The Good Neighbor

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Savannah was ravishing once. She used to have raven hair and dark skin to match. She used to relish the looks when men did their best not to stare at her large heaving breasts. Savannah looked at herself in the mirror and although she was no longer that young vivacious girl she still believe she had it. Her hair was still silky and smooth, her skin may have of had a few wrinkles but nothing to offensive to the eye. And her body, even though she had raised her children her body was still tone and tight. Her large breasts even resisted the urge to droop down. Savannah looked at her body and smiled. It was all still there. Then envy of other woman and the desire of every man.
Savannah closed up her robe, hiding her naked body and turned away from her full length mirror. Yes that was still true, she thought, except that her husband didn’t seem to notice anymore. Savannah thought about the past morning, she woke up before him and made his coffee. By the time he had gotten out of bed there was an entire breakfast on the table waiting for him. He scarfed it down and left the house for work without as much as a glance at her. A thank you would be nice, she thought. An I love you maybe down right impossible.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat in her living, staring outside the window. She sipped the hot bitter coffee and thought about her life. How did she end up here? Her children had all moved on; she might get a call or card on her birthday or mother’s day. And her husband whose life had turned into nothing but an endless pursuit of his work. Leaving first thing in the morning and not returning until after she had fallen asleep.
A knot in her stomach turned as she thought about him being gone. She knew the truth. It wasn’t work that kept him away. It was someone else. Another younger woman. She didn’t know who she was. Maybe she was a younger version of her, same dark hair and large breasts. Are maybe she was a pale red head. Or maybe he went for a blonde this time.
She didn’t know and the more she really thought about it, she didn’t care. She knew and he knew she knew. They both put up this façade but why? Who was it for? Maybe they were too far into their routines to really want to leave it.
Savannah sat her black painted toes on an ottoman. She took a long sip of her coffee, feeling the warm drink fill her body with life. She looked out the window and that’s when she noticed Eric walk out of his house. Eric at one point the little boy on the street but he had grown up. She watched Eric get pulled out of his house by a large dog and chuckled as he tried to control him.
Eric was in his early twenties now, he was tall and skinny. A lanky young man that with bright red hair. He was kind of goofy, probably didn’t get too much of a second look at by women his age. But he was still handsome in his own way. High cheek bones, red hair that she wanted to run her hands through, and as he passed the house she noticed not a bad butt on him either.
Savannah watched the young man get drug down the street by the dog until he eventually turned a corner out of sight. Savanah kept her eyes fixed on that location that she last saw him. Thinking about that boy. Savannah was startled to notice that her robe had fallen open, her left breast was exposed and her hand was slowly sliding its way down her stomach.
She quickly covered herself up and walked to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet. What had come over her? Was she so starved for attention that the young kid from down the street was turning her on?
Savannah tried to shake this idea from her head but she began to mull over the possibilities. What was the harm? Her husband got to have his fun, why couldn’t she? What if she did bring that young man into her house and showed him the time of his life?

“Good morning, Eric,” Savannah said, sitting on her front porch as the young man walked past.
“Hello. How are you?” He asked waving to her.
“I’m well,” she took a sip of her coffee. “Are you busy this morning?”
“I just was walking the dog. Not really, I don’t work until about three,” he said.
“Do you think you can do me a favor? When you’re done with your walk?”
“Of course,” Eric said. “Let me just get him home and I’ll come by.”

“Come up here,” Savannah said to Eric, leading the young man upstairs. She deliberately swung her round ass as he followed her. A couple times she “accidently” raised her robe, giving him a little peak of her upper legs. She laughed thinking he was probably too modest to look. She led the young man into her bed room.
“There,” she pointed to a love seat in the corner. “Do you think you can move that for me?”
“You want me to move it downstairs,” he asked.
“No, sweetie,” she laughed and rubbed his arm. “Just slide it over a little bit. I want it closer to the window.”
“Oh, yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem,” Eric took the chair and slide it with ease about three feet until it was next to the window. It slide with almost no resistance that he wondered if she really couldn’t have done this. “There you go.”
“Thank you so much,” she said rubbing his arms. “You’re my big strong hero.”
“It was nothing,” Eric said and as his face flushed bright red.
“Why Eric,” Savannah said rubbing her hand in his hair. “Your face is about as bright red as your hair.”
“Oh, is it. I’m sorry,” Eric said.
“It’s ok,” She said as she continuing to run her hands in his hair and then down his arms. “I’m flattered.”
He stood there for a minute as she slowly worked her hands up and down his arms, gently running her finger tips over his skin. She wondered what was racing through his mind. Did he know what she had planned for him? She watched as one of his arms pulled away and covered his crotch.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” the word squeaked out of his mouth. “I should probably get going.”
Savannah continued rubbing his arms, she slide her hand down his arm until she got to his wris

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Written by simontrentstories
Hochgeladen July 10, 2020
Notes A neglected house wife has some fun with the neighbor.
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