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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," 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," 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 and stroking 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," in a loud voice so she hears him.
Walking into the kitchen, her forehead perspiring, Ken tosses her a towel to dry off with.
"Lets try our introduction again" he says, "I'll try to be more civil.
Good Morning, I'm Ken, your neighbour. Pleased to meet you," extending his arm.
"Hey there neighbour, I'm Angela, John and Melanie's daughter. Nice to meet you also." Shaking his hand.
"Who's John and Melanie?" Ken asks, a slight grin creeping over his face.
"Really? You don't know my parents?" a shock on Angela's face.
Ken laughs, "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," Kens mouth drops open. Angela giggles.
"My turn. Gotcha."
They both laugh. Ken brings their coffee over and sits himself.
"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.
Dads 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 university. Funny hearing that from a 19 year old, eh? Its nice coming home and relaxing. I read a lot and my hobby is photography. I love exploring the country for old abandoned buildings. Not exactly popular for making friends."
Kens 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 its 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" Ken smiles. "Weird friends."
"This is so cool" Angela, in her excitement, stands, "Give me a hug," making an arc with her arms. Ken jumps up and walks into her embrace, the damp T shirt pressed against his shirt.
"Darn, you must be cold in those damp clothes."
"Yeah, I am. Best I go home and shower," pulling istanbul escort away. "Thanks for the coffee and conversation. I enjoyed it. And, you're not grumpy." Laughing.
"I'll go and shower. Freshen up. Can I come back later?"
"You are most definitely welcome here anytime. You don't even have to knock. Just shout out. I may be out back tending to my yard."
Angela skips out the door and, once again, Ken sits down, The vision of Angela dominating his mind, his hand again slipping down to stroke his hard cock.
An image of her skin tight spandex shorts hugging her labia, her pussy clearly outlined.
'And, she's a photographer and likes exploring the countryside'
Ken mutters, his fingers stroking his cock to erection. Smiling to himself.
A while later Ken is out in the back yard up a ladder, trimming a tree when Angela pokes her face around the house. Seeing him she's about to shout out but decides to remain quiet and watch Ken at work.
Dressed in a pair of cut offs and a muscle shirt his muscular body on display, Angela licks her lips, muttering 'you are quite a nice eyeful Mr. Ken.' Arm muscles rippling as he works the shears on a tree branch, stretching his long athletic legs on the ladder, thick thigh muscles pushing against the denim fabric.
Angela smiles to herself, 'I like' she mutters. "And he's cute too. An older guy with rough features and pronounced cheek bones and cute dimples. I guess "cute" is the operative word here' she laughs.
Walking quietly across the yard, not to disrupt him like earlier this morning, she walks up behind him and quietly says, "Hi again," smiling.
Ken climbs down the ladder and twists around.
"Hey Angela. Nice to see you....." his eyes lighting up as he sizes her up, "Oh my goodness" smiling, "I thought you were beautiful this morning. Now, you are ravishingly beautiful."
Angela blushes and smiles, "You like?" as she twirls in a circle. "I wanted to freshen up after my run before you saw me again." Shaking her head and waving her shoulder length brunette hair not tied in a ponytail. "I didn't disturb your quiet this time did I?" smiling.
"No, no. You did just fine. I can't believe the transformation you've accomplished. Are you the same girl? Angela?"
Angela laughs, "I just let my hair out, put on a proper blouse and mini skirt. All dressed up and nowhere to go," laughing. "No big deal."
"I sure don't want to embarrass you, but you are incredibly gorgeous."
Angela blushes and smiles, again, "I'm not the least bit embarrassed. Actually it's nice to hear your compliments. I'm not used to hearing men talk that way about me."
"Well, that is not a good thing. Downright rude if you ask me. A man should always be complimenting the woman he's with. Guess I'm old fashioned.
Come on in. I'll make us some coffee," taking Angela's hand in his.
"Ken, you can be as old fashioned as you like. I love it," she giggles.
Leading Angela into the house and kitchen area, Ken pulls out a chair from the kitchen table. "Sit there young lady and relax, while I prepare the coffee."
With his back turned he makes the coffee. Angela again has a birds eye view of Ken as he moves about.
"You have a lovely yard. The flowers are so pretty. And everything is so neat and tidy."
Watching him as he bends over to retrieve a pot from a lower cupboard, his thick thigh muscles stretching, Angel again licks her lips.
"Do you work out Ken? You sure have strong looking legs."
"Matter of fact, I do. Legs and arms mostly. Comes in handy for my outdoor gardening work."
"You certainly are in great shape." Crossing her legs, her mini skirt riding up her thighs, as Ken turns and faces her.
"Have you looked at yourself lately Angela. Like I said earlier, gorgeous." Looking at her seated in the chair and observing her long athletic legs.
"Runners legs." A bulge developing in his shorts. "Why don't you go sit in the living room," conscious of his erection. "I'll bring the coffee out there."
Angela jumps up, "Sure" turning around and smiling to herself, having noticed Kens bulge and the affect she is having on him. Unintentional as it may be, but kinda cool nevertheless.
She finds a comfy sofa chair and settles into it, crossing her legs and leaning back into the soft back.
A few minutes later Ken enters the room carrying two cups, whistles and smiles.
"You look comfy. That chairs made for you Angie. My Angel," laughing.
"Keep talking big boy, I love it," giggling.
Ken leans over and hands Angela her cup, catching the scent of her perfume.
The scent of strong coffee greets Angela. "I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee," inhaling the aroma into her nostrils.
Ken sits back in the chair next to her, "How about we go exploring tomorrow.
Pack a snack or lunch and make a day of it."
"REALLY" Angela shouts, "I'd love it," sitting up straight and placing her coffee on the small table beside escort istanbul her chair, she jumps up and moves over to where Ken is sitting.
Standing between his legs now, Ken spills his coffee moving the cup out of the way.
"You're the greatest" Angela says in her excitement and leans in to kiss him.
Ken places his spilt coffee on the table, then slides his arms around Angela as she pecks his cheek with a kiss. Feeling her bum in his hands his groin reacts.
Angela now kisses his lips before Ken eases her back.
"Slow down girl."
"WOW! Wasn't expecting that response. But not complaining either." Ken smiles.
"You sure know how to get a guy excited."
"Don't you want some excitement in your life Ken," giggling while she looks down toward his crotch.
"I think we could be real good friends and really enjoy ourselves. Being weird, I might add," as she laughs. "Wouldn't you agree Ken? Two weirdo's with camera's."
"Most definitely," Ken responds as he wipes away the spilt coffee, and changing the subject.
"So Angela, what are you studying for at Uni?"
"Teaching, with an emphasis on physical education."
"Before I forget, wear your hiking boots tomorrow and I'll show you some back country Phys ed."
"Okay, I will. Now its my turn to get excited."
"Not yet. Wait until you see the country I'm taking you into, and all the old barns and homesteads. It'll blow your mind."
"Oh Ken, please stop it. You're making me wet..... um... I mean...too excited." Angela's face turning red with embarrassment.
Ken laughs. "Either way, we'll call it a Freudian slip."
"We'll leave at 0500, an hour before sunrise. You've got to see this country I'm taking you to as the sun rises over it.."
"Okay, and I'll pack some snacks and lunch for us. I can hardly wait. Hope I can sleep tonight. I'm so darn excited."
Ken smiles, not believing his good fortune and how lucky he is in having met Angela. It's a dream come true. Maybe there is some life left in him after all.
Angela heads to her home, all the while thinking, her mind in overdrive.
"Oh my GAWD' Angela says to herself. "Can you believe it? That my dreams would be fulfilled in this small pissy ass town with a man more than twice my age. A handsome man at that."
"Whew, cool off girl. Lets not ruin it by being too aggressive. Afterall, he is old fashion by his own admission. " Laughing to herself now, "And I almost blew it when I said I was wet" fingers feeling the moisture between her legs. "Fuck, he made me so horny. Why did the thought of old buildings make me horny?"
Hmmm, "Or, is something else going on here? Was I subconsciously focusing on the 'hard on' in his shorts." Giggling. Which brings up another question, best left unanswerable for now.
Arriving home and flopping into the sofa Angela reflects on her life.
Growing up a lonely child, her parents both professional management types she was left in the care of nanny's. As she became older she desperately craved the love and attention of her daddy. But daddy was off travelling, as usual, being the successful business man he is.
Her mom, similarly, was always too busy or preoccupied to bother with little Angie and, later, bigger teenage Angela. Busy with her work and preoccupied with... what a young and middle age lonely wife preoccupies herself with when hubby is off travelling. Angela's immediate thought is, 'mommy slut.'
Not a pleasant thought. But it is a young woman's impression of her mom.
With all these thoughts bombarding her mind, Angela now looks at her own life.
When Uni beckoned, Angela set her sights on a course. She excelled in her studies and attracted the attention of the boys. Excelling in her studies impressed her, boys, not so much. She soon discovered what their real intentions were and she was damned if she was going to be a pin cushion for their cocks. A cynical attitude to be sure but she just wasn't interested in the sex which explains her virginity. She wanted a degree in teaching. End of story. One of the boys having an interest in her had even accused her of having 'daddy issues.' What a loser he was. The only 'daddy issue' Angela had was she wanted a daddy, a loving and caring dad, who she could look up to, a role model.
And lo and behold she meets Ken, the next door neighbour, an older soft spoken man who seems genuinely loving and caring, and shares her interest in photography and the outdoors. Who'd ever thought I'd meet a man the age of daddy to step in and be my daddy? Is Ken the answer to my dream?
The only question remaining for Angela, 'Do I trust him enough to become his friend and he my friend?' She answers her own question, 'A few minutes ago when we kissed, he could have taken advantage of me in my enthusiasm, but he didn't. He pushed me away.'
Just how far am I willing for Ken and I to go in our relationship? And how far will he come, if at all. The unanswerable question, for now.
Across the istanbul escort bayan driveways back in Ken's house, he too is thinking about Angela and how his life is changing in such a short period. From the early morning greeting and his gruff response to the two of them sharing their common interests with Angela exploding in youthful excitement and becoming so very affectionate. Catching Ken by surprise with her reaction and subsequent spirt of intimacy.
The lonely widower now suddenly realizing he has a friend. Full of vigor, very excitable and apparently very comfortable around older men, brings a smile to Ken's face. Not wanting to jeopardize their friendship, Ken needs some wisdom on how to proceed.
Early the next morning, 0500, the tint of dawn lightening the eastern sky, Ken places his camera gear in the back seat of his 4 by 4 pickup truck. He's dressed in a jean jacket over his muscle shirt, wearing the usual blue jeans and a pair of hiking boots on his feet.
Moments later Angela approaches the truck, a backpack over one shoulder and a camera bag over the other. Dressed in a light tight sweater with form fitting blue jeans and hiking boots.
Both have their heads covered with a baseball cap.
Angela opens the rear door and tosses in her backpack and camera bag.
Climbing into the passenger seat as Ken sits behind the steering wheel.
The front seat in the older pickup has bench seating, one long seat from side to side. It was before the time of bucket seats.
"WE'RE OFF", Angela bubbles with joy.
"Yep, here we go. Our first date," Ken laughs.
"The first of many, I hope. We hope," she giggles.
"You got that right." Ken says in his excitement.
Within 5 minutes they have left the town behind, headed south on the highway.
"We turn onto a grid road in about 1/2 mile, follow that for a mile before heading up a trail to our destination."
As the sky slowly lightens, Angela slides forward in her seat, peering out the front window.
"I don't want to miss anything."
A few minutes later they make the turn onto the gravel road and, a few minutes after that, the trail.
"Hang on babe, it gets rougher and rougher the farther we go." Just then the pickup lurches through a deep rut.
"Um, Ken if you wanna call me 'babe', can I call you 'daddy?' No one's ever called me that before. Sounds cool though." Giggling.
"Sure you can. Call me anything you're little heart desires. No bad names though."
He laughs.
"Oh, silly boy," Angela giggles. "Seriously though, I've never hardly known my real daddy and I... um.... you're a little older, his age approximately, and you're so kind and caring. Um..... I kinda like you lots," smiling over at Ken. "And, I desperately long for a daddy figure in my life."
Ken flashes her a glance, sees her staring at him and stops the truck, shifting it into Park. Turning in his seat toward her now, bringing a bent leg up onto the seat.
"Lets see, you wanna be my friend, my weird friend, and, now, you wanna be my daughter too. Hmmm, that is more than weird..... that's downright super weird!"
His voice raising slightly.
Angela holds a hand over her mouth, "Are you mad at me," a tear drop runs down over her cheek.
"NO, no, on the contrary, I find it downright kinky, I LOVE IT. I never knew my real daughter. Its a long story, don't ask. Now, I know you and you wanna by a daughter to me. How could I say no?" in a loud voice and smiling. "Actually, its a hidden desire I've had for a long time, and...... " his voice trails off. "You are making it a reality!"
Scrambling over the seat toward Ken, Angela plants a kiss on Kens mouth as they fall back against his door from the force of her movement. This time Ken doesn't resist her kiss or her advances, sliding his arms around her midriff, his hand resting over her butt cheeks, feeling her rounded globes.
Instantly an erection rises in his jeans.
Angela's kiss lingers, her body on top of Kens, her tummy pressing into his erection. Kens hands caress Angela's rounded butt.
Finally, Angela pulls back, " OH Gawd, what just happened? I'm..... "
"Don't you dare apologize. It was, it was wonderful. My goodness you sure do know how to excite a guy. An old guy." Laughing. "Whew. And I love it."
Neither moves, remaining in their awkward front seat embrace.
"I gotta tell you Angela, you sure do know how to turn a guy on, this guy for sure.
"That's kinda neat isn't it Ken. I can sure tell you were, you are, turned on. I felt it."
She giggles, "And... um... it felt real good." Smiling as she disentangles and sits back up on her side of the truck. "Daddy and daughter, so kinky and naughty and" she looks over at Ken, "And delightful. I love it!"
Ken sits up, "ME too, daughter," laughing. "Ready to continue our tour?"
Engaging the transmission the truck bumps ahead, " Just another couple miles now."
Ten minutes later they arrive at the top of a ridge and Ken stops the truck.
"Okay babe, grab your camera and set up over there," pointing, "I'll get the lawn chairs and a blanket outta the back."
Angela pops her door open, "Okay daddy," and jumps down as Ken does the same.
The sky has lightened substantially now, the sun about ten minutes from rising over the horizon.