Our neighbor was a single man in his forties. He was really good looking and tall. I don’t know what his job was, but he would be home for weeks at ... time. It was around noon, and I was getting horny again. I decided to go to our dining room window and masturbate with the hopes that our mailman would see me. Unfortunately he had already come. Our dining room window overlooked the carport and was directly across from our neighbor’s. As I stood there playing with myself and looking out of the. “Mmm…. What a good idea.” I told her as I got up and walked over to her. I walked up behind her and kissed her lightly on her neck, my hands running down her arms. Then my hands were on her stomach and up to her luscious breasts. “Susan stop, what are you doing.” She replied grabbing my hands. “Nothing more than what you did to me not so long ago remember.” I told her as a grabbed her breasts and began to play with her nipples through her shirt. “Seriously you have got to stop.” She. We exchanged phone numbers and I said my thanks and goodbyes and next day was on a flight to Australia I did not expect to hear from her but I was surprised with a call from her two weeks later to ask how I was doing and she promised to call again which she did so I returned her call and a regular pattern followed and we were getting used and close to one another after about 2 months the conversation switched to sex and she confessed she did not trust men and so had refrained from getting into. My mouth felt dry, but my pussy felt wet. I leaned down and reached up under my blue flower print skirt and pulled my blue thong down to my ankles, yanked them off, and tossed them on Vincent’s lap with a smile. “What’cha doin over there?” he asked, his eyes glazed and red. “Nun’ya,” I replied back as spread my thighs apart and flipped up my skirt to reveal my wet shaved pussy. “That certainly looks like my business,” he said with a grin. I licked the tip my index finger before I slid it.