Howdy Neighbour: Part 1

The neighbours meet. Ken meets Angela. By PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A Friendly Encounter “Howdy neighbour. How ya doin?” Ken jumps and turns around to face the voice behind him, “Drinking my coffee and enjoying the early morning quiet. At least, it was quiet. You startled me,” he says in a loud voice his eyes roaming over a tall, slender young woman. The young woman laughs and stretches out her arm toward Ken hoping for a handshake. “Ah, quit your bitchin. Its not that quiet. Can’t you hear the birds chirping? Don’t be such a grumpy old man,” she says laughing again. “I’m Angela. My parents moved in next door while I was away at Uni. Nice to meet you, I think, Mr. Grump.” Disarmed by her pleasant personality, Ken says, “Okay, enough already. I get the message. Sorry for barking at you. I’m Ken and I’m not a grumpy old man. Its just that you surprised me. Would you like a coffee?” “Well, actually I’m just heading out for a morning run. But, I’d love a coffee in 45 minutes. Would that be okay Ken?”“You bet. I’ll have it ready for ya in 45 minutes.” And just like that Angela turns and disappears around the house corner leaving Ken to stare at nothing. During their short exchange Ken managed to get quite an eyeful of Angela. So much so he grabs an outdoor chair and sits down. Muttering to himself, ‘Wow! What a beauty’. Tall, slender, her dark brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail. An angelic face with luscious, shapely lips and blue eyes. Dressed in a tight T shirt pulled over what appeared to be smaller perky breasts with long athletic legs, muscular even, in a pair of bum hugging shorts. And what a bum. The kind Ken loves. A bubble butt. Yep, quite the eyeful, he smiles; his hand dropping down carressing his cock thru his jeans; reflecting on their encounter and feeling bad for being kinda gruff with her. As Angela runs, she too is thinking of their short conversation. ‘Wow, he is quite a ruggedly handsome guy’. Maybe late forties and in really good shape. Not fat but tall and slender with big muscular arms. ‘Little rough around the edges’. Angela smiles to herself as her feet pound the pavement. Three quarters of an hour later Ken hears a knock on his door. “Come on in Angela,” He yells out in a loud, enthusiastic voice so she hears him. Walking into the kitchen, her forehead perspiring, Ken approaches, tossing her a fresh towel to dry off with. “Let’s try our introduction again” he says, “I’ll try to be more civil. Good Morning! I’m Ken, your neighbour. Pleased to meet you,” he says extending his arm. “Hey there neighbour, I’m Angela, John and Melanie’s daughter. Nice to meet you also.” she says Shaking his hand. “Who’s John and Melanie?” Ken asks, a slight grin creeping over his face. “Really? You don’t know my parents?” she says, a shock on Angela’s face. Ken laughs, “Ah, Gotcha. Your mom seems a pleasant lady. Haven’t met your dad yet.” “Here, sit down and relax,” he pulls out a chair, “I’ll grab you a coffee. What do you take in it?” “A shot of whiskey,” she says, Ken’s mouth drops open. Angela giggles. “My turn. Gotcha.” They both laugh. Ken brings their coffee over and sits himself down. “What brought your family to a small town like this? They look like a couple of professionals. Management types? No businesses like that around here.” “Dad wanted a small town atmosphere to live in. He got tired of the busy city life. Besides, living here he’s close enough to the city and the airport. Mom, on the other hand, hates it here. She has no friends. Feels like dad just dumped her here. Dad’s always travelling, always has since I was little. Mom works from home in her spare time. And me, I actually enjoy the quiet life. Its busy and tiring enough at the university. Funny hearing that from a 19 year old, eh? It’s nice coming home for the summer and relaxing. I read a lot and my hobby is photography. I love exploring the country for old abandoned buildings. But it’s not exactly popular for making friends.” Ken’s face lights up. “I’ll be your friend. So, no boyfriend? I figured a beauty like you would be hitched; or kinda hitched” “No sir. Not me. How bout you, Ken?” “I live alone, wife died last year. Thought about moving but never did. Figured the memories would haunt me here but so far I’ve managed to live with them okay. Keep busy in my garden.” “Oh Ken, I’m so sorry to hear that about your wife.” “Yeah it’s tough being a widower at 39. You mentioned photography, exploring the country and old abandoned buildings. Three of my favourite pastimes. How about we take a day and I show you around the countryside.” “Really? I’d love that. I’ve never met anyone who gives a crap about any of those things, especially old buildings. Always figured I was kinda weird.” Laughing “Well we can be weird together...