Introduction: This story takes place in a small rural New England coastal town during the mid - 1960's. It's about a young married couple named Pam and Bob. Pam was an attractive, shy, inexperienced, innocent young girl, with a strong conservative upbringing who had celebrated her 20th birthday just this past February. Bob was not as shy, but equally inexperienced and had a very inquisitive, adventurous personality, sparked by the new emerging open sexuality of his generation and society in general. Bob tried to convince his wife to loosen up a bit and enjoy this new freedom that the world was offering them and see things in the more casual and less structured ways of their parents. Although she knew how much Bob loved her, Bob's more free-spirited approach to married life conflicted with her beliefs and how she was brought up. Pam and Bob grew up in a city with a population of about 100,000, and lived in an apartment there after their marriage. They both preferred the quieter, more peaceful life the neighboring town seemed to offer. They finally saved enough money, along with assistance from their parents, for a down payment on a modest home in that town. Until the near retirement aged teacher next door introduced himself, Pan had remained steadfast in her beliefs.
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Ch. 1. Pam gets some food for thought:
"That old man next door is something else, and so annoying. Just our luck to get a neighbor like that," ranted Bob's wife, Pam, as she came in from the back yard, red faced and pouting.
"What neighbor? What did he do? Did he say anything to you?"
"We have empty lots on either side of us. The neighbor behind us with the big boat in the yard, the only neighbor we have, silly. He was constantly staring-no, leering at me-like a dirty old man. When I kept noticing movement, I turned and looked up. There he was, standing on his boat just staring at me. He smiled and said, hi I'm Charlie. It sure is nice to see some youth and beauty move into the neighborhood. I just said hello."
"Oh, for crying out loud Pam. Lighten up. He was just being friendly and trying to introduce himself. Nothing wrong with that."
"Well, he just kept babbling on about nothing in particular. The thing was that he just kept staring at my entire body, especially my behind and breasts, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I finally told him my name and went back to my yard work. He just kept on talking and glaring at me in a lurid way. It made me uncomfortable."
"Jeez, Pam. You're a beautiful woman with a body to die for, with everything in the right places." As he admired her perfectly proportioned, 5' 3", 120 pound, 20 year old body. "Every man stops and stares at you. I don't blame old, what did you say his name was? Charlie?"
"Uh huh, yes. Charlie."
"You're undoubtedly the most beautiful, alluring, and exciting woman he's seen in a very long time, or ever. You've been stared at and desired since we met in High School and while we were dating. It didn't bother you then. Why are you making such a big thing out of a neighbor appreciating your beauty and just trying to be neighborly? All you had on were those baggy old shorts you like so much, an old button down blouse, and, of course, a bra. It's not like you were out there in a two piece bathing suit teasing him." Bob, continued.
"I never go without a bra."
"I know you don't. Just trying to show you that your natural beauty and great figure automatically attracts attention without you even trying."
"Aw, that's so sweet of you to say ... even though you're biased." Cooed, Pam.
Bob took another moment to continue admiring her gorgeous legs that lead up to her perfectly sized round firm ass, thin waist, and her proportionately sized round, full tits. She insisted they were a "B" cup, they looked more like a small "C" to him, but what did he know, he thought. His eyes moved up to that beautiful round-like face of hers, light skin, and green eyes. She never wore makeup, except light lipstick and a little eyelash liner. Her light sandy brown neck length hair with natural reddish highlights and large curls, cut on the short side in comparison to most girls her age, was always neat and casual looking. It looked so natural, and was.
Pam was not the type to spend a lot of time in front of a mirror and didn't have to. If a person were to see Pam from only the shoulders up, they might get the impression that she was a mid-western country girl, with a slight touch of tomboy mischief in her. She was perfect in every way to him, and he always thought that they had to have her in mind when they described someone as, "The All-American Girl". After snapping out of his 30 second observation, he continued talking, somewhat smugly.
"Hell, every time I look at you I get a little horny. So how do you think other men feel when they see you? You should learn to enjoy it, rather than think like our mothers."
"Heck, you're always horny," as she let out a little devilish giggle. "And what is wrong with the way I'm dressed? I dress like every other decent girl my age. It's the style for crying out loud. Like you said, it's not like I was out there showing my behind and flashing my breasts to him."
Maybe you should start, Bob thought to say, but decided against it.
"Would you prefer me to dress like our mothers and look like an old fashioned outcast?" Pam teasingly asked.
"If you don't want to dress like your mother than maybe you should stop thinking like her and start thinking like people our age. It's becoming a new world with different attitudes, maybe we should take advantage of not having kids yet. Oh, here's a little news flash, baggy Bermuda shorts worn at the knees are rapidly going out of style."
"Oh, here we go again."
"Seriously Pam, we need to take advantage of the freedom that won't be there in a few years and enjoy things we won't be able to later. That's why we agreed to not start a family yet and why you're on the pill."
"Bob, we can't afford a family right now, it's not about the freedom. If it weren't for our parents, we would've never had enough money for the down payment on this house. This is all about not having enough money, that's why I'm on the pill, and you know it. You always see things in a sexual way." Giving him a naughty smile.
"And you never do. Maybe if you did, you might find that a little naughty thinking can be fun and exciting. Hell, you might even surprise yourself and like it."
"I'm sorry if I always seem so difficult. But why does he have to have that big boat on the side of his house anyway, and right behind us? "
"Pam, look how close we are to the ocean, you know this whole neighborhood was just summer cottages after World War II. Most of the older neighbors still treat life as casual as it was back then. He's doing nothing that people haven't done since they started living in this area. This is not the city, and why we moved here. Remember?"
"Oh I know. I didn't mean to sound like a brat. It's just the way he was looking at my behind and everything else. It's just not something I'm used to from someone much older than my father."
"Just relax, and be happy that you're so gorgeous and hot. Be thankful that the mere sight of you can still put a spark of desire and lust in a man as old as Charlie. If he was actually looking at you like you think he was." He then snickered softly like a dirty old man.
"Oh stop that. He was looking at me that way. Are you suggesting I become the neighborhood sex pot?"
"You are already just by being you. Accept that fact and enjoy it. It might be fun for both of us."
"You're so incorrigible. I'm going to take a shower, tie my hair up in a kerchief, put my old lady bathrobe on and look like Lucille Ball in 'I love Lucy' on T.V. did," she giggled smugly as she walked away for her shower.
"Yeah, and if you do, I'll sleep on the couch. If you ever go outside like that, our neighbor will sell his house and move."
"Hey, thanks for the idea," she countered as her cute little laughter faded down the hallway.
As Bob heard the shower go on, he sat on the couch with a cold soda and thought to himself, "God, I love that woman so much. How lucky can one guy be?"
His thoughts went back to when he first saw her. It was in the fall of 1961, the beginning of his junior year in high school. He was walking to his next class and saw what he thought was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He stopped and just stared at her as she approached walking with another girl. As they passed it seemed like she hadn't even noticed him staring at her, like he wasn't even there, he remembered. A few weeks later, at the popular Friday night dance that a lot of the high school kids went to, he spotted her at the other end of the dance hall with a bunch of other girls. One of the girls lived a few houses from him, so he went up and started talking to his neighbor who eventually introduced him to Pam. They talked and he ended up asking her to dance to a slow song. She accepted. The song could not have been more appropriate, he thought now looking back. The song was "The Way You Look Tonight". They danced together the rest of the night and learned a lot about each other. She was a sophomore and lived on the other end of the city and went to a different Junior high school, which explained why he had never noticed her before.
"We have never stopped dancing together since that night," he said aloud. They started going steady a short time after and when she was a senior and he a freshman at the local University, they lost their virginity together. He remembered how clumsy they both were that first time.
Seeing Pam had no interest in going to college, they got married the following spring after her graduation. Pam had a Monday through Friday job as a file clerk that her father had gotten her at the District Court in the city. Bob attended college and worked part time in his father's business during the school year. They didn't have a lot of money, but they got by, with help from their parents, if needed. Bob thought to himself, "She was right. She was on the pill because money was tight. She's always right."
Although sex was good and they were both satisfied, Bob had always felt something was missing. His thoughts went back to his conversation with Pam and her reaction to their new neighbor's attention towards her. The fact that Charlie looked at Pam in a sexual way brought a tingling within him and slightly excited him. He wondered if Pam had felt the same thing or just simply the annoyance she expressed. The shower went off, breaking his train of thought.
Pam came out of the bedroom a short time later with her short naturally loose curly hair still damp, wearing a green cotton, one piece short pantsuit with big white polka dots that zippered up the front to her open neckline. They were more like short shorts and were very form fitting, tight you might even say. It emphasized her outstanding figure, especially her exquisite ass and firm breasts.
"Wow, you look hot! You should wear that the next time you do yard work. That'll really spark up Old Charlie and get his juices flowing, for sure."
Pam made a face and said, "Not a chance. I live with a horny person. I don't need another as a neighbor, hovering over our back fence."
"Really, it might be fun to see if he reacts any differently. I bet he wouldn't."
"Are you for real? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I am. Do it one day when I'm home, if that would make you feel better - just to see what kind of a response you get, and see if it excites you, even a little bit. What have you got to lose?"
"How about my own dignity and self-respect?"
"Where did you plan on wearing that? Just in the house?"
"Well no, I actually thought it would be nice to wear over a bathing suit when I go to the beach."
"It's so tight. You couldn't fit a bathing suit under that. And besides, what's the difference between the beach and your own back yard?"
