enough for her lips to delicately part company then kiss each other once again. I thought my cock was going to explode I was so hard.
This was going to be some excellent late night material, I thought. She had a nice, thick mat of hair on her pussy, just like I loved to see it. I was trying to hold the ladder but my mind was clearly elsewhere and it showed because she pushed once too hard and the ladder tilted and she almost fell off.
"Hey, you trying to kill me or what?" she laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, I don't want to go to the hospital on such a nice day!"
I laughed nervously and about 5 minutes later or so she finished up and came down the ladder into the yard. My heart was still racing from the peepshow I'd enjoyed. As she came down the ladder I caught a faint whiff of pussy smell, a little musky. I think a little bit of semen leaked out against my will. This was too much.
"Man is it hot out here", she said. "You want some iced tea?"
"Sure, yeah, iced tea would be good."
