The Lovely Lady Next Door - Sex Stories

The Lovely Lady Next Door

“Are you new around here?” a stunning Latina asked me as I was checking my mail.

“Just a couple of months now,” I replied, turning around to get a better look at her.

My guess would have been she was at least five years older than me, somewhere in her early forties. She was a few inches taller than me, and she had a slim build for a woman who had given birth a couple of times. Whenever I saw her, she usually sported a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt or blouse that showed off her breasts. I would occasionally catch glances of her as she was walking by, trying to sneak a peek at her.

My favorite mental image came from a voyeuristic encounter around the time I first saw her. I saw voyeuristic, but it wasn't a sexual thing to most people. I heard some noise outside, and when I went to investigate, I saw her bending over to get something out of her car. She was wearing jeans, and she had tucked a hand-shaped fly swatter in her back pocket. I just remember it being the perfect target, and an implement that could have handled the job.

“I'm Isabella, and it's just me and the boys,” she introduced herself, not extending a hand after noticing mine were full.

“Fiona,” I answered back with a short wave.

“Is it just you all alone? Or do you have a secret boyfriend?” she joked as I thumbed through the fliers and junk mail in my hands.

“It's just me, I've been by myself for a few years,” I answered with maybe too much information.

“Oh, I'm sorry honey, I'm sure ...

... you'll be ok. You're a beautiful woman. Some guy will snatch you up sooner or later,” she said, starting with compassion and ending with optimism.

“How have you been?” I questioned, desperately trying to drive the line of questioning away from my love life or lack thereof.

“I've been better. My ex-husband has been late with the child support, and I've been working extra shifts just to keep up with the bills,” she solemnly replied.

“When is your next night off?” I asked trying not to sound to eager after deducing she was single.

“Tomorrow, why?” she said as the curiosity crossed her face.

“I think a bottle of wine and some relaxing would do us both some good,” I suggested with a friendly smile.

“That sounds wonderful,” she beamed before we parted ways.

I sighed as I tossed the junk mail into the recycle and put the relevant stuff next to the radio. Seducing straight women can be a challenge sometimes, but maybe with a little wine, she would be more willing to spend the night with me. I clicked on the FM and turned the dial toward the classic rock station. After kicking off my shoes, I walked into the kitchen to see if I had any unopened bottles of wine in the cabinet or any snacks.

After opening the cabinet and seeing all that remained was a half a box of Merlot that I hadn't touched in weeks and a bag of spicy nacho corn chips rolled up without a chip clip.

“That certainly won't do,” I said out loud.

The next day at the store, I was walking around ...