The Neighbours
It was Easter last year when Sally and Nick moved in next door. They were/are unfeasibly good looking; he's about 40ish, taller than me (6 footish?) neat and stylish hair, fittish without looking like he works out too hard and smart in an office-bod kind of way.
Sally on the other hand was mid twenties and a simply gorgeous, slim and leggy blonde with a large and impressive bust, which she wasn't shy about showing off.
As we chatted over the first week or two they told me they'd moved to be nearer his new office, where he was some kind of senior forensic accountant; which explained how they could afford their 4 bedroom house on our 10 property 'exclusive' cul-de-sac.
Me? I'm Carlo, a 60 year old widower with a grown up son and daughter with 4 grand-kids of varying ages and temperaments. I'm of Italian heritage so naturally dress very well, 5ft 10, middleweight if I'd been a boxer and matching salt n pepper hair and chest hair. Looks wise I've inherited my father's artisan wrinkled face; and as my wife used to say when I called them 'laughter lines' she always replied "Nothing's that bloody funny!"
Before my wife died five years previously I'd owned a building company and rented out a portfolio of 20+ houses dotted around the region. My wife dying crippled me in the year afterwards and I sold the business and gifted the rentals to my son and daughter.
While their house had remained empty I took it upon myself to keep the lawns and borders tidy; and it was quickly obvious neither of them took my pride in the gardens; so I agreed to continue as it was something of a hobby.
Sally didn't have a job at this stage, so we got to know each other quite well, as we'd chat while I worked and I got the feeling that she was quite bored; especially being quite far from her family and friends who lived over an hour or so away.
Just before they went away on holiday in the July it was a red hot day and I was cutting their back lawn in just my shorts and trainers when Sally appeared out of the kitchen with our usual coffees and biscuits ... only wearing a bikini!
Even as a man of my age and experience it was difficult to keep my eyes looking at or above her face .... honestly her boobage was even more spectacular than I'd ever thought; and I'd thought about them a lot late at night recently.
Obviously nothing 'happened' but I certainly got the feeling she was enjoying teasing me; and I was enjoying being teased.
Three weeks later they arrived back from Ibiza, very suntanned and in time for my 60th birthday party in my garden. My assorted friends and family were already having fun when Sally and Nick 'made their appearance.' H was wearing tailored shorts and a linen shirt that emphasised his tan and toned body, much to my daughter's delight; and Sally's dress brought a lot of surreptitious attention from all the males, including my grinning 14 year old grandson.
Not long afterwards a friend in the building trade needed an office manager and I suggested Sally; who aced the interview and started a new job, just as her husband got a promotion that meant quite a bit of travel around the country and Europe.
Although I was happy she'd got the job and had openly pondered "I really don't know how to thank you .... let me think of something special." then winked; I was a bit sad as I was losing my 'coffee buddy.'
Hey ho; life went on. We'd still say 'hello' in passing and occasionally at the Peacock Pub alongside Nick on a Friday night; although it always seemed a bit 'beneath him' and he'd probably have preferred being at the golf club; but Sally always seemed at home among my friends and a couple of women from builders merchant that she was working at who were regulars.
I guess it was a Thursday night in early September when I was washing my Fiat 124 Spider on the drive as she arrived home from work when the 'switch was flicked'.
"Hello stranger," I smiled and stopped washing. "Still having fun?"
Sally grimaced as she struggled to get some shopping bags out of the back of her VW Golf, which gave me a lovely view of her delightful arse in her tight skirt.
Eventually locking the car she turned to face me and sighed, "Work? Yes ... I really can't thank you enough for 'putting a word in' for me." She then took a deep breath, "Otherwise .... life's a bit shit really."
"Oh." I replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Sorry." Sally sighed again, "Nick was meant to be back home tonight, but ..... he 'has to be away' again, all weekend ... probably until Wednesday."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I lied.
She looked a bit glum and shrugged her shoulders; "And .... he was supposed to be driving me into town tomorrow night for my friends hen party."
'Town' was about a thirty minute drive away and I knew her friends and family all lived a similar difference on the other side; and because of the position of our village in the middle of nowhere was financially prohibitive for a return taxi ride.
She went into her house and I finished washing my car.
Later I had a brainwave and knocked on her kitchen door when I saw the light on.
"Hi." Sally smiled when she opened the door, wearing a short silk kimono that was only loosely tied and showed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, revealing enough boob to give me a twitch in my pants, "can I help?"
"Well hopefully I can help you. Tomorrow night? How about I drive you there and pick you up at midnight?" I offered.
"Really?" Sally looked and sounded shocked.
"Yes, I've got no other plans .... and I have a friend who lives in the centre that I haven't seen for a while .... any way, what do you think?"
"My God!" She gasped and suddenly smiled like her head would explode, "are you sure?"
"No problem my dear." I feigned a bow. "What time do you need to be there?"
"About 7?"
"Okay ..... so how about 6.15?"
"Oh my God Carlo ..... I've said it so many times, how can I ever thank you?"
I smiled and dismissed her with a wave of my hand, then turned back to cross the passage between our houses.
At the allotted time on Friday I knocked on Sally's front door then stepped over the adjoining wall between or drives and held the Fiat's passenger door for her.
"Bloody Hell!" I gasped when I saw the way my young neighbour was dressed.
"You like?" Sally grinned and did a twirl, giving me a 360 degree view of her very short, and skin tight black rubbery dress with a very low cleavage, that may have allowed her tits to bounce out if she'd had to run .... but her improbably high heals would preclude that anyway.
"You don't look too shabby yourself." My young neighbour grinned, spotting that I was dressed in my my Belstaff Harrington jacket, white Fred Perry tab collar shirt, Levi chinos and new Paul Smith suede Chelsea boots.
As she slid into the passenger seat her dress immediately rode up her thighs exposing her pink panties.
"Oops!" She giggled and adjusted the dress as best she could.
"Does Nick know you're gallivanting in a dress like that?" I grinned.
"I don't give a shit what he thinks about anything at the moment." She harrumphed, " Anyway" she pondered, looking me up and down, "This 'friend' you're meeting? A lady friend I presume."
I merely grinned.
"Do you know what?" Sally smiled, "I've never actually been in a sports car before."
"Really I grinned as we left the village, so dropped a gear as we were on a winding country road and made the engine roar.
"Bloody Hell!" She giggled holding onto the dashboard with one hand and the hem of her dress with the other.
She laughed and giggled all the way into town and had eventually given up protecting her modesty by gripping her dress, letting me have plenty more glimpses of her panties.
I easily found the bar they were meeting in and two women were waiting for her as I pulled up. For a laugh I ran around the car to let Sally out, conveniently forgetting that there was every chance I'd get a good look up her dress again as she clambered out; and I wasn't disappointed as she deliberately spread her legs wide, letting me see what looked a nice crease in the centre and a freshly shaved pussy down one side of her tightly stretched panties, which elicited a saucy wink from my sexy neighbour.
I then drove to my friends house with a bit of a stiffy in my pants as I parked outside my friend Julia's flat.
We'd first met two years previously via an online website for people our age who were 'looking for uncomplicated relationships.'
Just like that first night we went for dinner and returned to her home about 9 where we went straight to the bedroom, passionately undressed each other (she was wearing very sexy lingerie including stockings as usual) then rolled about the bed kissing and fondling each other, before sliding into a 69 where we both showed our expertise in oral sex. I've always loved going down on a woman; especially my wife; and Julia in turn loved sucking cock; something her ex-husband hadn't been keen on.
Her skills were so good and with the aid of a Viagra my cock soon got very hard, much to her delight.
As usual Julia got on top and straddled me, allowing me to stroke her stockings and watch her boobs bounce until she 'came' then rolled off; allowing me to fuck her 'missionary style' for 5 or 6 minutes, until I too 'came' splashing my cum onto her luxurious pubes.
We lay together for ten minutes, then Julia put on her dressing gown and went to make a pot of tea while I cleaned up.
I left her flat at about 11, and drove around admiring the young people queuing for clubs and taxis; especially the sexy young women who generally were wearing very little; which got me to thinking about Sally and what mischief she might be getting up to; which made my cock twitch again.
I eventually parked up close to the bar she'd told me that they would end up in, with a view of the entrance but didn't want to look like I was rushing her.
Just after midnight as I was dozing off my phone rang. It was Sally, who was drunkenly shouting to be heard, but I got the gist that she was waiting for me.
Three minutes later I pulled up behind a taxi and had to get out of the car to attract her attention. She waved; hugged three other women, then waddled down some steps towards me.
As before I held the door open, but got surprised when she hugged me tightly, rubbing her tits against me then gave me a lingering and slobbery kiss on the cheek, while slurring her 'thanks' again, then with no decorum whatsoever flopped into the passenger seat and barely noticed that her short dress was back up to her waist, fully exposing her tiny pink thong and no pubic hair anywhere noticeable.
"I'm pleased to see you've still got them on!" I teased her.
"Shit!" Sally giggled, as she fumbled with the seat belt and hem of her dress at the same time. "Fuck it!" she eventually gasped as she gave up on her dress and concentrated on clicking the catch into place.
As I pulled away from the kerb she laughed, "It got close at one stage."
"What was" I asked.
