Chapter 1

The Christmas holiday was fast approaching and I had just come back from a job in Chicago to Springfield, Illinois, my hometown. I work as a diesel mechanic for a trucking company and one of our trucks had broken down. I was sent out to get it running again. Because I had been out of town for several days on this job, my neighbor Carol was helping me with some chores I had neglected.

“I really appreciate your doing my laundry, Carol. With my mom at work so much these days, it’s hard for her to help me like she used to. And I am just too busy to keep up with everything – especially when I have to go out of town like this.”

“Oh, you are welcome, Tommy. Yes, working out of town and not being able to do laundry or other things can put you behind. I am glad that I could help. Actually, it’s kinda nice doing laundry for a man again, instead of washing toddler clothes all the time. Bobby is a great little guy and always makes me laugh, but he goes through clothes like he has a goal to dirty everything he owns!”

“Well, I appreciate that you are willing to do my laundry. I spend so much time working these days that I barely have time to sleep much less do laundry and such. I knew being a diesel mechanic was an in-demand job, I just didn’t know HOW in demand it would be!”

Carol laughed. “It’s fine Tommy. I am glad to help out. I mean you do a lot for me around here since Dave left. It’s nice that we can help each other out like this.”

“Well, that’s the good thing about neighbors. We can help each other out when we need a hand. But I should be getting back home and get this stuff put away. You probably got your own work to do and Bobby there will be wanting lunch soon. Thanks again for doing this for me, I appreciate it.”

“Ohh ... do you have to go so soon? Can’t you stay for a little while longer? I just made some fresh Christmas cookies...”

“I don’t know, I have...”

“Please Tommy? I get so lonely these days with Dave gone. And Bob’s not much of a conversationalist you know. It’s nice to have someone to talk to who can talk back! It’s just me puttering around this big old house by myself when I’m at home.”

“Those cookies do smell good! I suppose I could stay and visit a bit more.”

“Oh good. Here let me get you a plate.” Carol put six large chocolate chip cookies on a plate and set a glass of milk next to it. “Here sweetie, you sit here and eat. I will be back in a minute!” Then Carol went around the corner and disappeared.

I ate the cookies and finished the milk. After a couple of minutes of waiting for Carol to return, I felt the call of nature and needed to go to the bathroom. I was well acquainted with the house, having been there many times to do odd jobs for Carol and visit with her and little Bobby. So I went to go to the bathroom while waiting for Carol to return. I got to the bathroom door and opened it as I always did. It wasn’t locked and so I didn’t realize it was being used.

“TOMMY! OH MY GOD!” Carol screeched. Carol Thomas was sitting on the toilet, her blue dress hiked up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. She had one hand on her tit and the other buried knuckle deep in her sopping wet pussy!

I was amazed. Here I thought Carol was this quiet, reserved, “proper” lady. But in front of me was a woman who was obviously so terribly unsatisfied that she needed to masturbate herself for fulfillment.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Carol! I didn’t realize the bathroom was occupied! The door ... it wasn’t locked or anything!”

The expression of horror-filled Carol’s face. She was caught in the act of masturbating herself. Her face literally turned white as the blood drained from her.

“Damn! I am so used to being in the house by myself I guess I don’t bother to lock the door anymore! It’s my fault, Tommy. I forgot you were here!” Carol jerked her panties up and stood up.

She looked down in embarrassment while quickly straightening her dress pulling it back down around her legs.

She walked hurredly back into the kitchen – I think she was a little ashamed to face me and getting back into the kitchen gave her a moment to think. She went straight to the sink and started washing a few dishes there to keep from talking to me about what had happened.

I walked up to her and stood there waiting for her to look at me. I knew that she must feel terribly embarrassed and ashamed, having her next-door neighbor, and a man to boot, catching her in such a private moment.

I stood there next to her for several long moments waiting for her to turn my way. When she finally did turn and look at me, it wasn’t as Carol Thomas, my neighbor, and my mother’s friend. It was as a woman who was so lonely and so forgotten that she had to find pleasure any way she could. She looked so forlorn and so defeated as if life had passed her by and she had missed the bus.

“Oh, God, Tommy! I’m so embarrassed, I just want to die.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Carol.” She kept her head down as I spoke to her afraid, I think of what she might see in my face. “Instead of you masturbating yourself, I’m gonna do it for you. Let me take care of satisfying that beautiful body of yours.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes, really. I have always thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I used to be so jealous of your husband – being with you, being able to hold you, being able to ... you know.”

“You were jealous of David?”

“Absolutely. But he’s gone now and you are here alone. You don’t have anyone to hold at night, you don’t have anyone to tell you how amazing you look, or how wonderful it feels to hold you ... to kiss you. And that is a damn shame. You should have that. You need that.”

“I do, Tommy, I do...”

I took her soft face in my hands and kissed her long, deep, and passionately as she placed her hands lightly on my hips. She hesitated at first, unsure about what she was about to do. I had never made any advances to her before because it was inappropriate at the time. She was married to David and then after he left, I didn’t feel she was interested in getting involved with another man. But now her need for closeness and intimacy overruled all that.

As I continued to kiss her, I felt her lips part and I took it as an invitation. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she began sucking on my tongue like a tiny cock – a sign of what she really wanted to do to me. After a few moments of heavy kissing and tongue-sucking, she broke out kiss pulling back just a bit to look at me.

“I ... I haven’t been with anyone since ... since Dave left me. It devastated me, Tommy. Having the man you love turn to another and leave you tears you apart as a woman. I didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone. I didn’t trust anyone. It took a long time before I was finally able to go out on a date. Since then I have been on a few casual dates, but none of them ended up with us in bed.”

I smiled and put my hand on her cheek. “I’ve been right here ... waiting for you. For years, I’ve been waiting for this. I’m sorry it had to happen to you, but to be honest this is what I’ve been waiting for.”

I kissed her gently again and when my lips touched hers once more Carol threw out all of her doubt and hesitation. She put her arms around my neck as I wrapped my arms around her waist, moving them around to cup her asscheeks. She moaned when she felt my hands on her ass and I knew that she wanted me there.

With her moan as my encouragement, I sank my fingers into the soft supple flesh of her ass and she kissed me harder, sucking on my tongue and trying to devour me. It was as if she hadn’t kissed anyone in ages and she had been starving for it.

We were still in the kitchen and I could feel her starting to sway with the intensity of our passions. I gently pushed her back against the kitchen counter so she would have something solid to lean against.

When her ass pushed up against the counter in her own kitchen, she moaned again knowing she was being taken right where she lived. Carol loved to cook and considered the kitchen her “domain”. Now I had come and was taking control of her right where she felt the safest, the most in charge. The whole domination thing made her ever wetter and hotter!

My hands moved from her ass up to her amazing tits. Carol had an amazing body. The thirty-one-year-old Carol stood 5’6” tall. She had dishwater blonde hair just brushing the tops of her shoulders and parted in the middle, framing her lovely face and beautiful sapphire blue eyes.

She had a curvy, voluptuous figure – not model skinny, but not overly fat either. When you hugged her, you know you had a woman in your arms! But it was those amazing tits that first grabbed your attention! She had enormous tits (I would later learn they were 36F in size!)

It was these soft pillows that I now had in my hands and they felt every bit as good as the looked. As I massaged the firm, yet supple flesh and sank my fingers deep into it, Carol moaned and closed her eyes. I could see by her face that it had been a long time since she’d had a man’s hands on her. It made me all the more determined to make this time worth remembering for her.

If Carol had been just another hometown bimbo I might have gone right to licking and sucking her tits or maybe even directly to eating her out on my way to a quick hard fucking. But Carol was a lot more than the ditzy girls that hung around the coffee shops and malls. And she needed to be won. She was no pushover looking for a quick roll on the carpet. I needed to play this trophy fish before I tried to land her!

I started by kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. While I was there I talked to her ... told her the things I knew women liked to hear. Things I had been waiting a long time to tell her.