Mrs. LaRocca and her husband moved in well over a year ago. Jake, the next door neighbor, didn't see much of her husband, but then again neither did Mrs. LaRocca. She was home during the day. Most days. She was always very nice and outgoing whenever they ran into each other. The niceties usually revolved around the weather, school, holidays. Jake was doing a year at community college and still living with his parents in the house next door. His parents had been there for 22 years, moving in when they were pregnant with Jake. The LaRocca's had moved in about 4 years ago. Mr. LaRocca was in construction but it seemed as if he was what the neighborhood people called "a legitimate businessman." Either way, he wasn't home at all and on a few occasions there were other women who showed up to the house. But that's a whole other story...
Living at his parent's house was awful most of the time but it was the smart thing to do as Jake got his act together and refocused his life. And it certainly had its advantages. Middays- driving up the block and catching sight of the very fit Mrs. LaRocca working in the front yard in a skimpy v-neck t-shirt, her neckline revealing her perfect 34Cs (he guessed) was definitely one of them.
Another one was catching the end of her mid-day runs in her three quarter length tights and slim top, sports bra peaking out to say hello.
"Looking good Mrs. LaRocca."
Jake shouted out his window without even thinking about it. She was sprinting out the finish of her run. Jake was pulling up to his house at the end of the block. He had never said anything like that before. In fact, he usually didn't say anything at all- just a wave. What was he doing, he thought.
"Thanks Jake," she breathed out.
Slowly Jake got out of his car, happy to keep his dark sunglasses on as he admired her slim shapely legs and muscular thighs. Her tights left little to the imagination as she bent over at the waist with her hands on her knees. Jake could see down her tank top, her beautiful breasts wrapped tightly in her heather grey sports bra.
She panted and his imagination ran wild with the same panting as he stood behind her spreading her sweet ass as she held herself up on the bed while he fucked her from behind.
She broke the silence and brought him back to the reality of- how long have I been standing here looking at her...
"Early day today?"
"What? Oh yeah. Finished early."
"That a normal thing for ya? Finishing early?"
Was she flirting with him? Because that sounded a lot like flirting.
Jakes mind raced with witty retorts, something that would be benign if she wasn't flirting but equally racy if she was.
"No Mrs. LaRocca, I usually take my time... with my studies. He paused. Happy with himself.
She smiled. They stood there for a moment taking in the pleasant awkwardness of the silence. She broke it.
"I could use your help with something. Can you maybe come over a little later?"
"Absolutely. Whatever you need."
"Great. I'll uh... I'll open the door after my shower. You can just come on in whenever."
The way the houses lined up on the cul-du-sac from Jake's kitchen window he can see her front door. She knew he's be able to see her indication of leaving the door open. And Jake was thinking that very thing- that she was leaving the door wide open.
"Ok. Sounds good Mrs. LaRocca."
"I'll shower quickly."
"Me too." Jake blurted it out without even thinking.
She turned around and took a few steps before turning around. Jake took those few steps to drop his eyes to her tightly tucked tail. He quickly averted them back up.
"And Jake."
"Yes?"
"I know I've told you before. You can call me Maria."
"Will do Mrs. LaRocca."
She smiled and walked inside. Jake went into his house. His mind raced with what she could want him to do and what she meant when she told him she had to shower and what her soft breasts would look like with the water beating down on them and what they would look like in his hands, her pointed nipples between his finger tips. He entertained the possibility for a moment that she could be a lonely housewife teasing the 22 year old neighbor in order to fill her otherwise lonely day of being married to a man who is never home living in a huge house mostly by herself and having that oh-so slamming body with no one to ravage it... His run-on mind returned to sex- what she would smell like, what her inner thighs would feel like in his hands and what her back would look like from behind as he took her.
He shook the thoughts out of his head, trying not to set himself up for disappointment. She probably couldn't reach a light fixture or a pot she kept on a high shelf.
Jake paced wondering what to do to prepare himself - if anything at all. Should he shower, as he so awkwardly blurted out. He went upstairs and changed his underwear. Lucky boxers seemed the way to go and maybe a clean t-shirt. But he put the same jeans back on. He didn't want to seem like he changed for the occasion.
He looked out the window. The front door was open and his heart hopped.
"Here we go," he said to himself out loud.
He walked over casually in case Mrs. LaRocca was looking out her window. He didn't want to seem over eager. He got to the door and peered in.
"Mrs. LaRocca?"
No answer.
"Mrs. LaRocca? It's me. Jake."
He started talking to himself. "Duh it's Jake, you fucking idiot. Who else would it be?"
He walked thought the open door into the front foyer. He closed the door behind him and shouted again as he slipped of his shoes.
"Mrs. LaRocca?"
"Hi Jake. Come on upstairs."
Jake's heart hopped again as he tried to remain as casual and relaxed as he could with his heart and cock twitching while he walked. He adjusted his hardening member into comfortable position in his pants so he wouldn't have to do it when he was in from of her.
"Are you hiding?" Again he kicked himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. What an idiot! He thought to himself. Then he heard laughing. Giggling really.
"No. I'm not hiding. I'm in the bedroom. End of the hall. Come here. I'm desperate. I need your opinion."
Desperate?! Opinion?! What was he walking into? He climbed the stairs, mind reeling with possibilities.
He was at the door of her bedroom now. She popped into the door frame. She was in her bath robe, long gray robe tied loosely just below her waist, cut low. He could see water still glistening between her breasts and imagined himself a drop of water running from below her chin, down her sternum, between her breasts and underneath the confines of that gray robe. He was mesmerized by the woman before him and his own water-drop-fantasy running through his mind.
Jake didn't notice the clothing on the bed.
"I have an affair tonight. I have all these dresses and nothing is new and I honestly don't know what looks good anymore. There are going to be all these young judgy people there. And I know it's a good problem to have but with the weight I've lost nothing fits me anymore. I need you to tell me what looks good, which one looks best."
Jake stared blankly. "An affair?"
"Is that all you heard?"
"No. I can do that."
"Good. Thank you."
"Of course. Yes. You're welcome." (One of those three.) He wanted to recover with something strong. "Start with that one. Black. Cocktail. Simple. Everything natural you have going on won't get overshadowed by a dress.
Maria smiled. "Okay. I'll go try it on."