Glancing out the upstairs window, I could hear John's voice in my head, "He's at it again." He being Derrick, our next-door neighbor who likes to sunbath nude.
Derrick was naked, laying on his chest at the edge of his pool.
John and I have been married 30 years and moved to this neighborhood next to Amber and Derrick 20 years ago. John is my first and only marriage, I'm his second. He is 14 years older than me and has 2 children from his first marriage who are now grown and live out of town.
Three years ago, John became forgetful and after begging him to seek medical attention my worst fears were realized as he was diagnosed with early dementia.
John retired and so did I in order to spend every minute we had together. As his disease progressed, I became his 24-hr. care giver but 6 months ago I had to make the difficult decision to place him in a full care facility. One night I awoke aware John was not in bed and after searching the house realized his car was gone. Hysterically I called 911 and after 2 hours the police found him 20 miles away sitting in his car at a railroad crossing. Confused and lost, he was just sitting in his car. That was the moment I admitted he was more than I could handle.
I visit John daily. I arrive early to help him dress and eat breakfast. We sit in the common area watching TV and talking. I talk about whatever might stir a memory. Lately, he doesn't recognize me. He keeps asking who I am or he thinks I'm his sister or daughter. Today he called me Maggie, his first wife's name. I corrected him that I'm Lisa his wife. He just looked confused; how could he have 2 wives?
I was heartbroken.
After lunch I headed home upset that this disease has robbed him of all memory of me. I walked through our home remembering events and conversations with John. His frequent remark about Derrick came to me as I glanced out our window down onto Derrick sunbathing.
Derrick is in his late 50's. He's in incredible shape, I can't see an ounce of fat on his body. Must be a combination of a healthy diet, exercise and incredible genes.
Derrick's wife, Amber, is also a beautiful lady. Most of the time her beauty is hidden beneath her hospital scrubs. She is an emergency room physician. But dressed up she turns heads and stops traffic. When I've asked Amber about Derrick's profession, she is vague about him having a boring government job. But I've always wondered if he is a CIA or FBI agent. I've never met an accountant in shape like him.
Amber and Derrick's back yard is very private, edged with thick hedges and a privacy fence. This allows them privacy from neighbors and passersby. The one exception is our upstairs window on their side of our house which looks down on their yard and pool. We've always respected their privacy and right to enjoy their yard as they wish. Whenever we've notice Derrick's nudity we comment, giggle and go on with our business.
Today, I am drawn to watch Derrick, admiring his fit athletic body. His strong back muscles, firm butt and toned legs. My imagination takes hold as I picture lying next to him massaging his back. My hand following a course down his back, over his rear and probing between his legs. His legs parted enough to allow my hand to explore, fondle and stroke his manhood.
My breathing quickens as does my arousal. My one hand slips under my shorts and panties rubbing my fingers through my bush. Slowly, down below my entrance and back up, around and gently over my clitoris. My other hand reaches under my shirt holding my breast squeezing and pinching my nipple. My moisture increases allowing my fingers to slip inside me easily. Curling my fingers, I push against my G spot. I moan as I continue to watch him.
I am rewarded as he changes positions rolling to his back giving me a full-frontal view of his cock. My fantasy escalates with me wrapping my hand around his shaft, stroking as he becomes erect. Leaning over I suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I imagine how good he tastes and the feel of him filling my mouth. My tongue pressing against his tip starts him moaning. Now, it is his hand stroking my pussy just the way I like. My arousal builds and I can feel the tingling connection from my nipple radiate to my core. My pussy is throbbing and I am soaking my panties.
I stroke harder and faster, pinching and rubbing.
Oh my! I'm close! Oh my!
My knees buckle, my torso tenses. The release is cataclysmic as I nearly faint onto the floor. Grabbing onto the window curtains I steady myself as another wave of ecstasy washes through me. Out of breath I slump to the floor and close my eyes enjoying a post climax recovery.
Wow, what an orgasm I've enjoyed thanks to Derrick! It's been a long time since I've experienced such an intense orgasm.
I must have fallen asleep, when I finally awake and stand Derrick is gone.
Collecting myself I remember what brought me upstairs. I want these boxes of memorabilia stored downstairs. I carry the first box to the first floor but when I switch the light on to the lower level it briefly lights than pops. I peer down the dark steps. The stairway drops down to a landing where the steps to the lower level continue perpendicular to the top stairs.
Damn! It is too dark to go down without a light.
And it is not an easy bulb to replace. The ceiling over the stairs is high and a ladder is needed to reach the light hanging over the landing.
I call Adam, he lives across the street from me and takes care of my lawn and handyman jobs around my house. He doesn't answer. Seeing his car in the driveway I decide to walk over and ring his doorbell. He still doesn't answer.
On my way back home, Amber is pulling into her driveway arriving home after a long shift at the hospital. She looks exhausted but stops to inquire about John and ask how I'm doing. I tell her about John and mention my burned-out lightbulb. She offers to have Derrick help replace it.
"I'd love that if he doesn't mind."
Twenty minutes later Derrick is ringing my doorbell. Opening the door, I thank him for helping and apologize for interrupting his day. He is dressed in flip flops, baggy gym shorts and an old college T-shirt. With his Robert Redford hair and deep blue eyes, I can't help but stare as I thank him repeatedly.
"It's no problem, Lisa, I'm always happy to help out. I know it's difficult without John."
He quickly retrieves the ladder from the garage and has it set on the landing before I can find a new bulb. I return with the replacement bulb as Derrick is climbing almost to the top of the ladder.
As he loosens and removes the shade the ladder shifts, he momentarily loses his balance. Instinctively I grab the ladder and his leg to steady him.
Oh my, his leg muscle is rock hard and so well defined!
Did I just squeeze his leg?
Focus!
While I hold onto the ladder and his leg, he completes switching the bulb. Finished, he takes one step off the ladder.
I am still enamored with his strong leg that I fail to remove my hand off his leg. Instead, my hand slides up the back of his leg as he stepped down.
Oh! No! I'm caught ogling him.
I hold my breath waiting for his admonishment. Will he politely ask me to remove my hand or will he be more demanding or offended.
