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I live in an apartment complex, and my neighbors owned the place across from us solely for the purpose of weekend stays during football season. They were alumni of the university, and college football seemed to be the highlight of their autumn. The summer previous to this one they appeared on a few random occasions. So we weren’t too surprised to see the woman who lived there show up in her car one day. But we were surprised to see her alone and at the pool. She came through the gate wearing a thick, red silk robe, and settled into a spot in the corner. She took off the robe, revealing a modest black bikini. She also wore a big hat and sunglasses, remaining mostly candid in the corner chair, while Jake and I whispered back and forth about whether that was her or not. I had only seen her in glimpses with her husband, on Friday afternoons when they were dragging luggage into their apartment, or when heading out to the games. They were in their early forties; a good looking couple with kids at middle school age. Until that afternoon, we had never realized what a body she had. We wanted to know if that was her, so finally we decided to run the tried and true strategy of losing a football. We made it bounce into her corner, and I hopped out to grab it. She looked away from her book and lowered her sunglasses. “Hey there,” she said. “Hi… you’re our neighbor right?” “I sure am. I’m Jessie Swan,” she held out her hand. I leaned forward and grabbed her hand. “I’m Kevin. But…Swan? I thought I remember a different…” “Yeah, well, last names change sometimes,” she smiled. “Speaking of which, I might be spending a good bit more time at my apartment from now on. I hope you don’t mind having a neighbor around.” “Oh,” I said, thinking about what it meant that her last name changed. “No. We like having neighbors around. It gets kind of lonely in our corner of the complex. No one else lives around here, you know?” I looked back at Jake, still waiting on me. “Okay, well he’s waiting on me. Good to see you again, Ms. Swan.” “Oh just call me Jessie. I’m not your teacher!” I chuckled. “Sure thing.” Later on that day, I told Jake about the remark Jessie had made about her name; how she had cut me off so harshly. We both agreed that she must have recently divorced her husband. Jake, of course, with his ever horny mind jumped straight to the conclusion that, “You should try to bang her.” I know he would have tried Anadolu Yakası Escort it himself if he didn’t have a girlfriend, and whenever he sees an opportunity for me to hit on a girl, he gets excited to push me into it. At first I thought nothing of it and didn’t want to get in Jessie’s way. But over the next week, I started to wonder… I saw her when I was heading out to work in the morning. She was walking back from the mailbox, wearing the same robe. That was the first time I ever got a good look at her. She had a much more friendly face that I expected. She smiled and said, “Hey!” in a delighted voice—never cared to brush away the locks of dirty blonde hair draped over one of her eyes. She was about two inches shorter than me, and had a body that was somewhere between toned and curvy. We got into a bit of small talk while standing out there on the sidewalk, and next thing I know she trails inside her apartment, saying, “Come on in if you got a couple of minutes.” I could tell, from all the stuff in her living room, that she was in the process of moving in, but I held off on broaching the topic. The other thing I noticed was a super strong smell of something baked, and good coffee. She offered me some coffee and a muffin, which I put in my travel cup, so that I could be heading out. I told her my whole situation, that Jake and I had graduated last spring, but were still living in town for the next year at least. “So you’re what, twenty-two?” “Twenty-three actually,” I said. “Just had a birthday last week.” She smiled. “Well, you’re older than you look.” “Thanks, I guess.” “I’ll make you a cake for your birthday.” “Oh—you don’t have to.” “Are you sure? It can be a neighborly thing. As you can see, I love to bake.” Go on. Take the damn cake! I imagined Jake yelling at me if I didn’t respond to what I thought might be Jessie flirting with me. So I told her, “Sure—if you want to surprise me with something.” “I definitely will!” I still couldn’t wrap my head around thinking of her as a friend, someone on a first name basis with me. I’m in that weird stage in my life where some adults are my peers and others are still an authoritative figure to me. Ms. Swanson, or Jessie, seemed too old to be my peer, but the way she treated me like a friend made her irresistible. She was definitely open to conversation. I couldn’t read her intentions beyond that. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan A couple days later we talked a bit while she was walking her dog and I was sitting on the small patio area of my apartment. I told her I make use of the space out there a lot because our walls are thin and my roommate plays annoying dubstep music all the time. Her immediate response was, “Well you can always hide out in my living room if I’m home. I’m a quiet person.” She shot me a wink that made my stomach churn. “I might,” I said. The next day she saw me again while walking her dog, but in a much different context. Other than her, no one lives on our end of the apartment complex, so I had never developed very private habits as far as my window blinds go. I walked out of my bathroom naked and checked my phone, then noticed that she was out there with a clear view at what I was doing. She may have even been staring at me. I covered my junk at first, but I didn’t really want to walk away from the moment. She laughed, then gave me a devilish wink and waved at me. I gave her a look like I had accepted being caught naked, and waved back with both hands. After that I had to close my blinds, because I didn’t want her to see that I was springing a massive boner! I sat on my bed and jacked myself off like a teenager. Every time I thought of running into Jessie and hatching a conversation that would land me on her bed, I popped a massive boner that I couldn’t keep down. I was coming up on the one year mark of the last time I had slept with a girl, so the urge to sleep with Jessie was major. The next time I saw her, I asked her what she thought of catching me naked. She remained candid and told me she didn’t mind if my blinds were open more often. On the following Thursday night, there was a loud knock at my door. She asked me to come in her apartment and help her with something. Two minutes later, we were sitting on her floor looking at the instructions for the bookshelf she had bought. I was wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts—no underwear. Not the best outfit for assembling furniture, and definitely not something that can hide a boner. But I didn’t care if I got a boner at this point. At the worst, I’d be a little embarrassed. She was wearing workout clothes and said she had just come from the gym. She poured herself a big glass of wine then sat down on the Escort Anadolu Yakası floor next to me and joked about how hard the instructions were. We both laughed about it, but I look a more serious look at them and started to figure the thing out. “You look like you’re on a roll,” she got up. “If you don’t mind I’m going to go rinse off,” she said. “It’ll just be five minutes—not even washing my hair.” “No problem,” I said. And in an instant, I was alone in her living room, wondering what was going on. And it smelled absolutely fantastic in there. I peaked at the kitchen and saw that the oven was on, and there were a couple of plates with cupcakes and muffins on them. This woman really did love to bake. While she was showering she sang to her heart’s content. I had the bookshelf half assembled when I heard her unmuted voice from the hall. “You don’t have to bother with that thing if it’s a pain in the ass.” I looked at her, and a shot of adrenaline went through me. She was wearing that same silk robe—tied quite loosely around her waist this time. “You ready for me to surprise you with your birthday cake?” “Is that what smells so good in here?” I sat on the couch while she brought the whole cake around to the coffee table, along with whip cream and a jar of cherries. It was a beautifully crafted chocolate cake with a huge layer of icing all around. She went back into the kitchen to get a pot of tea and honey. “The tea and the cake have to go together,” she said. She stood across from me and bent over to slice the cake. Her boobs were hanging out of the robe so much that I could see both her nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes away, even though the sight made my dick start to swell up so much that I probably couldn’t hide it. I complimented the cake, and she talked about her baking hobby, while cutting another slice for herself and pouring the tea. I barely heard a word. I thought to myself, ‘She must realize her boobs are fully visible to me…’ That, along with her freshly showered scent, and the first taste of the cake… I was mesmerized. She sat close to me on the couch, with her legs curled up, leaning on her arm so that her front side was pointed right at me. I tried to catch a glimpse between her legs, to see if she was wearing panties, but the most I could see was halfway up her thighs. Perhaps she was quite tipsy already, but she was in high spirits that night. She cracked a few jokes while we talked and asked me about my job. The age difference between us had completely melted away. “Try this with whip cream on it, seriously,” she said. My plate was empty and on the coffee table. “I’m too comfortable like this,” I said. “All the tea and cake have me chilled out. The opposite of what they do to you, obviously.” She chuckled.

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