Mary Moves In

It was a hot Sunday when I first saw Mary, the type of Sunday made for sitting around with a cold drink watching television or reading a book. Although the temperature would often rise well above the ninety-six degrees that dominated my home city of Sacramento today, something about it being the weekend made people especially lazy. Had it been a Monday, or any other weekday for that matter, people would have attempted to ignore the heat just to make their workday that much more bearable.

I was washing the family sedan in the front driveway and thinking about the 49er game later that afternoon when I saw a large U-Haul truck out of the corner of my eye. Knowing we were expecting new neighbors across the street, I glanced up. The U-Haul pulled into the short driveway of the one-story two-bedroom house, and two hired movers began to unload boxes and furniture. I continued to scrub down the car as I contemplated the probability of a hot teenage daughter moving in. I was seventeen at the time, and found that often my thoughts worked their way into situations.

I guess I should tell a little bit about myself. My name’s Jack, and, as I said, I’m seventeen, 5’11”, and athletically built, with smooth black hair dangling un-parted on my head. I’m a senior in high school, but still have no idea what lies in store for me after I graduate. College is just as realistic an option as it is for a good portion of my classmates, but I’m planning to take a year off and see the world. I’m the second-string kicker and punter for my high school’s football team, The Sabers, which is probably the reason I’m in good shape.

I was just finishing up washing the car when a black Mercedes pulled up across the street. The driver was a woman whom I assumed to be in her forties, although looks can often be deceiving. She had long blonde hair, a fair complexion, and, I noticed, a great body for somebody her age. I guessed her breasts were medium C-cups, although I was relatively inexperienced with those things save for several small encounters with girls at my school. She got out of her car, and I was amazed at the shape of her ass. It wasn’t perfect like the ones of the porn stars I jacked off to on my computer at night, but for a middle-aged woman I was impressed. She didn’t seem to notice me or the erection in my shorts, and I pried my eyes away to finish with the car.

I was putting away the washing supplies in my garage when I noticed she was walking across the street towards me. I stepped out of the cool shade of the garage into the driveway, and walked forward to meet her. She was wearing a pair of small black sunglasses, and greeted me warmly.

“Hello,” she said smiling and extending her arm. “I guess I’m you’re new neighbor here. My name’s Mary. I hope it isn’t always this hot, when I flew out here last month to look at the place, it was only about eighty, but it feels at least a hundred today.” She had just the slightest touch of a southern accent, unnoticeable if you weren’t familiar with them like I had become after numerous trips to my grandparents in Mississippi.

“No, most of the time it’s a little cooler. But sometimes it can be hotter too.” I proceeded to welcome her to the neighborhood, trying to convince myself that my kindness stemmed from my genuine courtesy and not the fact that I kept imagining myself in her pants.

“Well, it was great getting to know you,” she said after a few minutes of friendly small talk. “I’ve got to finish moving all of my boxes and furniture in, but if you want to come over later for a dip in the pool we can talk some more.” I thanked her, and promised her that I would take her up on her offer a couple hours later. I watched her walk all the way back to her house, her ass shaking back and forth with every sexy stride.

I went straight to my room with the intention of masturbating long and hard to the image of Mary sucking and riding my six and a half inch cock, boobs bouncing as she moaned with pleasure and climaxed again and again. Instead, however, I decided I would wait. Although I knew it was probably just my wild imagination, I held on to the hope that there might be a little more than a swim later that afternoon. I wanted to save my load of cum for any further developments. Instead, I checked my email and the 49ers website, checking in on the latest injuries and hot streaks.

My father was watching the pre-game show on the television when I came into the living room, and I sat down next to him to listen to sportscasters blabber on about every trivial matter than might play a part in today’s game. So and so’s sprained finger, or somebody else’s recent loss in the family. The game started at 1:10, and from the get go the 49ers suffered. Five minutes into the game, the starting quarterback was injured and taken out. Things soon disintegrated from there, and at halftime we were down by seventeen points.