Jake had just passed 40. At 6'3", with dark brown hair and eyes, a taut fit body and chiseled features, he had his pick of the litter of housewives and socialites - if he was so inclined. Jake owned a small chain of day spas in Southern California, as well as a few clothing boutiques. He had majored in physical therapy in college after his football career was cut short with a knee injury. When he opened his first day spa, he found that women who were in the mood to splurge on themselves would not only come in for a massage and a manicure, but also spring for a new dress or shoes to go along with it.
Cleverly, his boutiques were next to the day spas, but the common ownership was never divulged.
Over the last ten years, he had amassed a fair amount of wealth, enabling him to drive a new Porsche 911 every year -- his one indulgence. His divorce from his wife of five years was a casualty of his workaholic lifestyle. With his ex having moved up to LA, Jake had a large house with a pool all to himself in a gated community in the exclusive Laguna Niguel area of Orange County.
The initial separation had thrown him into skirt-chasing mode in his mid-30s. But soon he had grown tired of the same fake-blonde, fake-boobed, fake-lipped, liposuctioned 40-something cougars -- for whom Jake was prime catnip. He gradually settled down and focused primarily on managing his business. Cougars and their daughters were his main clientele, so he maintained the flirtations but kept them on the harmless side the last couple years.
Despite the resistance to temptation he had developed, he nevertheless couldn't help noticing the blossoming young woman who lived next door with her parents.
From a distance, the first thing one noticed about Alexandra, or Allie, was her body. She was petite -- about 5'3", tan and toned from her daily yoga regimen. Her breasts, at 32C, were large for her small 100-pound frame. Dark hair with highlights fell to her shoulderblades. Close up, one would notice her large almond-shaped green eyes - the product of her father's Scotch-Irish ancestry and her mother's Japanese heritage.
Allie graduated from high school and turned 18 the same week in June; she would be starting one of the UC schools the following January.
Although spoiled with material effects, Allie was not a brat. She was mature beyond her years, which would explain her low tolerance for the idiot boys that hit on her at school and at parties and at the mall. She yearned for a real man -- a man who had confidence, who had a plan, who knew what he was doing.
The last few months she would lie on her bed, watching through the blinds in her room as Jake would swim in his lap pool or sunbathe. She would slide her hand into her thong and massage her clitoris with two slender fingers, pull on her pink nipples and imagine running her hands over his Adonis-like body, feeling the strength and power in his arms and chest and ass as he fucked her. And she would cum, holding a pillow over her face to mask her cries of ecstasy. Oh to have a man show her what sex was truly all about! As she lay in the afterglow, she would mutter to herself, "I have got to meet him."
Occasionally Jake, too, would think of his neighbor. Sometimes, when he heard her out at the pool next door, he would go inside, up to his room, and disrobe. His cock, swollen but not yet fully erect, criss-crossed with veins and still sheathed in its foreskin (he was born in Europe), would rise as he ran his eyes over Allie's tight body dressed in her customary chocolate-colored string bikini, taking in her taut ass or her ample chest. He would reach for some lube and drizzle it over his shaft, pull the foreskin back, and stroke. He would imagine how tight she would feel on his rather sizeable cock, how light she would be, how he could manipulate her body so easily, how unsullied, perfect and malleable she was. And he would cum -- spraying rope after rope against his hand, imagining it was her eager, beautiful face he was covering. As he regained strength in his knees, he would look upon her and think "I have got to meet her."
He didn't know her name, and she didn't know his. They'd rarely seen each other outside of their surreptitious viewing.
