First chapter in a planned series. Thanks and appreciation to DyannBridges for the excellent editorial work and suggestions.
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Sitting on the front porch of my townhouse, I waited for Stuart to arrive. As far as he knew, all that I had in mind was for him to fix a couple of problems with my laptop. I shifted in my favorite glider chair - the Pacific blue of the wood showing off the white cotton of my wraparound sundress. Highlighting my tan as the hem rode high on my legs with the movement.
It might look accidental when I ended up flashing him a look up my dress, but I had definite intentions for my recently-single neighbor. Plans that had been on my mind when I slipped on skimpy black panties this morning. Panties more suitable for the mid-thirties wife who had moved out on him three months before, than for a lady in her fifties.
Still, post-fifty or not, 'nice legs', I decided as I flexed my thighs.
I'd gotten to know Stuart a bit the past few months while we both used the indoor pool at our complex set in the Nebraska countryside, just outside the city limits. He was polite, charming, had a jet-black goatee trimmed short, and — after working off his frustrations with a seemingly-endless series of swim laps — he had developed a build I wanted to examine up close.
The past few weeks, he had finally started making jokes again, and it seemed like he was recovering from the breakup. No signs he was dating: no strange cars in the driveway, and his never seemed to disappear for longer than it took to go to the grocery store.
Of course, with young folks these days, that doesn't mean anything. I know all about the sex apps and dating sites out there. Still, during the previous week, I had caught him glancing at the back of my one-piece a few times as I got out of the pool, and naughty thoughts began popping into my head. I keep myself trim, despite a generous set of breasts to fill out the top of my suit, but it had been too long since I had gotten to enjoy intimate attention from a man. The toys in my dresser might take care of basic needs, but I wanted more.
My ladybits were insistent about that, so I came up with the idea of 'computer issues' as an excuse to invite Stuart into my house. Once I got the front door closed, it would be nobody else's business what happened. And if I needed Stuart to keep coming back to 'fix my computer'? Well, nothing unexpected there - I have a reputation in the neighborhood as a technophobe.
Realizing it was about time for Stuart to make his arrival, I tucked a bit more fabric under my belt, causing the hem to rise a couple inches. When I led the way up the stairs, Stuart would get an eyeful. After that? No rush. I could go the slow seduction route if I needed to, but I imagined that after months of celibacy, he might not need much convincing.
Stuart gave a cheerful wave as he walked past my detached garage and up the porch steps. Our cul de sac was isolated from the next street by a screen of tall oak trees and chest-high shrubs. The greenery set off the pastel tones of the neighborhood house styles, and once the leaves fell, festive white and gold lights kept the branches from looking bare.
Bareness was on my mind, but what I wanted to see was Stuart's chest. And legs. And what I pictured in my head as well-groomed areas in-between.
I stayed seated long enough for him to get eye-level with my lap, and was pleased to see his gaze linger before making their way back up to my face. I braced myself a bit wider than necessary as I stood up. Perfect. I might as well have had a magnet between my legs from the way his eyes snapped back downwards. I wasn't sure if he'd caught a glimpse of my black panties - they made a sharp contrast with the white of my thin sundress - but he seemed to enjoy the view.
"Thank you again for coming over to take care of me, Stuart," I said.
