A week without the kids (long intro)

[DrMelonCollie]

Maggie tried to remember the first time she’d met Mr. Randolph. It had been sometime last summer. Her son JT was mowing lawns and came home all excited about someone he’d met. She’d been surprised; JT hadn’t warmed to any adult male since she had divorced his father 3 years ago. Maggie had been worried about her 10 year old, but hearing him jabber about a neighbor down the street piqued her curiosity and when JT asked if he could come to dinner, well she could not refuse.

She’d looked in the pantry and said it would have to wait until she went grocery shopping as it was a leftovers night and before she knew it, Mr. Randall was a fairly regular guest at their dinner table that summer. She recalled he’d asked if he could bring anything, and she had stared at the groceries. She had forgotten her promise and evidently JT thought if she went grocery shopping then Mr. Randall could come over that night. Typically she made Macaroni and Cheese after grocery shopping, because it was simple and it reminded everyone there was fresh milk in the house. It split fairly well into thirds and both her kids enjoyed it. If she was lucky her other child recently turned 13 and a teenage terror could be convinced to boil the water and spend 15 precious minutes cooking dinner. So she asked if he liked tuna in his Macaroni and Cheese, and dinner after buying groceries was born.

Mr. Randall introduced them to all sorts of add ins for Mac N Cheese, from bacon to chili and other things she never would have thought of mixing in. Maggie admitted it was nice to have someone else buying the meat for a change, but she never begrudged having him over for a meal since JT thought he was ‘Awesome.’ Her teenage daughter didn’t seem to mind him either, and dinner conversations were quite pleasant. It was nice to be able to tune out and not worry about listening.

Both kids were finally away at summer camp and it was a sticky hot July as she pulled into the driveway. She had bought groceries for herself, and a bottle of wine. Maggie planned to enjoy being off mom duty for the week. She put the groceries away and put the wine in the fridge to chill and headed upstairs to take a shower. She had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She pulled on her old bathrobe, her husband had bought it for her when she was in the hospital with JT and ten years later it was showing its age.

“Mr. Randall,” she said a little surprised, the robe damply clinging to her body, her long dark brown hair wrapped up in a towel.

“You bought groceries,” It was a simple statement and she noticed he had a package of ground beef in his hand.

“The kids are at summer camp for the week,” she had not thought to call him amongst all the other last minute details. She realized he was just standing on her porch and she invited him in.

“I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll pick something more suitable for two?” he asked.

She hadn’t planned on cooking, but he looked hopeful and it would be rude to say no, so she nodded in agreement. Maggie shut the door and went to her bedroom, she’d been planning to wear her pajamas and order pizza, but now, she stared at her closet and finally pulled out an old simple knit dress and slipped it on. She started dealing with her hair, and before she knew it he was walking up to her door again. She wiggled into a pair of panties, forgetting in her casual moment that she really should be wearing a bra, but the dress covered up the girls even if they moved quite freely.

She opened the door again and invited him in and they went to the kitchen, she pulled out the bottle of wine and a skillet, as it looked like he had brought steak with him. She poured a little wine in the pan and set it on low. Then she poured herself a glass, and then began rummaging in the pantry for pasta. Maggie was thinking the steak would be great on a bed of bowties.

OOC

so I see this as a flirtatious development from him being the buddy of her son, to being her fuck buddy and potentially more as time goes on. Please PM a writing sample of your intro.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Frank Randolph

Frank realized his mistake when she opened the door again. She was anticipating being alone, and he felt like he was intruding, but she ushered him in and was pouring a glass of wine. Meanwhile he was stunned by her lack of bra, her generous breasts swaying enticingly under the thin knit fabric of her dress. His gaze now locked on her bum as she looked in the pantry. His dick was growing into a problem and he stepped on the other side of the island to conceal his arousal as he poured himself a glass of wine.

"I could throw together a salad?" he offered trying not to think about lifting up her dress and taking her right there and then.

"That would be great," Maggie replied turning around with a package of pasta and a jar of white sauce.

He turned to the fridge hoping the cold air might cool his ardor. No such luck, the smell of food, the scent of her freshly washed hair, it all combatted his rational mind. Frank wanted to leave as much as he wanted to stay, and he threw together a salad all the while watching her body.

He'd never been aware of her as a woman before, perhaps it was the presence of the kids, but he guess he just saw her as an incredible single mother. He wasn't quite sure where the father was, just that there wasn't visitation.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

He managed to hid his erection throughout dinner, hurrah for a stout oak dining room table and not one of those modern glass things. Unfortunately her breasts were swaying with her every moment so that he felt he was in danger of jisming his pants. When she asked if he wanted to stay and watch a movie, he thought he wondered if he could stand another 90 minutes of stiffness. Watching her body move he found himself saying yes, she asked him to go pick out something and he went and popped a movie in, and sat on the couch hugging a pillow in his lap.

Maggie brought the remains of the bottle of wine and her glass and walked right in front of him to sit down in a large overstuffed chair. He watched her sit down, afraid that her breasts might pop free of the dress, even as he wished it to happen. She had dimmed the lights and he watched her, while she watched the movie. He found himself wondering about her nipples, he'd never been with a woman who'd had children, were they thicker? more tender? did she have stretch marks? what would it be like to fill her with his own child?

The last thought was making it even harder for him to think straight and he could feel his cock leaking making a wet spot on his boxers. Luckily the movie had ended and he watched her bend over to take the movie out. He bit his lip hard and excused himself rapidly.

Maggie wondered why Frank seemed so tense, he'd been rather terse during the meal. She wondered if it had just been awkward because it was just the two of them, so she drank the last of the wine and went upstairs. She had already showered so she had some free time before bed. Feeling the effects of the wine, she stripped off her dress and panties and spread herself on the bed, the night was hot and she kept the air conditioner on reserve to keep the energy bill in check, so she slowly and tenderly masturbated letting her orgasm build into one warm long overdue explosion.

Frank had barely shut his door behind him when he was pulling his cock out and stroking as he raced to the bathroom. He doubted she realized what she had done to him, it couldn't have been deliberate? could it? surely she didn't want that? he ejaculated spraying thickly and he gasped, wondering if maybe she did want some attention since the kids were gone. He sank to the floor of his bathroom and let his brain slowly recover.

Feeling like a massive pervert he went upstairs and shifted the gaze of his telescope from the skies to Maggie's house just across the street and a few down. Her bedroom was obviously the only one with lights on and he adjusted the focus to see that her curtains were open to let in any breeze, and she was lying naked on top of her sheets and.....Frank's jaw dropped as he watched his neighbor pleasure herself. His cock told him to keep watching as it rose again, and he groaned as he watched his lovely neighbor touch and tease herself, her back arching off the bed when she finally climaxed and he ejaculated again in response.

He was tired and he shifted his telescope back to the heavens and thought he would call in the morning, perhaps they could go out to lunch, his treat.