To understand this story, the reader should visit a prior submission, "Ivy's Back Gets Washed" This is an addendum to that story, with another of my female neighbors.
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I had been looking forward to an opportunity to get together again with Ivy Morris, this time to sink more than my fingers in her nice, warm pussy, but instead, she had been transferred out of the area so that opportunity never came about.
It was about a week after Ivy left that I had a phone call from her friend, Judy Watson, inviting me to her house for a drink. Since I had already had my quota for the day, I, as politely as I could, declined. She seemed disappointed, but ended our conversation with the, odd to me, expression, "Oh well, better luck next time."
The next time came two days later as I sat on my front porch with my evening cocktail. Judy, came flouncing around the corner, a drink in her hand, and up onto the porch to plunk herself down in one of the chairs, facing me.
Judy is a tall, thin woman with reddish blond hair, which I'm sure is from a bottle. I guessed her to be about fifty or fifty-five. She is very 'top heavy' with enormous breasts that she always draws attention to with the way she dresses, usually rather tight sweaters. Her long legs are emphasized with tight legged pants, usually jeans, which also draws attention to her tight, round bottom.
After exchanging pleasantries we both lit cigarettes and just chatted about the weather, the traffic and other odd things. Neither of us had heard from Ivy since her move and Judy said, "Speaking of Ivy, she and I had a long conversation just before she left. She said, that among other things, you have a very talented right hand." I know my cheeks slowly turned red as the inference sank into my brain. Ivy had told her about my having washed her back and what progressed from that. I almost gagged on the sip of JD I was taking.
Judy laughed at my obvious discomfort, and as I fought to control my embarrassment, said, "You don't have to be shy with me, Carl. I've been around the block more than once. But that was quite a few years ago and I miss some of that old excitement. So how's about it. Want to make an old lady happy one more time?"
I had finally regained some of my composure, but, I'd never before been faced with such a blatant request for sex. "Well, if Ivy told you all the details of our encounter and that's what you want, well, I can't refuse a lady, now, can I. You want to come inside now and see what happens?"
She had that broad grin on her face as she considered my invitation. Then, "I don't think it would be wise for us to disappear inside your place right now, there's people walking around and some of your cocktail party people might get curious. Let's wait until after dark and you can come over to my place and... uh...wash my back. Besides, it'll give me some time to...uh...draw my bath."
I agreed readily, saying it would give me time to eat supper and grab a shower. I was already thinking that it would be more than my right hand that would get some exercise with Judy. "Good," she replied, make it about eight. Just knock on the door." With that, she got up and, leaning forward, planted a kiss on my cheek. "You might want to shave, Carl. I can't stand a man with stubble on his face." With that she left, seemingly with more bounce in her step.
A short while later, Able Swenson, a neighbor from down the street, stopped by after walking his dog. I refreshed my drink and made a scotch and soda for him. I had to listen about all his ailments and family problems for the better part of a half hour before he finally finished his drink and left. I quickly ducked inside, giving no one else a chance to drop by.
