I was sitting at my computer the other afternoon, working from home. I own my own consulting business. I noted activity out the office window and saw a car pull up in the drive next door. The house next door was on the market, since the old neighbors moved out after they both lost jobs in the tech field. I hated that they lost their jobs and even more so, that they moved. Tom was golfing partner and his wife was very easy on the eyes, especially when she tended the flower beds in her ragged blue jean shorts- the one with the holes in the butt. I never ventured to do more than look, mostly out of respect for my golfing partner and my wife of 10 years.
“Looks like we have new neighbors,” ”I told my Jamie, my wife. Jamie and I had married after a brief courtship right out of college. We are a couple made for each other. She is five foot four and I am six foot four. She is Mexican and I am of European blood, but was born in the US. We get a lot of stares, because we’re a mixed race couple and because of the height difference between us. At first, it bothered her, but now, ten years into the deal, she doesn’t give a rat’s ass what other people think.
“I hope they’re nicer than the last bunch,” she replied.
A few days passed. While sitting in the office, which was actually a converted bedroom in the front of our house, I saw a very shapely woman heading out to check her mailbox. She was wearing tight blue jeans, slightly ragged and a white blouse that easily accentuated her very girlish figure. She also wore high heels, which I find incredibly sexy. She disappeared as quickly as I saw her.
A few days afterwards, as I was taking out the trash into the alley behind our house, when I heard a commotion next door.
“Fuck!” I heard a voice exclaim in frustration. . It was a woman’s voice, clearly agitated.
“Are you OK?”
“I don’t know. I think my garage door is stuck. Do you know anything about garage doors?”
“Hold on a sec,” I responded. “I’ll be right over.”
I walked around the backyard fence and up the short drive from the alleyway. The garage door was half open and half closed. On the other side of the door I saw bare feet.
I reached down and tried to open the door, but it was stuck.
“Did you try the opener?” I inquired.
“Yep, and it doesn’t work. I need to get the garbage out and I can’t get the door open.”
I tried as hard as I could to yank the door open, but was not successful
“Come around to the front door and maybe we can get it open from the inside” implored the neighbor.
So I proceeded to the front door of the neighbor’s house and rang the door bell. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and I was greeted by a very beautiful woman, standing about the same height as my wife. Before me stood a very captivating woman. She had long blonde hair that cascaded into curls as it past her shoulders. I stared into the deepest blue I have ever seen.
Randi was dressed the in hip-hugging blue jeans and a low slung blouse the accentuated her 36c breasts. She had a very bright smile and deep blue eyes. She had long blonde hair that cascaded into curls at her shoulders. She introduced herself as “Randi” emphasizing the correct spelling for me.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” said Randi. Randi had on a man-sized button down shirt. I couldn’t tell if she had on shorts or not, but if she did, they were very brief ones. I dutifully followed her towards the garage. As we entered the garage, she accidentally dropped her car keys and as she bent over to retrieve them, I stepped into the dimly lit garage. Lucky me, I almost knocked her to the floor. Fortunately, she was able to put her hands out and catch the front bumper of her car to stop a face forward fall. It was an awkward moment and I apologized profusely.
I pulled on the garage door and it wouldn’t budge. Finally, after a few hard tugs, it moved, and then it broke free and raised all the way up, bathing us both in summer sunlight. I turned around and saw Randi standing there with her hands clasped together.
“I don’t know quite how to thank you!” she extolled, “You just made my day!”
I could have offered several different options of gratitude that were running through my mind, as a way to thank me, but I simply asked her if I could use her kitchen sink to wash my hands. She obliged and we went to the kitchen, were we engaged in some small talk while I took my time washing my hands, as to where she was from and what she did for a living. East Texas, cosmetic sales, recently divorced, no kids. She used the equity in her last house after the divorce to buy the new house.
A few days later, I was shopping in the neighborhood food store, in a big hurry to get whatever I needed before the store closed. I didn’t see her until we bumped grocery carts at the end of aisle 14.
“Did you find what you’re looking for?” she asked.
“Not yet, but I’m still looking.”
I inquired about the garage door and she said it was working fine, and that it was good to know she had a “handyman” living next door. I told her it was always good to know your neighbors, because you can never tell when you might need help with a project. Randi was dressed in a very blue jean short skirt, which showed off her very well-tanned and shapely legs. It was obvious that she either had very good genes or she worked out a lot. Randi had the body of an exotic dancer. She had on a button down white shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned, slightly exposing her well endowed chest.
“Please allow me to recommend this pumpernickel bread.” she Randi as bent over right in front of me- giving me a very obvious showing of everything she had under her short blue jean skirt. She turned and placed the bread in my cart. She and I both knew what she did. I tried to hide my embarrassment, and the small tent forming in my trousers.
“If you see anything else that you think you’d like to try, just let me know.”
“You’re a trip. Can I ask you a personal question without you getting too offended?”
“Do you like to frustrate us middle-aged old farts?”
“Do I frustrate you? In what way?”
I gave her a “you-know-what-you-did” look.
Randi glanced down at my crotch and back up.
“Well, we can’t have you going around being frustrated all the time. I am a licensed massage therapist and can help you work out any frustrations any time you want.”
Now what was I supposed to say to that? I am happily married and have an aggressive neighbor that is coming on to me. Then again- maybe not. I wasn’t for sure about what was transpiring. I let Randi check out first, and I pretended to busy myself organizing things in my cart for checkout. Randi paid for her items and told me she would talk to me later.
I was putting the groceries in the car and didn’t see her walk up. She startled me with her cheerful “Hi Again!”
“Whatssup?” I inquired.
“Funny you should ask that question.”
Randi looked down at my crotch, again.
“Is my zipper open . . again?” I asked ,as I went to check it. I have that habit of forgetting to zip it all the way up from time to time. Mt wife is constantly after me about it.
“No, but it should be.”
I didn’t know what to say. Ok, maybe I did know what to say, but was struck stupid by the awkwardness of the comment. My big head was saying “wait, don’t do it!’ while my little head was throbbing.
I motion to the car. Randi walked around and got in on the passenger side. As she did, she let her blue jean skirt bride high on her thighs. She made no attempt to pull it down. I leaned over and placed one hand behind her head and pulled her over towards me for a short kiss, which then turned into a long passionate deep throated tongue lashing.
She reached over and placed her hand on my crotch.
“Can I?” she asked, rubbing my semi-erect cock through my trousers.
“Sure,” I responded. Randi proceeded to unzip my trousers and pull out my throbbing cock. She lightly kissed the purple head several times and rubbed my elongated shaft up and down between her fingers, carefully examining it like a newfound toy.
“On wow!’ she extolled, “You are so fresh and clean, and you smell good.” Randi leaned over in the seat and took my cock into her mouth. At first she just teased the end of it with her lips, then slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth. All I could see was a flurry of long blonde hair as she bobbed up and down on me. I looked around the parking lot to see who might happen upon us. It didn’t take but just a few minutes and I was coming in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed all of the cum. As she licked the last drops of sperm from my cock, she looked up and said,
“You had a salad to eat today.”
“How did you know that?” I inquired. “I can taste the salad dressing in your cum.” That comment was a first, for me.
Of course, I wanted a little bit more than just a BBBJ. I wanted to taste this fine young lady. Unfortunately, it was late and I had to get back to the house before the ice cream melted.
Randi found an unused Burger King napkin between the seats and cleaned me up. She gave me another DFK and then opened the door to get out. Keeping the door open, she bent down and removed her pink panties and tossed them to me. I couldn’t keep them. Of course, so when I got back to the house, before going in, I penned a note of “thanks” on the back of the grocery store receipt, attached them to the panties and dropped them into Randi’s mail box. Even if Randi didn’t get them, I was sure that George, our mailman would get a kick out of it. (George is forever keeping me up to date on neighborhood happenings).
A few days later George pulled me aside as I was mowing and told me he had to show me something in the mail truck. Yep - you guessed it. He had the pink panties hanging from the review mirror of the postal truck. You have to love government workers!
PART 2- Coming