Chapter 1

When this all began, the phone didn't ring much any more. It did a lot right after Mary died, I was invited over to friends all the time but, after three years, the calls had dwindled to pretty much a stop. We had a lot of friends who were very supportive while my wife of twenty-six years fought cancer, but, after all, they had their own lives to lead so I understood how it happens.

That's what made it so nice when my next door neighbor, Brenda, called me one Saturday several years ago and asked if she could use my hot tub that evening and she offered to bring dinner. Sounded like a winner for me, I'm not the best cook in the world and only have a handful of recipes that I feel competent enough to use. So, any offer of a meal is met with happy acceptance.

About six-twenty, Brenda came over with a hamper basket and put several dishes into my oven set on low. She was wearing a robe and took it off to reveal a rather nice red bikini.

Now, Brenda had been divorced for about a year. She was younger than I am by five or six years, I was forty-eight, she was probably about forty-two or so. Certainly attractive, she had not let herself go at all but also there'd never been any particular sign of interest on her part, if you understand my meaning. So, I'd just left things alone. She didn't live alone, her daughter, Laura, twenty, was attending a college about a three-hour drive from here and majoring in finance, I believe, and is home fairly often and during summer and holiday breaks.

She got things situated in the kitchen and I walked her out to the covered patio.

"I've got it all ready for you, Brenda. Enjoy the water and, when you're hungry, I've got some wine we can have with that wonderful-smelling dinner you brought."

"Oh, Vern, why don't you go ahead and open the wine and join me in the hot tub. It would be nice to have some company and a nice glass of wine."

Sounded fine to me so I went and changed into trunks and opened the wine and brought it and two glasses out to the patio. I got in and poured us each a glass and offered a toast, "To nice neighbors. Cheers."

"Thank you, Vern, you're a nice neighbor as well. And, your hot tub is very nice, very relaxing. I'll bet you use it a lot."

"Actually, yes, quite a bit. Almost every evening, it's so relaxing."

"Yes, and the wine is as well," she said raising it up toward me.

"You seem so far away, Vern, move yourself over by me, I don't bite, you know."

I edged around the tub until we were next to each other and I lay my free hand around the rim of the tub right behind her shoulders.

"I'll bet you don't usually wear those trunks in the hot tub, do you?"

"Well, no, not when I'm by myself."

"I think the water always feels nicer directly on my skin, don't you, Vern? Why don't we lose these suits?" and she pulled off the bottom and turned her back to me and asked, "Would you?"

I pulled the bow loose and she dropped both top and bottom on the deck and lay back in the water, her brown nipples just rising above the surface of the water.

"Mmm, so much nicer, yes," and she closed her eyes.

My turn, I guess, this evening was getting more interesting than I had first imagined. The oven was only set on 'warm' so there was no chance of the food overheating, just maybe the two of us in the hot tub. I pulled my trunks down and, likewise, dropped them over the edge.

I lay my head back as I feel fingers being wrapped around my cock which, like any man's dick under these circumstances, was rapidly becoming engorged. Brenda's hand began going up and down, there was no doubt where the evening was headed, no doubt at all.

"That feels nice, Brenda," I whispered.

"It does feel nice, nice and hard, just the way every woman likes them."

I had dropped my hand over her left breast and was fondling it as she placed her hand over mind. She turned her head toward me and I leaned over and we began kissing, our tongues searching each other, now our hands ranging all over the other.

We were now in one other's embrace, my hand down between Brenda's legs which she had eagerly widened for me. I slid my middle finger in her as she moaned and squeezed my cock.

She suddenly sat up straight, put her hands back and hoisted herself up on the padded rim and spread her legs wide.

"Lick me, Vern, oh, make me happy," and she pulled me between her legs as I began kissing and licking and tonguing her pussy as my fingers spread her open.

"Oh, oh, it's been so long, oh, it just feels so good, just so good," and she was gripping my head pulling me into her as I licked and sucked on her.

"Mmm. mmm, yes, oooh, right there, yes, oh, Vern, perfect, oh, don't stop, oh, it is wonderful, oh, right there, right ... AAAH, AAAH, AAAH, OOH, OOH, oh, oh, that feels so good, mmm, oh, yes, mmm, lick right there, yes."

She sure did have one hell of an orgasm. Mary was always fairly quiet and still but Brenda was humping my face, holding me down on her, just totally into what was sending her through the roof. I have always loved giving orgasms, it really turns me on, and this one was no exception.

She slid down into the water, kissing me, and grasping underneath the bubbling surface for my cock which she soon found.

"Oh, that was wonderful, Vern. Oh, now, it's my turn. Here, get up like I was," and I sat up on the padded seat area that went around the tub and she positioned herself between my legs, holding my cock as she licked circles around the tip as she gazed up into my eyes.