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It was Easter last year when Sally and Nick moved in next door. They were/are unfeasibly good looking; he's about 40ish, taller than me (6 footish?) neat and stylish hair, fittish without looking like he works out too hard and smart in an office-bod kind of way. Sally on the other hand was mid twenties and a simply gorgeous, slim and leggy blonde with a large and impressive bust, which she wasn't shy about showing off.
As we chatted over the first week or two they told me they'd moved to be nearer his new office, where he was some kind of senior forensic accountant; which explained how they could afford their 4 bedroom house on our 10 property 'exclusive' cul-de-sac.
Me? I'm Carlo, a 60 year old widower with a grown up son and daughter with 4 grand-kids of varying ages and temperaments. I'm of Italian heritage so naturally dress very well, 5ft 10, middleweight if I'd been a boxer and matching salt n pepper hair and chest hair. Looks wise I've inherited my father's artisan wrinkled face; and as my wife used to say when I called them 'laughter lines' she always replied "Nothing's that bloody funny!"
Before my wife died five years previously I'd owned a building company and rented out a portfolio of 20+ houses dotted around the region. My wife dying crippled me in the year afterwards and I sold the business and gifted the rentals to my son and daughter.
While their house had remained empty I took it upon myself to keep the lawns and borders tidy; and it was quickly obvious neither of them took my pride in the gardens; so I agreed to continue as it was something of a hobby.
Sally didn't have a job at this stage, so we got to know each other quite well, as we'd chat while I worked and I got the feeling that she was quite bored; especially being quite far from her family and friends who lived over an hour or so away.
Just before they went away on holiday in the July it was a red hot day and I was cutting their back lawn in just my shorts and trainers when Sally appeared out of the kitchen with our usual coffees and biscuits ... only wearing a bikini!
Even as a man of my age and experience it was difficult to keep my eyes looking at or above her face .... honestly her boobage was even more spectacular than I'd ever thought; and I'd thought about them a lot late at night recently.
Obviously nothing 'happened' but I certainly got the feeling she was enjoying teasing me; and I was enjoying being teased.
Three weeks later they arrived back from Ibiza, very suntanned and in time for my 60th birthday party in my garden. My assorted friends and family were already having fun when Sally and Nick 'made their appearance.' H was wearing tailored shorts and a linen shirt that emphasised his tan and toned body, much to my daughter's delight; and Sally's dress brought a lot of surreptitious attention from all the males, including my grinning 14 year old grandson.
Not long afterwards a friend in the building trade needed an office manager and I suggested Sally; who aced the interview and started a new job, just as her husband got a promotion that meant quite a bit of travel around the country and Europe.
Although I was happy she'd got the job and had openly pondered "I really don't know how to thank you .... let me think of something special." then winked; I was a bit sad as I was losing my 'coffee buddy.'
Hey ho; life went on. We'd still say 'hello' in passing and occasionally at the Peacock Pub alongside Nick on a Friday night; although it always seemed a bit 'beneath him' and he'd probably have preferred being at the golf club; but Sally always seemed at home among my friends and a couple of women from builders merchant that she was working at who were regulars.
I guess it was a Thursday night in early September when I was washing my Fiat 124 Spider on the drive as she arrived home from work when the 'switch was flicked'.
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