Carla married Sam Brown two years after graduating from high school. Sam had a good job at the local chemical plant and was in love with the young blonde ex-cheerleader. Sam was always a little shy and had only dated two girls. He was twenty-three when he lost his virginity and thirty-seven when he married Carla. Carla was never faithful to Sam but love is blind and he never suspected her of infidelity. Carla liked Sam but loved his money and what he could do for her.
The snow was falling that February night. Sam was working the night shift and Carla now forty-two was riding in the passenger seat of Keith Simmons' Dodge Ram truck. They had met the weekend before at the local bar and had been texting each other all week. Keith was driving and Carla was leaning across the seat with her head in Keith's lap sucking his cock. She was an expert cocksucker and Keith knew he wouldn't last long. His groans grew louder as his balls prepared to empty. Carla sensed this and engulfed his entire shaft. Keith closed his eyes and threw his head back as he filled Carla's throat with his seed. Suddenly the truck slid on a patch of ice, Keith opened his eyes just in time to see the headlights of the semi-truck.
Sam buried his wife a few days later. His grief tempered by anger and humiliation. It seemed as if the whole town was whispering behind his back about his cheating wife and how the EMT's found her lifeless body and Keith's severed cock still clinched in her teeth. Sam hoped Keith Simmons felt pain before his last breath escaped dying body.
It had been eighteen months since the accident and the chemical plant was offering an early retirement to any employee sixty years old and over. He lived modestly and had managed his money well. He had recently signed a lease with a gas drilling company to drill on some fifty acres of land he had inherited from his parents. Carla had insisted they take out a generous life insurance plans on each other but had never assumed she would be the first to die. Money was not something Sam Brown would have to worry about again.
Sam took the retirement package, sold his house and moved to another town where people knew nothing about his cheating whore wife. He wanted a new start, in a new place where he could spend his remaining years in peace. Sam just wanted to find happiness and he was smart enough to know that money cannot buy happiness. Sam could afford a much larger house and a nicer neighborhood but he decided to buy a small house with a large fenced in back yard. There were trees along the perimeter of the yard which afforded his some privacy. He also bought himself a German shepherd he named Judge to keep him company. Sam lived there quietly until the big storm passed through the following spring. The wind had blown down one of the trees on the edge of his yard and Sam was outside the next day cleaning up the mess. Now that the tree was down he could see the low income apartments next door.
The apartment complex consisted of several buildings each containing eight apartments. Each building was two stories with four apartments on each level. Two doors side by side and two more located across the wooden deck porch also side by side. Patti Mason sat on the porch outside her door smoking a cigarette watching the man in the house next door sawing limbs and cleaning up his yard. He looked to be in his late fifties, about 5'10, salt and pepper hair but still in good shape and most important all alone. Patti was thirty eight, addicted to pills and was going to need a fix soon. She arose and walked over to the fence.
Sam looked up to see a slim, somewhat attractive woman walking his way. He shut off the chainsaw and waited to see what she was going to do. Patti was about 5'7" 130lbs; brown hair, small B-cup breasts, and a face that immediately told you she had live a hard life.
"Did you lose that tree in the storm last night?" She asked breaking the ice.
"Yeah, I am glad it was the only one. I am going to clean this up and try to plant another here in its place."
"I'm Patti" she said as she extended her hand. "I live in that apartment up there" pointing to the second floor.
"I'm Sam, I moved in here last year. That is Judge." He said pointing over to the German shepherd.
"Does he bite?" she asked concerned.
"He will only attack if I give him the command. I have been training him and he can be the best friend you could ever want or he can be a real son of a bitch...no pun intended." Sam laughed.
"Is your wife inside?" Patti asked
"My wife died a couple years ago. I live here all alone except for the dog." Sam replied
"I've never been married but I did shack up with a guy for a few years but he is gone now." Patti said.
An uncomfortable pause in the conversation followed.
"Well, I was wondering if you needed any work done. I can clean house, wash cars, do yard work, or do whatever you need for few bucks." She said with a smile and emphasizing the word "whatever".
"I appreciate the offer but I don't really have anything for you right now." He answered.
"If you change you mind I live right up there." She said pointing again and smiling.
Sam guessed that Patti was a real looker when she was younger. He stole a couple glances at her as she was walking away. She still had a great ass. He was glad she had walked over to talk to him. He was shy and had not met many people since moving here.
Patti left and Sam finished sawing up the tree, stacking the wood, and cleaning up the yard. As he was eating his lung he glanced out his window and saw Patti get up from her chair on the porch and walk inside her apartment. He didn't know if he trusted Patti. He never had any problems with the residents of the apartment complex but he had heard comments at the grocery store and around town about the drug problem that existed there. He guessed from the look of Patti that she was probably a user and looking for some money. She said she would clean the house for him, but she also said she would do "whatever he needed" with a curious smile on her face. He wondered what she meant by that.
That evening Sam sat down and watched TV as he did every night since retiring. He didn't have any friends yet in town, and hadn't been with a woman since his cheating wife. A scene in the TV show he was watching had a woman trying to seduce a man and in doing so she said "I will do anything." Sam immediately thought of Patti. What would she really be willing to do?
Sam went to bed, and after a quick date with his right hand and some lotion, he went to bed.
The next morning Sam awakened and immediately thought about Patti. Should he ask her what she would be willing to do? What would happen if he asked her to suck his cock? Would she do it or report him to the cops? He thought to himself, who would the cops believe? Would they believe him, an upstanding citizen or her, a probable drug user?
Would he really have the courage to ask her? As he drank his coffee and stared out the window he decided he needed to find out. After all that he had been through didn't he deserve to catch a break?
Sam walked outside across the yard to the tree stump. He looked up and saw Patti watching him.
"Should I do it?" he asked himself trying to work up the courage.
The next thing he knew he waved at Patti and motioned for her to come over.
Patti saw Sam motion to her. Did he have a job for her or did the old guy just want to talk. She hoped he had a job for her. She needed money soon so she could get her fix. When she was a young eighteen year old she never had to pay for her drugs, she could just give a blowjob or let her dealer fuck her. Things were different now, she was older and her dealer wanted money more than he wanted sex.
Patti walked to the fence "Hi Sam, what's up?"
Sam could feel his heart pounding; he hoped he didn't look nervous. "I was wondering if you were still looking to make some money."
"Yes, I will do 'anything' you need." She eagerly replied.
There! She said it again. Does she really mean it? There is only one way to find out? Sam swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Just go for it!" he told himself.
Sam nervously asked in a hushed tone "W w would you be w w willing t give me a blowjob?"
