My Mature Neighbor Natalie

The best sex I ever had was not given to me by an obnoxious drunken whore in the middle of the night. I learned a valuable lesson at the age of 22, sex is more than just penetration and propagation. Sex is about the need for one another, and who feels that need more than a lonely middle aged woman infatuated with a young, fit boy in the sexual prime of his life. This is a story not simply about a sexual encounter, but how learned to make love to a woman.

Over a decade ago I moved into an apartment block, it consisted of two small housing units attached by the side. The first time I looked at the building I was thoroughly unimpressed, my real estate agent was relaying useless information about the area, price and so on. I probably wouldn’t have bothered with such a bore of an apartment as I had a vast sea of opportunity within the area’s real estate. But that was all before I laid eyes on my soon to be neighbour, Natalie. Natalie wasn’t exactly your typical idea of beautiful, but that idea always bored me to near death. She was 41 years old and had managed to maintain a fine composition of curves and softness within her body. From the neck down, you could almost imagine her having the body of someone a decade younger. Her hair was chocolate brown which gleamed off of her soft golden skin. The day I first saw her she was wearing cut-off shorts and a tight shirt leaving nothing to my already sublimed senses. She pranced out the front of her yard like a beauty queen, upholding various maintenance tasks before looking my way. She was too far away for me to say for precise certainty, but she seemed to smile as she looked into my distant eyes. I paused momentously as I watched her walk back into her house, a small sigh of disappointment left my body as hers left my field of vision. Already I was drenching in the desire to see that woman once more, a feeling of infatuation filled my mind with curiosity. I questioned that vague smile and discovered a lust for such a beautiful glimmer to ignite my vision. In my moment of infatuation, I immediately turned to my agent, whom I had been ignoring and exhorted a clear decision on where I was to live from now on. “I’ll take it” I said in a loud voice, my estate agent jumped in surprise and asked me to repeat what I just said. I confided once more to my intentions and she swiftly organized for me to come into the office and sign the paperwork. I didn’t read much of the paperwork; the unit was overpriced and overused but that simply wasn’t an issue for me anymore. As soon as the papers were moved into my direction I was putting pen to paper like I was being given a mansion to live in.

After I had finalized my lease and had my keys handed over, I began to come down with a serious case of anti-climax. With my infatuation alone, I had become resident to a house I hated. Needless to say I felt like an idiot, however I was nonetheless curious about my new neighbour despite losing most of my brief lust for this woman. I drove steadily towards my new house; it was fully furnished and ready, perfect for a young man with nothing to fill it with anyway. This got me wondering why such a woman would live in a place, most likely alone I thought. However my wondering was soon taken into consideration as I drove eagerly into the driveway of my new house. I panned instantly for a sight of my love-sick infatuation for a few seconds. I was met with disappointment and then anger that I could have just moved into such a place with intentions dwelled in utter fantasy. I stepped out of my car and walked over to my door, keeping a keen marginal eye on my surroundings or any sign of my sexy new neighbour. Again I was met with disappointment, walking over to my door unsatisfied. My hand met the door and I started jittering for my keys before I heard the hinges of the unit next to me swing open. I jumped immediately swaying to my left and before I could even fathom the sight, I was staring in the eyes of the most beautiful middle aged woman I had ever seen. She looked plainly at me at first; followed by the smile I had imagined I saw from the distance, my insides melted ad her beauty shuttered my vision. We remained silent for a few seconds before she stepped forward slightly and placed her hand on my arm, I remained still. “Hello sweetie, my name’s Natalie” she remarked confidently. Her words soothed my nerves surprisingly and I replied, telling her my name and a load of small talk about how lovely it was to meet her, which in this circumstance was entirely true. She wasn’t just a pretty face, Natalie made me feel comfortable and I discovered a very complex individual behind her stunning looks. She parted ways with me and much to my disappointment left as soon as she had been. As I stepped into my new house with a smile on my face, I sat and laughed a bit before recalling my encounter with beauty itself. I didn’t call it a day there; daily I would make small talk with Natalie and compliment her on anything I could gather, without being too forward of course. Natalie never had a bad day, physically or mentally. She was always showcasing her beauty, even when just out of bed and her pleasantness made me constantly in a state of utter awe for such a fine specimen.

One day I invited Natalie in for coffee, to which she happily complied. I decided it was time to get to know this woman in more depth, I asked her about work, her social life and even managed to talk about her past relationships. I was surprised how she opened up, she spoke to me about how her husband left her by simply leaving the country and she was left with nothing. She never had kids, not for a lack of trying and had built her way back into a life of simple comfort. I was intrigued, Natalie was a goldmine for middle aged bachelors, and the fact that she had not remarried or dated seriously astonished me. She wore a gown in my company indicating she was in comfort with me. I began to pick up on her gestures, she was definitely flirting. She laughed for no good reason, fumbled with her coffee cup and made flirtatious smiles at me while I spoke.