The past year had been a difficult one for Matt Shultz. His wife of thirty-two years, Trisha, lost her two-year battle with pancreatic cancer in January. Matt’s youngest child, Grant, graduated from college in May and took a job in New York City. And his oldest, Cheryl, moved from nearby Palo Alto to Austin, Texas, with her husband and Matt’s only grandchild, Gunner.
Over the Fourth of July weekend, he decided to retire “ASAP” and make a change himself. He and Trisha had always talked about retiring to the up-and-coming wine region of California, Oak Valley. He started doing some considerable research about the area, housing costs, age demographics, and new subdivisions.
Matt made his first fact-finding trip to Oak Valley on the first weekend in August. He had a lengthy list of things he wanted to do and see, including spending time in various parts of town to get a feel for the city outside the wineries and tasting rooms, and meeting with a real estate agent.
After returning home, he quietly started making plans for his move. In early September, he purchased a house he toured in a new subdivision. With the help of his real estate agent and an old college fraternity brother who lived in Oak Valley, he found a new bank, doctors, and a church. Finally, in mid-September, he submitted his resignation letter, stating that his last day would be October seventh, one day past his sixtieth birthday. Matt would have a total of thirty-five years with the California Department of Parks and Recreation. Based on his age and years of service, he qualified for the maximum state pension.
In mid-October, Matt arrived in Oak Valley. He first met his agent, Jenny Lee, at the title company, where he signed documents for his house. He hurried over to his new home to meet the crew from Bekins Moving. They didn’t have much to deliver furniture-wise, but a lot of cardboard boxes containing everything else. As the sun started to set, the Bekins crew packed up and left.
Thanks to Trisha’s life insurance policy, Matt sold most of the furniture in his house. Some pieces held too many memories of Trisha. His plan was to get settled, then interview interior designers next week. The designer could help him select furniture, room color schemes, etc. Jenny said she could give him two or three names. But this is where he really missed his wife, Trisha, and daughter, Cheryl. They had the knack for design, colors, fabrics, furniture placement, etc.
His new home was a modest three-bedroom, two-bath, 1,700-square-foot one-story in the Craftsman style. It did feature a larger backyard than most new developments, and he had visions of a pool, an expanded covered patio, and a section for an outdoor kitchen and his Traeger grill and smoker.
Jenny returned to Matt’s at about 6:00 pm with a pizza, salad, and a six-pack of his favorite beer. As they ate at the large kitchen island, enjoying the pizza and beer, the doorbell rang.
They both looked at each other, surprised. “I wonder who that can be?” he said.
Matt turned on the porch and foyer lights and opened the door. He saw a younger Hispanic couple. “Yes, how can I help you?” Matt asked.
“We wanted to introduce ourselves. We live next door,” said the man, pointing in the direction of his house. “I’m Jose Cadena, and this is my wife Carmen,” he said, extending his hand.
“I made these for you,” said Carmen. She handed Matt a small white bakery-type box. “A dozen chocolate chip cookies.”
Matt stammered, “Oh, thank you so much. I’m Matt Shultz. Would you like to come in?”
“Is that your wife?” Carmen asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.
“Oh, no. That’s Jenny, my real estate agent. We’re having pizza and beer,” Matt joked.
“Please, go finish your dinner. We can talk again over the weekend. We wanted to be good neighbors and welcome you to the neighborhood,” Jose said.
Matt held up the box of cookies, “And now we have dessert. Thanks, Carmen.”
It was in that moment that Matt noticed just how naturally beautiful this young woman was. He guessed the couple to be about forty years old.
“It was nice to meet you, Matt,” said Jose. He put his hand behind his wife’s back and guided her down the walkway toward the sidewalk.
The new homeowner watched them turn and walk away. Halfway to the sidewalk, Carmen glanced over her shoulder and noticed Matt was still in the doorway watching them walk away. She smiled at Matt.
He was surprised and quickly turned off the porch lights and closed the door. He thought to himself, “Great, the hot young neighbor just caught me checking out her ass.”
***
Over the next several months, Matt had all the rooms in the house painted with a feature color, his new furniture arrived, and a contractor had transformed the backyard into the oasis Matt had envisioned. He had met all his neighbors on the ten-house cul-de-sac and decided to host a simple “open house” after the busy holiday season in late January. Matt and his deceased wife, Trisha, entertained family and friends often, so he was confident he could host a party for twenty adults.
After New Year’s, Matt created a simple invitation with the date, time, etc., and hand-delivered the invitations one afternoon while walking around the cul-de-sac. He knew most of the residents were at work, but at the Cadenas’, he rang the doorbell with the hope of getting a chance to talk to Carmen.
Over the previous two months, Matt and Jose had often talked in the front yards on weekends, and he would occasionally see Carmen out walking in the mornings after her husband left for work. Matt never missed a chance to speak with her.
He was a bit nervous as he waited for Carmen to answer the door. After what seemed like two full minutes, the door opened. Matt was surprised to see Carmen in a crop top that showed her midsection, and yoga-type shorts.
After they exchanged pleasantries, Matt handed her the invitation and told her the date. “It’s the last Saturday this month,” he said. Matt continued, “I like your outfit.”
Carmen smiled; it wasn’t often that she received a compliment from a man about her clothing or looks. “I was just finishing my yoga routine. I’d never wear this out in public.”
“Why not? It’s cute. I like the print design, and, of course, how it shows off your toned midsection,” he said carefully.
Blushing, Carmen said, “Thanks.”
“Well, you look great. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Matt said, trying not to sound like a dirty old man.
After Matt left, Carmen thought back to some of their recent interactions. She wondered if he was flirting with her or just offering various compliments on her clothing, hair, etc. While he was old enough to be her father, she did think Matt was very handsome.
She quickly pushed those thoughts aside as she recalled the two women she had seen making the “Walk of Shame” to their cars in the mornings. Her older neighbor was quite the ladies’ man and a bit of a flirt. From her kitchen window, she thought both women looked to be only in their mid to late forties, a good ten years younger than Matt, and just a handful of years older than her.
Carmen wasn’t that surprised; he was good-looking and always dressed very well. Matt stood six-foot-two-inches, had an athletic build with defined biceps, and had brown hair and eyes. Most women commented on his chiseled jaw.
***
Several weeks later, Matt hosted his evening “open house” and was pleased that most of his neighbors could attend. He was relieved when Jose and Carmen volunteered to help him. He told them it would be an easy night because he was having the food catered and had hired a bartender from his country club to pour drinks.
Before going next door to help set up, Jose suggested that his wife wear her red sequined cocktail dress. This meant it was an order, not a request. Carmen wanted to take full advantage of her husband’s “request,” so she decided to wear a touch more makeup than usual and a lot of gold jewelry. She knew none of her neighbors had seen her all dressed up, and she wanted to make an impression.
Remember, this is a new subdivision, and most had just moved in during August and September. They were all strangers.
“You look so beautiful,” Jose stammered when he saw his wife in her red dress. Carmen was happy her husband liked her outfit, but she secretly wondered what Matt would think of it.
The Cadenas made the short walk next door thirty minutes before the 6:00 pm open house. Jose carried a local wine that was Carmen’s favorite. Carmen rang the doorbell.
When Matt opened the door, he said, “Jose, I don’t mean to be rude, but your wife looks gorgeous tonight. I love the dress. And the color is perfect.”
Both Cadenas smiled, “Yes, I am fortunate to have such a beautiful wife,” said Jose.
During the evening, Carmen acted like the party host, bringing out more food for the grazing table, taking plates to the kitchen, and checking on the guests. As the night ended, she directed her husband on things to do while she bagged up leftovers, loaded the dishwasher, etc. When the clean-up was almost done, Carmen told Jose that he could go home; she’d be home in less than ten minutes.
When finished with cleaning up, Matt asked Carmen if she could stay for a few minutes for a glass of wine and discuss the party. She quickly declined, “Jose is expecting me soon.”
Matt stepped closer to her and asked for her hand. “Carmen, I can’t thank you enough for your help this evening.” Unexpectedly, he pulled her toward him, gave her a short hug, and lightly kissed her cheek. “I owe you.”
When he and Carmen made eye contact, he could see the panic in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that; you’re a married woman.”
Carmen stepped back, “It’s ok, but do not mention it to Jose. He’s funny that way.” After an uncomfortable pause, she continued, “It was my pleasure to help you. I had fun. I wish my husband wanted to entertain socially. As a child, my parents regularly entertained friends and family. My sister and I helped our mother with all the gatherings. Tonight, I enjoyed mingling with the guests but also being busy.”
Matt tried to apologize again, but she cut him off. “I should thank you,” said Carmen. “You gave me more compliments tonight than my husband.”
“I don’t want to embarrass you, but I think you’re a beautiful young woman. And tonight, that dress is stunning. I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
Carmen said. “Matt, if I’m being honest, I like the attention. You’re a handsome man.” Realizing what she just said, the Latina babe told him, “I really need to leave now and get home to my husband.”
***
Over the next six months, Jose began traveling more for his job to the corporate office in Silicon Valley. He would usually be gone one or two nights, three out of four weeks per month. Jose had told Matt he was pushing for a promotion, but the downside would be more travel.
During this same time, Matt had stopped his low-key flirting with Carmen and slowed down giving her simple compliments on her appearance. This was something not lost on her, but she also knew he had several more weekend conquests. On several weekend mornings, she saw Matt walk women to their cars. One car she noticed two Sunday mornings in a row.
In mid-June, Oak Valley was experiencing its first heatwave of the year. The temperatures had been mild, but the forecast was for 100 to 110 degrees the following week. Early one morning, Matt was on his way to the country club to play golf, and Carmen was returning from her daily morning walk.
As they chit-chatted, the heatwave came up. Very casually, Matt said, “If you’d like to come take a dip in the pool to cool off sometime, just call me.”
“I might just do that this week,” she said with a devilish grin. She knew she would go swimming several times this week, especially with her husband out of town on business. She wanted to tease her flirty neighbor in her bikini to see if he had changed his ways.
“I usually take a swim at about 8 pm if you’d like to come over then. But feel free to call me anytime,” said Matt.
***
Two days later, Matt’s phone dinged, indicating he had a text message. He smiled when he saw it was from Carmen. “Swimming 8 pm. I’ll be over.” He sent back the “thumbs up” emoji and wrote, “Use the side gate.”
It was now about 6:15 pm. Matt quickly thought of several things he wanted to do before she arrived. He went to his bathroom and quickly groomed his chest hair with his clippers, used a new disposable razor to shave his cock and balls, then shaved his face, and brushed his teeth.
He took towels outside, turned on his sound system at a low volume, and used the fancy lighting system to have colored lights on some plants and soft white on the pool deck and patio. Matt took a gamble, making a pitcher of margaritas and putting it in the outdoor fridge.
Just after 7:50 pm, he went back outside and went into the pool. Matt kept checking the large outdoor clock, wondering when Carmen would arrive. He anticipated that she’d be wearing a conservative one-piece swimsuit, but he was looking forward to seeing her curves.
“DING! DING!” rang the small brass bell Matt had at his side gate. He heard the gate open and close. His eyes were glued to the corner of the house where Carmen would enter the main backyard.
Matt had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. There was his forty-one-year-old neighbor in a turquoise bikini with a white mesh see-through sarong tied around her waist.
“Hey neighbor!” she said loudly.
He was tongue-tied. Matt knew better than to mention her bikini, as it would make her uncomfortable. “C’mon, the water feels refreshing,” he said.
She walked over to the dining table and put her things down. As she did that, Matt watched as her butt-cheeks went up and down as she walked. Matt could see the turquoise through her sarong, but he could not make out the style of bikini bottoms Carmen wore.
She untied her sarong and placed it on the table. It was then that Matt saw her skimpy swimsuit bottoms. Far from a thong, but also much smaller than what he considered the more conservative style, full cut briefs.
“Can you believe it’s still ninety-one degrees?” said Carmen as she walked down the pool steps. Once she was in the pool, they bobbed up and down, barely keeping their heads and shoulders above the waterline due to the outside temperature.
They had a couple of honest conversations, which were the first in nine months since they had lived next to each other. Matt asked about her family in the Mayan Riviera area, and Carmen inquired about his college experience and his wife’s battle with pancreatic cancer.
“I made a small pitcher of margaritas if you’d like one,” he told her.
Carmen smiled, “I’d love one. But you know the rules- do not tell Jose.”
Matt walked out of the pool, poured two drinks, returned to the pool, and handed Carmen her drink. They each took a sip and looked at each other with big eyes. “Whoa! I was a bit heavy-handed with the alcohol,” he laughed. “Would you like me to add more fresh lime juice?”
She smiled, “No, I need a stiff drink tonight. It’s been a rough day.”
Matt wondered what she meant. After all, she doesn’t work, has no kids, and Jose makes a ton of money. What could be the problem, he wondered. “Well, if you’d like to talk about it, I’m all ears.”
“Thanks, but it’s kind of personal,” she said quietly.
Matt updated her on his recent trips to visit his kids in Texas and New York. Carmen saw an opening to ask a personal question. “Did your lady friend with the white SUV go with you?”
Matt froze. Both knew that the woman had spent three Saturdays in a row. He casually told her, “Oh, no, we’re just friends. We go to dinner occasionally, see a movie, or a live band downtown. We’re not dating.”
Carmen laughed, “Friends? C’mon, Matt, I’m not stupid. Is that ‘Friends With Benefits?'”
“We’re both consenting adults, and even at our age, we have needs,” he said carefully. “I’d like her to be a real girlfriend, but she has only been divorced for about seven months.”
“I know what you mean about having needs,” Carmen said quietly.
Matt looked at her and could tell from her face that there was more to the story. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“You can’t tell a single person. Especially Jose,” she said. “When we have sex, it’s all about him. As soon as he climaxes, he rolls over and goes to sleep.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he whispered. Matt noticed that both glasses were empty and poured a second round. When he handed Carmen her plastic tumbler back, he said, “Not to be rude, but I hope you have a few toys to assist you.”
Carmen admitted that she did. “But my husband has no idea. I use them when he’s at work.”
“So, you two don’t have foreplay before sex?” Matt asked.
Carmen was getting uncomfortable telling her male neighbor so much about their sex life, but she had no one else in town to talk to. “Not really. We kiss, he plays with my breasts, I stroke him, and then he moves into missionary. And only missionary, that’s the only position we’ve ever used.”
“Oh, wow,” he said. “The only position? Really?”
“Yes,” she mumbled, almost ashamed that she was spilling her secrets to her male neighbor.
Carmen was talking increasingly as she drank her second margarita. She had also stood up, so now her upper body was out of the water. Matt had a challenging time not taking a glance at her boobs in the bright turquoise bikini.
“I’ve pointed out probably ten articles in my Cosmo and Vogue magazines about sex. I’ve told him that a few articles recommend couples watch porn together, have oral sex, all sorts of stuff, but he has no interest,” Carmen confided.
“Why do you think he’s like that?” he asked.
“Probably because his parents are super conservative and very religious,” she answered. “He won’t even talk to me about sex.”
Matt took a step closer to her in the pool. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you deserve to have a better sex life. You are beautiful, and when you want to, you can be very sexy.”
Carmen blushed, “Thank you, Matt.” After a long pause, where they looked into each other’s eyes, she continued, “You’re handsome and have a great body.”
“I do?” said Matt playfully. “I do go to the gym four days a week.” He was wondering where this conversation was going.
“Matt, I need to run home to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” she said.
He replied, “Don’t be silly, use my guest bathroom in the hall.”
Carmen walked up the pool steps, giving him another look at her ass in her barely-there bikini bottoms. He enjoyed watching her walk towards the house. She stopped at the table and used her towel to dry off a bit before entering the house.
When Carmen exited the bathroom, she found Matt sitting next to the kitchen island with their margaritas. “What’s going on? Are we done swimming?”
“We can get in the pool,” he said, holding out his hands. “Come here, please.” He softly grabbed her hands.
“What are you doing?” she said with a questioning tone.
“I’m shooting my shot,” he said. “It’s no secret that I think you’re beautiful. But I feel bad for you. Your husband does not fulfill your sexual desires. I want to show you how a man should pleasure a woman.”
Matt pulled Carmen towards him and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked surprised, but a small smile started to appear. Matt puckered his lips as he sat on the island stool and air-kissed. Carmen’s smile was now a mile wide. She tilted her head down, and the two had several standard lip kisses.
Matt stood up, placed one hand on her hip and the other behind her neck, and began to kiss Carmen passionately. He slowly swirled his tongue in her mouth, softly rubbing her tongue with his. This caused her to moan in his mouth. They continued kissing for another minute before they stopped to take a breath.
Before Matt could say anything, Carmen whispered into his ear, “You’re so sensual. I loved your slow, soft kisses. Jose is so aggressive, and I can’t stand it.”
Matt smiled, “As much as I’d like to take you right here on the kitchen island, I said I wanted to show you how a man pleasures a woman properly. Shall we go to my bedroom?”
“That sounds good, but you know what sounds better? Doing it right here,” she said with a devilish grin. “I want to be fucked hard and fast.”
Matt spun his sexy neighbor and pushed her against the kitchen island, pinning her between his arms. He kissed her passionately, but a bit faster, keeping in mind what she said about not liking aggressive kisses.
He then ran kisses up and down each side of her neck while his hands untied her bikini top. The turquoise top fell between them, and Matt’s hands softly palmed her full 36D breasts, giving them a slight squeeze. He stepped back a bit and looked at her tits.
“Just as I imagined. They’re perfect,” he whispered.
Carmen had a great “rack.” Since she never had kids, her breasts were perky with no sag. Her walnut brown areolas were the size of silver dollar coins, and her deep brown nipples the size of a dime.
Matt’s mouth latched onto her right boob, and he would suck, flick, and playfully bite her boob. All this attention felt great to Carmen, and she was moaning lightly as one of her hands started rubbing his erect cock through his board shorts.
He lowered himself into a squat, untied the strings on each hip, and guided her bikini off her body. Matt was now at eye level with Carmen’s pussy. He was pleased to see that she had a small triangular patch of short hair above her clit, almost pointing toward her hooded pearl. He leaned forward and licked her slit up and down just once.
“Let’s get you up on the counter,” he said. Matt then lifted her by the hips and placed her ass on the edge of the countertop. He repositioned the barstool and spread her legs wide. He quickly took off his board shorts, freeing his throbbing, thick seven inches before sitting on the stool.
Carmen was smiling. Her older neighbor had, by far, the biggest cock she had ever seen in person. While not a virgin when she got married, she has only had three lovers in her forty-one years on earth.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked.
“Your cock is beautiful. Long, thick, big mushroom head. And you’re shaved clean.” Carmen told him.
Matt began kissing the inside of her thighs, up and around her pussy, and then licked her slit again. After licking and sucking on her labia, he softly ran a finger through her folds. He noticed that her clit had doubled in size, so he first licked it before sucking lightly on her nub.
“Ohhhh, Matt. Yes!” she moaned.
He looked her in the eyes, and they both smiled. “May I continue?” he asked.
Carmen nodded. “Yes.”
Matt randomly kissed, licked, and sucked various parts of her kitty, and resumed running a finger up and down her moist folds. As one hand reached up and caressed her breast, the other hand inserted one finger into her wet kitty.
“Oh my God. That feels so good,” Carmen said barely above a whisper.
He then added a second finger and went deeper in search of her G-spot. He wondered if she knew what her G-spot was, let alone if she had ever had an intense orgasm from its stimulation. His fingertips soon found the soft, raised area, and he lightly rubbed it back and forth.
“What is that?” Carmen questioned. “It feels so good.”
“Your G-spot. It’s extremely sensitive. If I continue to rub it, you’ll have a big orgasm. Would you like that?” Matt asked.
“Si, Papi,” she said in Spanish (Yes, Daddy).
Matt noticed that her pussy was super wet, and the counter had a small puddle of her nectar on the granite. He ran his fingers through the fluid and sucked his fingers clean, savoring the taste. When he looked up, Carmen was watching him. No words needed to be said; he knew what she wanted. Matt again wiped up some of her pussy juice and offered his fingers to her.
After tasting herself, Carmen said, “Mmmm, that’s tasty.”
Matt went back to work on her G-spot and soon had her squirming on the cold stone counter. Soon Carmen’s legs quivered, she tensed up, and she had a small orgasm. Matt then changed tactics and began banging her cunt hard and fast. As he slammed his right hand and two fingers into her gash, the fingers of his left hand were spread out over her lower stomach, with his left thumb rubbing her swollen hooded pearl.
Within thirty seconds, Carmen was thrashing away on the kitchen island counter, enjoying a second stronger orgasm. Matt stood up, took Carmen into his arms, and kissed the side of her head, comforting his young lover.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes, better than ok,” she mumbled. After a short pause, “That orgasm was intense.”
Matt smiled, hearing her words. “Come on,” he said, taking hold of one of her hands. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
The End – Chapter One
