3 comments/ 115043 views/ 12 favorites My Neighbor Jessica By: Build_it_write This is an "edited" version of the very first story I submitted to Literotica. If you compare the dates, it may not appear to be the first, but I submitted two stories just one day apart and both were rejected for the same reason; two speakers (or quotes) in the same paragraph. When I edited them and resubmitted, for some reason "Tale of Two Strippers" was posted before this one. With 53,000 reader viewings, numerous critiques and comments by readers and other writers as well as countless re-reads and astonishments at mistakes, I just cannot believe I made, I decided the story deserved a little "clean up!" Now I know, this becomes an open invitation for you to point out other and additional mistakes I failed to address. Please proceed! I have a relative thick skin in these matters and if required, I will edit and resubmit once again. This is a true story of something that happened just before by 55th birthday. Maybe if not for the age difference, the event would be commonplace for many younger men, but for me it was a true serendipitous experience. Obviously, the age difference is what prompted me to place it in the "Mature" category. First a little background about me. I was born and raised in a small community in the northern portion of a gulf coast state. My parents, though honest and hard working were uneducated, naive and their social skills were more along the lines of the Beverly Hillbillies than Hugh Hefner. I was raised as an only child and attended a very small public school where all twelve grades were in the same building and sometimes two grades were in the same room. When I was in Jr. High, we moved into a huge town of 8,000 people and moved into a rent house much larger than the small 3 room home where I had always lived. In one fell swoop, we had our first indoor plumbing, first television set and first telephone. I was enrolled into a school where the 7th grade took up several classrooms. I had to take my text books from one class to another and actually store them in a locker when not in use. I was required to keep school papers in a notebook for the first time and was required to make corrections for mistakes on the back side of the previous page. All of this (and I mean everything named in this paragraph) was brand new to me and needless to say, I was overwhelmed. Looking back, I really wish some of my teachers would have recognized I was overwhelmed by this tremendous change in my life; Instead of just considering me either dumb or lazy. My parents were so poor that my mother actually made some of my shirts. She knew nothing about style and my dress pattern showed it horribly. When Dolly Pardon sang "Coat of many colors" I knew exactly what she was referring to. Kids at 12 & 13 years old can be cruel and insensitive; therefore I was the butt of numerous jokes and quickly developed an inferiority complex that was difficult to suppress for a really long time. I dated very little during high school, partly because of the lack of a car, but mostly because of the lack of confidence. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was able to buy my own car. Although it was 10 years old, the 56 Chevy was popular among car junkies and my mechanical ability and knowledge gained from working at the local Chevrolet dealership part time, generated an acceptance never before experienced. I suddenly found myself being sought out by popular teenagers and even some guys in their 20s wanting advice for mechanical questions or wanting me to work on their cars. Where popular boys hang out, you will also find popular and good looking girls. In mixed groups or with "the guys," my acceptance and abilities put me in the lead roll many times, but when one-on-one with the girls, my lack of confidence would hinder my ability to do much more than stutter and carry on a lame conversation. Not many girls were interested in which carburetor/manifold combination worked best on the 327 Chevy or where to locate a good 4 speed transmission along with the proper clutch and bell-housing. I finally started dating a pretty girl four years younger than myself and we married soon after she graduated high school. We had one daughter and ended up divorcing after almost 18 years of marriage. I would spend more time describing my first marriage and might in another story, but it has very little contribution to this one. I was single for four years and spent much of that time traveling in my business, which was by that time, commercial construction management. My travels literally took me coast to coast and border to border. This provided some experiences I must share in other stories, but I will try to not get sidetracked here. Then I moved back to my home state and met a girl, 22 years my junior. After a whirlwind affair like nothing I had ever imagined, we marred when I was 43 and she was 21. We stayed married for 11 years and I must say, most of the inexperience and naivety that remained from my youth disappeared. From the very first night we were together, we experienced the kind of sex you read about in these stories. She was not shy and would express her wants and desires at some of the most surprising times and to almost anyone at anytime. She was multi-orgasmic and a screamer. Blowjobs while driving, sex in public places like grocery store or night club parking lots or outdoors where we could be caught was not at all out of the ordinary. Later when we had a home with a pool, midnight skinny dipping and sex in the lighted pool or attached spa was commonplace. By that time we were living in a major metropolitan area still in the same gulf coast state. Like with my first marriage, I could spend a lot of time and write pages about this marriage, but it also has little contribution to this story other than erasing my naivety. The marriage did produce two beautiful daughters. The first one was planned and was born when I was 48. The second one was not planned, at least not on my part, but now I would not trade her for anything in the world. She was born when I was 51 and there is always some conversation with people I see for the first time, about whether the girls are my daughters or my granddaughters. When this wife and I separated, I moved into an apartment in a pretty nice part of town, not the most expensive but nothing to be ashamed of either. I moved on Saturday and as soon as I got everything moved inside, I went to check out the mailboxes, pool, laundry room, vending machines, etc. As I walked toward the mailboxes, someone called out to me and as I turned around was met face to face, but separated by several feet, with a young lady who obviously had some difficulty in standing and walking. She was half dragging a laundry bag and asked if I knew if there was a laundry on the premises. Because I had just seen it, I confirmed there was indeed a laundry and asked if she needed help getting her bag there indicating her lame foot or ankle. She accepted my help and said she had turned her ankle the night before. She indicated a red Pontiac Sunfire with a space-saver spare on the right rear and told me she had a flat and turned her ankle while changing her tire. She asked me if I knew anything about cars. I said I knew some, but didn't really elaborate. She limped toward the car's hatch back and opened it to show me a full size tire with a badly bent rim. She wanted to know if the wheel could be repaired. I said I thought it was beyond repair and would need to be replaced. Her expression of "shhhiiit" was the most improper thing said during that brief meeting. After taking her laundry to the washing machines, I went on my way as she indicated she could handle it from there and thanked me genuinely for my assistance. By the next weekend, I had my apartment set up the best I could. I had all my utilities turned on and furniture arranged. I had bought a new computer and set it up on a desk in the breakfast area I was to use as my new "home office." I also had my two kids that weekend. They were age 3 and 6 at this time and after I got them to the apartment, I realized I had nothing to entertain them. I had made two or three trips to the nearby office supply store, so I thought I could go there and get some colored pencils, crayons and such, along with some art paper and keep them entertained most of the time. As we were leaving the apartment, that same girl was driving by in the red Sunfire. I had gone to the passenger side of my truck to fasten the seat belt harness for the three year old and was on my way to the driver's side just as this girl was slowing down for a speed bump. I smiled and nodded a "hello" as she was moving past and was surprised when she stopped and rolled down her window. She asked if that was my girls. I told her it was and volunteered our destination. She replied that she did not have her kids that weekend and she had a full box of crayons and several coloring books which she absolutely insisted she get for my girls. Although I did not feel the offer was necessary, it was obvious she really wanted to provide this help. I somehow figured all this was in repayment for befriending her that first day and helping her get her laundry bag to the washer/dryer room. I have learned that if someone genuinely offers their help, it is an insult to them if you refuse it. I told her, "That would be fantastic" and told the girls there had been a change in plans. I told them, that was my new neighbor and she had volunteered to get them some coloring books. We got out of the truck to follow her toward her apartment as she retreated in her car. By the time I had helped the three year old out of the seat belt and seat, this girl had time to get to her apartment, get the coloring books and crayons and meet us somewhere close to the rear of her car. I thanked her and the girls thanked her. She said "You're welcome" and that my girls were "so cute!" The next weekend that I had my girls, she also had her kids, a boy and a girl, and the four of them played some on the lawn of the apartment complex. Nothing significant happened that weekend or for the next several weeks. I was busy with a couple of business deals and was working some long hours. I would run into the same girl occasionally but I was so preoccupied with the other things I had going that I didn't ever think about her unless I actually saw her. However in bits and pieces over that next few weeks, I did learn that she lived alone except the weekends when she had her kids. Most the time they lived with her parents. I did not question that arrangement but in putting the little bits of information together, it seems she had separated from her husband who was by now in Iraq. She was from a very small town, several miles away and had moved into the larger city to find a better paying job. I assumed her parents were helping out by keeping her kids until she got established. I really had no interest in her and thought of her more as a neighbor than anything else. She was not hard to look at, but her dress style did not showcase what I was later to discover was a very beautiful and well built young lady. She seemed to always have on jeans and some kind of pullover shirt that kept her well covered. I assumed her age to be around mid-twenties partly because of the age of her children and partly because of her appearance. That would make a 30 year difference in our ages and certainly contributed to how I viewed her and how I viewed our relationship. Hell, my oldest daughter was 29 at that time. One night I had either been out or worked really late, I really can't remember which, but I was late in going to the mailbox. It was probably 10:00 to 10:30 and as I reached the community mail boxes, the same girl and another girl about the same age were sitting on the curb close by. By this time I had learned her name to be Jessica and she noticed me and initiated a conversation. This was the first time I had ever seen her dressed up with hair and make-up tastily done. Even then, her dress style was conservative and did not showcase her body. She introduced the other girl and seemed quite proud to claim both the other girl and me as her friends. Jessica said they were waiting for another friend to pick them up and they were "going out." I made note of the time and because I was almost 55 years old, I questioned their "going out" at what I considered "bed time" on a week night, but I didn't mention it to the girls. I excused myself and headed back to my apartment, feeling quite proud that I had been so completely and unconditionally accepted as a friend by such an attractive young lady. The next few weeks were quite busy. I was working on putting together several interconnected business deals, including buying some resort property and setting up new entities with multiple owners to operate that property. I saw Jessica a few times and sometimes just made note that her red Sunfire was parked in front of her apartment. I guess I was noticing her more because of her introducing me as her friend that night. We did meet on the sidewalk close to her apartment one time as I was returning from the office. We had a brief conversation where we agreed about the poor apartment management and I told her I thought I was going to move to another and nicer complex not far away. Other than that, I did not have the opportunity to seek out further interaction, mostly because of my preoccupation. During the same time frame, I traded vehicles and upgraded from a 3 year old Ford F150 pickup to a new GMC Denali Yukon XL. That was the most awesome vehicle I have ever owned. It set upright like the trucks I had been driving for several years, could carry 7 passengers comfortably plus cargo space, had a sunroof and numerous other features like a killer sound system and it also performed more like a sports car than a full size SUV. One night I came home to my apartment after a full and exciting day and night. It was about mid-night and I was pumped with a combination of adrenaline and alcohol and not nearly ready to go to sleep. I went into the apartment and changed into a tee shirt and a wrap around terrycloth bottom that left my crotch uncovered, although as long as I was standing, I was completely covered. Then I remembered I had not checked my mail, so I slipped on some sandals and took off to the mailbox, figuring I was safe at that time of night. I had nothing except junk mail, and after throwing it into the trash can nearby, started back to my apartment. As I passed Jessica's apartment (the closest route from my apartment to the mailboxes took me about 10 feet from her door) I noticed a light on, so I decided to say hello. I am sure the adrenaline and alcohol contributed to that decision. I knocked on her door and was soon greeted with a "who is it?" As soon as she realized it was me, she opened the door and quickly started apologizing for having "no furniture" and saying if I wanted to stay for a few minutes we would need to set on the patio. She probably also felt more secure with us being on the open patio. Up until that time, we had only met and talked out in the open where we were easily seen. I was not there to judge her apartment or furniture, but I only noticed two bean bag chairs and a small television in the living room. We went directly to the patio and set there talking about what had happened since we last talked. I told her of my business deals and she told me of her "new job" in a photography studio. Seems she was an assistant to a photographer who did posters and calendars with pretty young women as the models. Jessica would assist with the props as well as help the girl models with clothes, make-up and hair. I don't know anything about her experience or qualifications for such a position, but it didn't really matter to me at the time. She was excited about the job and that made me happy. I told her there was a lake on the property I was trying to buy and it had a pier that might make a good background prop for that type of picture if they ever did any shooting "on location" as opposed to, "in the studio." She wanted to know more about it and I said I had drawings at my apartment as well as several pictures on my computer, if she wanted to see them. She jumped at the opportunity, so we transferred to my place from hers. As we approached my apartment, she asked where my truck was and I realized I had not told her about the Denali. She got so excited about the car, I thought she was going to wet her pants. She was jumping up and down, back and forth and asking questions faster than I could answer them. Because of the time of night, we were trying to be reasonably quiet. I said, "Let me grab my keys and we can go for a ride." She waited for me at the front of the car, which was parked directly in front of my door. When I came back with the keys and a couple of beers, I unlocked the door with the remote and then pitched the keys to her and said, "You can drive." She questioned that statement, I guess because she just couldn't believe she would get to drive a brand new $55 thousand vehicle. I assured her I was serious, so she took the keys toward the driver's door. We got in the duel front bucket seats, separated by the center console. She cranked the engine, but was then very methodical in adjusting the mirrors, seat and steering wheel, before putting the transmission in reverse. This certainly eased any apprehension I might have had about her driving my new SUV. She was very careful in backing out of the parking space and getting out of the parking lot, and I appreciated her caution. Can you imagine going from a Pontiac sunfire to a Denali XL? I offered her one of the beers and she declined, saying she had pretty much stopped drinking after what happened on her birthday. That piqued my curiosity; so I asked her what had happened on her birthday. She started telling me the story, interrupted by conversation about driving the Denali. As we turned out on the street, she asked where I wanted to go. I told her, she was driving, to go wherever she wanted to drive, but to continue with her story. She said, "You remember that first day I met you and my ankle was sprained. Well the day before, was my 21st birthday and my friends took me out and got me drunk. I should not have been driving, but I thought I could make it alright. I ran off the road and hit something that made my tire to go flat. When I got out, I was so drunk I couldn't stand up and I stepped on a rock or something and turned my ankle." She went on to say that some guy stopped and changed her tire for her and she finally got home to the apartment. She had just gotten out of bed that next day when she saw me for the first time on a Saturday, mid-afternoon. She was just so open and comfortable with me; with no mention of my age or our age difference. At that very moment, I am not sure what she considered our relationship to be. I am not even sure what I thought our relationship to be, but based on what I had learned during the last several years, I knew the mind of a 21 year old woman does not work exactly like that of a 55 year old man. She was dressed in jeans and colored tee shirt with flip-flops. She did not have on a bra, but because I had not seen her in good light and had not touched her at all, it was difficult to tell at the time. She had an appearance about her that could only be described as a "natural beauty." Even without makeup and with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, she was beautiful. She did not need all the expensive things that enhance many women's beauty. She was about 5'4" with dark eyes and dark brown hair. Her skin tone reminded me of Mediterranean influence. We continued to talk randomly as she drove and I made up my mind that I was going to try and seduce her, though I would not take advantage of her. In my mind, I was going to take it as far as she would let me, but at the first signal to stop, I would stop. My Neighbor Jessica We had been driving for 10 to 15 minutes and we had each reached a comfort level; her with the car and me with her ability to drive my car. We hit a straight and deserted stretch of road, so I told her to "hit the gas." She did and the Denali's 325 horsepower accelerated quickly. She was impressed with that and because I was familiar with this area, I told her to turn left at the next intersection. I knew there was a railroad track crossing about a ¼ mile ahead that created a pretty good hump in the road. The road was 2 lanes in each direction, separated by a raised curb and wide grass median. It was deserted at that time of night, so I told her to accelerate to about 60, keep both hands on the steering wheel and move over until she was straddling the white line dividing the two lanes on our side of the median. She said, "Are you sure?" I said "Yes, just keep a good hold on the wheel and keep going straight ahead." The Denali hit the hump as if it was nothing. Just as the car settled after one up and one down movement, I told her to "Floor it!" The Denali again accelerated quickly and we were going over 100 mph in a matter of seconds. She was again so excited I really did think she might pee in her pants. I told her we were about 15 miles from the apartments, so we probably should head back and not push our luck on getting a speeding ticket or getting arrested. She agreed and we slowed down to the speed limit for the return trip. She was not familiar with our location so I told her where to turn and how to get on the tollway to get back. She said she never driven on the tollway and had only been on it with a couple of other people. As we entered the ramp, she started to align with the "cash" booth, so I told her to change lanes and go through the "tolltag only" lane. She again became excited, saying she had always wanted to do that, but she didn't know anyone with a tolltag and she did not know that I had one. Once on the tollway, there was no need for giving directions for several minutes, so I started my "seduction." I told her I was really glad she had been awake when I came by earlier, that I was really excited and hyped over several things and just wanted to be with someone I knew and liked. I told her I really did not want to be by myself that night and she did not need to answer right away, but would she be willing to spend the night with me? She did not answer, but she did not seem offended either. In a couple of minutes, I reached across the console and grabbed her tee shirt, just above her waist and pulled it up almost to her arm and "Why don't you take your shirt off and drive topless?" She pulled her right arm down quickly, pulling the tee shirt down some, but not before I got a glimpse of the side of her right breast, confirming the fact she had no bra on. She said "No, I can't do that," but she was laughing and did not seem upset at my antics. I continued to try and get her to remove her tee shirt by both conversation and occasionally grabbing and lifting her shirt. All the time she kept say she couldn't do that, but never got mad at my trying. I never grabbed her, only her shirt and she continued to resist only by lowering her arms while never fully removing her hands from the steering wheel or her eyes from the road for more than a couple of seconds. Once; I succeeded in getting her shirt above her breast just before we exited the tollway. I had my left thumb under her shirt in the middle of her back and pulled it up to the back of her neck. At the same time, I grabbed the front hem of her shirt and pulling it out away from her body, pulled up as high as my arm would let me go before hitting her right arm, extended to the steering wheel. Both tits popped out from under her shirt and I got a pretty good view of them before she wrestled it back down as we approached a tollbooth with an attendant on duty. At that time she said, "Stop, someone will see." She did not say "Someone ELSE will see," but it was pretty obvious she was referring to the attendant and not referring to me. From there it was only a few blocks to our apartment complex, so I stopped trying to get her topless. When we got back to the parking lot, the same park was available, so she parked directly in front of my door and turned off the engine. She handed me the keys and we got out with me locking the doors with the remote. The way the apartments were arranged, there were three other doors within several feet of mine, so it was customary to speak softly and whisper that late at night. It had to be well past 1 AM, but by now she was on a similar adrenaline rush as me, so we hurried into my apartment. She looked at my desk and computer set-up and asked if she could check her email. I said, "Sure" and proceeded to turn the computer on and as soon as it powered up, I connected to the internet before turning the chair and computer over to her. In those few moments, she asked if she could use the bathroom and I directed her to my bath which was connected to the master bedroom. She returned, commenting about how nice my furniture was. By then, the internet had connected, so I told her to sit down and help herself. Again, I went to the refrigerator and got me a beer and asked if she wanted one. She still declined, but did accept a soft drink instead. After she checked her email she swiveled her chair around and started talking about various things. I had this "home office" set up in such a way that the desk was against one wall and held the computer as well as a combination fax and cordless telephone, leaving enough desktop room for writing. The printer was on top of a single drawer rolling file cabinet to the right of the desk and just out from there was the opening leading to the small apartment kitchen. To the left of the desk, on the adjacent wall was a small drawing table with a tilting top where I would place construction plans if I was doing take-offs or bidding. At that time, the plan table held the original construction plans of the clubhouse located on the resort property I was trying to buy. I showed her the plans, but quickly realized she had no idea what she was looking at. I sometimes forget that reading construction plans is not second nature to everyone, especially if they are not in the construction or design field. Since she couldn't understand the plans, I figured pictures would describe the property better, so I stepped to her right and started controlling the computer with the mouse. I had all the pictures located in a folder, so I opened it showing thumbnail icons of each picture. They included several pictures I had taken with a digital camera, inside the clubhouse, around the lake, etc. and also included several aerial photos I had arranged for a professional photographer to take. Again, she got all excited, but she seemed more impressed with my computer and the technical aspect of the pictures I had loaded onto it as well as the way I had the entire apartment set up to live there but also work from there. She really did not share my excitement about the property, so I shifted my focus to her interest and started telling about different things in the apartment. I asked her if she had gotten a good look at the bedroom when she went to the bathroom. She said she did not; that only the bathroom light was turned on so she really didn't see the bedroom. I took a step toward the bedroom and then reached for her hand and said, "Come on." I helped her up from the swivel office chair, but then released her hand to walk to the bedroom. Luckily the room was clean and the bed made. There were no dirty clothes anywhere except the laundry basket inside the walk-in closet. I had a queen size iron bed frame with a huge headboard that wrapped slightly around the mattress and open toed footboards to match. I had matching comforter, dust ruffle and pillow shams and another three or four colored pillows next to the shams. Everything was arranged as nicely as possible for a 54 year old single guy to have made the bed. Also on top of the comforter was an Alpaca skin rug about 4 ft by 5 ft turned crossways at the foot of the bed. My ex-wife hated that rug and I never understood why. I had bought it without asking her and I absolutely loved the way the fur felt. It was great as an additional bed cover or sometimes I would lie on top of it because I enjoyed the feel so much. Jessica asked about what it was and what it was for. I told her everything I could about what it was, leaving out the portion about my ex-wife not liking it. I said, "You should lie on top of it naked, it feels absolutely fantastic." She had approached the bed at the center of the foot and I was at the side of the bed to her left. We were both looking at the rug and she was running her hands through the fur, so I did not see her expression at my statement, but I also did not detect any negative gestures, verbal or otherwise. I quickly removed all the pillows from the bed, leaving only the comforter and the rug on the queen size mattress. I grabbed the rug and turned it lengthwise in the center of the bed and pulled it up almost to the headboard. I patted the rug and said, "Here, lie down." With what seemed like total comfort, she lay down, still dressed in her jeans and tee shirt, only kicking off the flip flops. She was lying flat on the stomach with her arms relaxed at the sides and her face turned to the side. Her feet were up against the foot of the bed, with only her toes hanging off. From the way I had placed the rug and she had laid on it, the side of her face and the portion of her bare arms below the sleeves of her tee shirt, as well as her hands were touching the Alpaca skin, but the upper portion of her bare feet were only touching the comforter. She lay still and silent and I could tell by her lack of movement and lack of speech, she was just enjoying the luxurious feel of the Alpaca skin. I stepped to the bathroom, only a few feet away and returned with a bottle of hand lotion. I approached the foot of the bed, pitched the bottle down at her side and knee walked up the bed with one knee on either side of her legs. I said, "What really feels good is laying on it while you are getting a massage." She just sighed and said nothing. I was straddling her upper legs just against her butt. With her jeans on I don't think she could feel that by crotch was bare and my cock and balls were rubbing against her denim covered butt. I rubbed her back just a couple of times through her tee shirt. I started at her waist with my thumbs on her spine and my fingers spread outward. I went from there, slowly to her neck letting my thumbs walk up each vertebra while my fingers were making circular motions kneading the muscles on either side of her back. I made that trip from waist to neck twice before starting the third time under her shirt. I repeated the same procedure, letting my hands push her shirt upward as they went, until the shirt began to resist movement. Her weight and mine combined, had the front of her shirt trapped beneath her stomach. I lifted up, supporting my weight by standing on my knees, leaving a couple of inches of free space between my crotch and her upper thighs. I took my fingertips and gave a gentle lifting motion as I touched her sides just about the bottom of her rib cage. I did not try to lift her, but the gesture gave the silent message that I wanted her to lift up. Without saying a word, she lifted her butt, supporting her weight on her knees and the front of her shoulders while I pushed her tee shirt up to her armpits. She did not lift her shoulders to allow the shirt to come completely off, so I did not press the issue. She also could not help with the shirt because of the position of her hands at her sides. She had arched her torso enough that when I reached her armpits, a simple back and forth tug of the front of her shirt, once in each direction, caused it to pop above her tits. All this time, I had been centered above her butt and she had been lying in her original position with her arms down and her head turned to the right with the left side of her face against the Alpaca skin. As she settled back down after lifting her butt for the rearrangement of her shirt, she turned her head the opposite direction and lifted both arms until they were extended straight out from her shoulders. Her elbows were bent 90 degrees and her forearms were now alongside her head with both hands palm down right at the edge of the Alpaca skin where it is slightly thinker because of the hem on the liner. She had a loose hold on the edge, but hardly what you could call a grip. This new arrangement and position did two things. It gave me access to much more of her bare back and now with her arms raised, the bulge of her breast visible from my position proved she was very well endowed. Being centered over her butt and her flat on her stomach; I was treated to a perfect symmetry of female form. She had absolutely no sign of body fat, but her tits were bulging about 1 ½ inch on each side, just below her arms. This time I took the lotion and put a liberal supply on my hands, rubbing them together to warm the colder lotion. Again I started at the waist and slowly worked my way up her back, one vertebra at a time. The lotion along with the lack of the tee shirt made it much easier to give the desired effect. I have not had any training in massage, but I know what feels good to me and I had given my ex-wife several massages and as I said earlier, she was quick to point out what felt good and what did not. As I reached her shoulders, I became restricted by the tee shirt bunched up around her neck and shoulders, so I simply pushed her arms higher and pushed the shirt up and off her arms and then her head. Jessica either moved or relaxed and let me move, whatever portion of her arms, hands, neck and head was necessary for me to completely remove her tee shirt. There was no conversation except an occasional "How does that feel?" on my part. Her answer was always a low toned "ummmm." With a complete bare and almost perfect female back to work with, I set about giving the very best massage I knew how. I repeated the same motion several times before expanding my territory to include her upper arms and her neck. As I reached her neck for the first time, Jessica seemed to instinctively straighten her head and bury her face in the fur of the rug. This new position allowed the action of my hands to match the symmetry of her body. I would use my fingertips to massage her neck up to the hair line and then if I did not have too much lotion on my hands, I would massage her scalp with the fingertips of both hands. I abandoned her spine and made a couple of trips up her sides with the lotion covered hands. On these trips, I touched those bulges where her breasts were being pushed out past her sides. There was no resistance and all this time Jessica seemed totally comfortable and relaxed with what was happening. If I had been a hired masseuse, I would have felt the back massage was complete and adequate. As an increasingly horny 54 year old man, I was ready to push it to the next level, so I emphatically pushed backward and landed on the back portion of her calves, catching most my weight with my knees. I grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands and said, "OK, the jeans are going to have to go!" With no answer, she simply lifted her butt as before, but reached beneath herself to unsnap her jeans and push them down to just below her hips. I grabbed the jeans on either side and pulled them down to just above her knees, before she relaxed and lowered herself back into the same position as before. I had to step off the bed to completely remove her jeans. I pulled them off her legs and tossed them to the side of the bed. She was now left with only a pair of pink silky bikini cut panties and still in the same face down position. I moved her feet far enough apart to get back on the bed between her legs this time. With this new position, she still could not tell I had on an open crotch rap around or that I had a raging hard-on. I started massaging the back of her legs, stopping each time as I reached her panty line. I would reach to my side to rub her calves and then continue up her legs to that barrier of her panties. After several trips up this heavenly highway, I slipped off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed between her feet. I started concentrating more on her calves and ankles and then spent more time on her feet. The feet have been interesting to me for some time. I would not say I have a foot fetish, but it is amazing how good a foot massage or foot rub feels after a long day of being on your feet, whether you were walking or standing or even just wearing shoes or boots all day. I have read quite a bit about reflexology, even though I have never experienced it firsthand. (Should I say, "No pun intended?") I tried to hit every pressure point I knew and then started kissing and licking her feet. Nothing really sloppy, but more like a gentle tongue touch. Then I took each toe into my mouth and sucked on it gently. For the first time, I was getting a physical and verbal response. She started squirming and moaning and as her legs moved I got my first glimpse of the panty covered pussy. She had a damp spot about the size of a quarter and her movement had caused the panties to crawl up giving quite a camel-toe affect. After spending what seemed like several minutes on her feet, I leaned forward, resting the front of my thighs against the mattress with my feet planted firmly on the carpeted floor. I reached up and grabbed her panties on either side of her waist and started pulling. Jessica lifted her butt again and I pulled her panties off her legs and feet, throwing them to the side like her jeans. With this new freedom, I returned to the bed between her calves and again massaged her upper legs. I repeatedly coated my hands with lotion and massaged her muscles with slow, but firm circular motion. I started with the back of her knees and worked my way up to her hips. I massaged her hips completely without missing a single spot. I would work my thumbs up the crack of her ass and my fingers up the outer portion of her hips. I then started at her lower thighs and moved my hands up toward her ass with slow circular motions with my right hand moving clockwise and my left hand moving counterclockwise. At the junction between her thighs and hips, here was a noticeable bulge of her ass; still nothing that would be called body fat. She had the kind of ass that provides a place to grip if you are hugging her face to face. As I reached that point, I continued the same motion until I reached her waist. In doing this, as I passed her hips, I would separate her ass cheeks giving me an unobstructed view of her asshole and pussy. The first time this happened was unintentional, but the view was so great I tried it again several times. I have learned over the years, especially while I was married to by younger wife, that a 21 year old woman is completely aware of her body and she knew exactly what I was seeing when I separated her ass cheeks. I am not sure of her genetic influence; maybe Mediterranean, possibly American Indian or even Mexican. Whatever it was, gave her a natural all-over tan skin tone with absolutely no tan lines. It was mid-May and of all the times I had seen her, she never made any reference to tanning or "lying-out." Even the inside of her ass crack was this same color. There was a small circle of slightly darker puckered skin, about ¼ inch wide all the way around her asshole and she had slightly protruding pussy lips that were the same color, somewhere mid-way between her skin and her hair colors. My Neighbor Jessica During all this time, since first lying down on the bed, Jessica had not spoken a single word. She had only sighed and moaned several times, in obvious appreciation for what I was doing at that particular moment. Her responses to my request told me she was completely aware of the situation and comfortable with exposing her body to me. If she needed to lift a portion of her body to allow me to remove a piece of her clothing, she did it without hesitation. The one time she needed to help, she reached beneath herself to unsnap and unzip her jeans and even pushed them down below her hips willingly with her own hands. Since I first got on the bed with her, I had either been on top of her jean covered thighs and butt or I had been between her naked legs. She had remained flat on her stomach with her head either turned to one side or buried face down without looking directly at me. If she had stole a glance at all, it would had to have been during her squirming while I was working on her feet and at that time I was standing at the foot of the bed, so I am not sure if she knew my crotch was uncovered all that time, but I don't think she had actually seen it. All night, the times I had been sitting; she was always at my side or behind me. When she had seen me standing, I was not erect, so she had no obvious clue of how I was dressed. I didn't get hard until I was massaging her back and sides and felt the side of her bulging tits a couple of times. I was ready to take this to the next level and thought she was thoroughly massaged on her backside, so I made sure there was no excess lotion that would transfer to the Alpaca skin, and then lifted both her feet by reaching beneath her ankles. When her feet were directly above her knees and in front of me enough to pass as they moved to the side, I gently pushed them together and then to our left, causing her right hip to lift slightly. When her feet were a few inched off the mattress, I said; "Time to turn over." She flipped over quickly, readjusted her position so she was lying in the same spot on the rug, lifting herself as necessary with her arms several inches to her sides and her feet planted on the mattress. This movement and readjustment caused her legs to rapidly change position several times. When she would lift herself using her feet and elbows, I would get a glimpse of her pussy, similar to the 180 degree reversal of my previous view when I had separated her ass cheeks. Sometimes one leg would be extended and the other one splayed to the outside leaving her pussy totally exposed two feet away from my face. I saw her titties unobstructed for the first time. When she had finished adjusting her body from her hips to her head, she placed one leg on each side of me. I was sitting on my haunches with my butt resting on my heals, with my ankles straightened and toes extended. My knees were about a foot apart, allowing room for my unencumbered balls to hang between my legs. My cock was so hard a cat couldn't scratch it and because of my position it was sticking up and pointing toward Jessica. If she had not noticed how I was dressed before, she could not have missed it while she was repositioning herself. She was still moving her head back and forth in an attempt to get more comfortable. I hadn't really noticed, but her hair was still in a high ponytail. She lifted her arms and removed the ponytail band, letting her hair spill out beneath and on either side of her head. Once complete, she left her hands a few inched on either side of her ears. I just could not believe the vision in front of me. Here I was, about three weeks before my 55th birthday and a 21 year old vision of loveliness was lying totally naked and exposed directly in front of me. I am not sure if I was more impressed with her beauty or her openness. Because my two girls were 3 and 6, I guessed her daughter to be 2 and her son to be 5. I didn't know the exact ages, except that her 21st birthday would have been about 3 months earlier. That meant she had her son when she was 15 or 16 and her daughter when 18 or 19. Her breast had only the normal sag of natural "D" cups and not the flabby appearance of many mothers. Her nipples were about the diameter of a dime, maybe slightly smaller, I didn't locate one for comparison. They stood out proudly from her breast about ½ inch and were surrounded by areolas no bigger than a quarter. If I could have picked parts out of a body catalog, I could have not done a better job putting her together. Her stomach had no stretch marks and as I stated earlier, she has no sign of body fat. Her pubic hair was trimmed, but not shaved, leaving a nice very dark brown muff, just above her pussy. I would guess her weight to be about 135, maybe 140 pounds, spread quite proportionally over her 5ft 4in wide shouldered and wide hipped frame. She was not a "spinner," but I never liked skinny girls anyway. I would guess her measurements to be about 36D -25-37. I once again put a liberal amount of hand lotion in my palm and rubbed my hands together to warm it. I let my hands form a "C" shape and started at the top of her feet continuing past her ankles, shins, knees, and thighs letting the C widen as the body part got wider. As I approached the junction between her legs, I let my hands separate further apart, going over the noticeable bumps of her pelvic bones and continued up her sides avoiding her titties except the very outer portion, a couple of inched from her erect nipples. I stopped at her arm pits and reversed my journey using the same route. As I leaned forward to reach her sides and underarms, the underside of my totally erect cock came in contact with her pubic hair and my hanging scrotum touched the outer portion of her pussy lips. The touch was a mere byproduct of my position and actions and it generated no response from either of us. The touch was firm enough to be noticeable to me and I am certain Jessica felt it too. Because of the length of travel, my supply of hand lotion would disappear pretty quickly for the first few trips up and down the length of her body. I continued to replenish the supply and would always warm it up before applying it to her body. Let me add a note here to the inexperienced masseuse; be sure and use some sort of oil or lotion to provide lubricant between the hands and body. The difference in the affect is paramount. Now; back to the story. Jessica had her eyes partially closed in a dream like state, but open enough to see my position and every movement. On repeated trips up her legs, I would let my thumbs drift to the inside of her thighs, but as I reached that junction between leg and hip, I would pull my thumbs up that crease and no more than briefly brush against her outer pussy lips. After I passed her pubic region, I would bring my hands back closer together to apply lotion to her taunt stomach, all around and inside her navel, which by the way, was a perfect inny that matched the near perfection of the remainder of her body. I would continue up to her ribcage just below her breast and sometimes massage the area just below her breast where a bra would fit. I have learned from a few large breasted women, that the area where the bra pulls tight against the skin just below the breast, gets sore and irritated after hours of wearing a bra and although Jessica had not worn a bra for several hours, this is one of the area where she complimented my actions with a slight smile and a low gruntled moan. After several trips up and down her entire body, I finally covered both breast with my lotion covered hands as if the only reason was to saturate them in lotion. My position rocked forward and backward as necessary to reach the different portions of her body, but my lower legs from knees to toes stayed pretty much in the same position. I could repeat myself over and over by saying that each time I leaned forward to reach her upper body; the underside of my cock as well as my hanging balls would touch her outer pussy lips. The only purpose that would serve would be the increased use of the words cock and pussy. I could also say there was a pool of secretion forming below her ass crack, but I said in the opening statement, this is a true story. Regardless of the temptation of embellishment, the story is exciting enough to me to stand on the true facts without adding unnecessary exaggeration. By this time the massage had been going at least 30 minutes, maybe 40; although I was too preoccupied to keep actual time. I leaned forward again and this time took one breast in both hands and massaged it fully, gently rubbing and tweaking her erect nipple before moving to the other breast to repeat the treatment. I still cannot believe that a woman who had given birth to 2 kids before her 20th birthday could have such firm and natural breast. For that matter, not many mothers can give birth to two full term babies without having at least some stretch marks. Maybe both her child births were premature. Although I didn't ask, I am certain she did not nurse her 2 babies. I then spent time on each arm, lifting each one and massaging from each finger to the upper arms. All this time, Jessica had not spoken a single word since she first lay down on the Alpaca skin. Sometimes I would ask her, "How does that feel?" Her reply was always a slight smile and that "mmmm" sound of approval. I could see in her eyes that she totally approved of and liked what I was doing to her body. I leaned back to where I was upright between her legs and paused for several seconds just admiring her beautiful body and face. She stayed still and quiet without changing her expression. She was watching me as I pulled off my tee shirt and used it to wipe both my hands, removing as much of the hand lotion as was possible. I then took the shirt and wiped the slight perspiration from my face before tossing it on the floor opposite Jessica's clothes. She watched me as if interested, but without contributing or interrupting as I took my right thumb and started rubbing up and down her pussy lips. As her lips parted, revealing her clit, I continued the up and down motion, transferring her natural moisture to her now erect clit. After several seconds of this manipulation of her clit, I let my thumb enter her and transferred my middle finger of the same hand to rubbing her clit. She began to moan softly and her eyes were fluttering closed at times. I just could not resist tasting this vision before me, so I started leaning forward without stopping the manipulation of her pussy. As I got within a few inches of that beautiful pussy with my mouth, she suddenly leaned up and pushed my face away. For the first time in the last 30 to 45 minutes Jessica spoke. She said, "No, No, I just finished my period and I haven't douched or anything. I will smell." I said, "You don't smell. You are fine." She said, "No, I just can't." At that time, I kept the promise to myself that I would not force her or encourage her to do anything she didn't want to do. Although she had expressed her apprehension for cunilingus, her legs were still splayed and she made no effort to cover herself. In her efforts to push my face away, she had raised her knees and planted both feet on the mattress, but she soon relaxed her knees and let them fall to the side as I continued to rub her pussy with my thumb and middle finger. I assume she was convinced that she had convinced me that eating her pussy was not a good idea, because she seemed to relax and return to her prior state of contentment and arousal. She was watching me closely as if to be ready, in case I tried something else not to her liking. I took my left hand and unbuttoned the two buttons of my wrap-around, tossing it on top of my tee shirt. I then knee walked forward, holding my rigid cock in my left hand as I continued to rub her pussy with my right hand. She laid there silently as I replaced my right thumb with the head of my cock and gently pushed forward to enter an extremely tight and wet pussy. Let me take another side trip here for a minute and say I have seen my share of porno and I do not think I am "well hung." However, I do not spend time in men's locker rooms and restrooms comparing cock sizes either. I know I am not as big as the famous John Holmes, but well over half of the women I have had sex with, whether it be intercourse, blowjob or handjob, have commented favorably on the size of my cock. One thing I do know is; I am circumcised and the head of my cock is somewhat wider (bigger) than the shaft. There is a ridge about ¼ inch thick that travels about 340 degrees of the 360 around the circumference of my cock. As I entered her pussy about 3 or 4 inches she sighed and said, "I haven't had sex in sooo long!" I then leaned forward supporting my weight with my knees and my hands which were placed palms down on either side of her upper body, in kind of a "push-up" position. From there I was able to push forward and enter her to the full extent of my cock. As I entered Jessica's pussy fully, she sighed and said, "That feels so good." After no more than a minute, I suddenly remembered the entire events of the evening and decided to try something to capitalize on those events to enhance the pleasure for both of us. I withdrew and got off the bed, moving quickly to the side nearest the bathroom and to her right side. I started orchestrating her movement to doggie position with her ass pointing to the side of the bed. Like all my previous moves and gestures, she responded easily and correctly to the movements of my hands as well as my verbal suggestions. Once she was in position, I entered her pussy once more and quickly bottomed out. As soon as I was fully entered, I started talking to her about fantasies. I said, "You know what I would like to do? I would like to bend you over the hood of that Denali out there and just pound you from the rear!" She started moaning and getting wetter by the second. Then I said, "and if someone come up and saw us, I would just keep on fucking you and let them watch." This obviously hit a sensitive area for her and she had one of the strongest orgasms I have ever witnessed. She was vocal, and loud, but there were no audible words and her volume was quieter than my ex-wife would have been. Her moans were more like extended grunts similar to what you hear from a woman during childbirth. Her entire body shook but I could also tell that every single muscle in her body was flexed to its fullest extent. I could see it in her back muscles and feel in as I held tightly onto her ass cheeks with both hands. Her pussy tightened to a near grip. With all these tale tell signs combined with the leaking of her pussy, it was so obvious she had a full orgasm. It was one of those orgasms that just seem to suck the entire life out of your body. As she calmed down some, she lazily crawled back across the bed and lay diagonally with her head at the right upper corner of the Alpaca skin and her left foot at the lower left corner. It was as if her body was so lifeless, that she made 2 or 3 crawling motions and then just dropped her head onto the upper portion of her left arm as it extended forward. Her left leg was totally extended but relaxed, as was her left arm. Her right leg was bent approximately 90 degrees at the hip, leaving the inside of her right ankle and right knee facing downward on the fur of the rug. She was somewhere between lying on her left side and lying on her stomach. Her right arm was leisurely lying along her right side with her hand resting on top of her right hip and thigh. This position left her face, her right tittie and part of her stomach exposed on her right side. Her breathing was shallow and fast as if she had just ran a long distance. I was feeling quite proud and satisfied that I had been able to give this beautiful 21 year old girl such a powerful orgasm. I am going to take another side trip here and describe something I have observed and questioned for the last 25 years. One of the reasons I went into so much detail describing my upbringing and how it influenced my personality, character and self esteem, is that I have been trying for a long time to figure if the condition I am about to describe is physical, psychological or chemically induced. Almost every time I have been with a new sex partner, (not counting the very first one) I have difficulty coming to a climax. I will readily admit that the majority of these times have involved alcohol. I suppose drinking and new sex partners, somewhat go hand-in-hand. Maybe I should say cock-in-hand or cock-in-mouth or cock-in-pussy, but you get the idea. You drink; your since of judgment diminishes, as does you inhibitions and the next thing you know, you are with someone for the first time. However, part of this comes from my overwhelming desire to make any experience near perfect for the other participants. At a meeting, conference or seminar, I would rather be the facilitator, making the experience enjoyable for the participants, than to be a participant, having someone else facilitate my needs. At a party or a cookout, I would rather be the host than the guest. When evolved in the sexual act with a partner for the first time, I get my greatest enjoyment from giving her pleasure. That is why an act such as the full body massage fits perfectly into this scheme. I have experienced some women that take great pleasure in capitalizing upon this idiosyncrasy. I have also experienced women who are offended by it and seem to feel inferior at not being able to "make you (me) cum." During these times, I have never suffered an erectile problem. This has been especially true when I am with women who have a high sexual energy, particularly if she is also multi-orgasmic. I remember being with such a girl several years ago; I was 37 at the time and she was 28. After she had about 5 orgasms, she started "What's the matter; Why can't you cum; don't I turn you on?" She received little consolation in me saying, "Yes you turn me on; I have been hard all night; I have just drank so much I can't cum." Now back to my story of Jessica! As soon as she settled into her semi-prone position, I walked around the bed and sit close to her face. She had a slight sheen of perspiration and her hair was just wherever it had fallen. I wiped her face with my left hand, removing the perspiration and moving her hair to the sides of the face. She smiled, but did not speak. I continued to rub her face, arm and shoulder as her breathing returned to near normal. After a couple of minutes, her eyes seemed to focus on my erect cock just inched from her face. I am not sure if her actions were more out of lust, charity or gratitude; but she reached out her right hand and grabbed my cock firmly but gently around the middle. She began scooting forward, toward it and did not stop her movements until her mouth engulfed the head. It is interesting to note here that I had not cleaned myself since we had fucked so vigorously on the other side of the bed. Although she did not want me to lick her pussy earlier because she would "smell," she showed no reservation about taking over half of the same cock that came out of that pussy, into her mouth. Go figure! She spent a few minutes, very enthusiastically giving me one of the very best blowjobs of my life. She had her lips tightly clamped around the shaft with only the slightest contact with her teeth. She would quickly plunge downward until the head of my cock barely hit the back of her throat and then reverse her movement and slow down only slightly as she withdrew until those clamped lips caught on the ridge around the head. About every third to fifth time, she would take it completely out of her mouth, adjust her hold slightly and take a quick breath as she licked the saliva from that ridge using her tongue, much like you would clean up an ice cream cone that was melting on a summer day. Then she would plunge again letting her lips push her hand to the base of my cock. My Neighbor Jessica I have had several GOOD blowjobs, including, but necessarily limited to; my ex-wife, a few professionals, one ex-girlfriend and a woman from Memphis that said, "I would rather do that than ANYTHING." A friend of mine used to say, "Once a person reaches a certain plateau in their field of expertise, they do not deserve to be compared with anyone else." So it was with Jessica; there may be someone with a different technique that would feel better to a different person, but I had never had a blowjob that felt better to me than the one she administered while I set on the side of my bed. As good as it felt, I sensed I would not cum within a reasonable time period, so I said, "Are you ready to go again?" Her answer was a simple monosyllabic "yeah!" and she scooted to the center of the rug and lay on her back with her knees spread wide and lifted slightly, ready for the traditional missionary position. I stood and turned around, then knee walked to between her spread legs. Balancing myself with my left hand palm down on the mattress at her right side, I took my right hand and once again, guided my cock into that wet, tight pussy. She might have been wetter than before, but if she was not as tight, I could not tell it. We fucked in that position for 3 or 4 minutes and I mean WE fucked. I did not just fuck her; she was definitely an active participant. She would grab my back or my butt and use that hold as leverage to thrust forward as we ground pubic bone to pubic bone. Our coordination was so natural that we never once lost penetration. I have heard and read people say that a couple must learn how to make love. Maybe that is true, but Jessica and I did not need to learn how to fuck each other. After just 3 or 4 minutes (who watches a clock at times like this) she once again started to groan and twist and her face became contorted with her eyes almost rolling back into her eyelids and she had another quivering orgasm. It was not quite as strong as the one before, but there was no need to ask, "Did you cum?" Again as Jessica recovered from her orgasm, I withdrew and lay by her side physically exhausted. I began to talk to her and ask her questions. It seemed she would respond to my questions without reservations, but she would not volunteer anything. It was also obvious that Jessica was not a dirty talker. While I would have been encouraged by her saying; "Fuck me" or "Fuck that pussy" or "Let me suck that dick," that was not on the menu with Jessica. It did not hamper her performance, but she did not feel comfortable in graphically describing her, or our actions. When I asked her, "How did you learn to suck dick so good?" She simply smiled and said, "I just like it!" I asked her several questions that she answered quickly and without reservation. I asked her if she had ever been with more than one guy at a time. She said, "yeah, a couple of times." I asked her if it included her husband. She said, "No just a couple of guys I dated." I asked her if she had ever been with another girl. She said, "yeah, once." I asked her to tell me about it. She simply said, "A girl friend of mine and I were on a double date and we both had sex with our dates and then we started fooling around." I asked her if she would help me live out a couple of fantasies. She said, "Yeah, Maybe." All this had me so excited that I just had to fuck her again and cum inside this beautiful body. I moved back between her legs and was welcomed to enter her again for a repeat performance. I started to fuck her in the missionary position and was convinced initially that this was for me and not for her. The caveat was that she must have considered it to be for her and she started cumming soon after our copulation and I reverted back to giving HER pleasure. I pounded her for several minutes with an energy renewed from our conversation. Every minute or two, Jessica would have an orgasm, not as strong as her first two, but unquestionable nonetheless. After about 5 more orgasms on her part, I fell to the side totally exhausted, physically. After a few minutes to rest, Jessica twisted around and started her fabulous blowjob technique again. After just a couple of minutes, I realized I was in that state where I could not cum, so I told her that I was having trouble cumming because of the amount I had drank that night. I said that maybe if I could just lie beside her and masturbate, I would be able to cum. She said, "Would you like to watch me?" For the entire night, this was the first time she had initiated any ideas. I enthusiastically said, "YES!" She positioned herself in the center of the bed with her head at the center of the headboard while I positioned myself in the opposite direction at her left side. I started masturbating as she did while watching each other. After just a couple of minutes, my natures overcome me and I became more interested in her masturbation than mine. I abandoned my, self gratification to assist in hers. I started rubbing her clit as she plunged 2 of her fingers into her pussy. In a few seconds, I changed positions to start entering her pussy with my finger as she instinctively moved to her clitoral stimulation. I started transferring her lubricant from her pussy to her asshole and soon had my forefinger fully inserted into her pussy and my middle finger inserted into her ass. At this point, I leaned forward and said, "Let me lick your clit." She voiced no objection, so I licked the upper portion of her clit as I was plunging my fingers into her pussy and into her ass simultaneously. She did not discontinue her personal assault and continued to rapidly rub the middle finger of her right hand between her clit and my tongue. In just a few seconds, Jessica cum in a violent orgasm that rivaled her first two. As she settled down, I realized I was not going to cum, regardless of the enjoyment and excitement of the entire night. I lay down beside her and said, "I've got to rest." We stayed that way for several minutes before she got up to go to the bathroom. I vaguely remember hearing her peeing in the commode before drifting off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I awoke suddenly and realized Jessica was getting dressed beside the bed, so I asked her what she was doing. She said she had to go back to her own apartment; she had to go to work in a few hours and she didn't bring anything with her to spend the night. I was too tired to argue or even question her reasoning, so I just said I would probably see her "tomorrow," without even thinking it was already "tomorrow." I heard her leave, but was too out of it to even get up and lock the door. My alarm went off in just a couple of hours, and I needed to visit a jobsite that morning. I got up, put on a pot of coffee and then went through my normal morning routine of shower, shampoo and shave. I was feeling a little strange because of the physical exertion and lack of sleep, but the adrenalin, caffeine and ego boost from what happened just a few hours previous, seemed to override my fatigue. My mind was going in a hundred different directions as I drove the 12 miles or so to the construction site I was managing. When I arrived, there were several workers present, representing several different contractors. One of those contractors was a man about 5 years older than me that I considered one of my very best friends. He had a set of plans rolled out on the tailgate of his work truck and as I approached he turned toward me extending his right hand and said "Good Morning." Before I had the opportunity to reply, he continued by saying; "You certainly look chipper this morning." Then quickly added, "I know what happened, you got some pussy last night!" I have heard and even used the term "J.B.F. Look" (meaning "Just been Fucked look), but it had always been applied to women who had make-up, hair and/or clothing in disarray from an obviously passionate wrestling match. I am not sure what he saw in me that caused him to make such an observation. I was freshly showered with my teeth brushed; hair combed and dressed in my normal jeans, work boots, blue denim work shirt and hard hat; just like the previous 20 times he had seen me. I smiled and said, "Good morning Bill," neither confirming nor denying his claimed observation. He continued along the same line, by saying; "I can read you like a book, come on, who was she?" At that moment, my ego overtook me and I replied, "A neighbor girl I met over at my apartments." I did not take time to consider the wording of my statement and because I was almost 55 and he was about 60 at the time, he swiftly picked up on the term, "girl." He repeated the term adding that questioning tone to his voice inflection as he said, "Girl, how old WAS she?" I am not sure if it was my ego or my integrity toward a dear friend that made me answer truthfully by saying, "21." His voice tone had not changed since he had said "girl" and he continued by again repeating my answer and said, "21, how did that happen, you gotta tell me about this!" Now I was feeling guilty about the "kiss & tell" syndrome, so I started to downplay it some by just saying, "It was not a big deal really, we ran into each other last night and I guess we were both in a weak moment and each of us had something the other one needed." I finished my work there at that project within a couple of hours and returned to my apartment/office to do some work and maybe catch a short mid-day nap. There were only a few cars in the parking lot when I got back and Jessica's was not one of them. I did not know her work hours and was somewhat glad she was gone. I started thinking about what had happened and the possible ramifications. Here I was almost 55; between the two of us we had 4 kids under the age of 7; she was younger than my oldest daughter; I did not need another obligation. Was she on some form of birth control? We didn't take any precautions and although I never climaxed, I could have. Was her husband due to come back from Iraq and practice his army training on me? Did she have a brother or father that was due to find out and come after me with a gun? Earlier as the many thoughts ran through my mind on my way to the construction site, I was having pleasurable memories of the night before. Now I was having every negative thought I could imagine concerning the events of the previous night. I did have some work I absolutely had to get done and it took a couple of hours to do so. That occupied my mind until I quit thinking about Jessica constantly. After I finished, I grabbed a bit of lunch and then laid down across the same Alpaca rug to rest. I could smell Jessica's scent on the rug, but it was not at all offensive as she had expressed earlier. I drifted off to sleep, as I decided that, regardless of how much fun I had the night before, I must end this relationship before it can go any further. I woke up about three hours later, brushed my teeth and went to my computer to check email and news headlines. About 4:15, I was startled by a loud knock on the door, so I jumped up and hurried over to look out the peep hole. It was Jessica standing there, but she appeared to be alone. I figured now was the best time to approach her, so I opened the door. Before I had the opportunity to greet her, she started talking rapidly in broken sentences and said, "Listen, what happened last night, well it just can't happen again. I had fun and everything, but I just can't do that again. We can still be friends, but we just can't do that again. Are you OK with that?" I tried not to shout or even break out into an enormous grin. I think I was pretty successful in that regard as I said, "I understand and yes that is perfectly OK. Thank you for coming and telling me and; Yes, I would like to stay just friends." With that, she turned around and retreated to her own apartment. I returned to my seat at the computer, thinking, "Just how lucky can one 54 year old man be in a single span of less than 16 hours?" Sure enough, I rented the apartment I had been wanting, located about 6 or 7 blocks away and Jessica also made arrangement to move in with a girlfriend to save on cost. We saw each other pretty often and would talk like long time friends. We now knew much more about each other, so conversation was actually easier than before. Neither one of us ever mentioned the night we fucked each other's brains out. The last time I saw her was the Saturday I moved out. I had recruited a friend to help me move with his pick-up since the Denali was not suitable. I had already moved everything that would go in the Denali, with the rear seat folded down. That included everything except the bed and a sofa. I had also left all my toiletries, towels and such in the master bath because I had stayed in that apartment, where my bed was the night before. I was taking the bed apart getting ready for my help's arrival when there was a knock on the door. I went to the door, thinking it was my friend with the truck, only to find Jessica, another younger girl she introduced as her sister (I remembered her telling about having a 16 year old sister) and a boy she said was her sister's boyfriend. I didn't pay much attention to either of the younger kid's appearance, but the sister looked exactly like you would expect Jessica's 16 year old sister to look and the boy looked like a 16 year old boy. Jessica said she was also moving that weekend and had already packed everything in boxes, just waiting for a friend to come help them with the move. There is part of her reasoning that does not make total sense, but I had no reason to question her wanting to use my bathroom. Maybe they had literally packed everything including towels and toilet paper. I said for them to make themselves at home; there were still some drinks in the refrigerator and I had not removed the toilet paper from the holders. There were two bathrooms is opposite direction from the refrigerator with the soft drinks, so all three of them started moving around the apartment as I had invited. Jessica went to the master bath first, although she did not indicate she already knew where it was located. After just a few seconds, the little sister started squirming and called out "Hurry Jessie!" I then realized she did not know the layout of my apartment and also knew that Jessica's apartment was a one bedroom while mine was 2 bedrooms & 2 baths. I told the sister that there was another bathroom and pointed the way. She took off as if she really had to go quickly, while the boyfriend tried to talk my ear off. I went back into my bedroom to continue the disassembly of the bed. I didn't really pay attention to Jessica leaving the master bath, but the door was just less than 3 feet from the bedroom door leading into the living room. There was some movement around the apartment, but I had told them to feel at home. After both girls came out of the bathrooms, I could hear talking in the living room, but I didn't try to actually hear their conversation. Jessica came to my bedroom door and asked if I cared if they also took a shower there. I told her she could do whatever she wanted to do; I was moving out in a little while and did not want to ever see that place again. I told her where the towels and wash cloths were and said there was still soap in both bath tubs. Jessica got some towels and gave to her sister and then went outside, I assume back to her apartment for something. I was busy and did not pay attention to the sister and boyfriend. They did not need my help and they were not my responsibility. I heard Jessica coming back in the front door and then a moment later she started hollering at her sister and the boyfriend. I didn't understand what the problem was and the only words I understood was "Get out of there!" I stood up and took a step toward my bedroom door, just as Jessica and the boy were coming back into the living room from the hallway leading to the second bath. Jessica said to me as a manner of explanation, "I had to separate them; they were in the bathroom together." The boy stayed in the living room as Jessica went into my bathroom, saying; "My mother would kill all of us if I let them take a shower together!" I was in the bedroom floor, finishing the last of the bed disassembly and just 5 or 6 feet from the bathroom door when the shower started running. Because of the bedroom/bathroom arrangement in this apartment layout, the master bedroom door had a privacy lock, but the bathroom door, just inside that had just a passage set. I took a couple of the smaller bed frame items out to the living room and placed by the entrance door awaiting my help with the truck. The larger items, I was leaving in the bedroom until I got help. I noticed the boyfriend had wandered outside, so I thought I would surprise Jessica and kinda' pull a trick on her. I closed the bedroom door and locked it, then opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. Jessica was in the shower, but the curtain was so opaque she could not see me. I stepped to the front of the commode which would put me about 2 feet from the shower curtain and said, "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" She jerked the shower curtain back about half way and while standing there in all her naked glory, started scolding me in a whispering voice. She said, "Get out of here; I had to break up my sister and her boyfriend from taking a shower together. I'll never keep them apart if they know you are in here with me." Then she slowly closed the shower curtain, but did nothing to hide any portion of her body until then. I left the bathroom, closing the door and then unlocked the bedroom door and went back into the living room as if everything was normal. My friend showed up with the truck about that time and we started loading the large and heavy stuff. He could hear the showers running and asked who was in there. I told him it was just a couple of neighbors who wanted to use my showers. In just a few minutes, the two girls came out of the separate bathrooms at about the same time, both dressed in shorts, tee shirts and with wet hair. I told Jessica we were going to take that load over to my new apartment and then I would come back in a little while to get the bathroom stuff. She asked about locking the door. I said not to worry about it; there was nothing there worth stealing. As my friend and I approached his truck, he said; "You sure did have some pretty and friendly neighbors; are you sure you want to move?" That was the last time I ever saw Jessica, but I will add one more thing. She looked every bit as good naked, standing in that shower on a Saturday morning when I was cold sober as she did lying naked in my bed a few nights before. So I know it was her actual good looks and not my beer goggles.