New Neighbor Pt. 02

Thanks to volunteer editor Snowbear for editing.

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I was surprised to find that I was the only occupant in my bed when my alarm woke me abruptly from my dream. I had not heard nor felt Violet slip out from between my arms as I slept, and for a moment I wondered to myself if everything that I remembered having happened between her and I from the previous night, was somehow part of my dreams as well. I looked at my alarm clock for a moment before I finally hit the button to silence the nuisance; happy I had continued to set my alarm out of habit even though I usually woke before it would signal for my attention. I laid there for a moment as if in a trance while I remembered my actions, or revisited my dreams—at the moment I was not sure which—with the beautiful young woman, certainly too young for me, that I had bent over the sink counter in my bathroom, had pinned against the wall of my shower, and then had taken to bed with me the night before. We had not spent much time engaged in speaking last night, and now, as I replayed the events in my mind, I found a multitude of questions begin to creep into my mind, invading my pleasant reminiscing. I sighed to myself, aggravated that my mind refused to just allow for me to enjoy the experience without analyzing what had happened as I forced myself out of bed to begin my morning routine.

I like to go swimming in the mornings before work, and before I left for the pool, I stole a glance at the house across the street wondering if my new neighbor had just slipped off for her own bed, or if she too was already deep in her own morning ritual. The idea that maybe she had thought better of her actions, and maybe even regretted them after some sleep, crept into my mind, and for a moment it felt like I had actually been punched in the stomach after I had the thought. From what little conversation we did have last night, I knew that was not the case, and yet I could not stop myself from giving weight to such tumultuous ideas being rapidly produced in my mind. I cursed myself, and forced myself to continue with my day trying to push any thoughts of my neighbor from me; I am too old for this crap.

I was able to clear my head once I dove into the water of our community pool feeling the cool liquid purge my skin of the night before; or at least, it had felt that way until I completed my set of laps to find one of the gentlemen I swim with sitting on the edge of the pool in my lane. He had a broad smile across his face as he kicked his feet in the water reminding me of some adolescent trying to hide a secret they really wanted to tell. "Hey, Dylan." I called up to him as I treaded water a few feet away from him, trying not to laugh at how brightly his eyes shone while he smiled at me. As far as I knew, Dylan was the eldest of our group of random men who all met up at about the same time in the morning, but his mannerisms this morning made him look like someone a fourth of his age was trapped beneath his weathered exterior.

"Hey, Gary." He sung his words to me as if to taunt me with them. "You, uh...adopt a tiger or something?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked, genuinely confused, and he laughed. He continued to chuckle to himself, amused, as he folded his arms across his chest and stared expectantly at me. I was suddenly reminded of the look my father would give me when I was in trouble as a boy, while he was waiting for me to confess what had happened so that he could decide on a punishment to fit my crime. "What are you going on about a tiger for?" I asked him, unnerved at the sensation of being made to feel childish by the man sitting in front of me. "You haven't stopped taking your meds again, have you? You know that nurse who comes to visit you is going to suffocate you in your sleep if she finds out you stopped taking them again."

"That naggy wench," Dylan nodded, "alright fine, if not tiger, then cougar, or lioness, or whatever the hell they are calling themselves now a days. I don't keep up with pop culture vernacular; call her what you want."

"Are you trying to imply that you think I'm seeing someone?" I tried to sound nonchalant, shrugging as best as I could in the water, and he laughed at me again.

"Implying?!" He hollered out, grabbing the attention of the rest of the men in and around the pool. "Gary! There's a reason why 'tiger' was my first guess, or have you really not seen your back yet?" I knew I had started to blush as I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and I swallowed hard again unnerved by the idea that this man was making me feel like such a child. Perhaps the sensation was fitting after all as the memory of my much younger Violet dragging her nails down my back while her firm, thick legs were wrapped tightly around my waist resurfaced in my mind. "Fine, don't give this dirty old bastard a much needed good story; just enjoy it while you can still get it." He winked at me before he labored to stand and shuffled off, leaving me with my thoughts: did I have any right to think of her as 'my' Violet. Those damning questions came flooding back all at once, and thoroughly annoyed with myself, I swam over to the ladder and left the pool area while trying to keep myself facing passersby to not show them the marks I had not yet seen myself.

There was a large mirror over the sinks in the men's locker room, and once the room had cleared, I stood before it, turned, and tried to look over my shoulder to see why Dylan had found my back so amusing. At first, all I could do was stare dumbfounded as I looked over the long dark red marks dotted with areas that looked as though blood had been drawn. I slowly began to process that I was in fact looking at my back, and that a woman half my age had felt the need to dig into my back so in response to the pleasure I had given her. I started to laugh at myself, shaking my head free of all those asinine questions. She really must have enjoyed herself last night to have inflicted all of that, and sweet fuck, how did I not notice how intense they had been at the time that she had made them? I caught my smile in the mirror before I turned back to my locker, and chuckled to myself as I began to view the marks as badges of honor for what I had accomplished.

I could not shake that stupid little smile from my face for the rest of the day as women and men alike continued to compliment me throughout the day at the office. Many had asked if I had done something different with myself, and had told me I looked good; that I looked healthier, younger. I certainly felt that way. My mood only continued to improve as I thought about heading home to my beautiful, young neighbor at the end the day, but the euphoria was dampened when I arrived home, walked across the street, and knocked on her door without an answer.

I returned to my house, moped about as I changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts to be more comfortable, and then completed some much needed yard work as an excuse to stay outside while I waited for Violet to return home. I had caught my reflection in one of the windows to the enclosed front porch of the house as I trimmed around the sidewalk, and I stopped to contemplate my actions for a moment as I cursed myself for seeming so desperate. I finished the trimming in the front yard regardless, and I found myself smiling broadly once more as I noticed Violet pull in across the street. I turned off the weed-whacker and watched her for a moment while she exited her car, retuned around, and then bent back into the car to retrieve her phone, a coffee mug, and an over-size work purse.

I found my smile grew wider as I looked over her ass bent high in the air, clad in a long, tight skirt which flowed to just past her knees, revealing her knee-high leather heeled boots, as she bent to retrieve the items. I waved silently, seeing that she was still speaking to someone on her phone as she straightened herself and turned. I looked over how the skirt clung to her wide hips, and narrowed gracefully around her knees just enough for her confident stride to not be effected. She wore a sweater that looked like it was only kept closed by the belt wrapped around her waist over it, and I smirked to myself as I fantasized about untying her belt to see if that was the case. The sweater seemed loose on her and had a deep neckline, but it did nothing to showcase her large, firm chest, and she wore a silk scarf around her neck to limit the amount of skin shown; pure class. I wondered if any of her co-workers knew just how kinky she could be as Violet smiled at me, holding out her free hand, extending all of her fingers, and mouthed 'five minutes?' in my direction. I nodded as I shrugged—as if she would not be able to tell that I was excited to have her over again—and I pointed to the backyard over my shoulder, happy to see her nod in return before she went into her house to put her things down.

I put the weed whacker back in my garage, went inside to wash up, and then went out into the backyard, disappointed to see that she had not come over yet. Though the days still felt like summer, the evenings were starting to feel cooler as the sun set, so I decided to build a small fire in my pit to distract myself while trying to set some form of ambiance for the evening. I pulled one of my outdoor wicker sofas over to the pit, and placed the cushions for it on the sofa before I sat and looked up to watch the darkening sky change colors above me while I waited. I heard her footsteps in the grass behind me before she leaned over me, and I smirked to myself as I saw her beautiful face fill my upside-down view. She had pulled her long, red hair back into a tight bun, and she had removed her silk scarf. "You look like such a goober right now." She teased me lightly before she walked around me, and sat beside me handing me an opened beer as she sat.

I rolled my eyes and lowered my face to watch her as she unzipped both of her boots, freed her feet of them, and swung her legs up over across my legs to rest her feet in my lap, leaning her back against the armrest on her side of the sofa. I took a large swig from my beer, but my smile refused to subside. "Fishnets?" I breathed looking over her well toned, curvy legs, and she nodded as she too took a sip from her beer.

"Do you like them?" She purred in a deeply sweet voice.

"You know that I do." I groaned. She took another sip from her beer, and then placed her bottle in the grass beside her. Violet turned to look over the fire before us with a heavy sigh. "Long day?" I asked.

"Don't do that." She giggled to herself as she turned to look at me for a moment. "Work stays at work."

"You don't want to tell me all about your day?" I asked in shock, and she shook her head. "Alright," I breathed, slightly confused having never heard such a testament from a woman before. I put my own beer down in the grass next to my side of sofa, and then settled both of my hands on her legs. "So then, why do I look like a 'goober,' as you put it?"

"Have you seen your face?" She laughed, and I nodded as I conceded.

"That's your fault, you know." I pressed my lips together hard as I started to rub my hands gently up and down her calves and ankles. I heard her sigh again as I picked one of her feet up out of my lap, and began to massage her foot while enjoying the sensation of running my hands over her stockings. "You must have left very early this morning."

"Very late...actually." She corrected me enjoying her massage.

"And why would that have been?" I pressed for an answer.

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep, Gary?" Violet called in her faked sweet voice. I had been told that multiple times by several different women, but most of the things they had claimed to hear from my subconscious were unbelievable at best.

"Did I say something to you in my sleep?" I asked curious. She smiled slightly as she nodded. "Well?"

"Guess."

"I'm not playing that game." I breathed sensing a trap.

"Afraid of admitting something you would not want me to know?" She sighed. "Would you like a hint then?" She teased, her eyes narrowing, continuing without waiting for my answer. "Let's see...something about...companionship...or...no...more than that..."

"About that," I cleared my throat, cutting her off as I put her foot back down in my lap gently before I turned to look at her, "there are one or two things I think we should discuss." She turned her head while she watched me as if she could not believe what I had said before she lifted her foot I had not attended to, rolled her ankle a few times, and then crossed her legs in my lap to place her unmassaged foot to rest over the other. "Would my baby-girl like her other foot rubbed too?" I laughed jokingly as I watched her, and she hummed in agreement. "I get an answer to a question first then; an honest answer."

"And what would that question be?" She breathed, watching me intently as if she was holding back anger felt from my mocking question.

"What is this to you?" She laughed at me. "Honestly?" I pushed, and she smiled warmly for me.

"Are you hoping that I say something more involved than just a really convenient fuck-buddy set-up?" Violet smirked, but her smile faded quickly as she studied my reaction.

I laughed, but the laugh was directed more at myself while I felt my mind battle over whether it felt disappointment or relief from her answer. "That's actually, exactly what I wanted to hear." I sighed still unsure.

"Then you are in luck, and should take no offence to the times I decide to come and go. Now...I believe there was a service offered for that answer." She teased as she rolled her ankle again, and I nodded as I quickly began to massage her foot as promised. Violet sighed lightly as she rested the side of her head against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. I slowed my hands, taking my time to run them back up over her legs across my lap as I watched her relax, completely comfortable next to me until one of my callused hands caught on her stockings.

"Sorry," I cleared my throat, "I know my hands are rough." She smiled warmly; keeping her eyes closed, and shook her head.

"Never apologize for that, Gary," she breathed, "I enjoy those hands of yours immensely." I had been staring at her in awe when she opened her beautiful pale blue eyes again, and she started to laugh at me once more as I came into focus for her. "And right back to looking like a goober, I see," she teased me, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I am absolutely amazed at how incredibly comfortable you are with all of this." She shrugged, but her eyes remained playful as I explained myself. "You were more than comfortable last night to tell me what turns you on...you were comfortable to tell me what your favorite positions were, what you wanted me to do to you, what you absolutely did not what me to do to you...how aggressive you wanted me to be, how aggressive you were; I've meet women twice your age that would have blushed just over the idea of explaining what they expected from their partner, and then would have refused to actually tell their partner what they wanted."

"That's unfortunate." She giggled showing off those adorable dimples. For a moment I had forgotten where I was going with my rant as I lost myself in her distracting dimples. "Is that more the type of woman that you are used to fooling around with then: someone more shy and timid?" She teased me, and I nodded. She contemplated my response for a moment while she played with the ends of her belt tied around her sweater. "It seems like you're trying to hide some kind of stress, Gary," she teased sweetly, "or perhaps anxiety? I don't mean to cause you any kind of stress or anxiety; I could fix that for you." I stopped breathing as I caught that naughty look flash across the playfulness in her eyes.

I took a deep breath and swallowed it as I forced myself to stay seated. "I was trying to have a real conversation with you."

"Well now, that is also unfortunate." She giggled as she untied the belt around her sweater. For a moment I was angry with myself that I had not moved sooner as I had wanted to untie that belt for myself, but I sat still, transfixed, as her sweater opened and fell to either side of her curvaceous body to reveal a black lacy tank-top beneath it. I could see her pale skin through the fabric, and I marveled at the way her black bra created the perfect amount of cleavage as it forced her large breasts together.

"Real question this time:" she giggled, watching me, "why can you not just accept the idea of a young woman wanting to occasionally fuck your brains out, without having to qualify that desire?" I shook my head uncertain of an answer for her, and she pulled her long, thick legs back from my lap. She moved quickly to stand before I could grab hold of her legs to pull her back to me, but she stopped herself once she stood. My eyes traced the curve of her ass against her tight skirt once she allowed for her sweater to fall free from her body, and I was surprised to see her hands reach behind her to unzip her skirt for me as I watched.

"What are you doing?" I gasped as she pushed the skirt down from her waist, and rocked her hips from side to side to allow for the skirt to fall completely down her body. She stepped out of her skirt and left it in the grass as I smiled to myself noticing the faint pink mark of a palm print left by my hand on one of her pale, plump cheeks. Her stockings were thigh highs, held against her legs by garters from a garter belt that she wore, and there was no trace of panties as my eyes scanned over every inch of that gloriously firm ass. I thought to reach out to grab her hips to pull her back into my lap, but she quickly moved to sit beside me again.

"You haven't answered, and you haven't moved. If you're not going to play with me," she breathed as she laid back to rest her head on the armrest of the sofa, gracefully swinging one of her legs up over the back of the sofa while placing the other back across my lap, "I guess it's up to me to play with myself." My mouth fell into a crooked, confused smile as I watched her start to run her hands over her large breasts jealous that her hands were not mine. My eyes did not move from her hands as they began to slowly work their way down her body; my smile grew wider as she confirmed for me that panties had in fact been forgotten, or at least discarded before her arrival to my yard. I felt myself stir as her finger tips ran across each of her inner thighs, but I was suddenly made hyper aware of the fact that we were outside in my backyard, and I looked around as if expecting to see the rest of our neighbors all looking over my fence for their own chance to see her magnificent body.

"Are you afraid someone is going to catch you out here watching me like this?" She breathed seductively, and I turned back to her in time to watch her suck on several of her fingers before she placed them to either side of her clit, parting her lips slightly. She began to run her middle finger in soft circles against her clit as I watched, unable to process what was happening. I looked up into her lust-filled eyes and groaned deeply as I realized she was staring right back at me, watching me intently while she fingered herself. "If you were caught," she growled playfully as she allowed for her fingers to slowly travel further south between her lips, "how long do you think, would it take before you were known as the dirty old man of the neighborhood?"

"You want to play that way?" I asked her in surprise as I watched her slowly insert her fingers into her pussy. My little tease; she had admitted last night that she had thoroughly enjoyed purposely working me up until I was unable to control myself, and that she liked how forceful her teasing had subsequently made my actions.