Mrs West

I had just blown my chances with Nancy the 15 year old hot blonde who had actually had a crush on me and I was feeling pretty down on myself. It was late afternoon and the summer sun had set far enough behind our quarters to shade the front yard and our two lawn chairs. My dad was in the military and our quarters were in one story, brick, four-plexs. The couple on one side were a sergeant and his pretty blonde wife and their 2 kids. I guess she was in her early thirties, but she just seemed like another adult to me. She was about 5’5” and had a really great figure. Her hair was cut short and in summer she always wore shorts and a halter and often laid out in the back yard to work on her tan. Hard to believe I hardly noticed. When you are a kid a woman you call Mrs. doesn’t always fall into the category you assign to girls who might come across.
The temperature had finally dropped into the 80’s and I had plopped down into one of the chairs. My dog Trix was playing with a stick and I sat idly watching. Her voice was behind me. “Mind if I join you?” she asked as she slid into the other chair. She was parallel to me and about two feet away.
“Sure Mrs. West”
She was rubbing some kind of moisturizer on her legs. I had a hard time looking away.
“Call me Julie.” She said with a smile. “Mrs. West makes me feel old.”
“Err…OK.” I almost said OK Julie but it just wouldn’t come out.”
“Bill is on TDY” she said. “He’ll be gone a month. I’m glad a guy like you is living next door in case we have any trouble.”
I didn’t know what kind of trouble she was expecting living inside an armed camp surrounded by lifers, but her words puffed up my ego.

We continued to chat as the sun sank a little further and the shadows around us deepened. Trix walked over to the space between us and I began stroking her back. Trix nosed Julie’s hand and she started rubbing Trix’s ears. I paid little attention to what was happening until Julie’s hand slipped down Trix’s back and brushed mine. I instinctively repositioned my hand and kept petting Trix. It happened again…this time her hand rested on top of mine and actually caressed it. I swallowed hard, but I didn’t move my hand. She continued by taking my finger and lightly rubbing it back and forth. I was getting really excited when the porch light on my house flicked on and my mom called me in to dinner. I felt a little flushed and mumbled goodnight. I ate hurriedly and went to the bathroom and jacked off. I didn’t see Julie for the rest of the week, but I thought about what happened almost all of the time.
Saturday was Armed Forces Day and the whole base turned out. There was a parade and of course my dad was involved and my mom had volunteered for something so they were gone for the day. I had gone early but the day was a scorcher and I headed home around 10, jumped in the shower and then went into my room and lay on the bed.