I have lived with my wife in a new city for 20 years; three weeks ago one of our neighbors for those 20 years sold his house after he got divorced. I had always admired his wife, but had not talked much with her, and didn't know there was any marital strife or I would have tried to find out if she wanted my help with "her marriage". But I am SHY.
A new couple with an infant son moved in.
My wife Jan and I are over 65 now, the new couple seems to be under 30. Jan did meet them, but I had not until yesterday. Jan asked me to help her dig potatoes in the garden, and while we were doing that, our new neighbor Debby stopped by with her baby stroller. Cute baby... sleeping. I was introduced to her by Jan, and then the two women talked about the baby and cooking, and the garden... while I dug and dug. Jan told her our zip code was xxxxx, and she wrote it on one of the letters she was going to mail later. It was hot and I considered taking off my shirt but I guess I did not think I would impress anyone (except Jan, who would be annoyed at how uncouth I was, and am, and always will be).
So much for meeting the new neighbor, who was exactly the kind of woman I adore. She and Jan could have been sisters - or actually mother-daughter... or maybe grandmother-daughter? Wonderful smile, beautiful brown eyes and long brown hair that was beautiful but did not look like she spent a lot of time on getting it to look beautiful. Not a lot of make-up, maybe none? How would I know that. I appreciate feminine beauty, especially natural beauty, but have never really considered sexual involvement with someone very young.
Most hookers are young, but I have no interest in that kind of sex- I like the kind where I am providing pleasure and hookers get pleasure only from being paid.
However, the next time I was working in the garden alone, Debby stopped by (again with the stroller and sleeping baby). I told her Jan was out shopping but should be back soon. She told me that she had seen Jan drive off, and that she (Debby) was pretty sure I could help her with what she wanted.
She paused, maybe to see if I would consider a double entendre in her comment- but I did not (although I obviously do NOW). She asked if I could sharpen her garden clippers and I said sure- she had them in the stroller, and followed me to the garage where I have a workshop at the back.
She looked every bit as lovely as she had the day before, but was wearing less now- maybe because it was heating up late in the day. She had a T shirt without any bra, and enormous breasts, because she was breast feeding.
Her nipples were leaking a little so the T shirt was damp with milk around the nipples. Her short shorts had wide leg openings, and she had on flip flops.
I got out my file and she noticed that I had a grinding wheel and asked about it. I explained that if you use the grinding wheel for routine sharpening, you lose too much blade and need a new tool too soon.
She asked a lot of questions ABOUT ME, prefacing most of them with true statements (about me) that she must had been told by Jan. or someone? I am retired now, but she knew about my professional career, and some adventures I had...going all the way back to when I was younger than she was...which was 28, less than half my age, if she was telling the truth.
As I worked with the file, she had her hand on my back, mentioning how sweaty I was. This seemed strange and unusual, but was also very "nice".
Then she sort of bent down and claiming to admire my powerful legs, she stroked my calf... which was nice but also really got my attention.
Believe it or not, I was "wondering" if this was some kind of invitation to touch her - what else could it be? Maybe she was just daft and went around touching men she barely knew? without expecting them to react?
She asked me if I would teach her how to sharpen the clipper herself, and I said I could... but that she could have me do it whenever she wanted since I was not working every day and had plenty of free time to help out. I explained I knew how much time a newborn baby takes.
She sat down on my garage chair, brought her feet up on the rung (it is an old barstool), and as her knees spread, I could see thru the wide leg openings that she did not have on panties, nor did she shave. She saw me looking and simply said, "It is way too hot for too much clothing, isn't it?"
I handed her the clipper and she put it in the stroller, which was enough of a bump to wake up her baby (named Dwight). He started crying and she said it was time for his feeding... mumbled something about that and asked if the fan worked... it did... and would I turn it on... I did.
