Ms Dana Davidson Pt 01

"The garage door code is 6728, same as it always was. There's some food in the house, but if you need anything else you'll have to go to the store," the first text from my mom at 10am read. The next one came immediately after, "I fed Sadie already and she'll need to go outside by about 4pm so make sure you're here by then!" Finally, the last one, "We're heading to the airport now, love you!"

My parents were leaving for Mexico today and I was packing up my stuff to house sit and take care of the dog while they were gone. I have a remote job, so staying in their house wasn't a problem for me. It was even nice to get out of the city from time to time. Since I graduated from college and moved to the city only about an hour away from where I grew up, it was an easy solution for everyone involved when they were out of town. Now that my dad retired last year, they had big ambitions as world-travelers and were beginning to see those plans through. I was happy for them and glad they were finally living some long-held dreams.

I closed my work laptop at around 12:15 to give myself enough time to make the drive back to my hometown during what would normally be my lunch break. At 1:07pm, I pulled into the driveway. I could see Sadie in the window of the office at opposite corner of the front of the house from the driveway. Full tail-wag and butt wiggle in her excitement to see me as I got out and grabbed my things from the passenger side of the car.

Walking up to the front door, I glanced across the small front yard to the house next door with a new BMW sedan in the driveway. Grass and landscaping all immaculately manicured as usual. "Looks like Dana has some fancy new wheels," I said to myself. I got to the front door and realized that nobody was home and I needed to put in the code to enter through the garage, so I backtracked, punched in 6728 on the small panel mounted next the door, and made my way into the house.

When I opened the door to the hallway that connected the front door and kitchen in the back, Sadie came tearing around the corner and nearly knocked me over. "Hey girl!" I said as I petted her and rubbed her chest. My parents had gotten Sadie a few years ago when I was at college and I loved this dog. She was still only 3 years old and overflowing with that crazy puppy energy.

It was earlier than my mom said, but I let her out into the backyard to do her business while I got my work laptop out and connected to the Wi-Fi. I needed to be sure to be back online in case any important emails or chat messages came through.

"Nothing new, just how I like it." I said and turned to check on the dog through the glass window. She was there at the door looking at me. "Ready to come in already?" I said through the door which elicited more butt-wiggling and a paw swipe at the window. "Ok, ok, ok," I said as I let her back in.

I went to the refrigerator and checked out what was inside. "Typical," I said to myself. "Do these people even eat?" I thought with an eye roll referencing my parents' notorious lack of just about anything in the kitchen.

I went from cabinet to cabinet and found much more of the same. "I guess a grocery run is in order..." I said as I went back to my laptop to check the chat message that popped up.

After another couple of hours wrapping up small tasks at work I decided to head out to the grocery store. I went out the front door and locked it behind me, having now acquired the spare key my parents left inside for me. As I walked out I noticed that the car next door was gone. Thinking nothing of it, I headed to the car and made my way to the store.

On my way home, I turned left off of the busy street that led into my neighborhood and found myself behind a clean new BMW. I followed this car on the subsequent right and left turns to my parents' street and realized I must've been behind their neighbor Dana when I recalled seeing a similar car in her driveway earlier. My suspicions were confirmed when she turned into her driveway just before I made the turn into ours.

"Ohhhh shit," I said to myself with a giddy excitement as I parked the car. "Dana Davidson, what a nice surprise."

I quickly jumped out to be sure I didn't miss her but took my time to look casual as I made my way around to the passenger side to grab the grocery bags. As I walked around the front of the car I glanced quickly at the slick BMW in her driveway and saw the door start to open. I made my way to the front passenger door, now with my back turned to Dana's house, casually grabbed the bags, took a deep breath, and turned to close the door. Just after it shut, I turned to my right and saw her with hands on her hips looking right at me with a big smile.

"Well, hey there!" She said to me with a big smile and wave of her right hand. Her long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair down over her shoulders. She returned her hands to her wide hips.

I took what felt like an eternity to take in the sight in front of me before responding.

Dana had been our neighbor for as long as I could remember. She had a son that was about 6 or 7 years older than me, so we were never really friends. She was unmarried for the entire time she lived next to us, but I can remember some men coming and going, never lasting very long. She was the neighborhood dreamboat for me and all my friends, probably all the local dads too, and I was just the one lucky enough to live next door to her.

She had to be in her mid-50s now, but she still looked spectacular. She was about 5'5 with round, blue eyes and a slightly round face that tapered down into a thin chin just below a pair of full, but not overly big lips. She had thick thighs, always toned and muscular. They still were and they needed to be as they supported the big hips and ass that sat on top of them. Her ass was much like her legs, big and thick, but not fat. She was powerfully built for her size. And speaking of size, boy did she have it where it mattered. Two enormous and full breasts, her crown jewels. Myself and all of my friends in the neighborhood got our fair share of stares in whenever we could, and she looked just as nice now as she did when I was in high school a handful of years back.

She stood in front of me about 20 feet away in a tight pair of white pants, stylish sandals on her feet. Nails painted as usual, fingers and toes. She was always incredibly well-dressed and put together. She wore a light blue blouse that was loose but couldn't hide those breasts. Only a tarp wrapped around her body could conceal them fully. Her sunglasses were in her left hand at her hip and I could see her bright blue eyes blazing.

"God damn." I thought to myself before reciprocating her greeting.

"Hey, Ms. Davidson great to see you!" I said as I walked across the yard in her direction. I stopped about 8 feet away from her before reaching a small flower bed my mom had planted on the property line dividing our yard and Dana's.

"I was wondering if you still lived here, it's been a few years since I've run into you like this," I said.

"Oh honey, I'm not going anywhere. I have everything I need right here. My house, my pool. Can't beat this." She said with her big smile still planted on her face.

She had a pool in her backyard right next to ours. The only problem was that her house was at a higher elevation than ours at the highest point on our street. I could never get a view of her by it. There was a fence separating the backyards that sat atop a retaining wall to help with the sloping terrain. She could see right into our yard if she was near the fence on her side, but I had no such luck. The only time anyone was visible was if they went in or out of the door to her kitchen at the corner of the house near the fence. She invited me and various others from the neighborhood over to swim from time to time, but my mom would NEVER let me go.

I don't know what it was, but my mom never seemed to care for Dana. Any time she came up my mom would change the subject or roll her eyes and dismiss whatever was being said. I never really understood it. Dana was always so nice and a model citizen next door. Never made too much noise and her house was always in spectacular condition.

She loved doing yard work and all of us neighborhood boys loved watching her do it even more. We'd get together in the street by my house in the summer and walk to the basketball court at the park a few blocks away, but we'd always make sure to linger a little longer or "wait" for that one friend that wasn't actually coming if Dana was outside. She would always say hi and chat with us a bit when we were coming or going and we were always happy to stay and talk, although I think all of us were doing more looking than talking. We all called her by her initials, DD, but it had nothing to do with her real name. We were such idiots then and had no idea that bra sizes even went beyond DD, as hers most certainly did, but it was a fun and mostly fitting name, nonetheless.

Back then we thought we were sly as hell, but looking back on it, she knew what we were doing. I think she got off on it though. She had a very confident disposition. She was hot and she knew it. At the time we were around 17 or 18. No harm if we're just exchanging glances, right?

Sometimes we'd even come back sweaty and shirtless after a few games and she'd still stop to talk to us. She always seemed to have this sexy little smirk on her face. I'll never forget that look. One time I was outside shirtless talking to her and my mom came outside and called me home in hurry. When I got in she was PISSED that I'd stand there talking to Ms. Davidson like that.

"You look great, you're so tall and grown up now!" She said as I continued to reminisce in the back of my mind.

"Thanks, I could say the same to you! I mean... not tall and grown up, but... you know," I said with a nervous laugh as I kicked myself inside my head.

"Oh, you're too sweet," she said with a laugh. "Looks like you've got a heavy load there," gesturing to the grocery bags in my hands. "I'll let you get inside. So good to see you though!"

"Oh yeah, needed to pick up a few things and got carried away. Never go to the store hungry, right?" I responded.

"Oh my god, I know," she rolled her eyes and laughed in response.

"Great to see you, Ms. Davidson, have a great night!" I said as I began to step back toward the house.

"Dana," she corrected me with a smile and a very direct shot of her eyes.

"You can just call me Dana now."

Our eye contact lingered for a second and I said, "Ok!" as we both turned away towards our respective houses.

I got inside and fended off the curious and energetic dog trying to stuff her nose into the grocery bags as I walked back toward the kitchen. I set the bags down on the island and exhaled loudly with my eyebrows raised high. "Good god that woman is sexy," I said out loud with a shake of my head.

"STILL so sexy," I muttered as I walked to the fridge and began putting things away.

_ _ _

After finishing up dinner later that night, I sat in the living mindlessly flipping through shows, baseballs games, movies, etc. Nothing seemed to keep my attention. It had been a long week at work and then with my frantic last-minute packing and driving earlier today, I was pretty tired. It was mid-August so the sun was setting around 8:30pm. It couldn't have been dark for much more than an hour at that point and was a little earlier than I'd normally call it a night, but I took the dog out back and then headed upstairs.

I turned left at the top of the stairs and into my room. I decided that I'd take a shower so I threw my backpack on to my bed on the left side of the room, grabbed a towel I had brought with me, and headed for the bathroom.

After my shower, I threw the towel on my bed and rummaged around in my toiletries bag for deodorant and then in my backpack for my favorite sweatpants. I'd wear them even in the summer, they were just too comfortable.

As I put them on, I saw a light appear on the wall of my room opposite the bed. My eyes quickly opened wide and memories flooded back in an instant. "Holy fuck," I whispered as if I needed to keep quiet, "how did I not even think about this?" The only light outside of my bedroom window that could shine on to that particular spot on the wall was a light from across the yard in Dana's bedroom. Seeing the light against the wall meant her curtains were open and that was always a rare and panic-inducing treat. Good panic, that is. VERY good panic.

For years I tried to catch glimpses or full-on views of Dana through her bedroom window since I could see into it from an angle. The two room were not directly across from each other, hers was off to the left from the perspective of my window, but I still had a view into a large amount of her room. ...If the curtains happened to be open. Unfortunately for me and my ridiculously horny teenaged self, they rarely were, at least when she was actually in there. One time I caught a quick view of her in a bra as she closed them and I jacked off to that split second image for at least a month.

I crouched down to limit my own exposure in the window and saw her window, curtains fully opened, but thin, off-white drapes still closed all the way. Though they were slightly opaque, they were sheer enough to see through. I could see a lamp at the far corner of the room next to a papasan chair with a small matching ottoman in front of it. There was a side of a dresser visible in the corner to the left of the window.

I sat there for a few minutes watching and waiting. If I had a clock that counted the total amount of time I'd spent right here doing this very thing just praying for the slightest view of that woman naked, I'd be legitimately afraid to know how many days or weeks of my life I'd wasted at this window. Nevertheless, the clock would be ticking again right now.

Suddenly I saw a shadow and then a silhouetted figure of a short, curvy woman walk across the room from the far corner toward the window and then disappear off the right side of the window. "Oh, she's leaving the room," I thought. I had done this enough to know the rough contours of this room. There was a smaller window directly across from mine that was outside of her room and at the top of the stairs. As I shifted my gaze to it, following her path across the bedroom, I saw her come into view from the shoulders up. She walked out in front of the window and then turned her back and disappeared again as she moved down the stairs. All I could see was her sexy reddish hair pulled up in a ponytail and two thin blue straps over her shoulders.

She was heading downstairs and shortly thereafter, so was I. I moved quietly out of my bedroom and slowly down the stairs as I knew that at the bottom of our stairs, kitchen to the left, living room straight ahead, she'd be able to see me through her living room windows and ours. All lights off in the house, I got to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her move into her living room and stop. She had her phone in her right hand and pulled it up to her chest. She first appeared to read something then began typing. My heart began to beat fast. She was wearing a tight blue tank top and black leggings. Everything was skin-tight and showed off her impressive figure, but my eyes were locked squarely on her chest. It was absolutely mesmerizing in that tight tank top and I could just see the outlines of semi-erect nipples through the tight, thin fabric. I stared and whispered, "She's not wearing a bra," to myself. A second later she walked through the room towards her kitchen.

I moved out to the wall at the opening of the living room between it and the kitchen. I leaned against it concealed by the darkness and waited. A minute later I saw a light turn off from the left and there she was again now moving back through her living room. My eyes followed her from left to right, first taking in a side view of her impressive chest and then locking onto her big, sweet ass as she moved away from me and back toward the stairs on the far side of the room. She turned left again and headed back upstairs. I quickly followed.

As I got back to the doorway of my room I saw her turn to her right at the top of the stairs and head into her room again. I swiftly moved toward the right side of my window and watched her move across the room. Silhouetted by the lamp in back, she walked past the window to the dresser in the corner opposite the bedroom door. She opened a drawer, removed some kind of article of clothing and then turned back towards the middle of the room. I crouched in nervous anticipation as she lingered there for a second or two before letting her hair down out of the ponytail and ran her hands through it as she shook her head while leaning back. After delaying again for a few seconds, she pulled the blue tank top up over her head, letting her enormous breasts drop. I gasped involuntarily. "Fucking Christ," I said to myself. My dick was now as hard as a rock in my pants. I reached for it just as she turned her back to the window, stepped toward the lamp and turned it off.

The room was dark.

"Guh fuck!" I said, disappointed that this all-to-brief show was ending. I stood up slowly, dick exposed in-hand and closed my curtains quickly. I needed all of about 10 seconds to pump out a load of cum on the towel I had used after my shower a short time ago.

I let out a long, hard breath and said sarcastically, "Well, I shouldn't be distracted at all this week..."

_ _ _

Friday morning came and I decided to move myself into the office at the front corner of the house through the living room and next to the front door. There were two windows in this room, one facing Dana's house and one facing front yard and street.

As I was getting on with my work, I saw Dana's car pull out into the street at about 10:30am and off she went. Thinking nothing of it, I got back to whatever task I was working on.

A couple hours later I was in the kitchen making a sandwich with a side of potato chips for lunch. As I walked back into the office, plate in hand, I saw Dana bent over leaning into the back driver's side seat of her car in the driveway. She then pulled out a couple bags from Target, closed the door and made her way into the house. I watched every step she took. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt and a purple tank top. The same sandals as yesterday and her dark sunglasses on.

There was nothing immodest about her outfit, she just had an incredible figure that was hard to look away from. I couldn't even imagine the way men (and probably women too!) stared at her in public.

On second thought, I could. I was one of the many doing the staring... I wondered if it ever got exhausting for her, but then I thought about how she seemed to get her kicks having a bunch of dipshit 17 year old's looking at her and figured she probably loved it.

I sat down and went back to finishing my sandwich and working.

Being a Friday, once it got to about 2:30 the emails dried up. People were idle or completely offline on the internal chat system. I didn't have anything left to do that couldn't wait until Monday, so I decided I'd take the dog outside and sit on the back patio for a while to enjoy the sun.

I sat down on a patio chair and pulled out my phone while Sadie did her regular rounds sniffing all the familiar spots she sniffed every other day, but still acting like she was having the time of her life.

"Dogs, man." I said to myself with a laugh and shake of my head.

I pulled up the text thread with my friend Drew and sent him a message. "Dude, I'm house sitting for my parents. DD still lives next door and is still packing bombs in her shirt. Unbelievable."

"Oh my god, man. DD. The legend!" he replied a minute later.

"Saw her walking around her house last night. Tight tank top no bra," I said.