Working in her garden in the front yard of her house, Sarah dug some holes to plant some newly purchased flower seeds. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she slowly stood back up and proudly observed her work.
Sarah was 25 years old. She was 5'7", and had long light blonde hair, green eyes, and unblemished alabaster white skin. She was a fine-looking woman with a perfect set of D-cup breasts and inviting curves. Sarah was a very desirable woman, and she knew it.
As she sipped some water, her husband Alex was about to head off to work. He was just an average-looking guy, with brown hair and rather mundane features. "I'm off to work, honey. I'll see you later tonight," he said, through the open window of his car.
"Okay, I'll see you later, sweety," Sarah simply replied. Their relationship wasn't horrible, but it wasn't anything great either: it was just very "meh." It just didn't have the same thrill as when they were first married. Despite the lack of fireworks, their union remained stable and pleasant; they were happy in a settled sort of way.
As Alex pulled out of the driveway and drove off, Sarah took a deep breath and got back down onto her hands and knees. As she continued digging, she suddenly heard someone speaking to her. "Nice ass, Ms. Lawson." Swiveling her head around, she saw her elderly neighbor, Albert, peaking over their shared yard fence.
Albert was a 60-year-old war veteran. He was frail-looking and a bit short. His head was balding with thin strands of white hair barely hanging on. He invariably wore a polo shirt tucked into some cargo shorts all topped off by his navy veteran hat. When Sarah and Alex had first moved in next door to Albert, a little over a year ago, Sarah's initial impression of their neighbor was just that he was a kind old man. But she quickly learned that Albert was nothing of the kind; instead, he was just another horny old perv. He would often make provocative remarks about her body when she was doing yard work or when she was enjoying some time in her backyard pool. His appraisals of her body always lasted a bit too long to be polite.
Of course, she was disgusted by this old bastard's inappropriate comments and ogling. But over time, she had just gotten used to it. Her encounters with him had almost become routine. Sarah had found that if she failed to fully entertain his antics, he would eventually leave her alone. As of late, however, Albert had become much bolder with his salacious remarks.
"Ugh, it's 'Mrs' to you, Albert. This has to be the millionth time I've told you to stop talking like that to me. It's inappropriate," she scolded, resuming her gardening.
Albert let out a mischievous old cackle. "What? I can't compliment how attractive you are? I can't help it that you are such a sexy woman!"
Sarah rolled her green eyes. She should've known better than to take the bait. "You aren't just 'complimenting' me, Albert. It's the way you go about it. The things you say to me are downright disrespectful, and I'm a married woman. You could at least say something less ...provocative."
"Hah, then what would you like me to tell you, Ms. Lawson?" Albert replied with an amused laugh. Sarah shook her head in annoyance.
"I don't know, you could just ask how my day is going, or just tell me that I look lovely. Something, anything, other than the inappropriate manner in which you normally greet me," Sarah remarked.
Albert grinned. "Hm, okay. How very lovely you are looking today, Ms. Lawson," the old man rebutted, affecting a high-falutin accent. His hungry old eyes ate up the alluring view of his sexy younger neighbor, who was still down on her hands and knees with her rear poking out in fetching fashion. With this amazing side view, he could see everything she had to offer. She wore form-fitting denim shorts that she filled out perfectly and a simple white t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Sarah's stomach churned at the tone of his talk. Despite the more appropriate phrasing, his words felt no better than his usual remarks.
"Albert, I told you already. It's 'Mrs'," Sarah chided. "Hm, on second thought, I'd prefer you not to say that either. Ugh, everything you do feels wrong, Albert. Aren't you a bit worried about making comments like that to a married woman whose husband was only here a moment ago?" she threatened.
Albert broke into a chuckle. "Heh, I'm not entirely sure. That's why I do it when he's not around. And, considering that he hasn't confronted me about it yet, I suspect you haven't told him anything about it yet. Isn't that right, 'Ms.' Lawson?"
Sarah ceased her digging, and sat back on her heels, squinting frustratedly as she contemplated what the old man said. It was true that she hadn't complained to Alex yet, but only because she didn't want to start any drama. Not because it was some kind of a big secret. She hated confrontation. Besides, it wasn't such a big deal that she wanted Alex to make a huge thing out of it. She didn't want to launch a neighborhood dispute. And, after all, as inappropriate as Albert was, they were just comments. Sarah only wished that Albert could be a bit nicer about it.
"Ugh, just shut it, Albert," she uttered with some venom as she resumed digging into the soil of her small garden. The sooner she got done here, the sooner she could return to the safety of her home and get away from this decrepit bastard.
"Heh, I guess I stand corrected! I'm not really all that worried about your husband. He's usually too busy working at that office job. Heh, they just don't come built like they used to. Back in my day, there were no comfy office jobs where you sit on a chair all day and do whatever it is you do with all that technology stuff. We worked with our hands, and we were built tough. Your husband would be eaten alive if he lived back then. Heh, we had to worry about them commies all the time."
Sarah's eyes went dead at hearing how this old man was disrespecting her husband so openly. Nor did she have the slightest interest in the old reprobate's life history. "Different times, Albert. Stop living in the past. It's not a crime that Alex works in an office building. He's happy where he is."
"Hm, the real crime is that he's not here with his sexy wife," Albert retorted. "Doesn't it make you frustrated that he works those long hours? Leaving you all by yourself?"
"I'm not 'all by myself'. My job keeps me well occupied when I'm not home," Sarah replied, not sure why she was even entertaining their conversation.
"That's not what I mean," Albert slyly suggested. Despite herself, Sarah arched her brow curiously. "If I were in your husband's place, I would try to spend as much time away from work and as much time with you as I could, you sexy thing." Sarah's eyes widened as she comprehended the old man's meaning.
"Albert, that's disgusting. I don't like where this conversation is heading and I have no intention to listen to one more word," Sarah urgently exclaimed, frantically planting the last of her seeds. Albert observed Sarah sardonically as she rushed to finish her gardening work.
"Hm, I would like to plant my seed in your fertile soil..." the old man quietly mumbled to himself. "Come on, Ms. Lawson. Aren't you a bit frustrated that your husband doesn't tend to you? A young attractive woman such as yourself should be cherished!" Sarah felt her blood boiling.
"Alex tends to me perfectly fine!" she blurted out. Albert chuckled and shook his head.
"Now you're just flat-out lying."
"What do you mean, lying?" the blonde wife responded, heatedly.
"I see how late he gets home from work. How tired he is. There's no way in hell that he makes love to you. I bet he goes straight to sleep the second he enters your bedroom."
Sarah gritted her teeth. As much as she wanted to object to the old man's outrageous insinuations, he was right. Alex did get home late way too much most of the time, leaving them no chance to make love the way a husband and wife ought to do. But that didn't give Albert any right to take liberties with the way he talked to her! But her silence only confirmed Albert's hunch.
"That's a shame," the pervy old man smoothly pressed on. "You deserve to be satisfied daily." Sarah felt a mix of emotions. She was disgusted but, at the same time, she found herself strangely amused at his implication. Did he really think he was some hotshot?
