Chapter 2

It all started about three months ago. Our only close neighbors were an elderly couple our family kind of adopted. Jake used to cut their grass, and the kids and I would visit, bring cookies, etc. A path through the woods was quickly worn in, connecting our back yards. It had finally gotten to the point where they were just unable to be alone, and so decided to move in with their eldest daughter in Florida.

The house stayed empty for several years, but eventually sold. A widow by the name of Carol Peyton moved in, doing a complete remodel to the house.

I walked over one day to introduce myself, and let me tell you Carol was unlike any widow I ever knew! Carol wasn’t much older than I, in her early 50’s. She was in great shape, blond hair, a light tan, and wow what a set of tits. She made my double D’s look small in comparison. Her hips were wide, her ass was a little plump but not bad. Same for tummy, not nearly as big as mine, but still not quite flat and trim, great for her age though.

Turns out Carol had married a man fifteen years her senior. An executive in a Chicago marketing firm, he had lived, worked, and partied hard all his life, which ended in a massive heart attack he had while fucking his secretary in the office late one night.

Being the pragmatist, Carol took the huge settlement from the insurance company and decided to move south to be closer to her only daughter, who was attending college nearby. Thus she had acquired the property next door.

I was a little in awe of Carol at first. I mean, she was so ... well to me almost perfect, house was impeccable, well designed, her body was in great shape. But she had a way of making me feel comfortable, and soon it was like we’d been best friends all our lives.

OK, I know you’re saying get on with it already, let’s hear the good stuff. Well, it started kind of slow. For example, when I would walk over to Carol’s for a morning cup of coffee, she’d greet me at the door in her short silk bathrobe. I could tell she was naked underneath, and got more than a few glimpses of skin.

Sometimes I would find her wearing a skimpy pair of panties, up top a thin tank top would do little to contain her massive hooters. She would even come to my place dressed like that, when she knew I was home alone. You couldn’t see our houses from the road anyway, and the path through the woods was just as secluded.

Finally, one day I arrived to find her in just the panties, no top. “You caught me! I’m afraid I haven’t been keeping up with the laundry. Oh well, just us girls.” She proceeded to have coffee with me, but I can’t half remember what I said as all I could do was stare at her massive tits and perky nipples.

I left early that day, ran home and had to masturbate dammit! Back in college some girlfriends and I used to “experiment” with each other. To be honest I enjoyed it, feeling a nice soft female body against me, the taste of pussy. I still lick my fingers when I play with myself, or suck my pussy juices off Jake’s big cock after he fucked me, but it had been a long time since I had been with another woman. Certainly not since I met Jake.

So why was I having all these lusty thoughts now? Was Carol flirting with me, or just comfortable? I was torn, unable to decide, so thought I might do a little flirting of my own to see. I just hoped I wouldn’t loose my nerve.