A New Beginning
Chapter One: Meeting Jamie
I had been unhappy with my marriage for a very long time. The main problem was that I was no longer satisfied with the sex. During the relationship, it had gone from very good to routine to uninspired to almost nonexistent. I thought about getting a divorce for almost three years before I got up the nerve to do it. After it was all over, I wondered why it had taken me so long.
On the second evening after moving into the little house I’d rented over in Bentlyville, I sat out on the patio and assessed my situation. It cost me about two hundred thousand dollars to get out of the trap I got myself into fifteen years ago. There was half of the equity in a very nice house in Munson, separate maintenance payments for five years and etc. Here I was in my early fifties starting all over again. Then I thought, so what divorces are expensive because they’re worth it.
The next morning I was sitting in the kitchen having some breakfast when I heard a knock at the front door. When I opened the door, I saw a vision right out of a wet dream. Standing at my door was one of the sexiest babes I had ever seen. She was wearing a skirt that was so short it barely covered her panties. That is, if she was wearing panties and I assumed that she was. Her legs were long, shapely and beautifully tanned. She had plump firm thighs and her large breasts were jutting out prominently beneath the thin little tee shirt she was wearing. In addition to her great body, this girl had an extremely attractive face. She had long silky blonde hair, big blue eyes and a cute little nose. Her lips were full and covered in a light pink shimmering gloss lipstick. She said, “Hi I’m Jamie Cooper. My mom and I are your next door neighbors.”
I didn’t ask why Jamie had stopped by. When a miracle happens you don’t ask why. You just accept it. I said, “I’m pleased to meet you Jamie. I’m Hal Fulton. Come on in. I was just having some breakfast. Would you care to join me?”
“I had breakfast ages ago, but I could go for some orange juice.”
“No problem,” I replied as Jamie came into the living room. I closed the door and said, “One glass of Florida’s best coming up. Go right on into the kitchen.”
As Jamie walked into the kitchen, the view from behind was just as appealing as the view from the front. Watching Jamie’s cute little butt provocatively swaying beneath her short skirt was almost giving me a hard on and I hadn’t experienced that kind of inspiration in a very long while.
When we were seated at the table I said, “So tell me a little about yourself Jamie.”
Jamie took a long drink of her orange juice first and then replied, “I’ll be a senior at Bentlyville High next fall. I live with my mom. My dad split before I was born. I’m on the cheerleading squad and beyond that, there’s nothing much about school that I like. All the classes are boring and the teachers are a bunch of geeks. The summers are kind of a drag around here. There’s not much to do. My mom works all day, so it’s kind of lonely. I want to be a model, but it takes lots of money to get an agency to promote you and without that, the chances of breaking into the business are slim and none.” All this information was delivered so rapidly that I had to listen fast to keep up with Jamie’s pace.
“There’s no doubt that you have what it takes to be a model. You’re a very attractive young lady,” I said.
“Why thank you Mr. Fulton.”
“Please call me Hal. I think we’re going to become very good friends,” I said.
Jamie smiled and said, “OK Hal, I think so too.”
Then I said, “I would imagine a girl as attractive as you would have a line of boys just waiting to take her out. I can’t imagine you not having all the company you want.”
“Oh I could have company all right. But not the kind I want. Bentlyville High must have more losers per square foot than any other school in the country and they all want just one thing; so no thank you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no virgin. I’m just not into giving out lots of free samples. Then the guys that come from families with money are looking for girls with money. That’s just the way it is around here.”
“So what are your plans for this summer?” I asked.
“Well I work evenings at McDonalds. It’s the same one where the manager ran off with one of the girls a few years ago. After I help mom with some expenses, I save as much money as I can to get started in modeling. So that’s my plan. It just seems that there’s always something coming up to set me back. Like last week mom’s old beater needed a brake job and I had chip in some money for that.”
Jamie finished her orange juice then she asked, “So what about you Hal? What do you do?”
“I was an investment broker over in Munson for a long time. Now I’m working for myself and I do a little day trading too,” I replied.”
Jamie gave me a puzzled look and said, “I guess I don’t get it. What does that all mean?”
“The most important part is that I can work from home on my computer. I advise people on how to invest their money and they pay me for that advice. I play the stock market. It’s just about the same thing as gambling for a living. If you’re interested I can show you how it works.”
Jamie said, “Sure I’d like that.”
I said, “I’ve made one of the upstairs bedrooms into a home office. Let’s go on up and I’ll show you.” I made a point to follow Jamie again. I let her get about half way up the stairs before I followed. I was able to confirm that she was wearing panties. They were pale green and fit her sexy rump quite snugly.
When we were in the office I brought up my computer and showed Jamie how I was tracking the performance of various stocks I currently held in my portfolio.
“Do you make a lot of money doing that?” Jamie asked.
“Well I do OK,” I replied.
“So why did you move to Bentlyville Hal?”
“I just got divorced and I need a relatively inexpensive place to live just until I get things back on track.”
“How much money does it take to invest in those stocks?” Jamie asked.
“Well you can set up a modest portfolio for around ten thousand.”
“I guess that lets me out,” Jamie replied disgustedly.
I said, “Don’t worry. At your age, you have years to build some wealth.”
“You don’t understand Hal. I don’t have years. I can’t be a model when I’m an old lady.”
“Well that’s something else you don’t have to worry about for a very long time,” I said.
Jamie wandered over to the window and looked out. I could tell that she didn’t find my assurances to be particularly comforting. She said, “Hey you can see right down onto our patio from up here. I’ll have to remember that.”
I wasn’t quite sure what Jamie meant by that comment, but before I could pursue the subject she said, “Well I have to get going. It was nice meeting you.”
“It was a pleasure meeting you,” I replied. “Stop by again anytime.”
“Oh you can count on that. Before too long, you’ll probably get tired of seeing me.”
I thought no way little girl. I’d love to see a whole lot more of you and then do a lot more than just look. However I said, “That’s something else you don’t have to worry about. I meant what I said Jamie. Stop by anytime.”
A short while after Jamie left, I was at the computer when I remembered her comment about my window looking down onto her patio. Out of curiosity, I went over to the window and looked out. I noted that the Cooper’s patio area was considerably larger than mine. It was fully enclosed by a privacy fence, but from this upstairs window I had a good view of the entire area. I continued to look out for a while and then went back to the computer. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but every few minutes I found myself going back to the window.
On my tenth trip ov
er, I saw Jamie come out onto the patio. She was wearing a thong bikini that left virtually nothing to the imagination. In Jamie’s case, the reality was better than imagi
nation. Now she glanced up toward my window and I quickly ducked back. I thought my God you’re turning into a dirty old man. I immediately modified that thought to; you’re a dirty middle-aged man and damned proud of it.
I waited a couple of minutes and then cautiously looked out the window again. Jamie was lying back in a lounge chair soaking up some rays with that beautiful tanned body of hers. My heart began to pound as I stared at her. I only wished I could get a closer look. Then I remembered my video camera. It had a zoom lens and a color viewfinder. Now where did I put that damned thing?
I lost a few minutes rummaging through some boxes I hadn’t bothered to unpack. Then I came up with my Sony Handicam. In no time I was back at the window enjoying a close up view of Jamie. I could even detect a few wisps of blond pussy hair peeking out from the band aide sized patch of cloth that comprised the front of her bikini bottom. Damn those Japanese were great electronics engineers! I mentally forgave them just a bit for Pearl Harbor.
In a few more minutes Jamie reached down beside the lounge chair and came up with a bottle of suntan lotion. She put the bottle between her legs and rose up in the chair just a bit. I felt my heart rate increase again, because I had a good idea of what she was about to do. Yes I was right. She was unfastening the bikini top and in a moment I was treated to the sight of Jamie’s large breasts fully revealed and God in heaven, what a beautiful pair she had! They were nearly too perfect to be real. Their nipples were large and dark brown surrounded by similarly colored areolas. My mouth was watering as I imagined myself sampling those tasty treats.
Jamie reached for the suntan lotion and squeezed a generous portion into the palm of one hand. She placed the bottle back onto the patio and rubbed her hands together. Now she began to move her hands slowly over her neck and down to her breasts. As she ran her hands slowly over those beautiful firm mounds, I felt my cock beginning to get hard. As she continued to massage her breasts, Jamie let her fingers stray over her nipples, which were now becoming erect. When her nipples were standing straight out, Jamie started to roll them between her thumbs and forefingers and I could tell as I zoomed in for a close up of her face that she was probably moaning just a little as she continued to stimulate herself in this manner.
In a few moments I sensed another movement and zoomed out just in time to see a hand moving down toward the little bikini bottom. The hand pushed the little patch of cloth down revealing the most attractive little pussy I’d ever seen. A finger moved into that hot little love nest and there was no doubt in my mind as to what it was doing as Jamie began to move it slowly up and down. In a short while her butt began to bounce up and down on the lounge chair while she stimulated her clit. Suddenly I saw her body tense up and I panned back up to Jamie’s face just in time to catch a look of pure pleasure cross it as she came. When she relaxed and sank back into the chair, Jamie turned her head, looked directly up toward my window and smiled. Instantly I realized that she probably knew I had been watching and I guessed that she had put on this show entirely for my benefit.
I quickly ducked back away from the window. Then I glanced down at the Handicam. Suddenly I discovered how stupid I had been. I could have taped the whole thing, but I forgot to press the record button.