Neighbour Fantasies…Part 1

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Neighbour Fantasies…Part 1This recollection is a bit different from my others, and might be a welcome change of pace. I was cutting the lawn at my aunt’s house, and stopped to have a soda in the shade of one of the large oak trees which stood in the rear yard. As I was resting in the afternoon heat, Mrs. Gayle, the lady who lived next door walked over. “Hello, Trev,” she said pleasantly. “Hello Mrs. Gayle…what can I do for you?”, I asked. She was a widow whom I guessed to be in her mid to late 60s, a bit on the plump side, but very well-proportioned and toned. She had classy gray hair which was a bit shorter than shoulder length, breasts which I estimated to be 38 or 40C, and a sort of sexy and full tummy, legs, and backside. I was impressed by her height…around 5′-10 or 11, which allowed her to carry her bit of extra weight very nicely. I had spoken to her from a distance numerous times since coming to stay with my aunt, so I now got my first good look at her. She was very attractive…likely gorgeous in earlier times..and had very captivating bright blue yes. For a lady her age, I saw very few wrinkles in her skin. She was wearing a light pink sleeveless dress which buttoned up the front, and had a loose full skirt. Her shoes were black mid heels, and due to the weather, she had no hosiery on. “Will you have a soda, Mrs. iskenderun escort Gayle?” “I’m sorry there aren’t any chairs out,” I said. She replied, “Thank you, Trev…yes, I’d love a soda, and I can just sit on the fresh cut grass,” she said. So, she demurely sat down with her legs straight out in front of her, but crossed at the ankles. It was then I noticed that her dress was unbuttoned at the neckline, and I could see the curves of her ample breasts, as well as her white bra strap. “Please feel free to call me Gloria,” she said. “Very well, if you don’t mind,” I replied. We chatted for quite some time about our backgrounds, and I learned she had been a widow for f******n years, with a married daughter who lived in British Columbia. Gloria had been an accountant, and got to know my aunt from doing her books. She was shocked when I told her that Lorene – technically – was not my aunt, nor a blood relative. “She has told me how much it means to have you here to help her with her business, Trev,” she said, “which brings me to why I came over.” She told me she was planning to sell her home, but needed help clearing unwanted items out, and some small fixup repairs made. “Would you be interested in doing that?, she asked. I told her I would, but couldn’t be sure of a set schedule. “Oh, don’t worry…I’ll give you a escort iskenderun set of keys to the house and garage, and you can just pile everything out there…do it when you have the time,” she said. She had laid down on her arm as we talked, and the top of the dress had opened a bit more, showing more of her straps. Her skirt had shifted somewhat, and I could see her thigh in the gap between the buttons. I must admit, it was starting to have an effect on my privates. “Tell you what…why don’t we go over and you can have a look around to see what you’re getting into,” she laughed. We walked next door, and I got a nice view of her full ass as I followed her. We checked the cellar first, and I couldn’t help noticing her laundry hanging to dry. I tried not to be obvious, but know I saw bras, slips, and hosiery. I followed her up to the second floor, and got wonderful peeks at her calves and her ass as she climbed the stairs. The house was a four bedroom, and she told me what she wanted out of the three smaller rooms. She then led me to the master bedroom, and I followed her in. “Damn…don’t mind the clutter,” she said as she grabbed a black bra from her bed and tossed it under her bed. As we looked around, I noticed the matching panty was on the floor next to the bed, and a pink silky looking long nightgown hung iskenderun escort bayan from a spindle on a full length vanity mirror. I watched her large breasts move and sway as she pointed out things she wanted removed, and with the afternoon light streaming through the blinds, could see the outline of her body under the thin dress. “Sit down while I get you your keys,” she said. I sat on her bed, and she brought a small strongbox over, sat down next to me, and placed it on her lap. I could see down her dress, and the skirt was bunched up above her knees allowing me a real good look at her creamy thigh through the button holes. “Pardon me for not sitting like a lady,” she said, “Hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.” “Ah, well, no Mrs. – I mean Gloria…you look great,” I stammered. She broke out laughing and asked, “Really? Tell me why you think I look great,” I mumbled something stupid about her dress, and she said, “This is just an old house dress…to warm for anything else, but I CAN look much better, you know.” she said. Like fool, I said I knew because I has seen her dressed up several time. “Oh really…so you’ve been keeping an eye on me, have you?” she asked. She stopped my answer by telling me it was fine with her, and that she was flattered that I noticed her. We went downstairs, and she told me to feel free to come and go when it was convenient. I thanked her, told her I would, and went back home with a stiffening erection. I visited my aunt’s hamper, laid on my bed, and filled a pair of her panties while thinking of my encounter with Mrs. Gayle.I wanted there to be more of them.

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