The mom next door

After years of living abroad, I have recently moved back to my hometown of Pittsburgh.The timing could not have been more perfect.After years of working my way up the corporate ladder,my stock options with my company were worth enough for me to live comfortably the rest of my days.And with my nine year relationship(if you could call it that)to Daphne having finally run it’s
course,it seemed there was nothing to keep me in Dublin.

It was unusually warm for late April.I had picked the perfect weekend to move into my new house.I had bought a modest three bedroom within walking distance to the University.I had decided to accept a part time teaching position,just enough hours so I wouldn’t be bored.It was in an upper middle class neighborhood,mostly young families and middle aged divorcees.

It was getting close to 8:00 P.M and the move was mostly complete.I was sitting on the front porch enjoying a cold beer when an SUV pulled into the driveway of the house next to me.I was filthy and exhausted from moving(not in the best condition to meet my new neighbor)so I ducked into the house to leave introductions for another time.As I closed the door behind me and walked past the picture window I saw a woman struggling to get a small child out of a carseat.It was dark,but the silhouette was enough to be intrigued.She took the child inside and ,exhausted,I went to bed.

Monday morning I had a meeting at the University.Although I wasn’t scheduled to begin teaching until the fall semester,the head of my department wanted to introduce me to the faculty and give me a tour of the campus.I had spent six years there as a student,but I nodded and smiled as he showed me around.I was finally done around 11:00 A.M and headed home to continue unpacking.

When I arrived home,I was pleasantly surprised to find a basket of muffins on the front porch with a note attatched.It read “Welcome to the neighborhood.Looking forward to meeting you.Hope you enjoy the muffins. Heidi” As I was finishing reading I heard a woman’s voice call out “Hey neighbor.”I turned in the direction of the voice and saw her. It was the woman I had seen earlier in the SUV.She was stunning.She looked to be my age(early to mid thirties)and had the most beautiful red hair.She looked to be about 5′ 5”,most of it legs,and had large full tits,at least a C cup.She was wearing blue jeans and a tight green top that accented her form perfectly.I was suddenly aware that I had yet to answer her.

“Hello” I called out “my name is Finn.If you are responsible for the muffins,thank you.”
“Oh,it’s no trouble.And yes, I’m Heidi.”

I strode across the lawn to greet her.The closer I got,the more I liked what I saw.She was breathtaking.Her bright green eyes sparkled in the mid-morning sun.We exchanged a handshake and she asked where I was moving from.I explained to her that I had spent the past ten years working abroad in both London and Dublin,but that I had grown up in Pittsburgh.

“Finn is an unusual name,”she said

I explained that it was short for Finnegan, and that I was named after a grandfather I never knew.
As I was reciting the answer to this question I had been asked a million times, I found myself staring at her chest.When I finally looked up she had a wry smile on her face.I was busted.She asked if I was married and I told her I was recently out of a long term relationship.She said she had been divorced about four years.When I asked about boyfriends she said she found it difficult to date with two small children.I said that since I had been overseas for so many years,it would be nice to have someone to show me all the things that had changed since I had been gone.

“If you’re free for dinner Friday,I could use a night out,away from the kids”,she said.
“You have yourself a date”,I said smiling like a butcher’s dog.

Waiting for Friday to come was nearly painful.I hadn’t had sex since I split with Daphne almost two months ago.It wasn’t helping that I was having the most impure thoughts in recent memory about Heidi.I’m not ashamed to say I stroked myself to climax more than once while fantasizing about how the date would go.

Friday finally came.I had made reservations for 7:30 at a middle eastern restaurant that got a good review in the Post-Gazette.I went over to Heidi’s door at 7:00 sharp.When she answered the door I was sure I must have resembled a retard-mouth agape and drooling.She looked phenomenal.She was wearing a strapless green dress that stopped just above the knee and had her hair up.I followed her long legs to the floor and saw the sexiest pair of black heels.After regaining my composure, I took her arm and led her to the car.

Dinner was exceptional.The food was good and conversation flowed easily.It was a clear night,so we drove up to Mt.