My name is Josh Stephens. Years ago when I was 18 I had a wonderful experience with my neighbor.
This story picks up in a time when there were no cell phones and no internet.
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A little over two years ago new neighbors moved in across the street.
It was a married couple with no kids, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. She was 31 and he was a bit older.
My mom quickly made friends with Mrs. Wilson. My mom was about five years older but they seemed to hit it off well and did stuff together.
Mr. Wilson was in the service so would be gone for periods of time, sometime for months. When he was home my dad and he hit it off well because my mom and Mrs. Wilson had become good friends.
Mrs. Wilson was a school teacher, taught elementary school, second grade I think. Her name was Marsha. She didn't like me to call her Mrs. Wilson, she wanted me to call her Marsha. As my mom's friend she relented to being Mrs. Wilson for the sake of her friendship. When I turned 18 she insisted that now I could call her Marsha.
I became her go to person for jobs around her house. For example, they didn't have an in ground sprinkler so when she was gone I watered the yard. They had a cat and a bird along with fish that I would take care of when they went away as well.
When she needed something heavy moved or a difficult light bulb changed while her husband was gone, I was the guy. I had access to their house during these times, and made a copy of the key so I could get in any time.
It was still winter and I was in my senior year of high school. My birthday is in November so I was now 18.
Marsha's husband was deployed and had been gone for five months. The rumors were that he would be gone at least another five maybe even seven more months.
The first week of February we got a snow storm. We usually didn't get much snow in the winter. But at 9AM there was four inches of heavy wet snow, school had been cancelled early that morning. My Mom and Dad still went to work earlier They worked in town and we lived about 25 miles away. If the weather got worse or the roads got bad, they might not come home tonight.
I was at home alone and Marsha was off work and at her house because of school being cancelled.
It was expected to hard freeze he next night so getting rid of the wet snow on the drive way and sidewalk was crucial. When I went out to shovel, snow was still falling somewhat. It was wet and heavy. About the time I finished our side walk and driveway. I saw Marsha across the street with a shovel as well.
Marsha wasn't a big woman, she was 5'4 but very small frame and appeared delicate. She probably weighed no more than 115 pounds. I had seen her in a bathing suit before and she had nice curves but was thin. She wasn't overly endowed but her 34 B matched her frame nicely. I knew her bra size from the times I had looked through her lingerie drawers when she wasn't home.
Yes I had done that. Beautiful, hot older lady gives horny teenager access to her house when she isn't here. What guy wouldn't look through her stuff if he had the opportunity?
I yelled over to her, "Marsha, don't do that. I will get it, I am almost done here."
I stopped shoveling and went to the edge of the street while I was talking.
She stopped and walked to the edge of the street opposite from me. "I don't want to do that to you," she said, "you already do too much for me without reward."
"It really isn't a problem," I said, "here let me start yours now, this is good enough over here."
I walked across the street. "Where do you need me to start," I queried?
"The sidewalk and driveway I guess," she said apologetically, "you don't have to do this. How much will I owe you?"
I laughed, "You couldn't pay me what I really want," I said under my breath realizing afterwards I had said it out loud but hoping it wasn't loud enough for her to hear it.
Thankfully, she didn't indicate that she heard it and went on to say, "I'll go inside and make some cocoa for you then."
"It's okay Marsha you don't have to do that."
"Josh, yes I do. If you are going to do this for me then the least I can do is come up with something to warm you up. Promise me when you finish you will come and have some cocoa with me."
"Sure, this won't take too long," I said I started moving snow.
The wind was picking up it felt colder than it actually was. "It is pretty cold out here so just come on in when you are done, don't wait in the cold for me to come to the door. It will be unlocked"
I nodded an acknowledgement at her as I was shoveling. About 15 minutes later I was finished with a job that would have taken her over an hour. I went up to the door hesitated a moment and then went on in.
I could smell the Cocoa. As I got in I took off my boots and coat inside the door. I heard her from the back of the house a yell, "Is that you Josh? Are you finished already?"
"Yes maam," I yelled back.
Her voice was getting closer she was walking from the back of the house, "you don't need to call me ma'am, it makes me feel old. "
"Sorry Marsha," I said as she appeared.
She motioned for me to come to the kitchen. She had changed her clothes, she was now in a satin robe with flannel pajama bottoms and slippers. I couldn't tell what she had on up top because the part I could see was only skin. Actually on closer inspection the satin appeared to have nothing underneath.
"Are you wet at all from the snow," she asked.
"No, I am ok"
"Nonsense. I have some of Chucks flannel pajamas and a robe you can put on, get out of those wet pants. I will throw them in the dryer and they will be all dry and warm when they come out." She showed me to the guest room where she had already laid out what I could wear and a towel. "Hurry now don't let the Cocoa cool."
I changed, and walked out with my wet things, my shirt was damp too from sweating so I took that off. The pants and robe fit fine. Mr Wilson wasn't that much bigger than me. I walked out and handed her the wet things and she went to put them in the dryer.
She came back and said, "let's take a look at you. Wow a good fit. You have grown into quite the man since we first moved in."
She poured the cocoa. We were at the counter ready to sit in some taller chars there for that purpose. I sat down first. She poured her Cocoa and sat quite close opposite me with our knees overlapping. As she scooted up into the chair she had leaned over a bit and I could see right into her robe, she had nothing on up top.
We sipped the cocoa. Nothing was said for a minute or two.
