Victoria looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was still flushed from her run, and glistened with sweat. She gathered her length brunette hair and piled it on top of her head so she could see her full figure unimpeded. Victoria knew she had always been attractive, but now at 42 she was truly in her prime. She was a small woman at just over five feet tall, and had always had a trim waist. But What had been A cup breasts in high school and college had swelled after giving birth into full firm C cups, each with perfect pink nipples that got hard at a moments notice. And while those certainly got their fair share of notice it was her ass and legs she found to be truly magnificent. Years of running had paid off for her and now in the mirror she cocked her hips to each side or turned and looked over her shoulder at her pert bubble butt.
Looking over her shoulder like this she had caught men staring for years, and boys as her daughter had grown up. She ran her fingers over her breasts and down her toned stomach to her pubes which she kept trimmed into a small triangle above her pussy. She kept it trimmed mostly for her, her husband Francis had never much cared how she groomed, and now with their daughter gone it seemed he found more and more reasons to travel for work. Not that she would complain. They loved each other certainly, but had become complacent and comfortable after 20 years. She certainly couldn't complain
"God damn." she said to herself and let her fall lazily around her head. "You are doing alright honey." With that she gathered her workout gear that she'd peeled off, tossed them into a basket, and made her way to the laundry room. After loading the washer she reached to turn it on and... nothing. She pressed start again. And again. Then began to look at the settings on the machine to see if anything was different before realizing that in this regard she was helpless.
The thought of calling an electrician or repairman drained the life out of her. Or worse researching and shopping around for a new washer. The mundanity of her life suddenly overwhelmed Victoria. She supposed she could call Francis and have him deal with the problem, it's unlikely he would complain, but also unlikely it would be taken care of quickly. Then a thought struck her. A new neighbor had moved in about six months ago, and though Victoria had never met him in she'd seen him working on his car or carpentry in his garage with the door open. Perhaps he could diagnose the problem and, she thought to herself, it really was bad of her not to have introduced herself after all this time.
So Victoria threw on some yoga pants and a tight grey tank top before walking out her door and across the street to his house. On the way she thought of what little she knew of the man. Francis had met him and said that he seemed polite, if a little standoffish. That his name was Jack and he was older than them, but she didn't know much else. He seemed not to leave his home all that often as his car was almost always in the driveway, except for weekly trips to the grocery store. And occasionally a new car would appear for a night or several days, but they never seemed to stick around for long, and Victoria had never seen the owners of them but she prided herself on not being one of the neighborhood gossips.
She strode to the door and rang the doorbell. There was no answer so after about fifteen seconds she rang again, and was about to give up and walk home when the door opened.
The man in front of her was a giant. He was over a foot taller than her and the first thing she noticed was his well muscled chest. He had coarse salt and pepper hair covering his stomach and was dripping slightly. Then her eyes caught what had to be the largest penis she had ever seen. Jack wore tight khaki swim trunks which ended mid thigh and outlined an enormous cock. She thought it must be eight seven inches and nearly thick as her wrist and it clearly wasn't hard yet. Her nipples stiffened against her top and she had to pry her eyes off of it and look up to his face. Jack had rugged good looks and appeared to her to be in his mid 50's. He had a close cropped beard which emphasized his square jaw and close cropped hair. Both had the same salt and pepper appearance as the hair on his torso. He had a towel draped over his shoulders and was staring at the woman in front of him.
"Ummm, hello." He said after a moment, and then Victoria regained her composure and remembered why she had come over in the first place.
"Oh. Ummm hello. I'm your neighbor Victoria, and uh, well I've noticed that you seem to be pretty good with your tool. Tools I mean." she looked down, her cheeks burning now, and felt like a schoolgirl hauled in front of the principal for the first time in years. "And umm, there's something wrong with my washing machine and I just don't feel like calling someone to come out if there's nothing really wrong with it." She looked back up into his dark eyes, "Oh and, god I'm the worst, I should've come over to introduce myself ages ago, and now you probably think I'm selfish only coming over when I need something and you're clearly busy..." she gestured to the towel.
"Woah slow down there Victoria." He said and raised his hands. She found the deep baritone of his voice to be incredibly calming as it washed over her. "You're hardly the only one who could be accused of rudeness, I've seen you out running or gardening and never said hello either. Truth is I can be something of a homebody when I let myself." He gave her an easy smile that made Victoria relax a bit. "And I was just getting out of the pool anyway, so give me a couple minutes to get presentable and I'll be right over."
"Oh really, there's no rush. Whenever you're ready, and thank you." Victoria turned and walked away. Subconsciously she swung her hips a little extra hoping that Jack would enjoy the view, and when she turned around he was still there at the door watching her go. She couldn't help but notice the heat growing in between her thighs as she let herself into her home. She quickly ran to the bathroom and saw that her face was flushed and her nipples were clearly visible through her tank top.
'Fuck' she thought to herself 'He's probably thinking that he found the neighborhood slut,' and the not entirely unpleasant image of herself on her knees in front of Jack came into her head. The Victoria in her mind fished the enormous cock out of his shorts and began to kiss along the sides. She felt his large hand grasp her hair and aim the monster cockhead at her mouth. The real Victoria's hand ventured into her yoga pants and felt her pussy. She was burning up and wetter than she'd been in years practically dripping. Lost in her fantasy she inserted a finger into her moist cunt and brought her other hand to her breast and gave it a firm squeeze. She was gasping and nearly ready to cum when a loud knock shocked her out of her reverie.
She looked in the mirror and saw a mess. She was practically sweating now and both nipples were harder than before and strained against her lycra top. She realized that the room reeked of sex. "Fuck." she said under her breath, then loudly. "Come on in, I'll just be a second." She splashed water on her face and quickly dried off with a towel. There was nothing to cover herself with here so she would just have to face him as is.
"Hi, sorry about that. I was just in the restroom." she said as she came out into the foyer. Jack was standing there wearing some paint splattered blue jeans with a toolbelt at his waist and a white tshirt that was tight on his large frame. She saw that he was looking at a picture of her from her wedding day. "Oh, don't look at that you'll embarrass me. Hard to believe I was ever that young," she said coming up next to him.
"I think you look better now if I'm being honest." He said flatly shifting his eyes to her. Instantly her face flushed and she felt the same schoolgirl feeling she'd felt earlier under his penetrating stare.
"Ummm, the washer is this way." she said and quickly turned hoping he wouldn't notice her blush. Victoria led him down the hall into the small room where they kept the washer and dryer that was also used for storing whatever things they had. Mostly extraneous boxes for her husband's business that didn't have a home anywhere else. Jack began looking at the washer he opened the top a few times pulled it out to look at the back.
After a minute Victoria began to feel awkward and shifted her weight from foot to foot "Can I get you something to drink. Water maybe?" He didn't respond, but closed the top and turned towards her. Then unexpectedly she felt his large hands on her waist and he lifted her up and sat her on the washer on top of the door. She gave a squeak of surprise as she felt the cold metal through the cloth of her pants, and felt him between her legs. He reached past her and pushed a button and she felt the washer come to life underneath her, the small vibrations of water filling the machine were enough to make her gasp. "You... you fixed it."
