[young at heart]

It started a few years ago, my Wife & I were getting older and moved into our new Bungalow on the coast. I had just taken early retirement, my wife still worked 2 days a week & life was good. Anyway, after a year or so I started to get to know my next-door neighbour, she was a slightly older woman whose husband had died just before we moved in, & I guess she was starting to get lonely on her own. Her kids didn’t come to see her much & she spent most of her time alone in the house & garden she obviously loved. It all started when she used to take parcels in for me if I was away from home, I would go around to retrieve them, and as time went on we got more and more friendly. My wife never came with me to see the neighbour, mainly because Wifey was a bit shy & did not mix with people very well. Anyway, it progressed with me offering to cut her front lawn as It was getting too much for her & it was starting to make the neighbourhood look a bit scruffy & unkept. As the months progressed she would invite me inside, I stayed for a minute or two & then would return home. I would explain to my wife that the neighbour was lonely, had no visitors, & just wanted someone to talk to. The wife trusted me after 35 years of marriage & feeling sorry for the neighbour she said it was ok for me to round to make sure she was ok. Eventually I would go around on the days my wife was at work, we would chat for about an hour each time, I enjoyed it & I think she liked me visiting her to relieve the loneliness of being on her own. Over the next few months she would show me family pictures, I would do small jobs for her & we got on well. Things changed when the summer came because along with the hot weather she started to wear smaller & more revealing clothes. Nothing obviously lewd but smaller tee shirts, often covered by light cardigans that showed off her large braless breasts, which a lot of older women get in there later years. She started to tease me a bit, asking me if I wanted to see her tee shirts & often pulling her top down a bit to show some cleavage. Being a man, I encouraged her to carry on with this game she was playing with me, & she got braver as time went on. She would talk about her body a lot & the various scars she had accumulated over the years & she would ask me if I wanted to see them. Of course, & would say yes because I got to see more & more skin. I never pushed her to do more than she was happy with, & let things progress at her own pace. I should say I never wanted to fuck this lady, I love my wife, its just a little bit of excitement to relive the boredom of a long & happy marriage. I know I don’t want to have sex with this woman, but I do enjoy the games she plays with me.
As time went on, whenever I went around to see her, she would remove any over clothes & remain in just a skimpy little vest, with no bra. I took things slowly, at her pace & waited to see what happened next.