My name is Dick and I just moved into our new home in Minnesota with my wife Jenny and three boys. We outgrew our first house, which was a two bedroom bungalow and had one too many DIY projects for us to complete. I'm on my second wife and two of the three kids are with my new spouse Jenny.
At the age of 37 I've had the same accounting job for 15 years. I work remotely from home on the days I'm not traveling or on the road. I've gained about 20 pounds being on an unhealthy diet of fast food and drinking craft beer since traveling doesn't allow for decent prepared meals all the time. I definitely needed some extra motivation to start working out again.
Per usual, I was at my computer on a Friday afternoon just zoning out to my unread emails when I saw my neighbor step out of her house. I remembered her from the initial open house we were at before making an offer. She was on the older side in her early 50's I would guess. Her straight hair came down to the top of her ample bosom and had light brown and blonde highlights to cover up her gray hairs, which were still visible.
It looked like she was about to go for a walk. Her thick rimmed eyeglasses hid her blue-gray colored eyes. She had on skintight black leggings where her panty line was visible through the transparent material. Her pink t-shirt clung to her bra lines and accentuated her back fat.
Her body was very voluptuous from her large pendulous breasts, down to her wide hips, thick thighs, and protruding rear. Everything on her body jiggled when she walked. She was on the plump side standing at 5'3" and about 185 pounds.
I decided to come out to introduce myself. I wanted a chance to meet at least one of my neighbors.
"Hey there! I'm Dick your new neighbor."
"Wow it's really big, Dick!" She exclaimed in a Minnesota accent.
I was taken aback from her response. "I'm sorry, did you say it's big dick?"
She reiterated, "Your house. It's huge!"
"Oh yes!", I chuckled. "It is indeed."
She started walking backwards, "Sorry to cut this short, but I'm going for my morning walk. I have a lot of fat to burn off!"
"Would you like some company?" I said a little too eagerly.
She turned around, "I'd love some!"
We took a stroll through the neighborhood and I found out her name was Mindy and was married with two older boys ages 16 and 18. Her husband Julio was a hairstylist like herself. They met in Puerto Rico and he eventually moved up to Minnesota where Mindy resided.
We had lost track of time and walked about three miles before getting back to our homes. She bent over to tie her shoe and I almost blew my load right there in my gym shorts. Her asscrack was all sweaty and her panty outline was getting sucked in between those enormous buns.
"Oh my! I'm so parched and drenched in sweat! Do you want to come in for some water?"
"Absolutely I do!"
Mindy gave me a tour of her house as I finished my glass of water. I asked if I could use her bathroom, which she pointed me in the direction of their master bedroom.
As I stood there urinating I looked around at the decor and then something caught my attention in my peripheral view. One of her massive bras was hanging on the towel rod. I didn't hesitate and grabbed it immediately. I needed to know how big her tits were. The Lane Bryant tag read 38G.
I brought the bra cups up to my nose and took a big whiff. The strong aroma was a combination of perfume my aunt wore and boob sweat. Then I placed the bra cups around my cock. Those silky G cups felt so good engulfing my cock. I began pumping my hardening erection between them while imagining I was tit-fucking Mindy. My cock was about to erupt. I pointed the head of my erection down to the inside of the bra cups and stroked my shaft faster until I shot a few sticky streams of jizz into them.
She was definitely going to notice a puddle of cum pouring out of her bra. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and rubbed my jizz into the material so it would absorb faster. I hung her bra back on the towel rod and met her in the living room before saying goodbye. I left her house knowing she was going to find out eventually.
The next night I couldn't get to sleep. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss when I noticed her changing out of some work clothes. Most of her bras seemed to be all nude colored with thick straps to handle the weight of her melons. Her ass had dimples from the cellulite, which got me even harder. My jerk off material was only Mindy at this point. I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her tits and that fat ass of hers. I stroked my 8 inch man meat while watching Mindy undress until I came into my toilet.
After our first encounter, I hadn't spoken to Mindy for a few days because I was on a business trip for almost a week. That Friday I drove back home from the airport and saw Mindy in her front yard working on her garden. After walking through Airport's all day I wanted to rest, but decided to walk across the street for a quick exchange of pleasantries with Mindy.
The first thing Mindy said to me was, "looks like you could use a trim, Dick."
She had a way with phrasing things, but after a second I realized she was referring to my hair.
"Yeah it's been about a month, so I'll have to get my clippers out soon."
"Nonsense! Don't cha know you gotta sexy hair stylist standing right here?" She put her hands on hips.
"Oh where is she? I don't see her."
"Haha very funny mister. Now come inside so I can take care of ya."
I sat down on her barber chair and she swung a black apron around me. She wet my hair and ran her french tip fingernails through them. It gave me goosebumps and felt calming at the same time. Mindy stood in front of me, making sure my side burns were even. She took a step closer so her juggs were an inch away from my face. I could see her bra struggling to hold her stretch-marked tits in place as they sagged down slightly above her naval. There was about five inches of cleavage she was displaying.
After she finished cutting my hair, she tilted my head back and did a shampoo and rinse. Her bust was in my face again, but this time I could see her bra straps. I think she might have been wearing the same bra I spunked in a week ago.
She pushed my forehead back so I was looking at the ceiling. The top of my head was nestled into her heavy bosom. I made small talk during my haircut.
"So how's the salon business going?"
"It's not bad. Most of the neighborhood guys come over to my place when they need a cut."
"No women?" I asked out of curiosity.
"No. Isn't that weird?!" She replied innocently.
"Yeah. It is weird." I responded back in a sarcastic tone, which she didn't pick up on.
"I'm great at styling women's hair too, but the boys love me for some reason!"
"Oh I'm sure they do."
I shifted the conversation.
"I'd imagine paying taxes in this area isn't too bad."
"Taxes? What do you mean?"
"Umm...well if you own a business and are taking in a salary, you have to file taxes every year."
"Dick, you're messing with me. Right?"
"No. Taxes need to be paid by basically everyone that works in the U.S." I stated.
Her bimbo response was, "I just thought they took it out somehow."
I didn't want to freak her out anymore, so I offered to take a look at her books and see what she had owed so far.
The next night I came over to her house. She brought her two boys over my place to play with my kids since my wife was at her Mothers. Julio was out with his some of his friends and wouldn't be back until late.
It took me approximately four hours to sift through most of her paperwork, but I needed a break. I walked downstairs and Mindy was on the couch with her pantyhose covered legs crossed. Her big ass sunk into the cushions. The hem of her skirt was hiked up exposing her thick thighs as she dangled her black heel off her small foot.
