Through the Window

It was raining again the droplets smacking against the glass of his home office window with sharp rapping sounds like a hundred tiny fists demanding to be let inside. David Gilroy stood holding his coffee cup and staring out at the gray, hazy day. He lifted the cup to his lips blowing lightly on the steaming liquid to cool it. The dark day perfectly fit his mood. He had awoken early as had become his custom in recent years though he was no morning person. It was nice to get in a few moments of peace before his day began to unfold.

"David?" came a weak voice from the other room.

David winced at the sound and immediately regretted his first visceral reaction. He turned and retraced his steps back to the master bedroom that he had left an hour earlier. In the dim light, he could just make out the form of his wife lying motionless on the bed. The light switch on the wall was a knob, and he made sure to set it to its lowest intensity as he turned it providing just enough illumination to dispel the darkness.

"I'm here, Barbara, are you o.k.?"

"Thirsty..." she croaked.

He walked over to the bedside table fetching the glass of water that sat there, and carefully held it to her lips.

"Slow and easy...Don't want you to choke..." he said. It was an instruction that had taken on the feeling of a mantra after months of being repeated.

The I.V. bottle that was attached to Barbara's arm needed changing. David had become so practiced at the routine now that he fancied he could have a second career as a nurse when this was all over. His wife sighed when he slipped the needle into her arm. The art of finding a vein was getting trickier. She was black and blue from many previous insertions.

He started to speak, to tell her about the rain, but she was already sleeping again her chest rising and falling rhythmically before his eyes. Taking a breath himself, David backed out of the room quietly pulling the door partly closed in his wake.

This had been his life for so long he struggled to remember a time when that wasn't the case. The cancer had come like a thief in the night stealing away with his wife's vitality. Barbara had become a shell of the woman he once knew, and it ate at him daily while he watched her fade.

By the time he returned to his office the rain had started to slow down barely registering a sound now on the glass. He was able to see out more clearly with its passing. The vanishing haze peeled back to reveal the house next door a two-story colonial style that mirrored the architecture and design of his own. There was something that definitely had not been there before the storm. A large moving truck was parked in front of the house.

David took a sip of his coffee contemplating the vehicle as its occupants spilled out and walked to the side to open the wide delivery door. The house next door had been unoccupied for more than a year since the old couple that had lived there previously had retired and moved to Florida. The movers were starting to haul furniture off the truck straining with the weight of their many burdens. The furniture was very nice many of the pieces looking like antiques or at least very good reproductions. David continued to observe the goings on wondering who had purchased the home. As it turned out, his curiosity was soon satisfied when a large, dark-colored SUV pulled into the driveway. Three people exited the vehicle. The first two were a husband and wife pairing each taking the others hand while they walked toward the front door, but his attention wasn't on them for long. The final occupant to leave the vehicle caught David's eye and drew his focus solely to her.

The coffee cup that he had been holding found itself on the window sill all but forgotten while David stared down his heart speeding up in his chest. Given his experience, he had certainly observed many beautiful women in his life, but there was something about this young lady that captured his attention. It might have been her striking resemblance to his wife at the same age, and he guessed this stranger to be in her late teens perhaps eighteen or nineteen. She was about five-foot-six inches or so with brunette hair that leaned toward the reddish with its many auburn highlights. He watched as she started walking in her parent's wake, but she stopped halfway across the well-manicured lawn and turned giving him an even better view of her face. Her fair skin was flawless with dark eyes that reflected the faint light outside. Whomever this girl was she was wearing a jacket that covered her body, but David could still make out the swell of what he inferred were some very firm breasts pushing outward. A smile danced on her perfect, soft looking pink lips. She had a wide, generous mouth that seemed tailor-made for kissing. Davids' hands trembled slightly as this paragon of beauty turned away and walked into the house.

Almost as soon as she passed out of his line of sight David starting feeling guilty. He had no business leering at some young woman old enough to be his grand-daughter. The calendar on the wall was marked with his approaching sixtieth birthday making him at least forty plus years older than this mystery woman. He did understand the attraction he was feeling at least intellectually. It had been years since the last time he had enjoyed sex with anyone other than himself. Barbara's failing health had seen their sex life essentially end long ago still that didn't excuse the morally questionable feelings he was having right now.

While David struggled with his libido, his eyes picked up movement in the window of the room opposite to his own. A second later, that very same young woman appeared in the frame. She was looking out with her hands in her pockets glancing around at the ground below before she flicked her gaze upward and found David. She smiled a friendly greeting and waved. He froze for a moment before reacting on reflex returning her greeting with a wave of his own. It appeared that her bedroom would be opposite his office.

The young lady vanished the way she came, and after a moment David retrieved his now tepid coffee from where he had left it. His feet made soft sounds on the stairs as he made his way back to the kitchen to freshen his beverage. A knock on the door pulled him away from it, and he sat the cup on the counter.

"Good morning, David," said Dottie. She was his wife's day nurse, and she would be here until dinner time helping out and allowing David time to work.

"God morning, Dottie, it's good to see you."

"How is she this morning?"

"Quiet for the most part. I just changed her I.V."

"Very good. I will wake her in another hour and see if I can get her to eat."

"Thanks. I think I'm going to go for a run now that the rain has stopped."

"That's a good idea. It's important for you to keep your strength up."

"I suppose so..." replied David absently.

The air outside was damp and cool. David dawned a light jacket over his t-shirt to ward away the last vestiges of rain that clung to the air while he ran. He had been quite athletic in his youth and still tried to maintain some semblance of staying in shape. It was a bit of vanity on his part deep down he couldn't stand the thought that he was getting old. Sweat ran down into his eyes as the miles blurred by, and he kept up a steady pace. Truth be told, he still looked good for his age with his hair just beginning to show a few hints of gray. All the years of jogging had allowed him to maintain a weight that was only a few pounds above what he had carried on his frame during his college days.

He turned back down his street having covered a five-mile circle through the neighborhood. When he came into sight of his own house, he was disconcerted to find the young woman he had observed earlier leaning against the back of the SUV in her driveway. David slowed his pace as he approached the end of his run stopping just a few feet away from her.

"Wet day for a run," she observed. Her voice was clear as a church bell with a quality to it that made shivers pass down his spine.

"Yeah, I guess so, but I try to be dedicated."

"I admire that in a man."

David was taken aback by her flirty tone, but he quickly recovered.

"So, I guess I should welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm David...David Gilroy," he said holding out his hand.

"I'm Nora. It's nice to meet you, David."

Her hand was soft and warm in his own. For a moment, he couldn't help but imagine how nice that hand would feel wrapped around his cock. He quickly withdrew his handshake feeling that same surge of guilt that had struck at him while he had looked at Nora from the window.

"How do you like your new home?"

Nora shrugged indifferently, "It's fine I guess. I like my room. It's much bigger than what I had in our old house."

"I guess you will be attending Drake?" he asked naming the local high school.

"No, I graduated last year I'll be starting my freshman year of college in the spring."

David felt vindicated in his ability to estimate a woman's age.

"Well, tell your parents if there is anything I can do to help them settle in just let me know."

"That is very kind of you, David."

"Don't mention it. We neighbors have to stick together," he replied with a laugh.

David moved off heading for his own home, but when he glanced back, he noticed that Nora's eyes had followed him the whole way. She gave him another wave when he reached his porch, and he returned it wondering at her seeming interest.

After checking in with Dottie and finding that his wife was still sleeping David opted to take a shower before starting to work. The water gave off waves of steam that quickly filled the small space in the bathroom. He cleaned his hair first and put on some conditioner letting it set while he soaped up. In his mind, thoughts of his young neighbor started to manifest unbidden. He pictured her in his living room slipping off her rain jacket to reveal a typical Catholic school girl outfit underneath. She smiled crossing the room and closing the distance between them.

David's long-neglected cock began to swell between his legs, and he slipped his soap covered hand over the thick head slowly stroking it.

The movie playing in his head turned more amorous. Nora stepped up to him slipping her arms around his neck, and though he knew it was wrong, he bent down to meet her lips with his own. Her soft mouth covered his perfectly bringing a wet warmth with it. They kissed slowly, and he touched her face with one hand enjoying the feel of her silky smooth skin.

His hand moved faster covering his eight-inch pole completely with slick soap. A low groan escaped his lips while he worked the thick flesh up and down.

Nora was kissing him harder slipping her tongue into his mouth. He returned her French kiss bringing his tongue to hers letting the two swirl together in a passionate embrace. His hands slid down toward her round, firm, young ass squeezing it through her skirt. She moaned into his mouth.

David's balls started to contract and tighten. He shook with a barely restrained need to release. It had been so long...So very long since he had been touched last.

In the daydream, he and his young lover moved back into the living room shedding clothes as they went. The fell naked onto the couch with Nora spreading her legs wide to accept David between them. He could almost feel himself falling forward his massive cock slipping into her tight vagina.

"Ah! FUCK! NORA!" he shouted unable to control his lust. The soapy cock in his palm jerked upward, and long ropes of warm semen exploded from his cum slit covering the bathroom tile in his seed. He came violently over and over until he sagged back against the shower wall momentarily exhausted. Slowly, his mind cleared, and the guilt returned in spades.

"What the hell! David. You're better than this...jerking off to some young girl. I should be ashamed," he thought in disgust.

He finished his shower and dried off.

By the time he had dressed Dottie had gotten his wife fed or at least gotten her to take what little she was willing to down. David checked in briefly and then went to his office to work. The rest of the day passed uneventfully though he did find his concentration broken on several occasions when he caught sight of Nora in her bedroom window unpacking her things. She had shed the jacket that she was wearing earlier and now moved around in a simple white blouse and blue jeans. He stopped typing on his computer to observe her for a moment. She was bending over in front of the window while emptying a box. Her firm, round breasts were set high on her with the same fair skin that marked her face. David felt a twinge of the fiery lust that had filled him in the shower, and he fought it down.

"I think God is torturing me for some past crime," he thought though he had no idea what transgression could warrant this punishment.

It took a mighty effort, but he finally pulled his gaze from Nora's unpacking efforts and got his attention back on his work.

The following day was sunny heralding the end of several days of storms. David sat in his living room reading the morning paper when a knock came at the door. He glanced at his watch thinking that it was too early for Dottie to be here yet. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find his next-door neighbor, Nora, standing there holding a plate of cookies.

"I bake," she said simply holding out the plate.

"I can see that...Um...Do you want to come in?"

"Thank you," she replied stepping off the porch.

Nora was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting cotton shorts and a tank-top that showed off her curvy body. David did his best not to stare while taking the plate from her, but it wasn't easy.

"Thanks. I do love a good, fresh baked cookie."

"I can't vouch for the good part, but they are fresh," remarked Nora with a laugh.

David sampled one and smiled to himself. In addition to her good looks, it appeared that Nora could bake with the best of them.

"These are wonderful."

"I'm glad you like them," she said over her shoulder as she wandered around the living room stopping in front of the fireplace that ran the full length of one wall.

"Is this your wife?" she asked lifting one of the frames that contained a photo of David and Barbara on a trip they took to Mexico many years before her illness had taken hold.

"Yes, that's Barbara. The photo was taken on a trip we took to Mexico."

"Is she home? I would love to meet her."

"I'm sorry. Barbara doesn't see visitors. She...I'm afraid she is very ill."

Nora hesitated embarrassed at stumbling into what was a sensitive subject.

"I'm sorry," she said finally.

"There is nothing to be sorry for you didn't know. She has been sick for a long time."

"You take care of her by yourself?"

"I have a day nurse that helps out so I can get some work done."

"It must be very hard for you."

He was surprised by how much empathy she managed to put into her tone and he smiled.

"It's what I signed on for right? In sickness and in health."

Nora smiled, and David felt himself blush when he realized just how beautiful she looked when she did.

"Easy, David. She's just a kid trying to be nice. Don't be the dirty old man," he silently admonished himself.

"I love your house. It's so old world."

"We used to travel a lot ended up collecting stuff from all over but especially Europe."

Davids' eyes followed Nora as she walked around the room unable to entirely pull his gaze away from her sweet ass when she bent over to examine some books on a low shelf.

"You like early American poetry?"

"Guilty. My mother was a collector, and she got me into it when I was still living at home."

Nora ran her fingers along the spines of several of the books. David wondered if it was possible to be jealous of a book cover.

"Can I get you something to drink? I have some milk that would go well with these cookies."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you."

The two of them sat for the next hour in the kitchen talking about a variety of subjects. Nora was fascinated by David's travels and he, in turn, found her to be a surprisingly well rounded young woman able to hold forth on a variety of subjects.

"This has been such a nice visit I could sit here and talk all day, but I imagine my parents are going to wonder why I'm not helping with the unpacking."

"Yes, of course. Well, Thank you for the cookies and the company. I don't get much of either," admitted David with a hint of sadness that he couldn't hide.

Nora reached out briefly touching the back of his hand with one of her own. The heat coming off her palm sent a tingle through his body.

"If there is anything I can do to help?"

"No, but thank you for offering it's very kind of you."

"I can at least visit occasionally. No one should have to be alone, Mr. Gilroy,"

"Please, call me David."

"David..." she said in her sing-song voice, and he felt his heart lift at the sound.

He shut the door behind her after she left feeling a small patch of happiness. The first he had enjoyed in some years.

The rest of the morning and afternoon were a blur of work and caretaker activities that rapidly eroded whatever joy Nora's visit had brought into the house. By the time night had fallen David was worn thin and feeling a bit sorry for himself again. He stopped in the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey to take the edge off before bed downing it in two large gulps. The fiery liquid burned all the way down. His wife was sleeping as comfortable as she ever did, and David slipped out of his clothes and into a pair of cotton pajama pants pulling on a t-shirt over his still muscular chest. He was just about to join his wife in bed when he noticed that he had left the lamp on in his office across the hall.

He padded over on his bare feet making almost no sound on the hardwood floors. The lamp went off with the click of a button. The room was still lit by the glow of his large screen monitor. A bit of movement beyond the glass of his office window caught his attention, and he moved closer to stare out. He quickly realized it was Nora walking back and forth in front of her bedroom window. He couldn't help but watch as she puttered around her room with her shoulder-length brunette hair falling in waves around her pretty face. She stopped in the middle of the room still in the line of sight of the window, and to David's dismay, she began to undress.

His heart fluttered in his chest as it dawned on him what he was seeing. Nora was apparently getting ready for bed and didn't realize she was being watched. David stood frozen in place while she lifted her tank-top off over her head. She was wearing a lacy white bra underneath that seemed barely able to contain the fair-skinned mounds that strained against it. His mind was filled with a dozen thoughts at the same time, not the least of which was that he had no business standing there like some half-ass peeping tom staring at a girl barely a third of his age. He reached up to close the blinds when Nora suddenly raised her head looking right at him.

David's hand stopped just inches from the string that would have lowered the blinds into place. She could see him standing there, but at least for the moment, she was making no move to get away. He licked his lips unsure of what to do next. It was the oddest of stalemates neither of them moving. Slowly, a smile crossed Nora's face, and she reached down to unbutton her shorts then lowered them to the floor. When her shorts dropped David's heart went with them unable to fathom what he saw he could only stare in shock. Her panties matched her bra all lacy and almost virginally white.

Nora was moving stepping closer to the window while her arms slipped around behind her back, and with casual ease she unhooked her bra rolling her shoulders forward to push it from her body. David's eyes grew wide as saucers at the sight in front of him. Her tits were the most perfect pair he had ever seen sitting high on her chest. They were far bigger than his wife's as large as two cantaloupes with dusky pink areolas and thick nipples that stood outward swollen and aroused. He finally took her lead and started to untie the string holding his cotton pants in place. A part of him couldn't believe this was happening. That he must be dreaming seemed the only logical explanation, but if this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.