Neighbor_(1)

Fbailey story number 484


Neighbor


I live outside of a small urban village on a dead end road. I own the last two houses on that road and rent one out. The lady that rents it was just recently divorced. She has her teenage son ever other weekend. During the first two weeks that she lived there we became very well acquainted. She was nice and quite talkative. I could not believe that her husband had left her. Johnnie was perfect in my eyes.

Johnnie was thirty-five years old and had a fifteen-year-old son that lived with her ex-husband. At sixty, she seemed almost like a daughter to me.

In that first two weeks she helped me in my garden and I barbecued dinner for us each night. I liked watching her in her tight little shorts and her revealing bikini tops. She said that she was working on her tan but I think she was working on me, at least that’s what my penis thought.

Then that Friday evening her ex dropped her son off for the weekend. She immediately brought him over to meet me. His name was Frankie and all I could think of was that old song, “Frankie and Johnny were lovers.”

Things were fine that night and he enjoyed my barbecued chicken and coleslaw. He was polite but there was something not right about him.

The next morning I was awakened early by him screaming, hollering, and slamming doors. I looked at the clock and saw that it was nine in the morning and just about time for me to get up anyway. I dressed, put on a pot of coffee, and then went next door to see if Johnnie wanted a cup. That was what I usually did over the previous two weeks so it was perfectly normal.

I went out my backdoor and started over to her backdoor when I saw her. Johnnie was standing in the middle of the porch, stark raving naked, with her hands behind her back. She saw me as I approached. I looked her over from top to bottom and saw that her feet were in chalk outlines spaced about two feet apart. Her face was flushed, her breathing was labored, and her pussy was glistening in the bright morning sun.

Johnnie said softly, “Please go away. I’ll explain everything Sunday night after he leaves.”

Just as I entered my house I heard Frankie ask, “Who were you talking too?”

Johnnie answered, “No one, I was trying to shoo a fly off my nose.”

I thought to myself, had she been handcuffed?

As I worked in my garden alone I couldn’t help but glance toward her house occasionally. I would catch a glimpse of her pressing her bare tits against the windows. I knew that her teenage son was in there with her and wondered just what kind of relationship that they had.

I considered inviting them to dinner but since I hadn’t seen them all day, I decided against it. I threw on a couple of hamburgers for myself when Johnnie came out of her house wearing just a pair of panties.