This story happened around fifteen years after my wife Karen had died. She had died of an unwanted abortion together with our unborn little daughter. I’d been to her gravestone at the cemetery once a week ever since. After she had died I never got into a new relationship, it was as though I had totally lost interest in women.
My name is Marc; I’m 5’9”, something like 165 Lbs. I’m a well built sports man working as medical consultant for a greater drug Inc. Some sort of a boring job. I still live in the same domicile I did with Karen only that I have lived in that family home alone ever since.
I was 46 when suddenly something unforgettable was about to occur.
The house next door had been empty for some years and finally there was a family about to move in. It was just a lady of my age and her daughter.
I was sitting sunbathing in an easy chair outside as I saw the mother getting on her new garden for the first time. I somehow couldn’t turn away my eyes from her. She was really good looking for her mature age. But when her daughter came into view I almost swallowed my tongue. She was the cutest little thing I could ever have imagined and at the same time a smoking hot babe. I swallowed hard when they both came up to the garden fence to greet me. I joined in and tried my best not to stare anywhere impolite.
“Hi there, I’m Rosalyn and this is my daughter Denise she just turned sixteen last week” the mother said in a very kind way.
I gave my best not to have a shrieking voice. “Oh, happy birthday then. My name’s Marc. Nice to meet you two.”
We shook hands, sort of usual polite stuff but I couldn’t help noticing Denise’s smooth and soft skin. My heart took a good leap as she smiled at me and thanked me for my birthday wishes. I had never been so ensorcelled by a young teenage girl and it made me somehow feel a bit like an old lusting geezer.
“Pull yourself damn together, ol’ perv!!” I thought smiling back at the young lady.
My inner fight was abruptly stopped by Rosalyn’s voice: “We’re gonna live here for some time. It’s just a matter of feeling good in this place or not. We’ve been moving around since Denise’s father dumped me for some twenty year-old blonde porn slut but we never found any new place that felt like home again.”
“Oh, I see. I’m really sorry about that. I know some people can be damn jerks” I said still absorbed by the beauty of her daughter. I tried to change the subject: “Hey, how about dinner at my place tonight? Since I’m alone anyway I wouldn’t be bothered to have company.”
“Yeah sure thing, right Mom?” Denise said before her mother could answer anything.
Both Rosalyn and I had to laugh about her daughter’s overhasty reaction.
“Do you have any preferences?” I asked.
“Nope, as long as you don’t serve us beetroot” Denise replied.
Rosalyn added: “Same for me.”
“Alright then. Meet up at my place at seven, ok?”
Both of my new neighbors seemed looking forward to our first real meeting.
It was already 4 p.m. and I had to get the dinner from the groceries store. I had after all these years of solitude become a quite good chef. By the time Karen was alive I didn’t bother about any meal at all because she had always done everything in the kitchen. After she had passed I first had to learn how to cook for I’d REALLY sucked. After a short time already I had turned up to be a quite talented cook though and I was learning really fast.
So for this evening I planned to make some real good Paella.
At 7 p.m. sharp I heard the doorbell ring. I opened up the door. As I saw my two neighbors standing in front of me my eyes popped open as if they had wanted to jump out. Rosalyn had put on a black gown that formed her body at the right places and made her look at least ten years younger. I started asking myself how stupid any reasonable man had to be to dump a woman so good looking in her late forties. Standing next to her was Denise. This was the first time I looked at her closer.
She was around 5’4”, 34B/C-26-37 by visual judgment, eyes blue like a mountain lake and curly natural sandy blonde hair. Her evening dress was emphasizing her curves and making her young tits and her firm ass stand out, almost begging to catch the looks of everyone around.
“That’s some real hot stuff…” I thought before exposing my mind to my own mental machine gun again.
“Come on in. Don’t be shy, I won’t bite you” I said smiling at my guests. “May I offer you something to drink?”
“Do you have white Martini?” The mother asked.
“Yeah, sure. And for the young lady?”
“Same over here please” Denise said with sparkling eyes.
I was a bit confused. “Do you allow her to drink, Rosalyn?” I asked her mother before saying anything stupid or wrong.
“Sure. I don’t see the point of forbidding teenagers to drink if they get drunk whenever they like by one or another way anyway.” Rosalyn replied as though she had prepared and used that sentence many times before.
“Alright then. Come to the living room and have a sit on the couch. I’ll get your drinks.”
Both of them followed me in the living room and sat on the couch. I opened the cupboard where I stored my drinks.
“Want some ice cubes, ladies?”
“Nope, no ice for me but put some in for Mom” Denise said.
I looked to them and her mother only nodded.
I took a Martini on ice as well and handed them over their glasses.
“You live here alone, you said earlier?” Rosalyn asked.
“Yeah. I lived here with my wife before she died almost sixteen years ago.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.” She said sincerely.
“No it’s ok. I mean, it’s already sixteen years ago.”
We had a nice chat for a while before passing to dinner. Denise was sitting quietly smiling beside me and listening to our conversation without saying a word. It wasn’t that kind of forced awkward hush coming from her it was kind of more an educated and polite silence. Sometimes I thought catching her checking me out intensely but didn’t pay any further attention to it.
We had a great time together. We mostly talked about the neighborhood and the local area, nothing special to think about. Since we got along quite well I also agreed to receive Denise whenever she was alone or wanted to come over.
A few days passed without anything special happening until Thursday. I made my usual weekly visit to the graveyard, put some fresh flowers on my wife’s tomb and took away the older bunches. On the way back home I saw a girl walking slowly on the sidewalk. As my car came closer to her I recognized Denise only wearing some sort of short gym suit that didn’t leave that much imagination to her curves. I stopped.
“Hey Denise! I’m just on the way home. Wanna come in for a ride?”
She smiled at me sweetly. “If you ask so nicely, I’d be stupid to say no.”
She got in and sat right next to me on the front seat.
“What are you doing dressed up like that in the late afternoon all alone on the street?” I asked her a bit accusing.
“I’ve got some workout till 5.30 on Thursday s and since it’s summer I didn’t bother to bring any backup clothes” she replied politely.
“I see… You sure look great in that dress, Denise.”
“Oh, thanks, Marc. Call me Den, if you like but don’t pronounce it in front of my mother, she doesn’t like shortened names” she said winking and putting her index finger on her lips.
“Alright then, Den.”
“And where are you coming from?” she asked.
“I’m coming from the cemetery. I go there every Thursday afternoon and put some new flowers on the gravestone of my wife” I answered.
“Are you still sad sometimes that she died?”
“It’s been such a long time since she passed. She died of an involuntary abortion along with our unborn daughter. Our daughter would be of your age now. Who knows, maybe you would have become real good friends. But sometimes, yeah, it all comes down on me again and I can’t hold back the tears anymore. Yes, even old stuff like me can cry like a little child sometimes.”
“Sorry to bother you with unpleasant questions.”
“Hey, no need to be sorry. It’s no big deal, you know?”
A few moments of silence passed before she bit her under lip and looked at me shyly.
“Everything alright, Den?” I asked her.
“Can I call you Markie?” she asked barely forming the words correctly.
I had to laugh about that. “And that’s what you’re being so shy for? You don’t need to be shy in front of me at all, Den” I told her still being all smiles. I patted her head.
“Markiiiie” she said in a childish innocent voice. “I’m cold may I get a bit closer to you?”
She put her head on my shoulder and I put my right arm around her. She was truly shivering so I rubbed her a little.
“Thanks Markie. Then tell me… Have you ever had another woman since?” She wondered.
I quickly looked into her eyes and back on the road. “No, not that I’m not interested in girls, I really am, but I guess I somehow could not afford to forget Karen entirely.”
“So you didn’t have any sex since, I guess” Denise asked eagerly.
I confusedly glimpsed at her. “You’re a bit nosy for your age, are you?”
She grinned widely. “Yes I am. Are you telling me?”
“Uh… What the hell… No I haven’t had any lady in my bed ever since.”
“So your wife must have been everything for you, right?”
“Yes, she was. It took me very long to get over her death. I was very close to end my life often enough. But like you see I’ve afforded to get more or less over it. The hardest thing was to get any solace. The only person who could have comforted me in my darkest moments would have been Karen and no one else. So since she was gone I was totally left alone with no one to talk with. It took me a lot to get me back to normal life.”
“Oh, I bet you did.” Denise said with honest pity in her voice.
“My turn to ask you questions…” I said changing the subject abruptly. “Have you got a boyfriend?”
“Nope, I never had a real one.”
“You gotta be kidding me. A drop dead gorgeous girl like you and no boyfriend?”
“Hey… You’re making me feel embarrassed.” She almost shrieked her face red as a tomato causing me to giggle.
“I’m just being honest with you, hon.”
“Well, I appreciate that.” She replied a bit more confidently.
“So no boyfriend… But you must have dated some, right?”
“Yeah, but they all dumped me after a while because we were moving to another place.”
“Damn jerks. How could you dump a girl only because she’s moving to some different place? That ought to be hard I guess.”
“Well, I never had a chance to get too close with them.” She sighed. “But I don’t mind, honestly because I’m waiting for the right guy to take me out, to love me, to have sex with me.” As she said that she had a soft dreamy expression in her eyes.
“That’s really sweet, you know? I think it’s very important to lose your virginity to the right guy and not just some random lusting stud. I’ve lost my virginity when I was 19. It was the first night together with Karen. She was actually my first great love, my first girlfriend and my first and only wife. And I never regretted anything of all I have done with her.” I told remembering a few moments of my life with Karen.
Denise was surprised about all I had just told her: “Wow, this is really remarkable.”
“Well thanks, hon. It’s what we both wanted and it worked out really well. Tell me… Do you fancy someone?”
Denise got all shy and a little red again.
“I guess this means yes. I’m not gonna ask for his name cuz you might melt away from embarrassment.” I said playfully getting a poke from Denise for being a bit bold.
We arrived at our destination in the next instant. I stopped the car right before the entrance to her garden. Denise hugged me closely and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thanks for the ride, Markie” she said smiling and waving her hand.
“Sorry I didn’t shave my beard today.” I replied causing her to giggle.
As she walked to her home I couldn’t help looking at her sweet tush. Again I had to force myself to look away and come back to earth.
The same evening I was watching TV in my bedroom upstairs. My bedroom had a window from where I could see the neighbor’s house. There was a window as well. As I turned off the TV to get to bed I took a look out of the window to the other side. What came to my view struck me like lightning: I realized it was Denise’s room I was looking in as I saw her getting undressed and ready for bed. She didn’t seem to realize there was someone watching her. Luckily I had already turned off the lights and she couldn’t see me at all.
She took off her top. She wasn’t really doing it too fast. It was as though she was stripping for the invisible audience. Then she unclasped her bra and let it glide slowly down her stomach. Her breasts were a total eye-catcher. Firm, perfectly round, with small perky nipples, no sag at all. I couldn’t make the slightest move for I was so attracted by the sight of that young beauty getting naked. Next she unbuttoned her pants and let them fall on the ground. My mind had a total blackout as I caught a sight of her black laced thong tracing perfectly the crack of her nearly bare tush. Her whole body seemed so naturally perfect as if she was born with an obligation to be beautiful.
Suddenly the light got off in her room. The first move I afforded to make came after five minutes. All I cared about in that moment was to jerk off my raging hard-on.
I felt like releasing an immense amount of retained lust, like jacking off a mountain of testosterone caught in a nearly impenetrable web.
The next day Rosalyn was out for some business trip and she wouldn’t come home until the day after. So according to our deal I was in charge to take care of Denise. Alright then, I thought when I got back from work. I had stopped working a little earlier to be able to receive her. She came like she had said in the morning around 4.30 in the afternoon. As she rang at the door and I…
