When I was in high school my family moved into a new subdivision development. We lived across the street from the type of woman every high school kid dreams of. Patty was around 30 back then I'd guess. She walked around all summer in a tiny two piece bikini, and had a body made for such apparel. She was perfectly tan, thin, had nice full C cup breasts (which I later learned were fake), shoulder length blond hair, and ass that would quit. Patty and her husband Mike had three kids who I used to occasionally baby sit for. I'd be lying if I didn't admit going into her bedroom and sniffing her panties when the kids went to bed.
Around the time I was graduating from high school, Patty and her husband got divorced. The neighborhood predictably swirled with rumors as to what happened, but no one really knew. Patty kept the house and quickly had a new boyfriend. After her divorce, things sort of closed up across the street. She was never outside, never socialized with the neighborhood, and other than her car coming and going you'd never have known she still lived there. I guess she got remarried, but eventually sold the house and moved out of the neighborhood.
Jump ahead about 16 years. I was now 32 years old, had a divorce of my own under my belt, and found myself living back in my childhood town. I keep myself in good shape and am women tell me I'm a good looking guy. I'm 6'2'', 190 lbs., thin, with short dark hair and golden skin year round thanks to my Italian heritage. Still, I have a hard time sealing the deal with women and rarely get laid.
I was recently heading back on a Friday from midweek business trip and flying Southwest Airlines. As a single guy, I always scope the boarding area for attractive women since Southwest allows passengers to sit anywhere they like on the plane. This has never worked in the slightest in terms of meeting women, but I'd still rather be sitting next to a nice looking lady versus say, some smelly elderly women who needs to pee every 20 minutes.
There was one very sexy woman in the terminal by herself. She was dressed in tight jeans with a white button down top exposing perfectly tanned cleavage. After a triple take, I realized who it was. I was surprised I even recognized her after so much time but she really looked almost identical as when we lived by each other. She didn't recognize me instantly, but after identifying myself remembered me with excitement. She leapt up and gave me a big hug which I pushed out of a shade early. Between her tits pushing into my chest and the return of my childhood fantasy woman, I didn't need her feeling the giant erection I was getting poking her in her belly.
I sat down across from her and we began catching up with each other. She was actually living the next town over from me, about a seven minute drive. Her second marriage lasted less than a year. Her oldest two boys had moved out, and one had a kid already (making her the hottest grandmother of all time!). Her youngest kid had just enrolled in junior college and still lived at home. It didn't sound like she had a very good relationship with any of them. She later mentioned a guy she was seeing (fantasy killer for sure...).
As the plane started to board she grabbed my arm and said, "You have to sit next to me. I always get stuck next to little kids or perverts." I gladly obliged and we grabbed seats towards the middle of the plane. While the plane was loading we continued to chit chat. She smiled the whole time and kept saying how great it was to see me again. After the plane took she took out a book and read, while I listened to my iPod and tried to stare at her tan freckly cleavage as much as possible without being obvious (which I'm sure I was). The plane couldn't land fast enough for me to race home and beat off.
When the plane landed she suggested we exchange numbers, which I obliged her on. She mentioned a party she was going to be having and wanted to invite me.
