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Lionel Baxter placed his washed and dried lunchtime dishes back in the kitchen cabinet, and taking a last sip of water, looked out into his backyard as he swallowed. A welcome late-fall warm stretch saw a brilliant blue sky and sunlight bathing the well-kept lawn, marred only by the litter of the constantly falling leaves. The wisteria along the back fence had also surrendered to the season and revealed its twisted and gnarled tendrils, the voice of Lionel's wife coming to him, *quot;...you'll need to get onto that wisteria Darling. It'll take over before you know it!*quot; He could almost hear the echo of her words in the empty house and despite the sadness, her ghost brought a smile to his lips.
'Today, Dorothy,' he whispered back, straightening as he stoically breathed deep to fight back the tears that threatened to approach. Six years, he thought. 'Better late than never,' he managed to chuckle.
*
He remembered his cap as he made to leave the bedroom and circled back toward the closet, pausing at the dresser in contemplation before opening the topmost drawer and looking upon the keepsakes. The small box of jewelry and perfumes nestled in the corner, taking one from its home and heading back toward his bed where he sprayed the pillow, she'd nightly laid her head upon. The Jo Malone fragrance of sandalwood and juniper, her favorite, rose to meet his senses and filled the room with her presence.
He'd sleep well tonight
*
The raking complete, and leaves piled orderly for mulching, Lionel took up his pruning shears and garden saw and set his mind on taming the wisteria. Planted by the couple and now mature and thriving, the climber had been a welcome fixture over the last few years, screening his property as the rear neighboring house had transitioned its tenants.
Many times, Lionel had been admittedly thankful his wife wasn't around to have to put up with the constant partying and late-night music from the short-term rentals that had inhabited the dwelling, the pool, so close to their boundary, always the focus of the revelry.
Thankfully, it came as a relief when after years of forced tolerance on his behalf, the house changed hands, a young family moving in, whom Lionel had often encountered on one of his many walks, passing by the property. Their relationship went little further than waving, discussions of the weather, and pleasantries, but seeking to keep it convivial, Lionel would have to see to the damage the wisteria had clearly been doing to the boundary during his years of inattention.
Limbs clung hermetically to the treated pine and tendrils had managed to creep between many of the pickets, warping the boards, and on some, even prying them from the posts. Most remedied with the pruning shears, it was when he used his saw on one particularly thick limb and the picket came away from the rest, he realized his hammer would be necessary to complete the repair on the fence.
Returning from the garden shed, Lionel took a moment to remove his cap and wipe his forehead before he took hold of the loose timber and prepared to hammer it back into place, thwarted when the picket came off completely from the fence.
'Blast,' Lionel murmured to himself and squatted down to realign the exposed nails with the lower rail. It was as he positioned the picket, that he happened to casually glance up through the created gap and into the neighboring backyard, his eyes drawn to the vision no more than twenty feet from his location.
As unexpected as an upskirt in a cafe, and as if in slow motion, a nymph rose from the water of the pool. The initial impression was she was naked, her body glistening and every curve and fold on stark display before he noticed the string of a bikini, admittedly doing little to nothing in providing coverage. Mesmerized, Lionel watched her ascend the steps, raising her hands to wipe her eyes and continuing, running her fingers through her hair to wring out most of the water, her head tilting endearingly as she looked nonchalantly in his direction as if already aware of her admirer.
'Oh, hi Mister B,' the girl casually noted his presence and Lionel felt his face flush with color as he caught his breath. Her name lost to him momentarily, Lionel coughed before attempting to apologize and defend any offense taken by his actions.
'I'm sorry dear,' he managed, 'I... I was fixing the fence you see,' he justified his appearance in the gap and the girl smiled at his fumbling over words. 'I assure you I wasn't spying!' He emphasized, which in effect brought more attention to the compromising situation he'd found himself in. The comment, however, brought laughter to the girl which went some way in allaying his fears of any potential reprisal from the father.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she dismissed. 'I was just swimming,' she stated the obvious, moving toward her towel and using it to wipe her face, Lionel was surprised she seemed in no hurry to cover her near-naked body, in fact, as he attempted to focus on his work, his eyes keeping her in his peripheral Sahabet vision, she seemed to relish her state. 'I heard you over there,' she dropped the towel and moved closer toward him, her action allowing Lionel to look up at her body with impunity. 'I was wondering what you were up to.'
The bikini Lionel supposed, was initially white. The water however, having rendered it entirely transparent, enabled Lionel to feast his eyes on the erect nipples of the girl, pink and perfect, lower, the complete absence of pubic hair upon her pronounced mound of Venus, and even further below, the tantalizing tease of upper labia. He could feel his face burning and was thankful the cap shaded his embarrassment.
'I was pruning the wisteria. It's the best time of the season. It's grown through the pickets you see. That's what pried off this panel,' he explained the opening in their divide.
'Oh, and you're going to put it back?' she surprisingly questioned.
'Of course,' Lionel raised the hammer, laughing to himself.
'Well, that's a shame,' she unexpectedly suggested. 'If you took off another, we could come and go between.'
'I... why would we need to...?' Lionel asked, perplexed by the idea.
'I don't know,' the girl shrugged. 'It's just, I'm here all alone this week. If you left it off, we could at least talk through the fence.' The thought of daily seeing this goddess, even in a more clothed state, admittedly didn't sound that unappealing but even as he weighed up the advantages, he considered the potential repercussions. How would it look to her parents? The old man next door keeping their daughter (parading around in her swimwear no less) company, whilst they were away from home. From the outside, it might not seem so wholesome.
'Ah, where are your parents... Ashley?' Lionel recalled the girl's name, veering from the matter. He remembered being invited in to join her birthday party some time back as he'd passed by the house, politely declining, but the recollection of it being her 18th relieved some of the anxiety he felt at her being so exposed in his presence.
Ashley smiled at his obvious remembrance of her name. 'They've gone back to Atlanta to check out wedding venues with Jimmy,' she alluded to the older brother. 'There was no way I was going to tag along. Boring!' The sound of a landline ringing from her house had Ashley looking over her shoulder before turning back with a grimace on her face. 'That'd be Mom now,' she rolled her eyes. 'I baked this morning and she'll be checking up to see I didn't burn down the house.'
'Well, you'd best go allay her fears,' Lionel laughed, and Ashley smiled back warmly before skipping back to her towel. There was nothing lecherous in Lionel's eyes alighting on the girl's rear. The thong back a mere floss of string as it disappeared between her well-rounded globes, and in that moment, he could think of nothing more beautiful in the world.
'Hey. Do you like cookies?' Ashley quickly turned and Lionel hoped she hadn't caught where his eyes had focused.
'Of course,' he shrugged, smiling at her wide-eyed youthful playfulness. 'Who doesn't?'
'And you won't put the fence back up!?' She pointed at him accusatorily, frowning until Lionel raised his hands in defeat.
'You're the boss!' He again laughed.
'I'm the boss,' she quoted and smiled to herself as she sashayed toward the back door of the house. 'I like that,' she took a last look at the older man to be sure he still watched her before she entered to answer the call.
*
Lionel was pondering on what to make for dinner when the doorbell rang. He looked at the time and questioned who would be calling at the late hour of the afternoon, a part of him openly hoping it was the girl. A blurred pink form stood behind the frosted glass, his heart rate quickening as he approached and upon opening, he wasn't disappointed to see Ashley patiently awaiting his arrival.
'Hey Mister B,' she smiled, pointing her thumb over her shoulder to her bike positioned against the wall. 'I brought over some cookies.'
'Oh, goodness, what a lovely surprise,' Lionel smiled, once more feeling his face flush in her presence, so unlike his normal demeanor. 'Well... would you like to come in?' he offered, watching her turn to retrieve the Tupperware container attached to the rear of the pink bike with octopus straps. More clothing adorned her body than previous, he noted, but admittedly not much. Her dress clung to her figure and just succeeded in stretching over her buttocks, Lionel questioning how she managed to ride a bike and retain any level of modesty. 'You know you can call me Lionel,' he said as the girl slinked past him to enter the house. Wide he'd held the door and yet she still managed to brush against his body, goosebumps breaking out on his skin as her upper arm touched his chest.
'Lionel,' the girl repeated, seemingly weighing up the name in her head. 'You don't mind if I keep calling you Mister B?' she asked as he closed the door behind Sahabet Giriş them. 'I like it. It's cute.'
Nothing about him had been called *quot;cute*quot; for more than fifty years and his face reddened further as he acquiesced.
'No, that's fine,' he smiled. 'Please, come through,' he pointed into the house and led the way back to the kitchen. 'All is well with your mother I take it?'
'What? Oh, yeah,' Ashley smiled, placing her container on the kitchen table before dismissing his concern with a wave of her hand. 'She was just checking up on me.'
There was an awkward moment of hesitation between the two, broken by Lionel questioning if she'd like something to drink.
'Do you have a beer?' The girl attempted, a wry smile coming to her face at Lionel's surprise before relenting. 'It was worth a try,' she giggled, Lionel, heading to the fridge chuckling to himself.
'I think milk is more appropriate for cookies. Heaven forbid what your parents would think of me providing you with alcohol,' Lionel proposed.
'I AM an adult,' Ashley stated as she opened the plastic container, Lionel returning with a carton of milk and two glasses. 'Turned eighteen six months ago,' she seemed proud to affirm.
'Oh, I know,' Lionel nodded, returning to a cabinet to fetch two saucers. 'I remember when you had your party.'
'Oh. Hope we didn't make too much noise,' Ashley laughed, pulling out a chair when Lionel gestured for her to sit. She left the chair faced in his direction and as Lionel filled the glasses, he was granted a clear upskirt in his peripheral vision. Ashley leaned forward, momentarily closing her parted thighs as she placed a cookie on each of their plates, quick to go back to her pose, legs naively or perhaps suggestively spread.
Lionel turned his back on the almost wanton display and returned the milk to the fridge before attempting to take his own seat and remove the temptation from his gaze. She was wearing panties; of that he was sure, the pure white having demanded attention under the impossibly short skirt. He imagined her riding the bike and felt a welcome stirring in his loins.
'Delicious!' Lionel praised the cookie after swallowing, having perceived the girl's watchful and expectant gaze as he'd bitten and chewed. Ashley beamed at the news, and it made Lionel smile that he'd pleased her.
'It's Mom's recipe,' Ashley shrugged, nibbling at her own cookie.
'Then you've inherited your mother's skill at baking,' Lionel raised his milk and Ashley did the same, the two touching their glasses, giggling before sipping the beverage.
A silence descended between them, the clock awkwardly ticking the break in conversation.
'I know about your wife,' Ashley nodded. 'Dad told us. I'm sorry,' she offered, and Lionel was taken by how genuine her sympathy seemed.
'Oh Sweetheart, thank you,' he nodded back. 'It's been six years,' he managed to smile. 'Time. It goes by so quickly,' he paused. 'You know, that's why I was out there pruning the hedge. Dorothy told me it would get out of hand... I was just distracted for a while you see.'
'Well, it's lucky for us it did. I mean, it must have been fate, otherwise, we probably wouldn't be talking now, right!' Ashley proposed. 'I wouldn't have made a new friend. And you wouldn't have seen me pretty much naked!'
Her words caught Lionel by surprise. He'd assumed she had no qualms about how she'd appeared before him, that the fact he had indeed seen more than was possibly considered appropriate hadn't fazed her in the slightest. But now she was bringing attention to herself, which could also lead to the fact he had admittedly been caught spying.
Words struggled to come to Lionel, and he was glad when she continued.
'You know Mom would kill me if she knew I was wearing something like that,' she referred to the bikini. 'It's stupid though. I mean girls wear less at the beach nowadays,' she defended her choice of swimwear.
'Well, I think you looked beautiful,' Lionel risked, and it drew another smile from the girl. 'And you were in the privacy of your backyard,' he added. 'If not for a dirty old man spying on you, no one would know,' he shyly smirked and Ashley laughed.
'You weren't spying Mister B!' She defended him, and it made Lionel feel better about the situation. She was clearly not going to tell her parents about his actions and in return, there was no way he'd inform her mother about her attire. 'Anyway, I don't mind if you look,' her eyes found his and penetrated, an unspoken link developing between the two. 'Do you really think I looked beautiful?' She sought clarification, and disarmed, Lionel was now eager to define.
'You know, I'm nearly seventy-one,' he nodded, noting the girl didn't recoil at his confession. 'And if I'm honest... I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, nor as...' he struggled to find the word, '...intimately, if you understand my meaning.'
It was now time for Ashley to blush and Lionel was relieved she was showing some sense Sahabet Yeni Giriş of awareness as to how open and honest their discussion was.
'But your wife?' Ashley questioned his confession and Lionel was quick to elaborate.
'Oh, please don't misunderstand. Dorothy was, is, the love of my life. We were high school sweethearts,' he admitted. 'She's always with me,' he placed a hand on his heart. 'But I'll confess, I never saw her wearing what you...' he needn't finish the sentence. 'Nor as, well... how you are,' he again didn't need to spell out the words.
'You mean waxed?' Ashley dragged her eyes from his and looked down at her lap. 'It's no big deal,' she edged her chair sideways marginally on the floor to expose her legs once more to him before casually shifting her dress the mere inch needed to slip up over her hip. 'All girls are shaved down there nowadays!'
Lionel looked upon the sight. The girl's thighs were well spread and as he'd already ascertained, a tiny panel of white underwear hugged her crotch, so small in fact, again he was witness to the uppermost labia of her pussy peeking over the hem.
'Oh goodness,' Lionel breathed, the heat rising on his neck and cheeks. 'As I said,' he swallowed as his eyes dragged back up her body, seeing her nipples proudly poking against the tight dress. 'You're beautiful Ashley,' he reassured her when she once more found his eyes, breaking from them to take another bite of the cookie. 'And your confidence, brought forth with an endearing innocence. Well, it's especially attractive. To an old codger like me,' he threw in, smiling.
'*quot;Endearing innocence*quot;,' Ashley quoted. 'Hmm... I kinda wish you'd just say I was fucking hot!' She laughed to show there was no ill will.
'Well, I thought that was a given,' Lionel too laughed.
'My brother thinks I dress like a hooker,' Ashley confessed, in no hurry to lower her dress. 'He calls me a slut,' she added searching Lionel's eyes. 'But here's the thing Mister B. I've never even seen a dick!'
Again, Lionel was taken by surprise by the girl's forthrightness. He was about to offer his thoughts when she continued.
'I mean, not really,' she smirked. 'I've seen Daddy's, and Jimmy's. I even walked in on Jimmy in the bathroom when I knew he was jerking off, just so I could see one hard.'
'Oh,' Lionel breathed out.
'Weird right?' She smiled and Lionel marveled at the girl's condor, her self-awareness.
'I won't say that,' he disagreed, pausing before going on. 'I believe you're just curious. You're young and exuberant, clearly confidant in your body, as you most certainly should be. As for that word your brother uses. Well, I think a lady should be free to wear what she pleases without the fear of label. People seem so eager to judge others these days, though I suppose it's always been the way. You're a free spirit Ashley, and I for one find that most enchanting.'
Ashley grinned before taking a sip of her milk.
'I like the way you talk, Mister B.'
'Well, that may be because I'm lavishing you with veneration,' Lionel smiled, becoming comfortable within her presence, undressed as she was.
'You see!' Ashley laughed. 'I don't even know what you just said but I love listening to you speak,' she admitted, and Lionel joined in with a chuckle of his own.
'Then let me declare my door always open to you my dear. For conversation, even just affirmation if that's what you need,' he nodded, smiling kindly before taking another bite of his cookie.
There was a pause and Ashley looked over her glass at him as she sipped.
'Is the door open for anything else Mister B?' she cryptically inquired as she lowered the glass, her top lip lined with milk before she licked it off, in Lionel's eyes possibly more overtly than needed.
'I, well...' he struggled, the heat again rising on his neck.
'I loved it when you were watching me,' Ashley seemed to divert from her question, quickly reverting. 'Do you like looking at me, Mister B?'
'Oh,' he swallowed. 'As I said Ashley, you're most beautiful.'
Their eyes locked, Ashley casually placed her near-empty glass on the table and using both hands, lowered the front of her dress to allow her breasts to fall free. Lionel had no power to resist gazing upon the unveiling, his own private screening of youthful perfection right there in his kitchen.
'Do you like my tits, Mister B?' Ashley questioned.
His heart racing, Lionel managed to once more lift his eyes to see her studying his reaction.
'Ashley, I don't think it's approp...' he was cut off mid-sentence.
'Can I see your dick, Mister B?' The girl almost begged and shocked, Lionel released a long-held breath.
'It's probably not the best idea,' Lionel rose from his chair, reaching for his glass and placing it upon the empty saucer, Ashley shifting her chair out slightly to face him directly.
'Please Mister B.' She looked up at him with doe eyes and Lionel paused his clearing of the table to fix his gaze on her. Thighs parted and micro panties on display. Her perky upturned breasts were exposed; the nipples erect. Who was he to deny this natural beauty of anything she craved? 'I just want to see one up close,' she added, her eyes dropping to his crotch expectantly.