Ch. 1
They never had children, so when his wife passed away from cancer last year, Raj found himself alone. He initially channeled all his energy into his successful high-powered career in the global financial sector, as if nothing had changed. This went on for some months, but something was not right.
Although he enjoyed the comforts and luxury his career provided, it was no longer enough. Now his life felt meaningless. In search of answers, he embarked on a personal spiritual journey through meditation.
He discovered his path to happiness was not through the acquisition of wealth and material goods. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He was now committed to a new way of life, a life enriched by acts of kindness and helping those people around him. So at age 57, he retired from the corporate world.
He woke up and meditated before starting his day. He stood at the kitchen sink in only pajama bottoms washing his coffee cup. The window above the sink offered a direct view of his neighbor's back porch and yard. His mind was in a state of bliss, almost empty of thought, as he gazed out.
His serenity was shattered and his mind was full of thoughts the moment she stepped out onto the porch. His hand needed no additional instructions as it started rubbing his cock through his pants in anticipation.
She had smooth porcelain white skin with dark features and thick long dark curly hair. She was blessed with naturally broad shoulders and curvy hips.
Although her breasts would probably not win any competition if judged solely on size, they would still most definitely score highly. If the said competition was more comprehensive and took into consideration such elements as shape, style and flair, one would be hard pressed to deny them a spot on the podium.
They jutted straight out from her chest demanding attention. Given the amount of cleavage the deep squared neckline of her sleeveless black sport top conceded, it was a mystery how the remaining fabric managed to contain them.
Her matching black high-waisted tights hugged her slim waist and created a darling subtle camel toe lower down. But their true talent was showcased by how they accentuated the contours of her heavenly heart-shaped ass.
She energetically bounded down the stairs and stood in the middle of the lawn. She slipped a hairband off her wrist and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She unabashedly looked him straight in the eyes and smiled sweetly. She gave him a cute little wave with her fingers wagging in the air.
He was caught, as the saying goes, with his pants down. Which, in this case, was not too far from the truth. He knew she could not see below his chest, but he instinctively brought his hand back up to the sink. He smiled and casually waved back. He looked back down at the empty sink. After a second, he cautiously looked up.
His was mesmerized by the playfully seductive motion of her breasts as she performed a series of jumping jacks. Her heroic top managed the Herculean task of avoiding a massive wardrobe malfunction.
As if on a mission to test the limits of her top, she extended her arms behind her, locked her fingers and thrust her chest forward. Her tits strained against the fabric and jiggled invitingly as she twisted her torso several times.
She turned her back to him. With her hands extended straight out in front, she did squats. With each squat, her luscious ass thrusted back. She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. She looked back fleetingly with the faintest of smiles as she twerked her ass.
She spanked her ass cheeks a couple of times with both hands. Her hands slid down her legs to her ankles as she bent down at the waist. Her taut ass was in the air.
In his mind, he was standing behind her caressing her ass. His fingers were slipping under the waistband and gently sliding her pants down. His cock was entering slowly then he was plunging into her tight moist pussy repeatedly. The whole time she was crying out his name in sheer unmitigated pleasure.
"Fuuuck" he growled. His hand was back to rubbing his achingly hard erection through the fabric of his pajamas. He was about to thrust his hand down his pants right there in the kitchen, but she was now making her way through the gate.
He followed her from inside as he scurried to the dining room. He pretended to be doing something on the table as he stood near the window.
She was just outside fiddling with her watch. She raised her head and looked straight down the sidewalk. Her breasts rose up majestically as she inhaled deeply and held her breath. She exhaled forcefully as she broke into a run.
Raj followed her as he dashed to the living room. The large front window offered a view for a couple of blocks. His hand was now in his pants stroking his throbbing erection. He stared longingly at her sensational ass as it swayed back and forth with each stride until she disappeared.
Technically she was no longer his neighbor because she left home five years ago to attend a prestigious university on a full academic scholarship. Through her parents, he knew she graduated with honors and was now living with a boyfriend in another city.
If truth be told, she was not beautiful by the hyper-sexualized standards of today's media and social content. She was pretty in a real, everyday way... in a wholesome way... in the literal girl-next-door way. But she did have world class tits.
Being the demure straight-laced good girl type, she never dressed provocatively. However even in modest attire, he found her to be extremely fuckable. Enough so that he saved every porn video he could find that had women who even vaguely resembled her.
He went to the bathroom and returned with lotion and tissues. He stood behind the curtain with his back to the window. He pushed his pants down to his ankles and applied the lotion. He turned his head back over his shoulder and leaned just enough to peer out the window. He grasped his lubricated shaft, ready for her return.
"Oooh, yes, yes! Come on baby, you know what you want. Oh yeah, that's it, come on, you know you want it..."
For years, he had watched her run and it always induced raging hard-ons. Today was no exception. Her upright posture resulted in her bouncing tits being proudly thrust forward. With every stride, her curvaceous hips swayed and rotated ever so alluringly.
Now in his mind he was lying on his back. He was reaching up and fondling her bouncing boobs while she was bucking and gyrating on his cock. The whole time she was moaning and calling out his name.
She slowed to a walking pace just a few yards away. Her skin was slightly glistening from sweat. She stopped directly in front of his house.
She turned and faced the window as she bent forward with her hands on her knees and her lips parted. Her chest heaved and the view down her top was spectacular as she caught her breath.
She straightened up and tossed her head back. She stroked her long neck from her chin down and ran her fingers through the deep canyon between her tits.
"Oh fuuuuuck, baby! That's it, oh yeah..." He stroked faster.
Now in his mind she was kneeling in front of him with her full lips tightly wrapped around his rigid member. Her head was bobbing back and forth. She was sucking enthusiastically and the whole time she was looking directly into his eyes.
She reached behind her head as she effortlessly removed her hairband and slipped it back onto her wrist. Her luxurious curly dark hair cascaded down freely with a quick shake of her head.
She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She fluttered both hands as she fanned her face. She pulled the front hem of her top stretching the fabric out and up and fanned her torso. Her entire midriff along with a large portion of the undersides of her ample round silky white breasts were exposed.
"Oh God! Oh God!" He was in a frenzy, stroking with fury, about to launch.
She released her top and cupped her tits to adjust them. Her tongue slowly licked her upper lip. Her hands lingered on her breasts and delicately caressed them.
The curtain fluttered as his head whipped back. He stood straight up. His eyes were closed and his head arched back. With a loud long guttural groan, his cock trembled in his hand and he blew.
Despite his preparation, he did not have the whereabouts to use the tissues. The sticky gob landed a few inches away on the hardwood floor. He gasped and grunted and immediately sent a second volley and a third dribbled out.
