Next door neighbors _(1)

Next Door Neighbors…Part 1

I was about to get in my car when Doris called out and asked me if I could stop in and see her. She said she had something she wanted to talk with me about. I told her I had to run to the store and wouldn’t be long.

As I drove to the store the thought crossed my mind as to what she wanted to talk about. Doris stayed in the house most of the time unless she was driving her husband, Paul, somewhere. I never really had any conversations with her.

Paul and Doris had bought the house next to me about 6 months ago. They had moved here to be closer to their relatives. They were in their 70’s and kept to themselves mostly, although I had baked them cookies and cake and helped them as much as possible. Paul needed a walker to get around and Doris did all the driving. Paul was a small man about 5’ 3” and Doris about 5’ 1”. Paul was quite the talker and enjoyed sitting in his garage and talk with me whenever he could catch me. I tried to accommodate him as much as I could and did not want to hurt his feelings. At his age I considered him a harmless dirty old man and would listen to his dirty jokes and how he bragged about not needing Viagra. He especially liked to talk about my 42D tits. At 5’10” and 180lbs I supposed I seemed like an amazon to him. I would kid him about telling Doris on him for flirting with me. He would always tell me she wouldn’t care. I would tell him that a woman of my size would hurt him if we had sex. He would always tell me that what a young women needs is an experienced man. As a 52 yr old, blue eyed blond, I wouldn’t classify myself as a young woman. The better I got to know him, the more I teased him. As time went by I would dress less and less. When I knew he was in his garage I would always put on some type of halter top with no bra, about 2 sizes too small short shorts with no panties, and flip flops. Plenty of cleavage and plenty of my big ass for him to drool over. Why not give the little old man a show? I certainly found out one thing…he didn’t need Viagra. I definitely aroused him enough because he would always make a point of it to stand up after we were talking and I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his pants.

When I got home I unloaded my groceries and went to see Doris. But first I made sure I looked as “Plain Jane” as possible. No need to tease her. She invited me into her living room and we both sat on the coach.

Terri, you’ve been very friendly with us since we’ve moved in and I’d like to thank you for that.

You’re quite welcome.

I’ve never really had a chance to talk with you much but Paul certainly enjoys his conversations with you.

Well, I enjoy talking with him.

You mean teasing him, don’t you?

I looked at her and noticed that she was somewhat sheepishly smiling.

Oh, we have a good time joking with each other. I was somewhat uncomfortable because although she was smiling I still might get an ass chewing from a jealous wife. And, just how much did she know of what went on and although she never came into the garage with Paul and me could she have been eaves dropping and peeking somehow?

Well, you certainly get him aroused and although I don’t benefit from it anymore, it’s been great for him. Don’t you find it amazing that at Paul’s age he can still get a full erection?

Wow, I was blown away! Here I am talking with a wife about her husband’s hard-on. I was lost as to where she was going with this and somewhat uncomfortable.

I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You see, Terri, I have not been able to have sex with Paul for about 10 years. It hurts when he is inside me and it’s such a shame because we have always been so active sexually.