Mike loved his new house and home. He moved in two weeks ago and quickly discovered that the neighbors were welcoming and friendly. There was still a bit of unpacking to do but things were moving along nicely. This was destined to be the last house he would buy; it was to be his forever home. He'd been looking for a place like this ever since he retired three years ago. He had money in the bank and a nice pension. He also paid cash for this house so he didn't have to worry about a mortgage.
One of his friendly neighbors lived just next door. She was a widow whose husband died in a plane crash two years ago. He had been some bigshot in investment banking and had made lots of money, he was also smart enough to have had a sizeable life insurance policy, so she also owned her house free and clear.
Mike had talked with her for quite a while when he first met her. She did have an interesting story for someone so young. She could have been his daughter if he'd waited to have kids, or his granddaughter if he had her mother while he was still very young. She had introduced herself as Jess.
He'd talked with her several times already over these last two weeks. She was both funny and engaging. She had several hobbies and interest; she also invited him over for coffee several times. She wanted to show off her expertise in coffee. She was somewhat of a connoisseur; she claimed to have the best beans and the best means of brewing the perfect cup.
Just yesterday she had invited him over for what must have been the fourth time. He decided that he'd take her up on her offer, so at 6:45 in the morning he stood in front of her door having just rung the doorbell. He didn't think it was too early since she had claimed to be an early bird.
The young woman who answered the door in her light robe, slightly disheveled hair and surprised look on her face said, "Are you taking me up on my offer?"
"If it's not too early for you, I'd love to sample this famous coffee you claim to have," Mike answered.
"Not too early, if you don't mind the natural look. Come on in," Jess replied.
"You look lovely," Mike lauded.
"You're just saying that to get free coffee," she laughed.
"Is it working?" Mike countered.
"Have a seat, this will just take a minute," she responded with a smile. She did like complements from older men. Her late husband had been older than her and always took very good care of her, she did miss that.
Jess reminisced about how she had learned to make coffee for her father and how much he'd praised her. She loved having an older man seated at the table waiting patiently while she made coffee for him.
She set the freshly brewed cup in front of Mike, "Try this and tell me if this isn't the best cup of coffee you've ever had?"
Mike took a sip of the coffee and found it smooth and very mellow, with a deep flavor. "Wow! You weren't kidding. This is by far the best coffee I've ever had. I'll be coming over here for my morning coffee from now on."
Jess beamed, she loved finding ways to satisfy the men in her life. "I'm so glad you like it and as long as you don't mind seeing me with bed-head, no makeup, and in my old robe you are welcomed."
"You look beautiful no matter what you wear. I'll take you up on that offer, but only if you promise not get all dolled up. I do enjoy the natural, casual look." Mike accepted.
Jess started to blush, "I think I have a scone, if you'd like one?" she said turning back towards the counter. She grabbed a scone and placed it on a plate then turned back to the table. She was in a hurry and moved a bit too fast. Her robe loosened and flew open. She now faced Mike, seated at the table with her hands full and her robe open. She hurriedly set down the plate and fork and tried to pull her robe closed to again cover her exposed breasts.
"Sorry," she said red faced.
"Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it," Mike answered. He knew that if he continued to focus on her bared flesh, she would put more clothes on. He recognized her embarrassment, so he shifted the subject to the scone. "Did you make these?"
"Yes, I did. I enjoy cooking. Do you like them?" She answered happy to talk about one of her favorite hobbies.
"It is very good. You are not only good looking, but you are a fabulous cook too."
Again, she blushed, but her smile gave away the fact that she was not embarrassed this time as she was when he'd commented on her bared breasts. She actually wanted him to continue his compliments.
Mike finished his breakfast and got ready to head back home. It was only then that they both realized that had been talking and laughing for an hour and a half. Jess's robe did not fly open again, much to Mike's disappointment, but it did open a bit at the top giving him a great view of her cleavage and more whenever she leaned forward. He made sure not to mention these wardrobe malfunctions since he enjoyed the view. He also made sure not to stare too blatantly to draw her attention to where his eyes were focused.
Mike thanked her for the coffee and scone as he stood. Jess stepped up to him and gave him a hug. "I really loved you coming over for coffee and I meant it when I said you can come over for coffee anytime."
Mike enjoyed the hug. It wasn't exactly sexual, but it was a bit more than just a neighborly hug. She really did appreciate him being there. She had commented often about making coffee for her father. Next time he talked with her he needed to find out what kind of person her husband was and more importantly how old he was.
"Thanks. You may be sorry you offered that invitation. I might be over a lot." He said with a grin.
"I don't think I'll be sorry, but if today was any indication, we might not get anything else done. It's almost 9 o'clock and I'm not even dressed yet."
Mike smiled at that thought. "I think that's why we hung out so long. I did mention that I like being casual."
Mike again said goodbye and went back to his house.
Mike filled his day making sure all of his possessions were in the most convenient place and that he actually knew where that spot was. He then decided to head out for a walk around the neighborhood and grab a bite to eat at the Mexican place near him.
Getting back home after a leisurely walk and a nice meal, he stepped into his back yard to plan out where he wanted his gardens to be. He was deep in thought about the tools he needed to buy to dig up the area and what vegetables he wanted to plant when he heard the sounds of his neighbor in her pool.
He pulled a chair over to the fence separating the two houses and peered over. He saw Jess swimming in her pool. He called out to her, "Hi neighbor, sorry if I'm intruding, but I heard some splashing."
She swam to the edge of the pool, looked up at him, and answered, "No problem, now that's it's getting warmer I try to swim a couple times a week to stay in shape. You're welcome to join me if you like."
"It's working, you look to be in great shape to me," he responded. "I'd love to go for a swim with you, but I just had a heavy lunch at the Mexican place down the road, can I get a rain check?"
"Thank you," Jess responded to the compliment. "I love that place, but if I eat there too often, I'll need more than just bit of swimming to burn it off. I understand about not getting into the water for a while after eating there."
She then pulled herself out of the pool displaying her figure in a relatively small bikini. It wasn't the overly sexy type you find mostly in porn, but it was smaller that what most wear at a public beach.
"I find it hard to believe that you would have much to burn off. You are in great shape." Mike countered.
"How nice of you to say," she replied with a smile. She turned slightly allowing him a view of her body, both front and back. She did enjoy getting compliments and was not above flaunting a bit to get them.
Again, they chatted for longer than either of them intended. Mike threw compliments at her every few minutes and she flaunted more after every one of them. Not all of Mike's compliments were directed at her body, but he made sure that he included several, but nothing crude. He talked about how fit and toned she was and asked her if she went to the gym. He also asked her if she had ever modeled before.
He learned about several of her hobbies, including art, playing the piano, cooking, and she even admitted to being addicted to collecting clothes. She did like to shop for things that she thought showed off her body.
Mike asked if she would make an old man such as him very happy by putting on a fashion show for him. He never expected her to say yes, but when she did, he quickly asked when.
He could see her excitement when she realized he was serious. He had planned on asking about her husband and thought this might be the right time. "Did your late husband ask you to do fashion shows for him?
"He did like them every so often, but he wasn't home a lot. His work kept him away," she said.
"He was pretty high up in his company, wasn't he?" Mike inquired.
"Yeah, he was a regional vice president," she answered.
"It takes a while to get to that level, doesn't it?" Mike was trying to find out how old her late husband was; maybe she had a thing for older men.
"He'd been with the company for 30 years, but before that he'd been with their competitor," She answered.
"Well, that explains why he wasn't home much. I'm sure he was gone more than he was home," Mike now knew that she did like older men. Her late husband had to be at least 60. "It must have been lonely for a young vibrant woman like you. Is that why you got into so many hobbies?"
"I guess so, especially the clothes. He always loved to have me model for him what I'd bought when he got back home," she said with a level of excitement, "I always loved that part."
"I take it you miss the modeling?" Mike asked pushing his luck a bit.
