Tim Matthews dived acrobatically across the face of the goal, watching as the ball soared towards him. He felt the ground hit him hard causing him to gasp, saw his arms flailing. The smell of the freshly mown grass filled his nostrils as he tumbled into the goalmouth.
"Ooooph.." the air left his lungs and he rolled over, watching as the ball hit the crossbar and looped upwards, above the goal. It cleared the garden fence and disappeared into his neighbours garden.
"Sorry Unc!" his nephew, Steve, looked suitably contrite.
"No worries kid, I'll get it later. How about a drink, fancy a squash?"
"Have you got cherries and berries?"
"Of course, only drink there is, well apart from apple."
"Or beer?"
"When you're older perhaps, not sure my sis or mother would approve of me giving a twelve year old alcohol."
"Probably right, they do get hung up on that sort of detail."Steve grinned and held a hand out helping Tim to his feet.
They went inside and found his sister, Tamsin, and mother, Sarah, at the table looking through a thick photo album. They glanced up and grinned at the sight of the two walking in.
"Game over then?" Tamsin smiled broadly as Steve walked to her and gave her a hug. Tim grinned and waved,
"Lost ball, deducted 10 points and relegated to the league below."
"Ohhh Steviee, you must be more careful!"
"MUM! It was an accident, wasn't it?" He looked at Tim desperately seeking approval and support.
"Certainly was, pure fluke, hit the crossbar and went over, half an inch and it would have been goal of the season. Come on, let's get that drink."
He and Steve drifted into the kitchen, leaving his sister and mum to continue there walk down memory lane. Later after they all left he would pop next door and recover his ball. No rush, he wasn't due to practise until tomorrow anyway.
His house was in an established estate on the northern edge of a small commuter town. Fields and deeply wooded copse's were only a ten minute walk. A fast 'A' road lead to two large towns, one in each direction, about six miles either way. A mile walk along a straight road with a wide pavement and a scattering of large houses led to the village and the train station from which frequent semi-fast trains went to London or Bristol.
All in all he was perfectly content with his lot. His job was local, his amateur Sunday football team was local, what more did he need? His team was made up of his mates from school as no one had drifted too far away, most returning immediately after finishing university. At thirty two he still enjoyed his bachelor status surrounded by his friends, some of whom had married, had children, or taken the next step and divorced and remarried.
Later after everyone left he decided to pop round to his neighbours and recover his ball. It was about three pm and the sun was still high and the temperature in the comfortable high twenties. His neighbour was an older woman in her late fifties, very pleasant, although she kept herself to herself. The hedges around her garden were high and even viewed from an upstairs window the garden was pretty secluded. Tim rang the bell and waited. After several minutes he tried again, still no reply. He was about to give up when he heard a cough from the side of the house. Walking past the bay window, via a crazy paving path, he found a side entrance. He called but heard no reply. He pressed on the latch of the gate's handle and it went down and the bar lifted.
Tim swung the door open and peered down the side of the house. There was a concrete path and the side wall rose above him to his right, broken by a pair of windows higher up and a door at the rear end. On the left thick laurel bushes obscured the view of his house. He could see a sunlit lawn beyond the concrete path although the path obviously angled round to the rear. The tall thick bushes continued on towards the rear of the garden. Tim walked down the path and headed for the lawn. Just as the concrete path angled round he felt the glare of the sun on his face. Raising an arm to shield his eyes, he heard a sound to his right, where the path continued to a set of brick steps and a patio laid with brickwork.
"Can I help you?" said a firm but friendly female voice.
Tim turned and gasped as he focused on a woman in her fifties, she had a big broad smile and a big broad brimmed hat, and that was all. Tim stared in awe at her nutbrown body. She had a patina of darker age spots and her body was evenly tanned to a rich brown. She continued to smile as Tim raised his eyes to hers. Then he lowered them again as his eyes feasted on her slim shapely form. Finally he lifted his eyes and met hers, passing the smirk on her lips on the way.
"I'm really sorry, I came to ask for my ball back. Oh! err! I'm Tim, your neighbour, that way." He gestured towards his house, then held his hand out. She walked down the steps and took his hand, warmly shaking it.
"Hi Tim, my next door neighbour, I'm Sally, would you like a drink? I have wine, tea or coffee, or I might just have a beer. Come on, come and sit and tell me all about yourself." She gestured up the steps and Tim followed, watching her tight bottom twitch as she walked. He sat at a comfortable iron chair with a puffy green coloured flowery cushion set on it.
"Made a decision, or still looking?"
She smiled and he grinned, caught,
"A beer if you have, or a glass of wine if not."
"Right, just be a minute."
She disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. Setting them at the table she sat in the chair opposite Tim. Before she sat he saw she had a shaved pussy but her lips were tightly shut. He didn't know where to look first. He tried to prise his eyes away from her chest. Her breasts hung slightly saggily but her nipples were long and firm. Fatter than the one's on his car tyres he thought. The breast tissue was deeply freckled and tanned. He saw the crinkle of skin at the junction of her cleavage. They were shaking slightly, since she was laughing. He looked into her dark brown eyes and grinned, shrugging his shoulders. No sense in denying he had made a very close inspection of her body.
"Cheers," He lifted his glass and watched her right breast taughten as she raised her glass. He grinned and winked. She laughed and he liked how her breasts moved as she did.
"So, Tim my neighbour, what do you do for a living?"
"Me, I work in IT, I'm a systems engineer stroke analyst, I work down at the business park."
"Been there long?"
"Since Uni, about nine years, it's good fun, never a dull moment. Lots of good people, yeah I like it, you?"
"Oh! I'm retired, well almost. I work on-line a couple of days a week, but essentially I'm here all day."
"Hence the tan?"
"Hence the tan."
Tim enjoyed the wine and suddenly the glass was empty, he looked a little startled, Sally laughed out loud, her breasts dancing deliciously. Tim laughed at himself. Sally stood and went inside returning with the bottle, bending towards him she topped up his glass. Pouring the remains into her glass, she raised it and an eyebrow. Tim lifted his glass and drank.
"Are you married Sally?"
"Widow, you?"
"Confirmed bachelor. Not had a lot of luck with ladies I'm afraid, but it's OK with me. I have a big circle of friends so I have all the advantages of company when I need it."
"Hmmm, I can't understand why some woman hasn't snapped you up, you look alright and have nice manners. Or is it that..."
She winked and laughed,
"Err, no, I do like woman, but I'm in no rush to settle down. Well in truth, I'm probably at the "too selfish to share" stage. I have my life and I don't really want to change my routine, that is unless someone can convince me otherwise."
"It'll happen, now are we going to open another bottle, or would you like something a little stronger?"
"I think I'll stick to the wine, this is good stuff, slips down very easily, perhaps too easily, are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Of course I am! As a widow I haven't got my rocks off since before my husband died, so I'm gagging for a young virile stud to fuck my brains out with endless mindblowing orgasms."
Tim grinned, and Sally winked as she rose and turned, waggling her bottom suggestively before dissolving into peals of laughter. She reappeared with a freshly opened bottle and filled their glasses. As the afternoon became early evening Sally went inside and slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They chatted amiably until at six Sally looked at the lengthening shadows.
"Tim do you fancy joining me for supper, unless of course you have other plans?"
"No, I hadn't really thought about it, it's Saturday so I usually just cobble something together, whatever I have available, as a rule."
"OK, well I have some chicken that I was planning on doing with a jacket potato and vegetables from the garden, would that be acceptable?"
"Fantastic, I love chicken and jacket potato. "
"Good, okay, I'll go start it up."
"Wait I'll help, I can do the veg,"
"Thanks, okay come on."
They went from the garden into the kitchen and Sally showed Tim the fridge and found him a knife and chopping board. Shortly they had the chicken in the top oven, the jackets in the lower one and two saucepans with beans, carrots and broccoli ready to boil. Sally made coffee and they lounged against the units talking and laughing. Sally put the vegetables on after checking the potatoes and chicken. They moved to her lounge and Tim helped set the table. Another bottle was opened and shortly before seven they sat down and ate. They had swapped their life stories and talked of family and holidays. After the meal Tim insisted on washing up. However, it was together that they stacked the dishwasher and hand washed the saucepans and wine glasses.
After a coffee, Tim excused himself, as he he a few things to finish up ready for Sunday. They kissed cheeks and Tim left for home, a flushed face and a buzz about him. He finished his tasks and locked up. Drawing the curtains and switching the lights off he went to bed. He awoke at three am, soaked in sweat and an ache in his head. He winced and padded to the bathroom, finding the paracetamol he tossed two down and drank some water by folding his hand into a vague cup shape under the cold tap. Climbing back into bed he fell asleep instantly. At seven his alarm woke him with its insistent beeping.
He rolled out of bed, coughed, scratched and headed for the shower. By eight he felt better, ramming spoonfuls of cornflakes into his mouth again and again. Finishing the bowl, he laid it in the sink and ran water into it. He picked his kitbag up and headed for the door. As he unlocked Sally appeared, in the same t-shirt and shorts from last night, her nipples making two lovely points in the fabric. She held his ball, and he laughed.
"You forgot this, "
She grinned and lobbed it at him, dropping his bag he caught it and grinned,
"Would have looked a plonker turning up without it!"
"Good luck, enjoy the exercise."
"Well why don't you come and watch?"
"What! what will your mates think?"
