Victoria Busch had lived in the aging farmhouse on Neversink Road all her adult life, and even though it was a large place that seemed larger after the passing of her husband a few years back she was determined to stay for as long as she could. The house closest to hers had been empty for quite a while but a couple months ago a single gentleman by the name of William Greene moved in.
Victoria was happy to see the house being moved into, especially since it wasn't a big family with screaming kids running amok, and Victoria took a chance and made some cookies, walking through the yards to the man's back door as sort of a welcome wagon. The 59 year old widow was nervous about what the man's reaction would be but to her delight not only was Mr. Greene receptive to her visit, he began to pay visits to her whenever he saw Victoria outside.
Victoria thought Mr. Greene was much younger than she was but in fact was 61, a very well preserved 61 the widow noted, his tall and lean body seeming quite fit and his bald head handsome in a Yul Brenner way. When the recently retired Mr. Greene would visit he was so polite and well-mannered that Mrs. Busch knew he must have been a real ladies man in his time, and truth be told in her mind he still had it.
Maybe that was what helped cause a incident that humiliated Victoria Busch one pleasant June evening. What Victoria did was certainly not in her nature and left the lady very rattled and distraught, but as for the gentlemanly William Greene, not only was the older gentleman not bothered, in fact he was delighted. Very delighted indeed.
***
As was his custom, after he got bored with watching TV and darkness fell he took a shower, the warm spray soothing his aching bones. He hadn't done much that day besides reinforcing the bolts on his mailbox, and the highlight of the afternoon had been when he saw his neighbor Victoria putting some wash on her line, the squeaking of the pulley getting his attention as it always did.
Victoria was really growing on him, William had to admit. Victoria had short reddish-brown hair, and the silver strands that she was letting in made it sparkle in the sun. The senior had a slim figure, small on top which was fine by him, and she had nice toned arms with a few freckles around her shoulders. Her smile grew as he approached and after briskly walking across the yard he had gotten to enjoy the last couple of towels being clipped to the line.
Victoria favored simple floral print house dresses, either sleeveless or with little caps over the ends of her shoulders. As they chatted William tried not to be obvious as Victoria pushed the line along, his eyes gravitating to the modest sprays of hair under her arms which were exposed by her raised limbs, something he was not ashamed to admit he enjoyed. Whether the lady was an aging hippie or just didn't bother with razors any longer, William neither knew nor cared.
The conversation was light but never forced, and as usual William made a point to leave before he overstayed his welcome, although to him it seemed like Victoria was enjoying his visits as much as he did. It was Victoria that William thought about as he showered, and he was proud of himself for resisting the urge to pleasure himself as he often did this days.
Grabbing the towel he went to his bedroom to escape the steam of the bathroom, and after he got there the cool breeze coming through the window was refreshing, the curtains gently billowing open. Out in the yard William heard the soft rattling of treats in a can, an indication that Victoria's cat Figaro was on the loose again. The rattling stopped as William buffed his bald skull, and although the senior was well away from the window that faced the Busch home, when he looked out he was startled to see his neighbor a few yards from the house looking in.
While never a shy fellow, the older man's first inclination was to stand back a bit out of sight but after he did that he saw that Victoria had moved as well so she could still see. She must have thought that in the dark out there she couldn't be seen out there but William could see the gal quite clearly in the moonlight as she clenched her robe together in her fist, and so he decided to give her something to look at so he kept drying his already dry head and upper torso vigorously.
William tried not to laugh when he glanced at his reflection in the dresser mirror, with his amusing sight of his semi-flaccid penis flopping wildly from side to side, and the whites in Victoria's eyes were visible as his little show went on. The problem became that William was already somewhat aroused before this started and the way things were going he was going to have a full-blown erection before long.
His intention was to stick his head out the window and invite the widow in like the rascal he used to be, but after he walked around the bed and bent over to look out, Victoria gasped as her eyes bulged. Before he could say anything the still agile gal turned around away into the darkness towards her house.
"Victoria - wait!" he called out but she was gone although it sounded like she might have fallen on the way.
"Damn!" William muttered as he contemplated going over to talk to the lady but in the end he decided to wait since Victoria was obviously embarrassed.
Tomorrow, the senior mused as he casually pulled on his flaccid hose. Tomorrow he would go next door and tell the woman that what happened was alright and he knew she was no pervert, not that in his mind there was anything wrong with that either.
***
Two days later William had grown tired of watching for Victoria to appear in her backyard and waiting in vain for the squeaking pulley of the clothesline to trumpet her appearance outside, so after retrieving the canister of cat treats that the lady had dropped in her haste to flee, William moseyed over and tapped on the back door.
When he continued to knock for a minute or so and it became obvious he wasn't leaving, the door opened slowly and a very sheepish Victoria Busch appeared in the doorway, her eyes unable to meet her neighbor's until William shook the can of cat treats. A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as he handed back the container and said, "I think you lost these the other night. I don't want Figaro missing his goodies."
"Thank you Mr. Greene," Victoria replied in a weak voice. "I wondered where I had lost that."
"I'm Mr. Greene again?" William asked, reminding the widow that they had agreed to use each other's first names.
"Sorry. I meant William."
"That's better. I hadn't seen you out here in a couple of days and began to get worried," he admitted. "I hope it wasn't because of what happened the other evening because I understand completely. What with the television shows as mundane as they are, one is tempted to look for something amusing."
"No you don't understand at all," Victoria responded, and then after hesitating briefly held the door open and asked her neighbor to come inside.
William entered the very quaint kitchen with appliances that were as ancient as the woman who owned them, and after Victoria offered him a cup of coffee that he declined, she had him sit down kitty-corner to her at the table.
"About the other night," she began as she toyed with the corner of a place mat. "That was very embarrassing, you seeing me out on the yard."
"I heard you trying to find Figaro. If anybody is to blame it was me, leaving my curtains open like that. It's just that without air conditioning it gets a little stifling in there," William interrupted, but Victoria cut him off.
"No - that's not it. Let me explain," Victoria said. "You see, when you first moved in I was quite taken by you, and when you began to come over most days I started to think that you might - well - anyway, when you didn't show any interest besides being friendly I kind of lost hope."
