64 year old Lloyd Carmody's ears pricked up when he heard an old familiar sound coming from the neighbor's backyard, proving that like most everything about the senior, his hearing still was keen, and for that he said a silent prayer. It had been a long time since he heard the gentle creaking of the tree limb that held the tire swing, but since the Sather's were on a cruise and he was sort of keeping eye on their place he went to the rear window and checked it out.
"Son of a gun," Lloyd mumbled to himself when he saw that there was a girl on the tire swing, the very same young lady who had used that swing countless times when growing up, and apparently Karen Sather had come home from college for the summer.
Lloyd wasted no time in hustling out the back door after checking to make sure he looked presentable, and as he watched the bubbly redhead lazily sway to and fro the Hobart College student looked much like she always had, with only a few minor alterations from when he saw her last about a year ago.
Karen still had the frizzy shoulder length flaming red hair and was still what you would call a strapping young gal, although today's society might call her a bit heavy. She had always been a bit of an Amazon, at about 5'9" and generously proportioned all around. She was wearing a green tank top that hid few of her countless freckles and even from a distance Lloyd could see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, probably a way of letting her freedom flag fly in her folks absence although Karen had always had a bit of a rebellious streak anyway.
Lloyd manage to sneak up on Karen without actually trying, and as he approached he kept reminding himself to be a gentlemen because they had gotten very chummy over the years. As Karen became an adult the conversations sometimes got salty, not in any small part triggered by the girl herself. She could be a tease and Lloyd a bit of a flirt, but that was as far as it went. After all Lloyd had been married for over 30 years and after that came the year or so residency of the now departed Elaine, so that along with Karen's age had always kept Lloyd in line.
"Mr. Carmody!" Karen chirped as he reached the swing while it spun towards him, and when she tried to slow it down so she could get up the older man stopped her.
"The one and only - don't get up," Lloyd requested. "It's nostalgic watching you on this thing."
"My butt still fits in it believe it or not," Karen giggled.
"I can raise that up for you if you'd like," Lloyd suggested as he looked up at the limb. "Tough for you to keep your feet in the air as it is now with you grown up."
"No, this is okay," Karen announced as she stuck her legs straight out, showcasing her slightly chubby but very solid pale legs. "I just hopped on to check it out just for shits and giggles."
"I'm sure you know that your folks just left on a cruise," Lloyd said and the redhead nodded.
"That's why I'm here," Karen declared. "No, actually I'll be here until mid August anyway."
"You look just as beautiful as ever," Lloyd appraised while trying not to look at her chest which was trying to explode through the tank-top, because his cock was beginning to stir from the sight.
"And you need glasses. I haven't seen whats-her-name? Elaine?" Karen said.
"Alas, she departed, although luckily for her she didn't leave like Marie did, rest her soul," Lloyd explained in mentioning his late wife. "Elaine and I parted as friends, I suppose."
"You're too much man for one woman," Karen chuckled and winked.
"I've been told something like that before although not with the laugh attached," Lloyd admitted with a grin. "So now I'm a bachelor once more. Very available, should you know anybody in desperate need of companionship."
"That sounds like me."
"Oh? Tired from having college boys chase you around campus and looking for a sedentary soul to watch sunsets with?"
"You were never very sedentary as I recall," Karen replied as she slowly rotated in the swing, aware and not caring that her neighbor was mentally undressing her.
Lloyd gave the swing a little spin, and as he did Karen reached upwards and grabbed the ropes for support. Karen's arms, solid and a bit shapely, had always gotten the older fellow's attention, but as the redhead's arms went up the always observant Lloyd noticed that something had definitely changed since the previous summer.
The outsides of Karen's arms were liberally covered with freckles from the wrists up and the insides were a ghostly pale hue as always, but unlike last year the spacious caverns of Karen's armpits were smooth, the moist skin glistening with only the faintest hint of 5 o'clock shadow coating the hollows.
Last summer Lloyd had noticed that for whatever reason Karen had stopped shaving her underarms, and seeing the teen with wild sprays of burnt orange-hued hair filling her armpits made Lloyd fondly recall his youth when it was not unusual to see young ladies who fancied themselves hippies go natural in those areas.
"I know. I'm sweating like a piglet," Karen said when he saw where her neighbor's eyes were fixed, breaking the elderly man out of the trance he had fallen into.
No, no my dear Karen," Lloyd replied. "It's just that I couldn't help notice that's you've - how can I put this? You've reverted to a more contemporary look under your arms?"
"My pit hair?" Karen responded with a glance. "You mean you noticed that before?"
"Kind of hard to miss," Lloyd remarked, and the usually unflappable girl blushed a bit at that."
"Guess so. I was a sight wasn't I?"
"A very pleasant sight to this old burnt out hippie," Lloyd quickly noted, assuring her that he was a fan of the natural look.
"Oh, well I've got a few weeks to let it grow out until I go back to school," Karen answered.
"Hobart doesn't permit women with unshorn underarms? What's become of college campuses?" Lloyd wondered aloud.
"No, it's my roommate," Karen explained. "She's not a fan of hair to put it mildly."
Lloyd started to ask why a dorm-mate would care about something like that but something in the expression on the redhead face made him hold his tongue. Was Karen? Lloyd had seen many boys around his neighbor but there was that little blonde that the girl had always hung around with. He thought that was just the randy boy in him thinking of such things but still.
"Times change," Lloyd conceded.
"Here's more information than you probably want, The hair on my head is all the fur I have these days," Karen informed him.
"Really?"
"Yup. We would shave each other, everywhere," Karen said, enjoying the older man's awkward reaction.
"Why?"
"Um. Good question," Karen admitted. "Kind of itches growing back in."
"I sure wasn't born for these times. I've never seen a woman like that, not really," Lloyd admitted. "Saw a glimpse of a picture of some singer getting out of a car."
"It's all you see in porn these days," Karen told him.
"Guess I'll stick to my old VHS tapes. No hair makes women look too much like girls."
"I think most women look better than I do down there," Karen said. "When I first saw myself after the shaving, I almost hurled. Without hair I'm pretty ugly down there, but Kyle says I look fine."
"Kyle?"
