Note: This is purely fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
This is my first story. All feedback, pro or con, will be most welcome!
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Chapter 1
A couple of years after I got out of college, I got lucky and landed a well-paying job with a great company. Secure in the knowledge that my job wasn't going to disappear (and I could afford it!), I decided to buy a house.
I found a neat little 1920s Craftsman bungalow that was in great shape at a decent price, so I bought it. I had a few buddies help me move in on a Saturday in early June. Since I didn't have much furniture, this didn't take long. They were gone by dinner time.
I was sitting on the couch thinking two things: wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into, when the doorbell rang.
Had it been one of my friends, they would have simply barged right in so I figured it was the Welcome Wagon lady stopping by to welcome me to the neighborhood.
When I opened the door, at least the "Welcome" part was right. Standing on the porch was a 5' 4" tall, gray haired vision of loveliness!
My crotch instantly started to tingle. Not only was she a very attractive woman, but she was wearing a really tight terry cloth top and shorts, both in hot pink. Neither article of clothing left much to the imagination.
This I did not need!
She introduced herself as Barbara. She and her husband Ted lived next door. I told her my name was Bobby. She was carrying a plate of food and explained that she figured that since I had just moved in, wouldn't have anything to eat.
I invited her in. We sat down at the dining room table, talking as I ate. Barbara was a damn good cook!
She explained that she was a teacher at the elementary school nearby but was going to retire in a few years.
"Don't you have to be in your sixties to retire?" I asked.
"Honey, you're so sweet! I'm actually 63!" was her reply.
Well, damn! I didn't think she was that old, almost 40 years than me! Based on her personality and her figure, I didn't think the age difference was that great! Only her gray hair hinted at her age. I started to feel a bit guilty about the thoughts I was having, which only made my nether regions tingle more. Her outfit certainly wasn't helping, either!
She also told me about Ted, her husband. He was retired and on disability due to a degenerative neurological disorder. She also had 3 sons, all in their thirties. And 4 grand kids.
I told her a little bit about myself and the new job. After that, we had one of those rambling conversations people have when they first meet. I think I complimented her on her cooking skills more than twice, might have been more.
Frankly, I wasn't able to think straight. Another part of my brain kept thinking about seeing what was underneath the terry cloth. I was semi-stiff at this point.
What really got me about Barbara's personality was that she was quite sassy, or vivacious. It didn't take us long to figure out that we shared the same sense of humor.
As I was almost finished with dinner she asked,
"By chance, are you gay?"
This caught me off guard so my response was a stammered "No."
"Too bad! My youngest son will go nuts when y'all meet!" she exclaimed.
I must have blushed a bit as she said,
"Don't worry, honey. He'll get over it!"
Being called "Honey" makes my knees weak!
We chatted a bit more until Barbara stated that she had to go home and help Ted.
"Before you go, do you know where I can get some good deals on antique furniture?" I queried. I then explained my plan to furnish the house so that whenever someone entered the house, the furnishings matched the age of the house and took them back to the 1920s.
"Honey, I know several dealers in town. I'll be glad to take you antique shopping!"
I walked her to the door.
"Thanks again for the dinner, Barbara. You're an incredible cook!"
"Thank you for the fifth compliment on my cooking, Bobby. But, call me Babs. All my friends do!"
With that, she left.
Thirty seconds later, I shot a huge load thinking about Babs, my new next door neighbor!
Chapter 2
A few weeks later, I had settled into a routine with the new job. Since I was able to work from home most of the time, I set up an office in a bedroom in the back of the house.
I was working on a project when something caught my attention. I looked out the window and saw Babs doing some yard work behind her house. She was wearing another terry cloth outfit, electric blue this time. Her top was more of a tube top, exposing her flat tummy. Pretty impressive, given that she had birthed 3 children. The shorts were tighter than the outfit she wore when we met, and they were a lot shorter, to boot. She was able to bend over and pull weeds without bending her knees. This caused her shorts to ride up and display most of her ass.
What a lovely ass it was, too!
I glanced away when she turned to face my house. I discreetly looked back, just to keep an eye on her. Even though it was early in the morning, it was a hot day and she was sweating. She rubbed a towel over her shoulders and her chest, just above her breasts. Apparently, some sweat had dripped down her tube top as she pulled the top of it away and fluffed it. I was hoping for a wardrobe malfunction, but didn't get that lucky.
She worked for another hour, putting on a very sexy show. As soon as she went inside, I had to relieve the pressure that had built up.
Later that afternoon, the door bell rang. It was Babs, wearing jeans and a t shirt ,much to my chagrin! She came over to invite me to dinner. Of course, there was no turning her down!
I went next door at 6:00. I finally got to meet Ted. He was a really nice guy but hobbled by his disease. He was able to get around using crutches, but just barely. We chatted through a delicious dinner. Afterwards, Ted went to bed.
"So, when are we going antiquing?" Barbara inquired.
"You're doing me a huge favor, so I can work with your schedule." I responded.
"How about Saturday? I can get one of my sons to stay with Ted."
We agreed to leave around 9:00 AM.
