A newly married couple moved in next door late last year. The wife automatically caught my eyes, fit, blonde, she was definently hot, and what she wore showed she knew it. The husband was an okay guy, a mailman, relocated to the city for work. I offered to help them move in, the wife knew what I was up to and ignored my offer. I didn’t see them much for the next few months, as I at work or outside. I had come to learn she was a housewife, looking for work, but stayed home. I tried to get convos going but she was callous, sensing what I was after. I mean could you blame me, a 20 something year old gorgeous blonde was my neighbor.
I deiced to give up, getting her hints of disinterest. Yesterday, I decided to take a day off; didn’t feel like going to work with a week’s worth of blueballs. Made myself coffee to wake up and stood in front of the mirror looking onto the neighbor’s lawn. She was planting flowers into the soil and caught my glance, I looked away fast and when I looked back she was smiling at me, I smiled back. She walked over and stood on my patio waiting for me to open my door, I didn’t hesitate to oblige. Her name was Ava, and she was 23, we’re the same age. I didn’t hesitate to act boldly, cutting the sexual tension.