“Good morning, Savitri.” She did not answer, just edged further onto the grass parapet and kept her head straight as she walked.
“I know you’re not big on manners, the whole neighborhood knows, but we’ve become accustomed to at least getting a little nod or a little squeak out of you.”
“I don’t give a damn what the neighborhood thinks and you should be the last one to talk about manners. Men with manners, especially men your age, don’t stand at their window and stare at young women.” “Some men my age do, men with certain feelings, especially when the particular young woman is beautiful enough to stir those feelings. So that’s what has you worked up, because I got a look at your goodies. I can tell you it was a beautiful sight. Everything I saw was perfect, you can be proud of what you have; there’s no other woman in this street half as good looking or sexy as you.” Her face reddened and she almost tripped over. “Sir I must remind you that I am a married woman,” she held up her ring finger. “Is this how you speak to other men’s wives?”
“I notice you didn’t say happily married as most women would.” She flinched at that. “And no, I don’t usually speak like this to other wives. I’ve never met a wife who looks like you.” “You are very rude, you know, and you’re harassing me. Please stop before I have to tell your wife and my husband.” “My wife would only laugh and call you a pretentious little bitch; and your husband would accuse you of encouraging me and beat the shit out of you. Everybody knows he beats you for nothing at all.” “If you don’t stop harassing me I’ll tell the police.”
That nearly stopped me in my tracks, but I decided to call her bluff, guessing she would be too bashful to do that. “And tell them what, that your dress blew up while I was looking your way and you are angry because I saw your juicy ass and nice crotch. Because that is what I will tell them.” She started to speak, but no words came out her mouth, and she was as red as a cherry and fit to burst at the prick of a pin. “Listen, I’m truly sorry that I saw you in that condition, okay, I know it must be embarrassing and I can understand your feelings. But I must also let you know that I couldn’t help staring; you are an extremely beautiful and sexy woman. You should be proud that you have what it takes to awaken sexual feelings and admiration in an old man like me. I can’t remember ever wanting to fuck a woman so badly. But I’m sorry if I displeased you, please forgive me.”
She turned sideways and looked at me wide eyed and her mouth open. She was obviously shocked by my frankness and its erotic nature. “I hope you can forgive me and we can talk again in a more cordial manner sometime soon. Good day.” I said and quickened my steps. I was surprised when I heard behind me a very soft almost inaudible “good day.”
I didn’t see her for five days, which was unusual, because I would usually see her several times a day; if not moving about the yard tending her garden, or stepping out to go to the shop, she would be at a window or the backdoor. She had a thing for standing at her backdoor, looking around idly or seemingly lost in thought. Looking up the directory I found their number and after waiting for the departure of the middle aged woman who came in three days a week to do cleaning, I dialed. After a lengthy ringing she got to the phone just as I was about to hang up.
“Good afternoon.” She said in a soft friendly voice.
“Good afternoon, sweet lady.”
“What, who is this?” she asked, in a not so soft, not so friendly voice this time.
“Your friendly neighbor.”
“You have a nerve calling my home. When will this harassment end? What do you want?” she said, trying, I could tell, to sound more annoyed than she really was.
“I haven’t seen you for five days, are you alright?”
“What is it to you?”
“I was worried, and I miss seeing you moving around; I like seeing you around. The flowers in your garden are nice, but their sweetness can’t compensate for loss of yours”
There was an extended silence and I decided to hang up, give her time for my words to sink in.
When I did see her on the sixth day it was fleeting, she stepped out on the back porch to retrieve a toy and stepped back in the house quickly after briefly glancing in the direction of my home. The next day she came out into the yard and set about working in the garden. She was dressed in tight, very short cotton shorts and close fitting blouse that had the time of its life keeping her huge boobs from popping the buttons.
When she finally looked over to my place I was in the yard shirtless doing some gardening of my own. At sixty three I was in good shape, five ten, and one hundred and seventy pounds with a fairly flat stomach. I worked out three or four days a week lifting light weights and running for an hour on the treadmill. I quickly waved at her and she slowly raised her hand in a cursory response, but she did look me in the face for a longer than usual moment, and I boldly looked her up and down, my eyes devouring her ripe, lush body. She blushed noticeably and quickly spun around. I felt a growing force in my shorts, so I went up to my bedroom and pulling the blind an inch or two took out my engorged cock and began stroking it as I watched her fat ass, big boobs and puffed up crotch moving about. As if she had knowledge of what I was doing, just as I began getting signs of a coming orgasm, she stooped down backing me, the waist of her shorts riding a good way down over her massive butt, baring about three inches of booty crack and two mounds of cream flesh. I quickened my stroking and about a minute later let out a growl as hot cum spurted out of my cock splattering the wall.
For the next couple of days before the weekend she came out into the yard at regular intervals to tend to one chore or another, always wearing something delightfully stimulating, short tights and close fitting white vest which stopped just above her deep navel, very short denim skirt and halter top, loose, short, transparent dress, khaki cut off shorts that sunk revealing into both cracks. During those two days her return hand waves and head nods were more pronounced and pretty face more relaxed though hesitant to share a smile. And I would be doing my own moving about the yard shirtless and in boxers. It was a hot time of the year.
Monday came around and I decided to make a bolder statement. A few minutes before the time her help usually arrived, from my bedroom window I spied her at the back door. I was wearing only white boxer briefs. I hurried downstairs and after stroking my cock into a semi erect state I pushed open my own back door and pretending not to have noticed her went to a patch of tomato plants and picked a couple of ripe ones. I then looked up pretending to have just seen her and enquired by gesturing if she needed a few. She shook her head in the negative and a little smile played on her lips which made my rod immediately start to stretch out. I turned around quickly and went into the house.