June 2023.
I had been in my new house for 3 months, I was 23 and was really proud that a guy of my age was now a home owner. I am an IT consultant and I've worked for the same company now since leaving school. I didn't bother with University, never appealed to me, it paid off though as I now owned a great house and life was looking prosperous. I'd recently split from my girlfriend of 1 year, nice girl but she got bored of me working all of the time, we parted amicably though, but I had been single ever since. The area was nice and my neighbours were great.
Julie and Alan, were in their late 50s, Alan was nice enough but a bit dour and miserable, Julie on the other hand was fabulous. She was a stay at home wife, Alan was a self employed plumber and was out all hours, leaving Julie to maintain their wonderful home and garden. She was 5'7", slim, small breasts, green eyes and had short dark hair which was in a bob style. She had lovely dress sense and wore fashionable clothes which matched her elegance and charm. I really fancied her, she was the kind of woman I liked, bubbly, friendly and welcoming. When she spoke to you, she seemed really interested and was always asking how I was, she even used to cook for me occasionally which was great. There'd be a tap on the window and she'd ask "fancy Sunday lunch Steve, I've done too much as usual." She was lovely and very Mumsy, she loved to help people, everyone liked her. I got the feeling Alan was jealous of her popularity which possibly explained his miserable demeanour.
In short, she fascinated and aroused me, I thought she was wasted on Alan. I wondered if they still had sex, I imagined her naked and wondered what, if anything, turned her on.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon and Julie, as usual, was out in the garden. I was cleaning upstairs and spotted her outside, she looked fab as usual, choosing to wear a pair of bleached denim shorts, a white T Shirt and a pair of flip flops. I could watch her all day as she pottered around planting and tidying the garden. I was horrified when she turned around and spotted me upstairs looking into their garden. She waved and smiled at me and carried on as normal. I'm ashamed to say that below the window ledge and out of sight, I always had a little play with myself, just stroking myself over my jeans looking at her camel toe.
Work had been really busy and I was out of town for a week, working on a big project. I got home on the Friday around 6pm, grabbed a beer and sat in the garden. Our gardens were separated by a low fence of around 5', so you could always see in theirs and vice versa.
Julie was already in the garden and was on her own.
"Hey young man, where have you been all week.?"
"Hi Julie, just working away, I've been a big project so it's been full on, I've got a week off now though so you'll probably see me knocking around."
"Oh, you lucky thing, any plans?"
"No, just bits and bobs around the house, a bit of gardening etc."
"Well, you know me, if you need help in the garden, don't be shy asking."
"Thanks Julie, I might take you up on that."
"Be sure to ask Steve, I like helping. Right, gotta go, his lordship will be home soon and he wants feeding."
"Haha, no worries, see you soon."
"I hope so Steve." and gave me a playful wink.
With that she went inside to prepare Mr Miserable his dinner.
I was so into her, she was the perfect woman in so many ways, her age wasn't a problem for me, my mates would die laughing but to me, she was perfect. I got thinking about when I said "See you soon" and her "I hope so" response. This set my imagination off onto a tangent as I imagined myself coming home to her, being with her and above all, sleeping with her. This was a dream though as it would never happen, still, I had my fantasies and naughty thoughts.
It was the Monday, the first day of my week off, I was in no rush to do anything, and as usual walked naked around the house. I loved walking naked inside and it gave me a thrill thinking someone might see me, it never bothered me. I am a trim 12 stone, 6' 1" with a 5" cock, 7" when fully erect. My eyes are blue and I have short, cropped blonde hair. I have been told that I'm good looking but that's not for me to say. I wasn't looking for any kind of relationship just yet, I was too busy at work to commit to anything anyway so I was staying single for the time being.
I'd been in the kitchen to make some toast and noticed Julie in the garden, I was just making my way into the lounge and I'm pretty sure she glanced and looked away quickly. I went upstairs into the spare back bedroom and had a quick glance at her. She looked great as usual, especially in her denim shorts. She was squatting down, digging some soil over, presumably ready for more planting. She had a fabulous backside, the squatting position made her bum look prominently rounded, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I put some gardening clothes on and made my way to shed to get the mower. She didn't see me at first but heard me lifting the mower out.
"Hey handsome, need some help?"
"Hi Lovely, no, I'm good thanks, just going to mow this, I haven't done it for a month."
"OK Love, no worries, give me a shout if you need some help."
"Thanks Julie, will do."
The grass was long and overgrown, it took about an hour to cut as it was so long. I finally finished and was happy with how it looked, not quite Julie's standard but I was OK with it.
"I bet you could do with a cuppa couldn't you Steve?"
"That would be great, thanks Julie."
"Pop round, I'll put the kettle on." I went in to change my sweaty t shirt and washed my hands.
I made my way to the gate at the back and knocked on the door.
"Come in Steve, I'm in the lounge"
She was sat there in her denim shorts, looking lovely, "she could wear a bin liner and still look amazing." I thought to myself.
I sat down and picked up my cup, "Your garden looks lovely Julie, you keep it beautifully." I complimented.
"Aw, thanks Steve, yours is getting there, the last lot of neighbours weren't keen gardeners, I offered to help but they weren't bothered. Still, at least we have a good neighbour now, do you enjoy living here?"
"I do Julie, it's great having friendly neighbours, how long have you been here?"
"Ooh, 20 years now, I can't see us ever moving, I love the road and it's great for town too, being only 20 minutes away."
We made really nice but general small talk, she asked about work etc and showed a genuine interest. What she asked me next though took me aback slightly.
"What do you think of Alan Steve?"
"He's nice, why?"
"Oh, no reason, come on, what do you honestly think?"
"Well, being perfectly honest Julie, he's a bit miserable and barely speaks to me, he's not my cup of tea to be honest."