Marty is 35 divorced with a seven year old son. Her son plays on a soccer team one of my companies sponsors. I toss my keys on foyer table. It is a very warm June afternoon, so I’m home early. I loosen my tie and open a cold beer from the fridge. At 55 years old, I’m a rarity in the neighborhood- a man divorced six times in a community filled with families. I had taken the opportunity to buy and move into a home. Sitting down to check out what is on TV, I hear the sound of a car door closing across the street and look out the window to see my divorced neighbor, Marci White, coming home from soccer practice. I have been eyeing Marty since I first moved in and since finding out she is divorced, no boyfriend and not dating anyone. I increasingly frequently have wild fantasies about her. With a perfectly toned and tanned body, Marci is the object of desire of not only her fellow co-workers but also me.
The quick glimpse of Marty is enough to make me wander over to my DVD collection where I decided a showing of porn movie would be the perfect way to take advantage of my sudden arousal. Just as I was about to get started, my doorbell rang. Tossing the DVD case on the table, I went to the door, figuring I’d be chasing away a pesky salesman.

To my surprise and delight, standing on my doorstep is Marci. The sleeves on her gray t-shirt rolled up to her shoulders and her red nylon soccer shorts clung to her well-defined thighs. With her shoulder length brown hair up in a ponytail, her face is still flush from a clearly strenuous practice. Drops of sweat slowly drizzled off her forehead, but my gaze wandered to her warm brown eyes. ” Hi Mr. Malone,” Marty said with a playful tone. ” Thank you, for sponsoring the soccer team. I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink.” I didn’t hesitate. ” Of course. Come on in,” I said, stepping aside to allow Marci to enter. Despite her recent time out in the sun, her body still had the fresh, inviting scent of perfume of sweet mix of strawberries and vanilla.