Summer Nights_(1)

This is my first attempt at writing for others. Constructive criticism is welcome. However, rudeness will be ignored. If the story is like I will continue. Sorry, I forgot to set the comments.


I’m 37 years old recently divorced after 18 years and my name is Rick. I’m 6’ tall and 190 pounds. My marriage started out with a lot of sizzle. The sex was great. Over the years it became less and less frequent and seemed to lack the passion it once had.
Like most men, I love sex. I have always believed that there are three kinds of sex. First there is fucking. That is just sex where there is no emotional connection. Second there is sex. That is where there is some emotional connection like a new couple or friends with benefits kind of thing. Then the third and my favorite, is making love. That is a deep personal connection where every moment is bliss. By the end of my marriage trying to achieve that feeling was like work though the sex was still great.
I had moved in with some relatives in a large house that we all rented out in the country. It was a great arrangement. One big beautiful house that we all shared in an upscale location and we split all of the bills so it was cheap. The neighbors were all nice. I am not a social person by nature but I had met them and felt comfortable talking to them. All accept this pretty blond that lived down the road about a ¼ of a mile. She walked twice a day and every time I saw her, she would scowl and keep walking.
One day I was getting the mail and she was walking down the street. I decided to wait a moment and try to strike up a conversation. As she approached she had that same disgruntled look she always had.
I smiled at her and said, “Hello, nice day for a walk”. I know, a little weak but I had to start somewhere.
“Hi” was all she said as she walked away.
Needless to say it didn’t seem too likely that I would ever be able to crack that hard shell. So I puttered around in the yard for a while hoping to get another chance. Then I saw her coming down the road back towards her house. If anything, she looked even more annoyed when she noticed me.
“Was it something I said or did or what” I asked slightly annoyed. To my surprise she stopped, turned, and looked at me glaringly.
“Not yet, but I am sure there is some kind of lame line you’re going to try to use to pick me up. I’m not interested. I’m married and I don’t need another horny dog trying to hump my leg.” Then she walked away quickly.
I know I’m not Don Juan or Rico Suave but I felt that was a little harsh. But I was sure that I would see her another time so I could try again. I wasn’t trying to start anything. I was just trying to be friendly. But my guess is that she had been hit on so much that it was natural for her to be defensive. It was two or maybe three weeks later that I was outside again and saw her walking by again.
Once again I smiled, “Hello, have a nice walk. By the way I’m not a dog. I’m a neighbor just being polite.” It seemed like she ignored me and kept walking. I didn’t wait around for her this time figuring that it might be considered kind of creepy.
A couple days later I was outside again and she was walking by again. This time she turned down my driveway and walked right up to me. As she walked closer I went from thinking this woman was pretty to holy shit she looks amazing. You could see her tight toned muscles through the fabric of her exercise outfit. I tried to keep my cool but I was having difficulties. How long had it been since an attractive woman walked up to me? As she walked up to me, I noticed that her usual hostile facial expression was softer and not as annoyed.
As she stopped directly in front of me, I just kept my eyes on her eyes hoping to have some kind of hint of what she was doing here. “I was going to stop on my way back the other day but you had gone in already. But I didn’t want to disturb you and your wife.”
I laughed a little which seemed to annoy her a little. “I’m not married, actually just recently divorced. I live here with some relatives and my son. We all lease the property together to make it more affordable.” She seemed to relax a little after this.
“Oh, I had seen a couple of other people and assumed one might be your wife. My name is Karen. So were you hitting on me then? Like I said I am married you know.” She asked with a kind of expression that the glaring was about to come back.
“No, I am not hitting on you. I am just trying to get to know my neighbors and you are the only one I haven’t met yet. And as I said before, I am just being neighborly. Would you like to sit and have a water before you continue your walk?” I asked hoping to continue my conversation with her.
“No, I should really go and finish my walk. If it’s ok I will stop on my way back though and have that water then.”
“Ok, then you could tell me what you wanted to talk about when you were going to stop the other day.”
As she walked away I noticed that she had a great ass. I looked away quickly not wanting to get caught checking her out. In my mind, I noticed she had an athletic build, about 5’ 4” tall, and probably had large B or possibly C cup breasts. In any case, she was a classically attractive blonde woman. It was about this time I notice I was getting a little uncomfortable and could use a little time to relax. I adjourned to the shower to clean up and rub one out as I had not been laid in about 6 months. After a twenty minute shower and an adequate orgasm, I got dressed and went back outside. I sat and waited patiently with several ice cold waters in a cooler between the two chairs on the front porch. A short time later I saw her walking down the street towards my house. I noticed that she had worked up a sweet during her walk as it was a warm day and we lived on a hill. I had a couple minutes before she would be there so I ran inside and grabbed a clean towel and brought it out with me. She was just coming down the driveway when I came out.
“I thought you were going to avoid me the way you ran into the house.” She laughed as she joked.
I politely handed her the towel and retrieved water for her.