Mark was thinking about the rest of his weekend as he drove home from the gym. He was beginning to think that he was actually looking forward to Monday morning so he had something to do. As he turned the corner to his apartment, he noticed a pickup truck with some furniture in his parking space, which meant someone was finally moving into the apartment next to his.
His first inclination was to blow the horn and make them move, but he decided to be the nice guy and just parked his car out of the way. As he walked into his apartment he saw a young man unloading a couple of boxes.
"Hey, when you're finished, would you mind ringing the doorbell, so I can park my car in my space, management gets kind of funny about that stuff."
"No problem, I could move it now if you like." The young man's replied left Mark thinking that maybe this neighbor wouldn't be as bad as the last one who seemed like he went out of his way to piss Mark off.
"No, no that's fine. By the way my name is Mark, are you the one moving in?"
"No, it's my sister Marie, she ran out to get some pizza, I'm Mike." The young man set his boxes down and extended his hand.
Mark reached out his hand and the two men shook. "Good to meet you Mike. Will I be seeing you around?"
"No, I'm heading back to Minnesota as soon as I have this truck unloaded, I need to be back to work by Tuesday."
"Okay then, I better let you get to work then, it was nice meeting you and please just ring the door bell when you leave."
"Sure thing, nice meeting you too, I'll tell my sister she has a nice neighbor."
Mark went into the house and poured himself a glass of iced tea and thought about having a young woman as a new neighbor. He fantasized that she would have a model's body and would like to lay out back in a skimpy bikini sun bathing.
"It's been too long since I've been laid." He said to himself.
Mark was fifty-six years old. He was married at twenty-two and divorced before he was thirty. He was thankful there were no children. Twice after that he was in a serious relationship, but both ended just short of marriage, the last being almost twelve years ago. Since then he dated a few times but seldom did his relationships advance to the bedroom. Not that he was keeping score, but Mark had had sex with eight women in his life, unless you count a girlfriend who had given him a hand job back when they were in high school. As he was thinking about this he wondered what that girl was doing these days and if she was on facebook and maybe she'd give him a tug job if he looked her up.
Just then the doorbell rang. Mark realized that his thought had left him with a semi hard erection, but at his age that went away quickly. He grabbed his keys and went to the door expecting to see Mike, but instead was a young woman.
"My bother said to let you know when he left."
"Thanks, you must be Marie, I'm Mark, welcome to the neighborhood." Mark said as he extended his hand.
"Ah, thanks, it's good to meet you." Marie was a very attractive young woman. Tall and thin with dark hair and sexy blue eyes, she was had smaller breasts than Mark was fantasizing about, but he was very happy she was going to be his neighbor, especially after she gave him a shy and kind of flirty smile.
As he completed his inventory of his new neighbor he added the obligatory, "well let me know if you need anything, I'll be glad to be of service." With that Mark started walking to his car.
"Well...there is one thing." Marie seemed to have a certain gleam in her eye, but Mark wanted to be careful not to read too much into it. The last thing he needed was for his new neighbor to think poorly of him.
"What is it?"
"I have a bottle of wine, but no corkscrew."
"That I can help you with." Mark replied and gave her a little smile that she could read any way she wanted.
"Ok, I'll stop over a little later if that's okay?"
"No problem, I'm home all night." Mark hadn't planned on staying home all night, but neither did he have any plans and a potential conversation with an attractive young woman was better than anything he could think of.
Mark spent the afternoon watching sports and when dinner time came decided to cook some chicken on the grill for a sandwich. As he was cooking, he heard the door at Marie's apartment open.
"Smells good, neighbor, what's cooking?"
Mark replied, "Chicken, care to join me?" Mark turned and saw Marie was in a pair of short cutoff jeans and a tank top and while he couldn't tell for certain, he thought there was no bra.
"Only if I can bring my bottle of wine and share it."
"Sounds like a deal to me." As Marie turned and walked back into her apartment Mark felt a twinge in his groin as he observed some while flesh protruding from the bottom of her shorts.
As Mark retrieved another chicken breast and threw it on the grill the doorbell rang, he ran to the front door and let Marie in with her bottle of wine. Mark opened the bottle and poured two glasses and led Marie to his back porch to finish dinner.
As dinner finished Mark learned that Marie was from Minnesota, had just finished a masters program in behavioral science and was working on her doctorate while doing an internship in California. She was planning on being here for two years and then heading home to Minnesota to open her own practice. She was twenty six and hadn't had a boyfriend since high school, instead concentrating on her schooling.
The two of them continued talking about her story, how different California would be and things like that over dinner and a second glass of wine. As they finished dinner, Marie refreshed their glasses with the last of the wine and shifted the conversation.
"I think you know enough about me, now I need to learn a little about you."
