Shortly after I retired I moved to Florida and after sampling several areas as possible living sites, I settled on this new, fifty-five and older, retirement development outside the city of Tampa. I quickly found that I had made a smart move, all my neighbors proved to be quite friendly. Also, I found that I was, at sixty-nine, was one of the older residents, that quite a few were younger and still working.
Each evening I would take my second drink of the evening and go out onto my front porch to enjoy the evening breezes and, on some occasions, have one or two of the neighbors join me. Some of them had dogs and they would be walking them and stop by with a word or two.
Such was the case with my next door neighbor, Ivy Disilva, a widow of about fifty-six. She worked in an office in Tampa as a legal secretary. Ivy had a small, French poodle and she would walk the dog, Princess, as soon as she got home from work. After Princess had made her 'dump', the two of them would stop by just to say 'hi' and, 'how was your day?'
So it was on that Friday evening, the last day of a week of scorching weather. Ivy said to me, "I'm so tired, this weather is killing me. It's almost enough to make me move back North, but then I think about all the snow in the winter time. Guess I'll just have to grin and bear it."
"Ivy," I said, "what you want to do is go home, mix a drink, draw a nice cool bath and just relax while you soak away all the stress. That's what my wife used to do."
She laughed and said that sounds like a good idea. "I'm a shower person and I haven't soaked in a bath tub for ages. I think I just might do that."
As she and Princess turned to leave, I jokingly said, "Since you've been a good girl, I'll even come over and wash your back for you." Her answer was to glance back at me, a sly smile on her face and the retort, "You wish." Yeah, I did.
About a half hour later, I decided on a third drink, something I seldom did, and went into the house to get it. Just as I was about to pour the JD over the cubes in my glass, the phone rang (I guess you still say a phone rings even though it's only a series of loud tones).
I was surprised to hear Ivy's voice when I answered. "I saw you go into your house and I was just wondering...well...I was wondering if you were just joking when you offered...you know...to wash my back. God, I hope I don't sound like a complete idiot."
"Darlin'," I answered, "it may have sounded like a joke, but, I'm always hopeful that some one takes me up on it. Do you want your back washed?"
There was a moment of silence, though I could hear the sound of her almost heavy breathing. Then, "The side door's unlocked." The phone went dead as she hung up.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. She was inviting me into her bathroom to wash her back! She'd be naked! "Hell," I said to myself, "I'll probably find her side door locked." But, I had to find out.
I finished making my drink and with it in hand, I went out my back door and to the side of her house, only a few yards away. After looking around to make sure no one saw me, I reached out for the door knob to turn it.. It WAS unlocked! As quickly as I could, I swung the door open and ducked inside, closing the door behind me. I was in Ivy's kitchen and Princess greeted me, stubby tail wagging.
I went down the hall towards where I knew Ivy's bedroom was, her bathroom was just before the bedroom door. The door was open and she was there in the bathtub. A drink was poised on the edge of the tub within her reach and two scented candles were burning at the foot of the tub.
Ivy had a not unpleasant face and, other than being rather hippy, had a nice figure. Her dyed blond hair was short, not reaching her shoulders and, from where I stood, I could see the dark roots. I had always thought that she was rather small breasted and now seeing her in the nude, found I had been correct. But, never having had children, her breasts were still quite firm and well formed. When she saw my eyes on them, she raised her arms to cover them.
In a rather throaty voice, Ivy said, "Are you going to wash my back for me, Carl? Nobody's washed it for me since John died and that was a long time ago." John had been her husband.
I raised my glass to take a sip of my JD, then moving to the side of the tub, put my drink on the floor, knelt down, picked up a wash cloth and, reaching over her, took the bar of soap from the soap dish. Since she was sitting well towards the back of the tub, the only place to wet the wash cloth was in front of her, between her legs. In doing so, I couldn't help but notice the small dark haired thatch below.