All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. Relax and get horny. It's only Literotica.
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Nick peered surreptitiously out of his side bedroom window. Ana had just come out to put trash in the garbage can next to her garage. As Nick had expected, his neighbor was sporting a fresh black eye. After the loud battle of the previous evening, he'd expected to see Ana with fresh bruises on her pretty face. It angered Nick, but there was little a nineteen year-old neighbor could do when Ana refused to press charges against her brute husband. It seemed like once a week, forty-five year-old Ebrahim would, after some yelling, give Ana a beating. Every other month, the battle would be loud enough that one of the neighbors would call the cops. The neighbors couldn't understand why Ana wouldn't press charges.
Ana had emigrated to America from Pakistan with her family when she was nine years old. At nineteen, Ana officially became an American citizen. Both Ana and her husband had become Westernized, though Ana more so. As an RN, Ana worked closely with American women, and considered several her friends. She also considered Nick's mother her friend. At times it wasn't easy for Ana to balance Pakistani customs with her American lifestyle, especially where her marriage was concerned. Ana's husband believed that women should be subservient to men, period. Though Ana was subservient to some degree, it was less so than he wanted. This was frequently the cause of their arguments. In addition, Ana's husband didn't like the fact that Ana enjoyed showing off her shapely figure in Western clothing.
Ana was forty-four. She wore her dark brown hair in a short, low-maintenance style. Ever since Nick was old enough to notice women, he thought that Ana was pretty in an average housewife way. She reminded Nick of the actress, Catherine Bell. Nick thought that Ana had a nice figure, and particularly liked her shapely legs, which she showed off with shorts and short skirts. Her skin was the color of light butterscotch. Ana spoke with a slight accent, the exoticness of which Nick found sexy. Ana always greeted Nick with a warm smile and inviting brown eyes. Nick was always friendly toward Ana, and she seemed to appreciate any kind words.
At six feet one, and a lean, muscular 187 pounds, Nick sometimes thought about beating Ana's husband to a pulp as a warning to leave her alone. However, he knew that would only land him in jail. Ana had to make the decision to leave on her own.
It was early September, when fate stepped in and solved Ana's problem for her. While at work one morning, Ebrahim clutched his chest. His heart stopped beating by the time he hit the floor.
Many of the neighbors attended the viewing just to pay their respects to Ana. Nick hugged her and said he was sorry, though he was actually glad that there was one less wife-beater.
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About a week later, while waxing his car in the driveway, Nick noticed Ana struggling in vain to pull-start the lawnmower. Now that Ana was a widow, Nick realized that she would have to either do all the work that her husband did or hire someone to do it. Nick strode over to Ana's driveway. Ana looked up when she noticed somebody approaching.
"Excuse me, Ana... Can I help you?" Nick asked with a smile.
Ana smiled and, in her exotic accent, sighed, "I can't get dat dare piece-a-junk started. If you could get it started, I would sure appreciate it."
"Lemme take a look," Nick said as Ana stepped away from the mower.
Nick squatted to examine the carburetor area. It was a warm day, and Nick was wearing a tank top and cut-off jean shorts. Ana tried not to stare at her young neighbor's muscular arms. She found him to be a handsome young man. He had penetrating blue eyes, light brown hair, and his smile always made her feel warm.
Nick set the choke correctly and pushed the primer four times. After two strong pulls, the mower roared to life. He then turned the choke off.
Ana shook her head and mouthed the words, "Thank you."
Nick smiled, reduced the throttle to idle, and replied, "No problem. Let me mow your lawn... no charge." He grinned, holding the dead-man lever to prevent the engine from stalling.
With her right hand, Ana grasped the mower's handle and placed her left hand over Nick's.
"How about if you do the backyard and I'll do the front?" Ana proposed.
"Okay," Nick agreed. He steered the mower around the side of the house and into the backyard. Their yards were relatively small, and in less than fifteen minutes, he reappeared.
As Ana took the mower, she said, "Have some iced tea with me when I'm done."
Nick nodded. He then walked back over to his house to continue waxing his car, while keeping an eye on Ana.
After about twenty minutes, Ana finished mowing, put the mower away, and waved to Nick. He had completed waxing his car, and was ready for a cold glass of iced tea. He tapped on Ana's front door and opened it.
"Ana?" Nick called.
"I'm in the kitchen," Ana replied.
Nick made his way to the kitchen, where two tall glasses of iced tea sat on the table. Ana was drying her face with a paper towel.
"Thank you for helping me, Nick," Ana said, "Can I give you a couple of dollars?"
"You're welcome Ana. The iced tea is payment enough," Nick said, lifting a glass.
She smiled, "Maybe you would be kind enough to show me how to start that mower sometime?"
"Sure, when we're finished with our drinks."
"Are you sure you won't let me give you a couple dollars?"
Nick smiled and asked, "Ana... do you know what karma is?"
"I have an idea."
Nick smiled and said, "Well, let's just say that I think you're long overdue to have some good things happen to you. So, I'd like to try to balance things by helping you out around here... If you'll let me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean," Ana said.
"I'll stop over when I have some free time and see if there are any chores I can help you with... No charge," Nick grinned.
Ana smiled and said, "Aww... you're such a nice young man, but I can get by."
"I know you can, but I'll drop by anyway to see how you're doing, and if I can do anything just let me know," Nick said.
"Okay, you're always welcome to stop over," Ana smiled.
Nick was as good as his word, and when he could make some free time, he would go next door to check on Ana. Even tough he was taking college courses, he always set aside some time to help the young widow. Ana usually had some chore, however minor, for Nick to help with. From taking out the garbage to drying dishes, Nick and Ana were spending time together and getting to know each other.
Nick quickly discovered that Ana wasn't the meek, punching bag that she seemed to have been. Ana was smart, kind-hearted, and generous. In spite of her abusive marriage, Ana had managed to maintain a sense of humor, and she and Nick often made each other laugh. After doing the chores, Ana always talked Nick into having some iced tea and cookies so that they could talk a little. In addition to finding Nick to be a good-looking young man, Ana was touched by his kindness toward her. He was the gentleman that her husband had ceased to be.
Ana began to find herself fantasizing about her thoughtful, good-looking, young neighbor. She dreamed of instructing the young man how to make love to a woman passionately yet gently. Not at all like the violent sex which she had become accustomed to. She longed to make his lean young body her personal playground. Then she would usually start thinking about how she was old enough to be his mother, and he wouldn't be interested in an old lady, and they were different religions and ethnicities, and it wouldn't be right. Ana would always set the fantasy aside until the next time Nick would come over.
Ana wasn't the only one having fantasies. When Nick was with Ana, it was becoming more difficult to control his desire for her. He would mentally undress her, and it was all he could to do keep his hands off her. Due to his shyness, he was afraid that she would reject him, forbid him to ever come over again, and tell his parents about their pervert son. Nick would come home from Ana's house, go to his room, and masturbate to fantasies of Ana. Thanksgiving was approaching, and Nick had finished raking leaves in Ana's backyard. As usual, he was invited inside for something to drink. He sat with Ana at her kitchen table making small talk. Having lived in America for many years, Ana was aware of holidays, even if she didn't celebrate them.
"What is your family doing for Thanksgiving?" Ana asked. Nick enjoyed listening to her accented formal English.
"My mom is making a small turkey... just our immediate family. Then me and a couple of friends are going down the shore for our annual end-of-the-season surfing weekend."
"Wow... Is not the water too cold?" Ana shook her head.
"In wetsuits it's okay," Nick explained.
Ana smiled, "I did not think of that. Will you take some pitchers to show me?"
"You mean photos?" Nick asked softly, not wanting hurt Ana's feelings.
"Uh huh," Ana nodded.
"I guess I could borrow my parent's camera," Nick shrugged.
That weekend, Nick did take a few photos during his surfing weekend, and showed them to Ana a couple of weeks later. She was appreciative as always. Still, Ana and Nick struggled with their unspoken desire for each other.
The Christmas holidays came and went. Nick's semester break allowed a little more free time to spend with Ana. By then, Ana had come to realize that Nick was not only good-looking, but was the most interesting man of any age whom she'd ever met. He was knowledgeable about most subjects, and she sought his advice for many things.
When Ana found out that Nick didn't have a date for Valentine's Day, that Saturday, she invited him to her house for a nice dinner.
"I'll even dress up nice for you," Ana said with a sly grin.
"I'd love to have dinner with you," Nick returned her smile.
They set a time and both eagerly anticipated that evening.
By early Valentine's day morning, Mother Nature had deposited six inches of fresh snow on their small town. Nick helped his father shovel out their driveway and sidewalk, and then he also began to shovel Ana's. By the time Ana came out to help, Nick was half done. She thanked him and reminded him of the nice supper she was planning.
Late Valentine's day afternoon, Ana had gotten her dinner started and then went upstairs to shower and get dressed. Putting on the sexy, new, black bra and panties she'd bought, Ana was having second thoughts. Starting a sexual relationship with such a young man could be a minefield. Still, she longed for masculine intimacy in a non-violent way. Much of her sexual experience was of a violent nature. Ana recalled how her husband would force her to suck his dick, and then essentially rape her. She imagined that it would be totally different with the thoughtful younger man.
Before dinner, Nick showered and washed his hair. He put on a clean pair of corduroy pants and his best sweater and went next door.
