Candy and I had been next door neighbors for many years. Our interactions were of the normal, routine variety that next door neighbors have- exchanging hellos, talking about the weather, etc. I had learned that her age was 62, a few years younger than me.
What I could not help but notice all through these years was that Candy was a gorgeous, sexy woman. And I don't mean "for her age." She is beautiful by any standard. She has dark hair not quite to her shoulders and thick bangs over her forehead. Her eyes sparkle in a mischievous way. Her wide smile and high cheekbones accent her friendly face.
Candy is a thick, curvy woman. Nice shapely breasts fill out the tight sweaters and other tops she tends to wear. She has a nicely rounded butt and sexy thick hips. She makes comments about being overweight, but she looks perfect to me.
We coexisted as neighbors for many years. And then one Saturday things changed.
My doorbell rang. It was Candy.
"Tom, sorry to bother you."
"No bother at all. Can I help with something?"
"Please. I'm rearranging my furniture a bit and the couch is a beast. And to be honest, I'm getting sore and tired from the moving and cleaning I've already done."
"No problem, Candy. I'll just put on my shoes and come on over."
"Thank you so much. That will be great." She headed home and I followed a few minutes later.
Come on in," she called when I rang her bell. I entered.
Her main living area had furniture pushed every which way. The cleaning supplies leaning in a corner showed she was doing a thorough cleaning along with the rearrangement. I told her that I was at her disposal. "Just say the word and I will do it."
"Is that right? Okay. Take off your clothes." Surprised, I spun around to face her. She laughed. "Just kidding. I wanted to see the look on your face. It was worth it too." I joined her in laughing and she began to get to work. "I've got that area over there cleaned up. That's where the couch is ending up so we can move that there now. Then I can finish up the cleaning where it was."
We moved the couch. She told me that was the main help she needed if I needed to leave. I insisted on staying to help. This was not all innocent on my part. I was enjoying watching her move around. The sight of her thick hips and ass as she moved was, let's say, holding my interest. And then there was the occasional touch as she brushed against me as we moved around the tight spaces. Her joke about taking off my clothes had my mind working overtime also, even though I knew it was just a joke and assumed it would be unlikely to come to anything.
We eventually finished the job. We each collapsed into chairs to rest.
"Thank you so much for all your help. Even with it I feel sore in spots. I think I used some muscles I haven't used in a while." She stretched her arms around and rubbed her neck.
"I could give you a nice massage." I made sure I said it in such a way that it could be taken as a joke. I didn't want to offend her.
But she surprised me. "Would you? Please. I would love that."
"I can honestly say that I would love doing it every bit as much as you would enjoy it. Ouch. Did that sound creepy?"
"Not at all," she replied. "Give me five minutes to get ready. Then join me in the bedroom. Second door on the left."
I eagerly watched the clock. Sometimes five minutes can seem to take forever. I wondered what she meant by "getting ready." How much of her gorgeous body would she reveal to me? Eventually I headed down the hall.
I knocked on the door. "Come on in, Silly. You know I'm waiting. I entered.
Oh, my. She had arranged herself like in a real spa. On her stomach with a towel over her amazing round ass. Her hands were supporting her head as she looked in my direction. My eyes moved between her sexy smiling face, the side view of her tit pressed into the mattress, and her sexy legs.
I approached and started to arrange the position of her left arm. She stopped me, saying "Aren't you missing something?"
"What?"
