NEW NEIGHBORS
by Musings of Pan
After I retired I was getting lonely living in the old house where I had been for over 30 years. The neighborhood, which was once full of people my age was now populated by young couples who had jobs and families to raise and little time for an old codger. Also each year the house and grounds were becoming harder to maintain. And each year the stairs got longer and steeper.
I decided it was time to move but I was not ready to commit myself to a "RETIREMENT COMMUNITY" full of people who could hardly get around and were unable to hear well enough to conduct a meaningful conversation. I was sure that moving into such a place where everything was done for me would cause me to lose what capabilities I have left. Life requires some struggle just to avoid becoming a hobbling nothing.
After investigating as many options as I could find (especially those which offered a free lunch in the visit), I finally found what was called an over 55 community. It was a beautiful neighborhood of townhouse duplexes which had plenty of room. Even better it was full of people of my age who liked to congregate and were active. They were living on their own and handling their own daily problems. Yes, the outdoor maintenance was done by the townhouse association but I have never been a gardener anyway. This looked good and I could buy one of the townhouses for less then my house should sell for.
When a townhouse I liked came up for sale I bought it. Now came the part that scared me. How to get rid of all the stuff which I would not be taking and prepare to house to sell. Fortunately, my cleaning lady had a friend in that business and the fee was well spent. Within a month I was moved into my new location. Of course every time I needed something it was in one of the many boxes stashed in the two car garage. I searched through those boxes so many times I should have memorized their contents.
At least I had the basics operational. I had a bed, a chair, a television, a coffee pot, and something for breakfast. Needing the other things would give me an incentive to unpack. My plan to meet the neighbors would have to wait until I was at least organized enough to maintain a normal life. Current existence was more like camping.
After three days I thought I was making good progress. Some pictures on the walls, the kitchen stocked and organized enough for basic meals (I don't do more than basic cooking), and I had many of the boxes in the garage empty. So far I had not put up any window shades, window treatments as the stores like to call them to justify a higher price.
That morning I got out of bed, naked as usual, and started my morning routine. I always sleep naked. Long ago I got tired of being twisted up in pajamas or underwear and found it is easier to wear nothing. When I get to the bathroom I am all ready for my shower. Depending on what I am doing it is sometimes rather late in the day before I put on clothes, never before breakfast.
I was in the kitchen starting coffee when I glanced out the patio doors and saw the woman next door looking at me through her window. While I was naked, the top half of her which I could see through the window was also naked. She smiled and motioned for me to come over. I considered that I was going to meet the neighbors sometime so it may as well start now. Since she was at least partly naked I decided I may as well come as I was. I quickly slipped out the patio door and over to her door.
I was greeted by a good looking woman about my age who was also fully naked. She was about 5'4" with a body that was not slim but certainly not fat and ample breasts which sagged very little. Her vulva was shaved showing the start of a nice slit in front. The whole package was very appealing. "Hi'" she said, "I am Martha Bowles." I introduced myself while she led me into her kitchen where she had coffee and rolls laid out. I told her that I was glad to find that my being naked did not offend her. She responded that she has been watching me since I moved in and was quite pleased by what she saw.