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Ann, Our Mature Neighbor

Our Mature neighbor A few days after we moved the suburbs, several years ago, our new next-door neighbor, John, invited us to a party he was throwing. John and Ann, were about 6 years older than us. He was a carpenter working on a very large government project. He is also a union officer. John had recently made general foreman and was celebrating and invited us over to his party. It was a good way to meet them. I worked for a government agency and both Jen and Ann worked as teachers in different districts. We met a lot of nice people at their party. We even met a couple we had previously met at a swinger’s party; we just didn’t say anything but Hi.

Jumping ahead five years, John was on the top deck and was overseeing the pick of a very large piece of processing equipment, about the size of a bus. Suddenly one of the picking eyes sheared off of the equipment and it swung. On the return swing, another picking eye sheared off and someone panicked as the equipment started spinning and someone gave the signal to freewheel. On the way down, it hit a support on a wall and came down sideways, squashing John like a bug.

I got a cell call at work from my wife telling me what happened and I let them know I had to leave. I rushed home then ran over to Ann’s. There were only 3 or 4 neighbors there and I wrapped my arms around her. She clung to me like a leach. They don’t have any kids and no close relatives. The phone rang and it was John’s union president. He asked for Ann and I explained she was crying too much to talk but I would relay any messages. I asked where they took the body and I could hear the despair in his voice. He said, “So far they have recovered about 5 or 6 pieces in a bag and when they can lift the equipment, the rest of him will be scr*ped up with shovels. Honestly when I saw him, I puked my guts up. Please try to find a gentle way to let Ann know. She is such a sweet lady. They’re taking up a collection on the site and I’ll be by tomorrow to drop it off and give her my condolences.”

I got my wife to bring over a couple of tranquilizers for Ann and we got two down her. My shoulders and front of my shirt were wet from her tears. I know it was bad of me but all I could really think of was how good her tits felt pressing against my chest. She had nice firm pokey nipples to boot. Hell, I’m supposed to be there comforting her and I’m envisioning taking her into her bedroom, stripping her down, throwing her on the bed and screwing the hell out of her. For the life of me I could not get that vision out of my head, that is until her pastor showed up and started praying over the crowd. Anyway, between the insurance and the settlement from the equipment manufacturer, Ann no longer had to work and kept busy on her yard and garden as well as travelling a bit.

Over the next few years, Ann called on me to take care of all the things that needed around the house that a husband normally does, you know, fix the irrigation, replace a lock, fix a door, re-gasket a leaky faucet, change out light fixtures and the like. Don’t get me wrong, every time I’d do something, she would offer to pay me and every time I’d refuse. Over this past year, I’ve noticed that she has been running on most days and is looking very good.

Well last week, she asked me if I could help her out on Saturday, her garbage disposal had gone out and she needed hers replaced. I said I could do that. Ann got this impish look and said, “While you’re under the sink, could you also replace my old faucet, the hand sprayer doesn’t work and if you turn the handle the wrong way, I get a shower.” I said, “Anything for you, Ann.” I went into the house and Jen asked, “Something bothering you, huh?” I shook my head, “Not really, I said, “I was supposed to go to the races with Ben Saturday but Ann wants me to replace her kitchen faucet and garbage disposal and I told her I would.” Jen said, “Well, that’s OK, the girls and I are going to Seattle anyway, remember? In fact, when I told Ann about that yesterday, I asked her if she wanted to go along and she said she had other things to do.”

Jen left early to pick up the girls and head out. I went to the garage and got a tool tray with plumbing tools and headed over to Ann’s. She greeted me at the door wearing a pair of shorts and a tankini which showed off her nipples nicely. I put those thoughts out of my head and headed to the kitchen where I unpacked the faucet and disposal to see if there was anything I needed. She handed me a tall glass of lemonade. I thought it was a little bitter but bring polite I drank it. After turning off the water, I went to work removing the old units, which was rather difficult, as whoever installed them used one hell of a sealant. I spent more time scraping and cleaning than anything else. Ann sat across from me at the kitchen table, handing me tools as I needed them. She refilled my lemonade and this one tasted good about now. I enjoyed the view of her titties when she did, also the camel toe wasn’t bad either. I told Ann I was just about done and she said she would be right back.

Finally, I plugged the new disposal in and turned on the water back on, luckily no leaks. I heard her footsteps and asked her to turn on the faucet and then turn on the disposal. Her legs straddled me as turned on the water before hitting the disposal switch. “Works great,” she said. I started to scoot out from under the sink when I looked up to see Ann wearing a shear black negligee. Her neatly trimmed pussy glistening with a few drops of her juices. She was biting her lip and had this bad girl look on her face. She stepped back, never said a word and knelt by my feet and undid my belt and pulled open my pants to pull my cock out. She then began to suckle my cock like her life depended on it. I said, “Ann, you don’t have to” She looked up and said. “But I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Soon I could feel the cum building in my balls and told her I was about to cum and she stopped and moved up and straddled me. Ann eased herself down, guiding my shaft into her rather tight pussy. As good as she felt, I was feeling rather guilty but right then but her pussy was clouding my judgement. My wife and I have an agreement, no playing with others without permission. Ann started having orgasms, one after another. I wanted to play with her titties but my hands were dirty and I didn’t want to mess up her nightie. Finally, I went for it and reached up and started playing with those nice big nipples. She blasted off a big one and I could feel my crotch getting warm from her juices. That made me cum too. Wow, that was nice. Ann scooted down and wrapped her mouth around my shaft, cleaning me up. She stood up and our combined cum started running down her leg. She grabbed a dish towel and wiped it up.

I started to buckle my pants and she stopped me. “I think you need to let them dry first so get them off. I made a mess. Sorry.” Ann said, as she pointed to the big wet spot on the front of my jeans. I said, “It will be Ok.” She shook her head and said, “What if the neighbor’s see it?” “I’ll just tell them that the water leaked, “I said. Ann stood in front of me, her hand outstretched and gave me that teacher’s look until I sat down, took off my boots and handed my pants to her to her. She stepped out on to the back deck and hung them on a small clothes line. She sunlight shone through her nightie, making her look like one of those pin-ups from a magazine.

Ann and I finished cleaning up the kitchen and I asked if my pants were dry yet. She checked and came in and said they weren’t. I sat down at the kitchen table and said, “Ann, damn that was nice. Tell me, why haven’t you found a gentleman by now? She said, “My mother told me a widow should wait for five years before getting involved with another man. Though with you around It’s been rather difficult. I thought I was giving you hints but you never seemed to take them. I have wanted you for a long time, even before John passed you looked damn good to me. I took her hand and said, “What would you like to do until they’re dry?” Ann got this impish grin and said, “Silly man!” and grabbed my hand and pulled me up. She led me to her bedroom where she turned to me and we kissed deeply. She finished undressing me as we kissed. I lifted off her nightie then kissed my way down to those lovely nipples. I swear she orgasmed just from me sucking on them. I then gently pushed her back onto the bed and climbed between her legs and kissed my way up to her delicious pussy. Her nectar was exhilarating. Ann moved her legs to my shoulders and arched her crotch tighter to my mouth. As one hand reached up and tweaked a nipple, I applied more pressure to her clit and was rewarded with mouthful of cum, more than I could swallow. She was cuming so loudly I was worried that if someone was walking by, they might think she was in trouble. Luckily, we don’t have close neighbors.

I moved up next to her and gently caressed her body as we kissed. She returned the attention then moved her one hand to my cock and stroked it back to hardness. I was surprised that the old boy was ready for action so soon and told her so. Ann giggled and said, “I guess I should tell you but I slipped one of John’s Viagra into your lemonade hoping things would turn out something like this. I’ve wanted you for so long and I didn’t realize being without sex for this long would be so difficult. My friend brought me a vibrator but a hard piece of plastic isn’t my idea of sex.” I started to tickle her and ended up on top of her. Not tickling hard, just enough to get her laughing good.

I stopped and she looked so beautiful and I told her so. Ann blushed then moved her hands down to my hard cock and said, “Are you going to use that or let it go to waste? She had this Mona Lisa smile. I scooted back as she spread her legs and I entered her. Since I had already had a good orgasm, I lasted a good long time through several positions, missionary, doggy, split-leg, reverse-cowgirl to name some. We made love for almost two hours before I came. “Damn, Jen is a lucky woman,” Ann said, “Now I need a nap, trouble is the bed is wet.” Sure enough there were several wet spots on the bed, one about 3 feet in size. I told her I’d take care of it and told her to get dressed and went out to get my jeans.

I gathered up my things and we headed over to my house. I sent Jen a text and asked her to call me when she was alone and cold talk. Ann and I were just entering the house when my phone went off and I put it on speaker phone. “What’s wrong?” Jen said. “Nothing’s wrong, dear. I just need to ask you a delicate question, that’s all.” I told her. There was a long pause and she said, “You sure there’s nothing wrong?” I said, “I hope not. Ann needs a place to sleep tonight and I offered our bed if that’s Ok with you.” Jen said, drawing out her question, “And just what’s wrong with Ann’s bed?” I said, “To be honest, we got it rather wet and I need to take our small rug cleaner over try and dry it out.” Jen said, “I take it you had sex with Ann?” Letting out a half laugh, I said, “She started it.” Ann cut in and said into the phone, “I couldn’t help myself; I hope you don’t mind. Ed looked so sexy working like he was, it reminded me of John and how we’d have sex at times like that.” Jen kind of laughed and said it was fine with her.

I showed Ann to our bed and once she was in bed, took over our small carpet cleaner along with the shop vacuum cleaner and after stripping the bedding and putting it in the wash; dried the mattress as best I could. I returned to find Ann still awake. She pulled back the sheet and motioned for me to join her. I said, “You want more?” She shook her head no, saying, “What I’d really like is for you to spoon with me. You know, cuddle up to my back and take a nap with me.” Ann was only wearing French-cut panties and I pulled the sheet back over her. She had this real disappointed look and I said, “Don’t pout, I just need to lock up. I’ll be right back. I love to cuddle after playing, especially after playing with someone as wonderful as you.” I quickly locked up and headed back, dropping all my clothes before I crawled in next to her. Ann wiggled up tight to me and we drifted off to a blissful sleep.

This was the start of a wonderful relationship. Ann and I would get together once or twice a week and she would come to our swinger house parties though I only saw her play once. This lasted for a little over six months then she met Paul. He’s a retired engineer from the Bay area and very well to do. Paul had heard of our party through a mutual friend. Ann and Paul hit it off. So well that for the next month, Paul’s big motorhome was parked in Ann’s pasture and he paid for a power upgrade to her service so he could power it up. Ann ended up traveling with him and they now full-time RV but I’ll always have the memories.

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