Carolyn had unpacked the last box when the doorbell rang. Pushing her hair back with a huff, she wondered who would be ringing the bell on her first day in her new house. Probably the neighborhood busy body, wanting to be the first to get the scoop, she thought sourly. She looked briefly in the newly-hung hall mirror on her way to the door, noting with dismay her rumpled t-shirt and less-than-pristine shorts. Well, people who popped over unannounced shouldn’t expect perfection. Reminding herself to be pleasant, she swung open the door and had to hold in a gasp. Standing on her porch was not the elderly busy body she’d expected, but a tall, tan young man with dark, curly hair. He smiled as she stood there, gaping. “Hi, I’m Mark…I live right there.” With a lazy grin, he pointed in the direction of a small, neatly maintained Cape next door. The way his eyes wandered over Carolyn’s body as he spoke made the hair on her arms stand up. “I wondered if you needed any help moving things. I mean, I saw you going in and out with boxes—” Carolyn finally found her voice. “Oh! That was just a few things I didn’t trust with the movers…most everything is where it needs to be, but would you like to come in for a drink? I’ve got iced tea, and Perrier…not much else, I’m afraid.” The young man considered her offer, then smiled. “Yeah, some iced tea would be great. Thanks.” Carolyn stepped aside to let him in, and as he passed she noted that he must be at least 6’2″ to her 5’6″. He was lean, not overly muscular, and hot as hell. And probably less than half my age, she chided herself. “Oh…I’m Carolyn, by the way. Sorry, I’m pretty much brain-dead from unpacking.” Mark leaned against her kitchen counter and grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Carolyn.” She handed him a tall glass filled with tea, and poured some for herself. “Likewise, Mark. It was nice of you to offer your help.” “I never mind helping a beautiful woman.” He took a sip of tea, and Carolyn noticed the grimace that he quickly replaced with a smile. “Oh, sorry. You were probably expecting sweetened tea. I try to be careful of my weight. Would you prefer Perrier?” Mark gave her an appreciative once-over, lingering on her breasts. “You look like you’re in great shape to me. But you’re right, all that sugar isn’t good for you. This is fine, thanks.” Carolyn suggested they sit on the back porch. As they sat on the wicker settee and chatted, she learned that Mark was 24 and owned the house next door. He worked for a landscape design company. She thought of the sad state of her new yard, and imagined Mark shirtless and sweaty as he pruned her hedges. “Carolyn?” Mark was looking at her expectantly. “Oh! Sorry…I didn’t catch that.” She flushed, embarrassed at being caught day-dreaming. “I asked where you moved from.” “Oh…from Massachusetts. My divorce was finalized a few months ago, and I just wanted a change. I grew up in Connecticut and love it here, and since my job allows me to live pretty much anywhere, Ataşehir Escort I decided to come back.” “What do you do for a living?” Mark’s gaze was intent, as though what Carolyn was telling him was utterly fascinating. “I’m a novelist.” Carolyn watched Mark warily, hoping he wouldn’t ask for more details. But of course, he did. “Well, I write under a pen name. Erotica, mostly.” Mark’s face broke out in a huge grin. “Oh yeah? That’s cool. I’ll have to check out some of your stuff.” “Oh, um, sure…if you want.” Carolyn wasn’t sure why she suddenly felt uncomfortable discussing her career. It afforded her a very nice lifestyle, and she wasn’t ashamed of what she did. Before she could give it more thought, Mark stood and stretched, revealing tights abs and a thin line of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. “I guess I’ll get going and let you get back to work. It was really nice meeting you, Carolyn.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. He smelled fresh, like soap and maybe citrus. Like he’d just showered. As Mark turned to go, he stopped as though he’d forgotten something. “Would it be okay if I came over tomorrow and fixed up your yard a little? Just as a neighborly gesture.” He grinned. Carolyn’s stomach fluttered. “Oh, that would be very kind of you. But I can’t let you do it free of charge.” “I want to. But if you insist, we can discuss payment after I’m done.” With a wink, Mark set his glass on the kitchen counter and let himself out. Carolyn forced herself to get back to unpacking dishes and linens, but she couldn’t get her handsome young neighbor out of her head. The next day Mark showed up as promised. He cut the lawn, trimmed the overgrown privet hedges and cleaned up the flower beds in front of Carolyn’s porch. Carolyn watched from her kitchen window, mesmerized by the way his taut muscles rippled as he worked. When he was finished, Carolyn got out her checkbook, but he gently pushed it away as she waited, pen poised to write. “When I told you we’d discuss payment, I was thinking more along the lines of you letting me take you out to dinner.” Mark smiled earnestly, waiting for Carolyn’s answer. Carolyn was even more frazzled than she’d been yesterday. “I—I don’t see how you taking me out is payment for what you’ve done for me. And besides that, I’m old enough to be your mother.” Mark was undeterred. “I doubt that. And if you are, I don’t care. You’re beautiful, intelligent and I just want to get you know you better. Have dinner with me.” Carolyn found herself unable to resist Mark’s dimpled grin. “I’m 46, Mark. More than old enough to be your mother. I’ll have dinner with you, but that’s it. Dinner.” “Of course. And for the record, that’s a great age, even though you don’t look it. I love older women.” He smiled, making Carolyn’s stomach flip. “How about next Saturday, 7:00? Is Italian okay?” Carolyn felt like she was on auto-pilot, answering that next Saturday was fine Ataşehir Escort Bayan and she loved Italian. All the while, she was thinking, Am I really doing this? Getting involved with a 24 year old? Part of her thought she must be crazy, but deep inside, she felt a thrill of anticipation. Saturday came, and she was dressed and ready by 6:45. She’d chosen a simple black jersey wrap dress and strappy heels, which it seemed like she hadn’t had the occasion to wear in forever. She jumped when the doorbell rang at exactly seven. Mark grinned as she opened the door. She had to stifle a gasp at the sight of him. She’d only seen him in shorts and t-shirts; tonight, he wore dark-wash jeans and a pale-blue button down, the collar open and sleeves rolled up. She felt a tug in the pit of her belly. “Come on in…I just need to get my purse.” Carolyn closed the door behind Mark and turned to go upstairs, but he gently grasped her elbow. “Let me look at you. You’re absolutely stunning, Carolyn.” “Thank you, Mark. You look very nice tonight, too.” Mark shook his head. “I didn’t say you looked nice. I said you’re stunning. And you are.” Flustered, Carolyn flashed a halting smile and hurried upstairs to retrieve her bag. The restaurant was casual but elegant, the food delicious. But it was the company that surprised and impressed Carolyn the most. Mark was smart, funny, charming…and if she didn’t know it, she’d never have guessed he was only 24. She didn’t feel any of the discomfort she’d thought there would be. Conversation flowed easily, and she felt a pang of disappointment when their server brought the check. Mark pulled into her driveway, making her laugh. “I could have walked home from your house, you know. It is right next door.” “What kind of date would I be if I let you do that, hmm? I’m going to walk you to your door, too.” He got out and walked around to open Carolyn’s door, helped her out and walked her up to her front door. “I really like you, Carolyn. I had a great time with you tonight.” As she fumbled for her keys, Carolyn kept her eyes averted, both wanting and afraid of what might come next. “Carolyn?” Mark’s hand on her arm made her turn and look up at him. “I hope we can do it again. Good night.” He bent and kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering just enough to make her heart race. Carolyn didn’t know whether to feel relieved, or disappointed. Carolyn lay in bed that night, unable to sleep as she replayed the evening in her mind. Mark seemed truly interested in her, despite—or maybe because of—their age difference. He had everything she could want in a man. Could she really date someone so much younger? Was she just setting herself up for heartbreak, and right on the heels of a divorce? She finally fell asleep, pretty sure that she wanted to at least give things with Mark a try. The next few days were busy. Carolyn had some revisions to make on her latest novel, and she barely left the house. She Escort Ataşehir saw Mark a few times in passing, and they waved hello and went on with their day. By Wednesday, she realized that she wanted to see him again, and as she was considering what to do about it there was a knock at her door. Mark stood on her porch with a bottle of wine, and his usual sexy grin. “I know you’ve been busy, but have a drink with me. Just one, and I’ll let you get back to your work.” Carolyn led the way into the kitchen and grabbed wine glasses. They sat on her porch and chatted, filling each other in on what they’d been doing. True to his word, after an hour or so, Mark kissed Carolyn’s cheek and rose to leave. The keen disappointment she felt prompted her to invite him over for dinner the next night. He accepted with a smile, and left. Thursday, Carolyn tidied up and made lasagna. Every time she thought of Mark, her stomach fluttered pleasantly with nerves. Mark showed up at 6:30, his usual easy grin and relaxed demeanor in place. They carried their food into the living room, since Carolyn’s dining room was still unfurnished. She apologized as they balanced their plates on the ottoman and sat on the floor. “I like it. It’s casual, and it allows me to sit closer to you than I’d be able to at the dining room table.” The way he held her gaze as he spoke made Carolyn’s skin prickle. She smiled, unsure of how to respond. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” Mark was watching her carefully. “When I say things like that, I mean.” “No, not uncomfortable. I just don’t know if you really mean it, or why you would mean it.” Mark looked perplexed. “Of course I mean it. Why is it so hard for you believe I could be attracted to you? Our age difference doesn’t matter to me. In fact, it makes you sexier.” He paused. “But if it bothers you, or you’re not interested, I’ll stop. I don’t want to force my company on you.” Carolyn was quick to correct him. “No! I like you, Mark. It doesn’t bother me…it makes me feel sexy, and wanted. How could I not want that? I just don’t want to be a fling, or a curiosity. I don’t know what you want.” He regarded her for a moment. “You don’t know what I want? Let me show you…” He leaned over, grasping her chin in his hand and pressed his lips to hers, sucking on her upper lip and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Carolyn moaned as the kiss grew more heated. All of her doubts and misgivings were forgotten as Mark kissed down her jaw and along her neck. She whimpered when he finally pulled back. “I’m not looking for a quick fuck, Carolyn. I’ve had that, and I can get that pretty easily if I want to. I want you. I want to get to know you, date you, and yes, fuck you and make you cum over and over…” His hand had crept up to her breast, squeezing and kneading as he pressed his lips to her with a groan. “You drive me crazy, Carolyn. I don’t care what people think, and you shouldn’t, either.” Carolyn was breathless when Mark finally broke the kiss to lavish attention on her breasts. As he unclasped her bra, she moaned and lay on her back, pulling Mark down with her. She opened her legs in invitation, and he nestled in between them, sucking and pinching her stiff nipples. “You have fantastic tits.” Mark’s low moans and grunts went straight to Carolyn’s pussy.