The Neighbor

I (43) moved into my new house in March this year, and a neighbor came to welcome me. She was (51) widowed and lived alone. I had recently divorced, and my wife got custody of our children. I chose the neighborhood because it was quiet, and all of the residents were over fifty years old. I was now the youngest person in the neighborhood, and it suited me. My neighbor asked all the usual questions. Her interest in me perked up when I said I was divorced and single and not yet dating again. She became a regular visitor to my home; almost as soon as I got home, she came over. She was nice to talk to and okay-looking for her age. I quickly realized she was lonely for male company; at first I thought it was just for a man to talk to. But then I started thinking she wanted something more. I decided to test my theory on a Sunday; most of the neighborhood was attending church services. I never did; she never also as far as I knew. I usually went to the gym Sunday mornings. I did as usual, and on returning home, I rubbed my shoulder as I went from my car to my house. I expected her to be over shortly; I wasn't wrong. She was over within a few minutes; while talking with her, I rubbed my shoulder. Told her I had overstretched the muscles in my shoulder and intended to have a hot shower. I expected her to either leave or, as she did, offer to rub my shoulder in the shower with me. I pretended to be a little shocked, but accepted her help. In my bathroom, we both got naked and started showering together. She rubbed my shoulder, and I enjoyed her doing it. But I also got an erection, and being naked, it was hard to miss. She started stroking it, and I started feeling her up, and we ended up in my bed fucking. She doesn't want a relationship, just regular sex. The other men in the area are too old or married, she told me. I'm quite happy to fuck her, and it satisfys me and her.