Jim and Laura had celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary with two glasses of wine, a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then the night ended the same as it always did, with TV and Laura going to bed about nine o'clock, which she did most nights. Jim was left with the thought that maybe on a special occasion such as this, he would make love to his wife of these many years with the passion and lust they had held for each other most of their married life. But change of life for Laura had ended any desire for sexual intimacy. She was a wonderful woman, great mother to their two children and three grandchildren and all any man could want in a life partner.
In his early 60's, Jim still felt the fire burn within him. Sometimes, the thought of never again feeling the warmth and softness of a woman, drove him nearly crazy.
Occasionally, he would stop at the local Asian massage parlor where an Oriental girl who spoke little or no English, would massage him briefly, rub his ass and the inside of his thighs, brushing against his balls and cock. When it started to get erect and it always did, she would tell him to turn over. Then she would lubricate his cock and jack him off until he shot cum everywhere. If she knew Jim from before, she would slip a condom on his cock and give him a decent blow job, even taking off her clothes and fucking him in several positions until be had a massive orgasm. Afterward, Jim would feel terrible guilt about what he had done but this soon past. He figured this would be the extent of his sex life until he died. He somehow knew there had to be more.
Cindy and Don were Jim's neighbors directly across the street. Don was a nice enough guy but he was "Mr. Green", as he was jokingly called by all the neighbors. Everything from solar panels on his roof, to his electric and hybrid cars. He was also a typical California liberal, more concerned with the environment, gay rights and any cause which required seeing the world through rose colored glasses. Cindy was a Midwest girl, having met Don when they were students at UCLA. Marrying shortly after they graduated, children came very quickly. A boy and girl who were absolutely darling. Now Cindy was a stay at home mom.
When Jim retired, he spent a lot of time working in his yard, especially with Laura still working. Cindy did all the yard work, that being much too proletariat for Don. Watching Cindy cut her grass, plant flowers or just be outside, was reason enough for Jim to find something to do in his front yard. Often times, Jim and Cindy would chat, as neighbors do. Jim always tried not to stare but was sure she noticed him looking at her body. She was tall, probably about 5-10, long perfectly shaped legs that went directly to a magnificent ass. She always wore tight fitting shorts, which only accentuated her body. Her breasts were not large but wonderfully full, round and all natural. Her auburn hair was long, almost to her waist. Her face was beautiful. Jim was sure she turned heads everywhere she went. Jim fantasized how good she would feel, naked and in his arms.
Don was suddenly pink-slipped at the research company he worked for and needed to find a new job very quickly. When an offer from out of state came, Cindy let everyone know they would be moving soon. Now Jim was losing his fantasy. Don left for his new job and the kids were taken by their grandparents so Cindy could do all the hard work, putting the house up for sale and coordinating the packing for moving day. On one particularly busy day, Jim was cutting his front lawn when Cindy walked across the street.
She said, "Hi Jim. I know you're busy but I was wondering if I could impose upon you. I need to borrow a couple of manila envelopes, if you have any."
Jim was happy to do anything to keep him near her.
He said, "Hey, I'll be done in a few minutes. I need a shower, then I'll have to look for them but I think I have several. I'll bring them over, if that's OK?."
Cindy replied, "Oh, that's great. It will save me having to drive to the store. I am knocking off too and a shower will feel terrific. See you in a few. Thanks again."
As she walked back to her house, her ass looked unusually great. Jim could feel the erection growing in his pants.
In the shower, Jim felt the heat in his cock and balls. Imagining what Cindy must look like in the shower, golden tan, nipples hardening under the water pressure, made his cock grow. He wondered if her pussy was shaved and clean or neatly trimmed. Maybe a full bush. He grabbed his cock and stroked it several times. It was rock hard and throbbing. It had been so long since he felt the moist, slick muskiness of a real woman's pussy. His heart beat faster.
He threw on a pair of denim shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. He seldom wore underwear. He grabbed the envelopes and looked in the mirror. Not bad for a guy his age. His hair was thin but he kept it cut close to the scalp. He had put on some pounds over the years but still had the remnants of a fine athlete's body. His cock measured a full nine inches and didn't need Viagra or any other help to get and keep a hard-on.
He went out the door, walked across the street and rang the doorbell at Cindy's front door. In less than ten seconds the door opened and Jim was nearly overcome. Cindy had on white, very short shorts, a black sleeveless top, cut enough in front to show the start of her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were hard and distinct through the fabric. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had on minimal makeup.
She said, "Hi. Come on in. Thank you so much for bringing the envelopes. May I get you something to drink?" Jim was surprised she would ask him in. "Thanks, Cindy. Iced tea would be fine. And you are very welcome for the envelopes. Any potential buyers for the house yet?"
Cindy replied, "No not yet. Actually, I need the envelopes to send several legal documents. I think we will get a buyer soon. Please, sit down."
She led the way to a love seat in the family room. She went to the kitchen for the drink. Her house was in various stages of packing. She returned with Jim's tea, one for herself and several pieces of paper. She sat next to him on the love seat. Jim could smell a faint fragrance. Not perfume, something lighter, like a body wash. It was almost intoxicating to him.
Spreading three documents on the coffee table, Cindy said, "Jim, you have a lot of life experience, could you check these papers and see if they look OK?"
