Chapter 1
Jason
I noticed the front window curtains pulled back next door several times during the couple of hours it took to move everything from the huge moving truck into my new home. But I never got a good look at who was peeking out at me.
She has a large round ceramic bowl in her hands with a glass top. “I know that you probably don’t have anything unpacked to cook dinner with,” she told me as she handed me the bowl with the pot holders since the bowl is hot.
“I just baked it this afternoon,” she told me in a sultry voice while she lifted the lid to show me the lasagna in the bowl.
It was at that moment that I noticed that she had one of those “Fanny Packs” around her waist. She smiles broadly while she stuck it under my right arm pit.
“Gottas have something to h it down with,” she told me in her sultry voice.
I stood there with my mouth agape as I watched her walk back to her home next door.
Even in those sweatpants I can tell she has a sweet little ass while I watch it swaying back and forth.
When she reaches her steps, she glances back at me over her shoulder and smiles. She knew I had watched her all the way.
I’m not sure why but as I sit at my table eating the lasagna that was given to me, it feels like this is the best meal I have ever had. I have to admit that the sangria went very well with the dinner.
I don’t know of it was the sangria or the fact that moving had exhausted, I was on the couch by 9pm and asleep in a matter of minutes. As I drifted off, I found myself wondering about the woman next door with purple hair.
Does she have a fella or is she single. If she is single, why is a woman as attractive as her still single. I fell asleep well before I could come up with an answer to those questions. I do know that I had a smile on my face.
I was up at 7am and unpacked my coffee pot first. I am useless until I’ve had my first cup of coffee. On days like this after getting exhausted, it takes a second cup of coffee before I feel human.
When I step out onto my back porch that has the view of Meydenbauer Bay from my home just a half a football field away from the beach, the morning air is crisp but warm on the 2nd of June. After looking out over the bay for a while, I go inside to start some more unpacking.
After putting away the kitchen items first that I unpacked, I dug into the boxes with the bedroom and bathroom linens. Since I slept on the couch last night, I made it a point to make the bed before taking a break for another cup of coffee. Yeah, I’m a bit of a coffee addict.
I was just pouring the third cup of the day from the pot that I brewed at 7am when my doorbell rang again.
Really? Someone is at my door first thing Monday morning?
I was curious when I reach to open the door.
Then I broke into a broad smile when I saw it was the woman with the purple hair at my door.
“I didn’t know what you like so I got you a Moca Capuchino…everyone likes Moca Capuchinos,” she told me as she handed me the Venti size drink from Starbucks. It was then I noticed that she also had a bag in her other hand that isn’t holding the drink carrier.
“Why don’t you come in…miss,” I invited the sexy woman. I’m a terrible judge of women’s ages but my guess it that she might be in her early 30’s. “My name is Charlotte but my friends and family call me Charlie,” she told me as she came into the house.
Although I am still unpacking, I am a little embarrassed by the state of the house. At least the kitchen is unpacked in in good order. “My name is Jason and I’m sorry about the mess. If you will follow me to the kitchen we can relax there and enjoy our coffees,” I announced.
“How on earth did you know that glazed croissants are my favorite” I gasped when she opened the bag and handed me one. “Oh I didn’t dear, that happens to be my favorite too,” she informed me.
Over the next hour, we chatted amicably. I found that Charlie works from home like I do with her Pod Cast where she models women’s fashions and lingerie.
Charlie seemed fascinated by the fact that I am an author with a number of best sellers to my name. When I tell her my Pen Name, she squeals. “You are Jason Longfellow?” she asked excitedly. “That’s me I chuckled.
“Oh my gawd Jason, I have read most of your stories. You have quite a naughty imagination,” she coos seductively. Gawd I love her sultry voice.
This time I have a much better view of her sexy ass while she walks from my patio to hers. The extremely short cutoff shorts she has on allows a good amount of her ass cheeks to hang out the back of those shorts.
This time I find myself wondering what it would be like to yank down those shorts and bury my face in that delicious little ass. I remember that she told me that she is 40 years old during our talk. She could easily pass for ten years younger. I find myself quite enchanted by this MILF next door.