This is a true story! I have changed the characters names for the usual reasons but belief in the content is entirely up to you. So please, read on and enjoy.
I am just an average kind of guy trying to make my way in the world for my family as well as myself. At 45 I keep myself in good shape and I often have people, usually females, express flattering shock, commenting that I look in my mid thirties. I have to laugh when males say that they are envious of my slight but athletic build and wish they had a flat stomach like me... I put down to metabolism and their over indulgence in the amber fluid. I am also blessed with a wonderful wife, three terrific children, a beautiful home in a leafy suburb of inner Sydney, and lucky enough to be able to work from home. It was because of this last aspect that the following events, detailed here and beyond, came about.
Michelle has been the object of my licentious mind ever since she and her family moved in next door some ten years ago. She is reasonably attractive; her features and figure do make you look twice if not a third time. Maybe it is her mousy-blonde shoulder length hair combined with her well looked after figure; one that measures 34d – 26 – 35 (I know because I measured it myself, but that gets ahead of the story). My wife even has to admit that after three children, Michelle does have a good figure and does not show any signs of her 43 years. I know from personal experience she is a regular swimmer, which accounts for the firmness of her muscles as well as the pertness of her breasts, but I get ahead of myself yet again. She also carry's her 5' 6" frame with an air of quiet determination that, when combined with a body hugging top, leaves a male like myself quite disarmed.
I had noticed over a period of weeks that one of the brake lights on her four wheel drive were out, but every time I plucked up the resolve to go tell her she was either out, or I simply forgot, or both. Anyway, as the days slipped by, I dropped the notion thinking that her husband would have probably fixed it. However, to my surprise one sultry Monday morning, I saw that he had not. I was out the front yard retrieving the garbage bin when she drove off to the bus stop with her son. I watched as she drove off down the street and my heart jumped as I saw only one of the three stoplights activate. My mind ran wild causing a swell in my groin. "Yes!" I thought, "he has not fixed them." I knew from recent observation that she would be home today, so about mid-morning I rang her doorbell. Once again my penis got restless as I stood there in sexually motivated anticipation.
"Oh, hi Michelle," I barely managed, my words nearly catching in my throat, "I hope I have not disturbed you?"
"Oh, hi Ray. No not at all. Come in.," she said with a sweep of her arm to indicate I was to enter.
"I... I do not want to keep you from ..."
"Come in and have a tea." She suggested. Cutting me off in mid sentence, much to my relief.
"Sit down and get yourself comfortable while I get the tea."
She walked off into the kitchen, my eyes riveted to her beautifully rounded behind. The three quarter track pants clinging to her slightly tanned legs and hugging the taut roundness of her bottom. I could just see the outline of her knickers through the navy blue trousers. Her white, sleeveless top fitted the form of her body like a glove too, giving her breasts that upward, buoyant look popular in today's fashion. I drank in every line of her form from head to toe and back again as she busied herself brewing the tea. She swung around smiling and the look in her eye seemed to indicate she knew exactly what I had been doing and thinking. I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. She turned back to the sink and resumed her preparations. I sank back into the comfy beige coloured lounge and closed my eyes trying to suppress the rampant thoughts invading my mind. The room was large and well decorated to make it feel light but cosy too.
She walked over to the small table between the two 2 seater lounge chairs and as she approached I watched, intently and as discreetly as I thought possible, the gentle sway of her curvaceous chest. Again she smiled as she bent to place the bowl and jug on the table, the V-neck of her top gapping just sufficiently enough to give glimpse her lacy pink bra which gently cradled and molded her luscious mounds.
"Do you like two?" she asked offering a spoon full on sugar suspended above my cup.
"Two would be ideal," my mind racing with prospects fuelled by double meaning and wondering if she deliberately used that turn of phrase.
"Milk?"
"Um, oh yes please." I stumbled, brought out quickly from my sexy musings. "A little more, I prefer it a bit more milky."
She sat directly opposite me and sipped her tea. I watch her over the rim of my cup as her pink lips pursed slightly to draw on the warm liquid.
"Now, what can I do for you," she asked.
"Well, I hate to seem nosey, but I noticed that two of your brake lights are out on your car. In fact they have been for some time but I keep forgetting to say something."
"Are they?" she exclaimed calmly. "I'll have to get my husband to have a look at them, thank you very much for telling me." She smiled warmly.
"It is one of my pet hates. You know, like seeing a crooked picture, I just feel the urge to go up and straighten it."
"Not to mention the safety aspect." She chimed in.
