As Tony drives towards his home in the hills, he muses not for the first time on his life. Semi retired at 50, consulting in the city two days a week. Nice house in Forest Green, the sleepy countrified little hills area which was so different from where they had lived in the city until last year. Nice car, the black Saab he'd always wanted. He is still in OK shape, still has his hair and all his teeth, can still be called tall dark and handsome! Attractive partner, ostensibly his wife, though they aren't married, had been together 10 years so might as well have been. Jill is lovely by most accounts, 55 but looks quite young still. Tall, blonde and with that kind of Nordic ice cold beauty that seems almost untouchable. Sure, the sex could have been better, less perfunctory. It used to be when they first met. But it's not unusual for that to fade is it? He could handle the once fortnightly friendly sex they experienced together. Shouldn't expect too much.
He turns off the highway, still thinking about how much he has to be grateful for. As he approaches his house, he sees Jill out the front engaged in conversation with a dark haired woman. Jill looks up and waves, and the woman raises her face to him. Tony parks the car and walks up to them.
"Tony this is Anna Maria.She and her husband Brad have taken on the lease on next door's place." Jill says, gesturing to the woman.
Anna Maria. She doesn't smile but simply extends her hand to his. Her arms jangle with many Indian bracelets. He takes her hand. Her skin is warm and slightly moist. She has a tangle of long dark wild hair which falls to her elbows. Her ears are adorned with long earrings, one of which is caught in the curls around her face, which is devoid of makeup, her eyes are black, her skin olive. She's a good head shorter than Jill and has a generous figure, though she is dressed simply in a pair of baggy shorts and tshirt.
Tony is transfixed by her eyes which stare back at him intently, but manages to say "Hi Anna Maria. I'm Tony." but he can't seem to let go of that hand, neither is she letting go.
"Tony.I think Anna Maria has things to do. Settling in you know.Anna Maria maybe you and Brad could come for a drink later?"
At this someone who must be Brad comes up the driveway from their house,approaches the group and introduces himself. He's tall and has the complexion of someone who indulges in alcohol a little too often, but he's amiable and smiles unlike Anna Maria, and shakes hands with Tony and Jill.
"We won't have time later. But thanks for the offer. Maybe tomorrow? By the way just call me Anna," she says, for the first time she speaks, and Tony detects a trace of some kind of accent. Italian or Spanish perhaps? He knows he's ogling her and sees Jill roll her eyes at him, knows he is going to cop it later, but he can't help himself. Anna and Brad walk back into their house as do Tony and Jill. Tony looks back in time to see Brad grab Anna's arse hard, and to see her hand push his away.
Tony's evening is the same as usual, drinks, then dinner which at this time of year they eat outside on the deck. Tony's craning his neck for a glimpse next door but the house is in darkness. He doesn't even know why he feels some interest in Anna Maria, she isn't even his type, but he can't get her eyes out of his head.
He and Jill go to bed later but he can't sleep, he's tossing and turning while Jill slumbers on. He gets up for a drink of water. His kitchen window faces Anna's house. Standing in the darkness at the sink he sees a light go on next door, the bathroom window pushed open.
It's Anna Maria, fully naked. Just standing at the window and staring out. Her body is paler than he imagined, he can see to just thigh level. Again he is transfixed. He knows he should look away but he can't. Her breasts are full and somewhat pendulous, her nipples a dark circle against them. Her body is round and devoid of any kind of angles, her hips and belly curvaceous, her pubic hair dark and curling in a small V towards the fullness of her thighs. Holy shit thinks Tony, what the fuck is she doing? She can't possibly see me, surely, he thinks, but she's looking right up at him, at his window. What is she doing there?
She reaches one hand down between her legs, rubs herself there, never moving her gaze from where he's standing. He himself is rooted to the spot and feels his cock stiffen, knowing he could be caught any moment but unable to move. Her body is still but she is moving her hand around her pussy now, leaning back against the sink and rubbing more insistently now, as her other hand caresses her breasts, unable to contain the fullness of them in her hand. She raises the hand that's been buried in her pussy to her mouth and sucks it,eyes closed at first, then looking..god! She has to be looking...right at him! He sees her body shake as she begins to stroke herself again. She is coming! His cock is so hard and he's feeling the first drops of precum ooze from the head. He is watching a woman cum, he can't believe it but he knows she is aware of him. Abruptly she reaches up and shuts the window. Turns out the light.
Tony still can't move, he can't believe what he's just seen. Is he sleepwalking? His cock hasn't been this hard in years. He hardly ever masturbates anymore but he can't stop himself, stands in the kitchen in disbelief, cock in hand, still thinking about what he's just seen, imagining those slick fingers in his mouth and his head at her breasts.
Jill heads off to work the next day, thankfully, because Tony doesn't know how he would face her after the events of last night. Today it feels like a dream. Was it?
There's a knock at the door, it's Brad.
"Mate I wouldn't normally ask, but I need a hand getting this washing machine down the stairs, could ya?"
"Sure, that's ok, just give me some time to get dressed and I'll be over," says Tony.
"Cool, Anna can make you some breakfast."
Half an hour and one coffee later Tony is next door with Brad struggling with the washing machine, down the fifteen steps to Brad and Anna Maria's house. Anna is at the bottom of the steps watching them. It's hard for Tony to concentrate when he realises she's there, barefooted and wearing a white kimono type robe and holding a coffee.
Finally they get the machine into the laundry, all the time watched by Anna who has made no movements towards making anything like breakfast but has stood sipping her coffee and watching them. Brad's struggling with positioning the machine when his mobile rings. He walks out into the entry and Tony follows him.
"Two secs Tony, just gotta take this call, upstairs, there's no reception down here." Brad says.