Drew stood staring out the window in the back of his house, looking at Beverly as she squatted in his next-door neighbor's yard weeding a flower bed. Beverly was a good neighbor helping out the elderly people on the street. Drew was now one of those elderly people and Beverly often cut his grass and a large field next to his house. Due to his muscle weakness, his wife, Judy, usually cut the grass, but she worked a full-time job and had very young grandchildren across the street, next to Beverly's house, that needed her attention and adornment. She appreciated Beverly help.
Over the last 20 or so years Drew had spent a good amount of accumulated time studying Beverly; doing her own yard work, neighbors' yard work, washing her car and other things that brought her out of her house. Of late, Beverly had been spending a lot of time at her parent's house taking care of her mother, so, Drew was delighted to see and study Beverly from afar.
Today, Beverly wore formfitting white, jean shorts that were rather short and fit tight around her thighs. Her posterior, over the years, had become a bit broader and beefier but still was well worth the effort to check out. She had been a pretty girl 20 years ago but Drew did not feel that it was the years that gave her the now hard, and unfriendly facial appearance.
Beverly was a redneck from North Carolina. She worked as a bartender and if you happened to cross her, like parking in front of her driveway, she was likely to bolt out of the house cussing a blue streak. Her numerous boyfriends that did not seem to stick around long, rode motorcycles or drove cars with NASCAR stickers or flags. Beverly herself drove a truck jacked up about 4 feet off the ground with huge tires.
Drew would admit that Beverly had excellent breasts, though they too had become heavier with age, but his mind was more focused on her ass or thereabouts. As always, he pondered what her pussy must look like, did she have a lavish bush and was she any good in bed. As usual, his cock had risen substantially and in the past he might have even pulled it out and stroked it a bit. But, today Judy was in close proximity.
"I see Beverly is home." Drew said, probing his wife for any information she might know.
"Yes. I spoke to her just a few minutes ago." Judy replied. "She'll be here most of the week. Her mother is doing much better."
The weekend pasted and Drew was determined to weed-wack around the driveway. He'd been retired on disability for nearly 30 years with muscle weakness in his arms and legs, but he pushed himself to keep going. He figured he was good for the 20 or 30 minutes it would take to get the job done.
Straight from the bed, wearing gray cotton shorts and a long-sleeved sweatshirt, with sleepy, uncombed hair, Drew walked out the front door and carefully negotiated the ramp. Judy had already retrieved the weed-wacker and electrical cord.
"HEY, DREW!" Drew heard Beverly shout.
"I HEAR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU! He shouted back.
"I'M ON THE PORCH! HOW ARE YOU DOING?" She inquired.
"OH! THE SUN'S A BIT BRIGHT COMING OUT OF THE DARK HOUSE." Drew replied. "I'M GOOD. A BIT SLOWER."
Drew continued on, plugged in the weed-wacker, and then turned to walk to the beginning of the driveway. He\ immediately saw Beverly walking across the street wearing black jean shorts, much like the white one she wore two days earlier.
"Why don't you let me help you with that? " Beverly asked. "Your wife said you wanted to do the driveway?"
"Yeah! Should take about 30 minutes." Drew replied, giving up the machine.
"30 minutes for you, maybe." Beverly said. "Why don't you go up there and sit on the porch."
"I'm fine right here!" Drew assured her, moving over to the chain-link fence to give him support.
Beverly started weed-wacking the edges of the driveway. She felt that Drew was watching more than just the work she was doing.
"So, you are just going to stand there and watch me?" She queried.
"The view from here is much better than the view that I usually have." Drew replied. "Much closer!"
"How about I tell your wife you're watching my ass? Beverly threatened, without a smile.
"That would not be very neighborly." Drew replied, smiling. "How old are you anyway? You might be too old for me!"
"You are a dumb ass!" She said. "And a dirty old man to boot!"
Drew had never been so bold and thought that Beverly had took his brazenness well. He withdrew up the ramp and sat down on the built-in seat near the front door.
Beverly continued her work and finished in about 15 minutes. She attached the blower to the electrical cord and finished up the driveway. She then walked up the ramp to join Drew, sitting down next to him.
"You have any tea, old man?" Beverly inquired.
"Sure, come on in." Drew answered.
Drew opened the door for Beverly and followed her through the living room to the kitchen, studying her ass the whole time. He wondered was she deliberately swaying a bit more than usual.
"I'm 46." She answered his previous question. "I might be too old for you, but you're definitely too old for me. How old are you by the way?"
"Just turned 64." Drew answered, passing her in the kitchen to retrieve the tea from the refrigerator. He put some ice in two classes and poured the tea, handing her one glass.
Beverly leaned against the kitchen counter and took a drink of the tea, eyeing Drew.
"So, how long have you been spying on me out of your windows?" Beverly queried, a slight smile finally showing.
"Forever, I suppose." Drew replied. "You should smile more often. You're much pretty when you smile. I could make you smile."
"Drew, I don't believe you can keep it up long enough to make me or any other woman smile!" She replied, the smile gone. "I should tell your wife on you."
"Bev, I have a lot of problems but keeping it up is not one of them, I assure you." Drew said.
Beverly continued leaning against the counter, taking small sips of the tea and studying Drew.
"Your daughter lives across the street and Helen next door is always home." Beverly theorized. "We would have to travel a hundred mile from here to find a motel. I can't believe I'm actually considering giving you a little pity pussy!"
"I wouldn't think you would know, but my daughter takes the two kids to Jack's rehabilitation classes and Helen goes for chemo at the same time. They're gone for about two hours at the same time."
"And when would this be?" Beverly inquired.
"Wednesday. They leave about 12:30." Drew replied. "You come over here freshly showered and I might except your........what did you call it.......pity pussy."
"You'll accept!" Beverly said, sitting down her glass and walked out.