I don't know why it took me so long to really notice my neighbor Robin. She and her husband had lived beside us for 6 years since both of us were the first to own a home in a new subdivision. Their house had gone up exactly one month ahead of ours and my wife and I met Robin and Bill early on in the building process. Bill and I became friends right off the bat, but Robin always somehow remained in the background.
There was an age difference between my wife and I and Robin and Bill. Bill was in his early 70's, and Robin was in her mid 60's. Both my wife and I were in our mid 50's. Although we all enjoyed going to dinner or breakfast together from time to time we never did much else with them socially. Bill and I would occasionally play a round of golf together, but other than that and sitting on the front porch talking not much else went on. So even though we were friends I wouldn't call us close friends.
Robin on the other hand was an enigma. We would sometimes chat briefly when we were out in the yard doing yard work or she would be playing with her grand kids in the yard and our dog would play with them, but no real conversations passed between us. So I really knew nothing about her other than what Bill or my wife told me.
Not that I didn't find her attractive. She has short curly blond hair and beautiful eyes and smile. Age has not touched her face in the way most women in their early to mid 60's look. Very little sagging had touched her lovely face and any lines that were there just made her look more attractive. Her body has full, not overly large breasts, just a slight tummy, round full hips, and very shapely lags.
I had always thought of her as attractive but not in a sexual way. I will admit I enjoyed talking to her when she would be working in the yard as she usually wore shorts and a t-shirt and no bra. It was very pleasant to see her breasts swaying as she worked , or to gaze upon her large nipples poking up the fabric of her shirt as we stood and talked. She was either unaware of my staring at her or not modest about it. I didn't think of her in a sexual way though since I never though there would be a chance to see more of her than what she showed me on those work days.
I didn't realize it at the time but everything started changing about two years ago.
First a little bit about me and my wife. Lynn is my 3rd wife and we've been married 8 years. Although we enjoy each others company we have never had an active sex life. Lynn was a prude when it came to sex. Even though we messed around when we were dating we never actually slept together. She has high morals and goes to church regularly so she didn't believe in having sex before marriage. Since I enjoyed her company so much I honored her wishes.
I won't say it's was a big mistake, but it was a mistake. I have always had a strong sex drive and have been very adventurous in my sexual activities. After we were married I found out that even though we had talked about sex she really didn't share the same ideas about it that I did. She believed sex was only for taking care of your husbands dirty needs and to procreate. Even though I was faithful our first few years together eventually this difference lead to affairs. I didn't just sleep around with anyone but always seemed to have a girlfriend on the side. Since this was apparently the relationship Lynn's Mom and Dad had she accepted it as long as I didn't bring it home or embarrass her with her family. She didn't need to worry since I had been unable to find anyone to be with in several years.
So the stage was set although I didn't know it.
Two years ago about 1:30 in the morning we received a fanatic call from Robin that something was wrong with Bill. I am a paramedic so I grabbed my Go Bag and rushed over. Robin had already called 911 but I beat them in by about 6 minutes. In that time I was able to do a rapid assessment and realize Bill was having a massive stroke. I was able to start an IV and have him, as we say "packaged" ready to go when EMS arrived. Robin rode with her daughter, who had arrived, while I rode with Bill in the ambulance since technically he was my patient since I was the 1st to treat him. Besides the EMS crew that showed up were both EMT's and I was the only paramedic and I legally couldn't turn his care over to them. Since it would be another 10 minutes before another paramedic showed up it was decided that I would go to the hospital with Bill.
Robin later told me that the doctor's told her that if we had waited for the other medic Bill would have most likely not have survived the stroke. Fortunately the doctor's were able to work their magic and stop the bleed that caused the stroke and relieve the pressure on Bill's brain. Unfortunately it was not fast enough to avoid Bill being paralyzed on his right side and having speech problems.
Bill has had a long rehab process and after two years can now walk with a cane, but still has some speech difficulties, and can not use his right arm at all. I do have to tease him that maybe I can finally beat him at golf since I use to always say that the only way I could have beat him before was to tie one hand behind his back.
The sad part is that even though Bill has improved psychically, mentally he has somewhat given up. The toll on his psyche in going from a very active man to as he says "a cripple" has left him unwilling to do anything anymore. He no longer helps around the house (not that he did much before, Robin jokes), wants to travel or do anything but sit in his chair and watch TV.
But I digress. After that eventful night Robin started calling me her hero and telling all our neighbors about what I did. I'm normally a very private person who doesn't even know any of my neighbors names except for Bill and Robin. I really wasn't a hero, just fortunate to be in the right place at the right time. Robin didn't see it that way.
It started with our conversations when we would see each other doing yard work getting longer. Usually I would just ask how Bill was doing and how she was holding up. Since everything had fallen on her to take care of at the house she had hired a lawn service to do most of her outside work, but she still liked to take care of her roses and flowers. This did give her more time to talk when I would catch her outside working on them.
It took me awhile to notice (OK I'm can be on the dense side) but finally I did notice that it seemed her t-shirts had gotten thinner and she was never wearing a bra. She had to know the effect it was having on me from my open mouth and the drool coming out of it. Just kidding about that, but her breasts were very nice to contemplate. Some days she would wear a lower cut t-shirt and would find some excuse to bend over so I could get a full view of her lovely breasts and nipples.
I still wasn't thinking of her as someone to try and seduce. I was just enjoying her as the incredible work of art that she is. I mean it is natural for men to enjoy looking at a beautiful woman isn't it? Besides she was way to close to home.
So this new turn went on for quite awhile, with me getting to enjoy viewing the delightful beauty of my neighbor, and in my blissful ignorance not noticing she was getting more frustrated every day.
So two weeks ago when she called asking me to help her with an errand on one of my week days off, I happily accepted. It turned out that she was going to sell Bill's car since he couldn't (or wouldn't) drive any more. The buyer was going to meet Robin at her bank, test drive the car, and complete the deal all at the same time. Robin would need a ride home from the bank.
What was suppose to take a couple of hours turned into a 5 hour ordeal when the buyer wanted to change the deal, and then had a problem getting the funds transferred to Robin's bank.
When it was finally over Robin wanted to buy me lunch for being so patient so we went to a little Italian restaurant that we often went to when all of us went out with the spouses. We were planning to grab a quick bite to eat, but two hours later we were shocked to finally notice how late it was. We had been having a wonderful time just sitting and talking. It turned out neither of us really had anyone in who we could confide in without being embarrassed or uncomfortable. It turned out she was frustrated with Bill for more than just not wanting to do anything. He didn't even want to do anything sexually and hadn't touched her in years, even before the stroke!
I in turn told her about my problems at home. We both agreed that having an affair was to risky since neither of us wanted to cause trouble at home. Now when I say we agreed on that point I am talking about an affair with someone else. Neither of us broached the idea of us having an affair together. I did mention how much I enjoyed seeing her in the yard, and she said that it was nice to be noticed by a man again so that's why she dressed that way. Still though, neither of us thought of each other as someone to sleep with. Boy were we dense or what?
