I'd long gotten used to the quiet of the country. For almost thirty years, I'd lived well outside the town limits. My small house was on a gravel, dead-end road, and only a few other dwellings were within sight of mine. I took privacy for granted, never bothering to close my curtains. Sometimes I forgot to lock my doors. 

The house on my left had always been a little too close for comfort; from my bedroom window, I had a clear view of the neighboring backyard. Before, it didn't matter much, not when Janie lived there. She was well into her eighties, old enough to be my mother. A widow, she was practically a shut-in. I occasionally checked in on her after I got home from work, but she preferred her privacy as much as I enjoyed mine, so my visits were normally brief.

Following Janie's passing in the spring, her house sat empty for months. I secretly hoped it would stay that way. But in late July, a middle-aged man moved in.

I found him to be perfectly cordial when I introduced myself. "I'm Drucilla," I greeted him that first time, my hand extended. I hoped my smile was warm enough to hide my disappointment at having a new neighbor so soon.

"Wonderful to meet you," he said while shaking my hand. "I'm Abbott."

He soon revealed that he worked at the small college in town. "My commute's not too awfully long," he added, "and I know I'll enjoy the peace and quiet out this way."

I also worked in town, but my job was at the cannery. In my early sixties, I was just a few years away from retirement. I'd been toiling on that factory line since I was eighteen, and I couldn't yet fully imagine a life in which I wasn't up at half past four each morning. 

Since I was at least twenty years Abbott's senior, I was sure I didn't have to worry about him taking more than a neighborly interest in me. Hell, even the older men at the cannery didn't pay me much mind. My face and hands were lined, and I'd given up dyeing my hair a decade ago. Now, it was completely white, falling past my shoulders. A friend of mine was constantly nagging me to get it cut, but I enjoyed being able to pull it back in a simple ponytail.

As for Abbott, he wasn't the kind of man to turn heads. With a thin frame, he stood around five feet, nine inches tall. His sandy blond hair was thinning, and his cheekbones were prominent, giving him a bit of a gaunt appearance. But his eyes were a lovely brown, full of warmth. 

"I think we'll be great neighbors," I told him at the end of our first conversation. 

Now, it was October, and I didn't have a single complaint about the man. He was quiet and kept to himself. Our interactions were mostly limited to a friendly wave when we saw each other outside. I would occasionally spot him in the early evenings, sitting on his back porch while he smoked. He would gaze up at the sky, as if entranced by night's approach. I understood that wonder; there were lots more stars visible out this way. 

On a Friday evening in early fall, I stepped into my bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. I'd just climbed out of a hot, soothing bath. I hadn't bothered to close the casement window, as the day's warmth had mellowed into a refreshingly cool night.

In the soft lamplight, I started to discard the towel altogether before putting on my gown, but then I remembered Abbott next door. Gone were the days when I could strip naked in my bedroom, in front of the window, without being seen. 

The thought of my neighbor drew me toward that window. Clutching the towel, I peered out into the darkness. The faintest breeze caressed my skin. It took a few moments before I spotted him on his back porch. A light from his kitchen window cast a dull glow over his frame, and I saw he was standing, probably ready to go inside.

I still have no idea what came over me then. What made me slowly loosen my towel and allow it to fall at my feet? My own room wasn't brightly lit, but the lamp provided enough illumination for Abbott to see my naked form if he glanced my way. Did I want him to? 

I looked every bit of my sixty-two years. My breasts were pendulous, having succumbed to the pull of gravity. My belly sported a post-menopausal paunch, and varicose veins lined my legs as a result of me being on my feet all day. I had no reason to revel in my nudity.

Yet I was practically daring my neighbor to catch me. I even gathered my breasts in my hands and used my thumbs to tease the nipples to full hardness.

A startled gasp escaped me when Abbott turned in my direction. I had to fight the urge to duck out of sight. Somehow, I stayed where I was. 

I saw the glowing cherry of his cigarette as he took another drag. Encouraged, I continued fondling my tits. It surprised me, how arousing it was to be watched. I'd never married, but I'd had my share of long-term relationships. In none of them had I displayed an exhibitionist streak.

I let out a faint moan while giving my nipples a tug. My face had grown flushed despite the night's cool air.

It was then that Abbott leaned to put out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. That's it, then, I told myself. He's had enough of me acting like a fool, and he's going inside. My face burned hotter, but from humiliation rather than lust.

Instead of slipping into his house, Abbott slowly started toward me, the way one might approach a skittish animal. 

I knew I should yank the curtain closed; I should put a stop to this game. But to my shock, I realized I didn't want to. I wanted to stand there and let him get a good look at me. Maybe I wanted him to touch me.

I was breathing faster, watching him draw near. His features gradually came into clearer focus, though he was still mostly hidden by shadow. I felt utterly vulnerable, with my naked body framed in the window, while he was fully clothed. 

He didn't say a word, and neither did I. The window wasn't all that far from the ground, and when he stood directly before it, his face was almost level with my breasts. He seemed like a stranger, his expression so intense that it started a throbbing between my thighs. 

Inclining his head toward me, he met my stare. I never imagined I'd see such heat in his eyes. 

Then he licked his lips, and I knew what he wanted me to do.

Pressing my body against the window stool, I leaned outward, even closer to Abbott. With my palm beneath my breast, I offered him a hard, deep pink nipple.

He latched on and immediately began suckling like a man starving. I made a soft mewling sound, which emboldened him to reach for my other breast and give it a gentle squeeze.

I couldn't resist lifting a hand and stroking his hair. He released a contented moan, his mouth fervently working at my tit. Through a haze of lust, my mind mustered up a weak protest: What the hell are you doing, Drucilla?

But that sense of propriety wasn't enough to subdue my need. It had been years, many years, since a man had regarded me with such hunger.

Abbott let my nipple escape his mouth long enough to free his cock from his pants. I got a glimpse of its hardness before he began stroking. Then he leaned forward again, his mouth open and wanting. 

My moans grew louder, bordering on shameless. I sounded like a woman already being fucked. His own groans were muffled by my tit, while his hand remained busy at his erection.

Finally, he pulled back and tilted his head to gaze up at me. "Let me in," he pleaded.

I didn't even hesitate. "Go around back."

Hurrying down the hall, I turned on the kitchen light and then rushed to the back door. I'd left it unlocked, so it took little more than a second for me to wrench it open.

Abbott didn't give me a chance to speak. Instead, he stepped forward. His cock, about six inches long, loomed out from his pants.

I gasped when he cupped my face in his hands. The moment our lips met, I wrapped my arms around him. With his erection nestled between us, our kiss deepened until his tongue sought out mine. His hands began roaming over my hips and down to my ass, which he gave a squeeze. Then to my breasts. My nipples were still hard from his attention.

Grasping his wrist, I practically dragged him toward my bedroom. Once inside, he took control, guiding me onto the bed while his mouth covered mine. 

I experienced a few seconds of self-consciousness; this man was seeing all of me! The sags and wrinkles, the pale skin and age spots. Yet he was eager, so eager, in easing me onto my back until I lay before him. 

Playing with my tits, I watched Abbott sink to his knees. My pubic hair was trimmed, but not all that closely. That didn't stop him from spreading my legs wider and burying his face between my thighs.

He licked and sucked with the same enthusiasm he'd shown my tits. Lifting my head, I stared at him in wide-eyed wonder. He met my gaze just as his lips circled around my clit.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out in a strained voice.

His tongue was incredibly talented, as were his two fingers inside me. Occasionally, he moaned from low in his throat, his eyes drifting closed. He appeared to be enjoying this as much as I was!

"That's it, right there!" I placed a hand on his head and held him fast, trembling while he lashed my clit. His fingers curled upward, causing my spine to arch. "Don't stop! Ooh, I'm gonna come..."

Toying with my nipples, I heightened my pleasure until I was right on edge. My breasts quickly rose and fell, and I felt my muscles tense, poised to contract.

The orgasm lapped at me in undulating waves, seemingly endless. I released an unladylike groan just before succumbing to a powerful spasm. Abbott's tongue kept working at a furious pace, coaxing forth another deluge of bliss.

When the climax subsided, I pressed a hand to my forehead, and he kissed his way up my body to my mouth. His tongue and lips tasted of my pussy. I lewdly licked my juices from his mouth and chin. 

That fierce look of need swept over Abbott's face again. Rising to his feet, he rushed to remove his belt and lower his pants and underwear.

I was no longer embarrassed about my bodily flaws. No, I readily spread myself open for this man. Positioning himself at my entrance, he slid inside. I noticed his eyes roll a little from the sensation of that first thrust. I sensed he wanted to give it to me hard; his jaw was tight, and his fingers were almost rough as he took hold of my calves.

But he held back, pumping his hips with a sensual, fluid rhythm. My enraptured expression made him smile.

"So nice and warm around me!" he sighed. Looking down, he watched his cock gliding in and out of my pussy. Then he fixed his stare on my breasts, which jiggled each time our bodies met.

"Your cock feels so damn good!" When I lifted a tit to my mouth and sucked my own nipple, Abbott's pace increased. The sight clearly excited him, and it served to chip away at his control. 

I came again, my own tit muffling my cries. Abbott released a helpless groan.

"It's been a while," he confessed. "I'm sorry, but I can't last much longer, Drucilla."

Letting my breast fall from my hands, I flashed him an inviting smile. "It's okay, baby. You've made me come twice, and I'm satisfied. Just let go. Empty your balls inside me!"

"Holy shit!" His thrusts grew shallow, his rhythm erratic.

I loved seeing the tremor course through him just before he shouted from the force of his orgasm. Easily, I felt the first splash of his cum inside me, quickly followed by another, and another still. 

Still buried within my pussy, Abbott let his head fall back, waiting for his breathing to slow. All the while, his palms caressed my legs. "That was fantastic," he said, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips.

"For me, too," I replied. 

After he gently withdrew, I didn't have to ask him to grab some tissues from the box on my nightstand. My cheeks flushed when he set about mopping up the semen that was seeping out of me.

Finally, I sat up, and he took a seat beside me on the bed. Rubbing my back, his touch was warm and tender. I turned to him, offering my mouth for a kiss.

Then I surprised myself by whispering, "You can stay if you'd like."

His face lit up in another smile. "I'd love to."

It had been ages since I'd invited a man into my bed; I was used to having this intimate space all to myself. 

But with Abbott, I was more than happy to share it.