I was merely looking for a tranquil, quiet life in the suburbs. Just out of a short, though turbulent marriage, I decided against life in a singles ghetto. Instead, I opted for the distraction of a yard and a small house, while I regained my bearings. Some of my neighbors had other ideas.
My usual morning workout routine was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Answering the door wearing only a pair of loose fitting running shorts, I was startled to find a woman in a nurse's uniform on my doorstep. The term "uniform" is a bit of a stretch for the outfit this woman was wearing.
It appeared to be more of a parody of a nurse's uniform. The tight short white dress barely contained the overripe body of a woman I judged to be in her mid-forties. Very high, white stiletto pumps with pointy toes, white sheer, seamed stockings, and a small white nurses cap, perched on a rather dated bouffant hairdo, completed the ensemble.
"I'm Betty Brooks" she said while holding out a covered dish. "Welcome to the neighborhood. I saw the moving van in your driveway on Saturday, and I certainly know how hectic it can be during a move. I thought you would enjoy having a quick and easy meal, while you and your family are getting settled in. I'll bet your wife is still working on getting the kitchen organized...that is...if you are married."
"Actually, I'm recently divorced, Mrs. Brooks."
"OH!" she said a little too brightly. "I mean..oh, how unfortunate. And please, do call me Betty. You are much younger than me, but we are both adults,... and neighbors." At this point my neighbor thrust out her chest to the point where I expected the front buttons on her dress to pop.
"I'm Rick Allen, Betty. I'm very pleased to meet you and this is very thoughtful of you. Betty's eyes were scanning up and down my body by this point, and I became a bit self-conscious, not only for my lack of clothing, but for the first stirring of an erection. My period of self-imposed celibacy, combined with this woman's outlandish physical attributes were having the expected effect on my organ.
"You must excuse my appearance. I've been working out a little, and I'm rather sweaty.. and a little underdressed."
"That is quite alright. You were not expecting company, and actually I enjoy seeing a man sweat when he is...ahem...engaged in some...how should I say... strenuous activity."
They way Betty licked her very full lips and continued to scan my body, gave me the impression that she wasn't thinking about weightlifting at that moment.
"Now, Rick, don't worry about returning my dish. You have enough to do, with the moving and all. I'll stop by and get the dish, and then we'll have a chance to get better acquainted, if you know what I mean..."
I wasn't sure what she meant, but my cock has frequently had a mind of its own. And at this point, my little friend was pondering the possibilities, and getting erect. I was doing my best to disguise my condition by leaning forward at the waist, and I'm sure the expression on my face was one of discomfort. Betty obviously knew what was happening. Even my semi-flacid penis made quite a large lump in my running shorts. But my larger concern was that my erection was about to escape from the confines of my jock strap.
"Rick, are you ok?"