I'm middle-aged, a former Naval Officer and currently a CPA. I have my own business with no other employees. I was married once, but she had a boyfriend while I was at sea. I kicked her out and have been alone since.
I'm not complaining because I have many lady friends if you know what I mean. I own my own home in a nice residential neighborhood and the people there know I'm single. On one side of my house is a nice spinster lady with lots of animals. She is only a couple of years older than I am, but thinks I'm older. Once, she was wearing an open buttoned blouse while working in her yard when we started talking across the back fence. She caught me staring in the direction of those opened buttons one day and asked what I was staring at. Naturally, being single, I told her. We've been intimate friends about every week or so ever since. We usually go to the same local motel. She is intelligent, hard working, sexy, keeps fit, and supervises a group at the local telephone company. She's always been a dynamo in bed, but isn't interested in much more than friend and devoted sex partner.
Several other ladies around the neighborhood have caught my eye - - all married. The lady across the street is younger than I am and sexy in her own way. She's only about five foot two and just slightly overweight (which is what I really favor in a woman). However, she's always talking with other ladies in the block and usually about other neighbors. My friendly neighbor, next door, has been reported to the County Health Department and the local SPCA because she has so many animals. She finds lost animals, rescues them from the street and can't seem let them go except to good friends with homes. Anyway, I've digressed so I'll continue, my friendly neighbor believes the lady across the street is the person that has been reporting her, and that she's a no good busy body. The busy is certainly true, because she has her husband outside mowing the lawn, trimming, or painting several times a week.
These people, across the street, have three grown, male children. They've all moved out except for visits home. The Mom must have married when she was sixteen and had the boys by the time she was nineteen, because the boys are a year apart and the youngest just turned nineteen. The lady seems to always wear baggy, knee-length drab looking shorts and a man's type short sleeved shirt. They hide the body quite effectively, and I've let my mind wonder what's beneath them.
Whenever her husband is outside, she is too. However, many times she works or waters the yard when he is gone. This leaves her approachable by other neighborhood ladies. And, they do approach her and gossip for long periods.
To get to the story, these neighbors have a motor home that normally resides elsewhere. I think they must rent space at a local RV storage area. Of course, it's possible that they share it with the kids and let them store it at their homes for vacations and trips. Whenever these neighbors use the motor home, they'll usually bring it home on a Wednesday afternoon. She'll spend the afternoon washing, cleaning and otherwise vacuuming it for a long weekend or a local weekend trip.
I found out accidentally one night that the nights the thing is in the driveway she sleeps and acts as guard in the motor home. She must be afraid someone will steal or vandalize it. She'll wait until her hubby is ready for bed, turn out the houselights, pause for a few minutes and then quietly open the front door. Then, she'll step out on the porch and look both ways before hastening to the motor home. She can grab the rail and swing herself up those steps and into the home at a trot. It appears that she usually wears only babydoll style nightclothes. Once inside, the lights are on dimly for a couple of hours before she turns them off and presumably goes to bed. She gets up about the time the sky starts to lighten and then locks the motor home, runs over to the house front door, unlocks it and enters.
When I said I accidentally found out, I meant it. But that's a long story itself.
Anyway, I used to go for an evening walk about nine o'clock each night. I usually walked down the street on my side, cross over at the end, and return on the opposite side of the street. I'd been doing it for so long that the neighborhood had grown accustomed to it, and seldom noticed me. It must have been a Wednesday, because the motor home had been brought home that evening and parked in their driveway. They must have been planning to leave extra early the following morning,
As I came up the street, I noticed the lamp on inside the trailer, and the houselights were turned off. Then as I walked by in my Nike's I noticed that one of the blinds was not fully drawn and light was spilling out. Their driveway had a high well-trimmed hedge running from the front sidewalk to the backyard. That hedge provided some privacy from their next door neighbors.
I was very curious and instead of crossing the street, I quietly walked to that side window and looked in. The lady was lying on a double bed at the back of the motor home. She had removed her night clothes and was watching a porno movie on the inside television while pleasuring herself. I could hardly believe it. That was really a sight, and then I noticed how beautiful her body was. I'd always known she had a beautiful face. But I hadn't imagined that body.
When I reached my home and locked the door, I went to bed, I was so aroused that I couldn't get to sleep. I concentrated on her and tried to think of a way that I could make love to her.
I liked her husband and didn't want the complication of a disgruntled neighbor or the possibility of their divorcing facing me. You'll notice that I was such an egoist that I felt certain that I could take her from him. I tried to think of another way.
When I woke the next morning, the motor home was gone. But, I'd dreamed of a way that might work. I have a friend that has a friend that gets my friend Roofies (Rohypnol?). This is the date rape drug. Anyway, my friend says he would never use the drug on anyone but his wife. When I'd asked what he meant, he said that his wife had always been uptight about sex. They'd experimented together and they found that a smaller than normal dosage would relax her and heighten their encounters.
I asked him if he could get me some. But, how was I to administer the drug to my neighbor? I certainly didn't want her to wake up and call the police.
Then I remembered another chemical that I'd used for the heel spurs that I acquired when I'd played tennis years earlier. That chemical is Dimethyl Sulfoxide. It would penetrate the skin on contact and could carry another chemical into the bloodstream quickly without breaking the skin. A few mystery story writers have written about it, usually as a writing tool in their plot to carry a lethal poison into a victim's system. I had a very old bottle at home that I'd bought at a cattle feed store years earlier. It seems that it is not approved for human use, but can be applied to animals - - usually horses. If not selling it for human usage, isn't it strange that the maker goes to such great lengths to describe on the label that his product is chemically pure.
Anyway, if I could dissolve one chemical in the other I might have a way of getting it to her. So, I began experimenting. I found that the date drug would dissolve in very little water, and the result would dissolve in the Sulfoxide.
When I had completed it the experiment, I wanted to test it for safety. What better person than myself? I recorded the time and then used a small brush to paint it on the sole of one foot. Almost instantly I sensed that garlic taste in the back of my mouth that is characteristic of the Sulfoxide. Then I blacked out for more than an hour, and didn't remember anything after that except the application.
