Living Next Door To A Garden Troll

Dorothy Barber lost her husband a couple of years back, and since then she retreated even further within herself, letting others run the stationery business her Henry had owned while she stayed home and moped around the house with the TV as her companion. Dorothy did go outside to do some gardening when the weather permitted, although the almost constant presence of the man next door tending to his tomato garden was very off putting, and this was something the widow mentioned when her best friend Liz came over to visit one morning.

"Do you know him?" Dorothy asked as she looked out her kitchen window and gestured towards her neighbor's yard, and when Liz joined her at the sink to look at the man she laughed and shivered.

"I should say not," the middle aged woman declared. "My word. He's disgusting looking. He's like a - what do they call them? A hobbit? No, I think they are supposed to be small. Whatever he is he's creepy looking."

"You wouldn't believe the things he says to me," Dorothy noted as she looked at the hulking man wearing jean bib overalls and an old cap.

"Threatening? Then call the cops," Liz told her.

"No, not threatening but really disgusting. It's not against the law to be gross."

"I don't know why you even talk to him," Liz declared. "I mean, I know I told you that you should get out in the real world again and meet people, but this guy? Yuck. He looks so grubby, all sweaty and hairy. He must smell like a sewer."

"No," Dorothy answered way too stridently before she caught herself and continued. "No, he doesn't smell. Not really. I mean a couple of times he's come over to help me move something in the yard and while he has a manly aroma it's not offensive. It's the things he says."

"Girlfriend, you're confusing the heck out of me. You say he's disgusting and then you rush to defend him," Liz replied in her catty way. "Sounds like you're sweet on this - garden troll - that what he looks like! A 6' garden troll."

"I am not sweet on him, not when he says the things he's said to me about what he wants to do to me."

"What? Did he say he would hurt you?"

"No. Other things," Dorothy replied. "Dirty things."

"Like what?" Liz asked excitedly.

"You know," Dorothy said but when her friend insisted she didn't have a clue, she explained. "Things like he knows that I need it or that he wants to take me behind the shed to take me like an animal."

"Ooh! What else?"

"I don't know. I don't remember," Dorothy lied. "They were too disgusting."

"Sounds like he's a feisty old guy," Liz suggested while adding with a wink, "Maybe if I ever get desperate I'll look him up."

The fact was that Dorothy remembered everything the vulgar old man ever said to her, and the evidence that she was not the offended victim that she made herself out to be showed in the front of her blouse where her swollen nipples were visible even through her blouse and bra.

Dorothy crossed her arms over her chest to hide herself as she changed the conversation to other subjects, and after Liz's social call ended Dorothy looked out the window to see whether her disgusting neighbor was out there. He wasn't, but as she put on her floppy head to go out and do some watering she knew that once she went outside, Mr. Nate Cox would soon join her.

***

"There you are Dorothy," the grizzled old man growled in is low and raspy voice. "Your friend left already?"

"I wasn't aware we were on a first name basis, Mr. Cox," Dorothy snapped as she raised her watering can to reach a plant back near the property line fence.

"Seeing how we're neighbors I thought it would be a good idea. Like I've said you can call me Nate, although I admit to liking to way you say that - Mr. Cox," he admitted before continuing. "That gal that was here? Her husband owns the NAPA store in town, doesn't he?"

"What is that to you?"

"Just making small talk. I remember that she came over a lot after your old man passed. Stayed over a few nights too," Nate Cox recalled. "Would have liked to have been a fly on the bedroom wall, if you know what I mean."

"I neither know nor care what you mean," Dorothy told him curtly.

"She ain't bad looking, but I think you're prettier. Less make-up. I like my gals natural," Nate explained as he walked slowly along the fence to keep up with his neighbor.. "She's got pretty big tits but I've never been a boob man. I like little tits like yours. Perfect handfuls."

"You are so vulgar," Dorothy said, and as she recalled some years back she added, "No wonder your wife left you."

"She didn't leave because I talk dirty. As she got older she couldn't keep up with me, if you know what I mean, She said there must be something wrong with me because I was so - what did she call me? Insatiable. That was it. Still am too. Nearing 60 and I can still go all night," the hulking man crowed proudly and then concluded. "Add that to the fact that I'm hung like a horse and she decided that after 22 years she needed a rest."

"Have you no limits, Mr. Cox? Do you talk to all women like this?"

"Just the ones that turn me on. Plus, I can tell you want it."

"What?"

"Oh, you won't admit it, not to yourself or anybody else, but you want it. Been a while since you got laid and you miss it. Plus, I suspect that you never did it with any guy but your husband and you're curious," Mr. Cox mused aloud. "You're wondering, what would it be like with a man that wouldn't just mount you and hump gently for a couple minutes before cumming and rolling over?"

"Are you through?"

"You offended Mrs. Barber? You got a funny way of showing it. Today for example, you put a little lip gloss on. Not a lot, just a little bit, and that blouse is new, isn't it? Pretty, and with the snoop neck it'll let me look down the front when you bend over and your little hangers sway there. You're trying to make yourself look sexy for me."

"That's preposterous!"

"Is it? Although I noticed something you did that I hope you didn't do for my benefit. You know what I'm talking about?"

"I neither know nor care, I assure you," Dorothy sniffed as she watered.

"Your armpits," Mr. Cox said as he nodded towards his neighbors upraised arm. "Your shaved them."

"What?"

"You shaved since yesterday because yesterday you were wearing that blouse with the baggy short sleeves, and I happened to peek up the sleeve and saw the hair. Not a little peach fuzz either, and that really turns old Nate on," he declared as he raised his own arm and quipped. "Nice little spray of hair. I think that means you probably got a big bush too."

"I think I've had enough of this for today," Dorothy said as she brought her watering can back to the tool shed.

"No you haven't. You love it. Look at the way your nipples are trying to rip through your clothes. Damn, that is sexy. You might have little tits but those look like big nipples," Nate said to her back as she ducked into the shed.

After the door swung closed behind Dorothy set the can down and put her hands on the work bench, trying to get her heart to stop racing. As she look around the little room at the clutter visible in the dim light that came in through the dirty window, she made a mental note to come out and clean this place out. Anything to take her mind off of what just happened.

Still, as she tried to look out the dusty window at her neighbor, there was something about him that attracted her as much as she was repulsed by his vulgarity. He was almost a primate, as hairy as an ape with a filthy mouth, and the thought of him even touching her was revolting. Yet she stood there and listened to him, let him look at her and make comments about her.

Then there was Liz? How did Mr. Cox know about her friend? About her staying over those nights and seeming to know what went on when Liz did? Who spends their time looking over at their neighbor's and keeping track of what they do? Yet Dorothy admitted to herself that she had been doing that a lot to Mr. Cox lately, and she didn't have to stand there and listen to him. She could walk away, but she didn't and then she scolded herself because of it. Then there was that night last week when she couldn't sleep, and when the image of Mr. Cox came into her mind he wasn't wearing those overalls but was nude and despite it all she had put her hands under her nightie and kept fantasizing until she came.

"Snap out of it! Liz was right. I do need to get out into the real world," Dorothy muttered to herself as she looked around the clutter of the little room before leaving the shed, and it was then that the door creaked open.

The widow turned around quickly, and standing in the open doorway was Mr. Cox, grinning in that salacious way of his as he looked in at her.

"What do you want? I'll scream, I swear I will," Dorothy practically yelled.

"Just came to check and see if you were okay," her neighbor said. "I heard you talking loud and wondered if you were calling out and needed help."

"I didn't call out," Dorothy said. "Must have been talking to myself."

"I do that myself on occasion. I think it comes from being alone," Nate said as he stepped aside to let Dorothy out of the shed. "No fun sometimes, is it? Being alone I mean."

"I make do," Dorothy sniffed as she closed the shed door.

"You know, the things I say to you? If I really and truly offend you I apologize. It's just that when we first started to chat I think I said a couple of off-color things and you chuckled, and then the raunchier I got the more I sensed you enjoyed it," Nate opined. "The way you would hang around I guess. I think I was just trying to let you know in my admittedly crude way that somebody thinks you're really attractive, and I figured that if you were really offended you would do more than sniffle a little and make feeble protests."

"You're right Mr. Cox," Dorothy said after turning towards the house and stopping to face her neighbor. "It's just that you aren't like anyone I've even met before."

"Don't think I haven't heard that before," Nate chuckled, and when his neighbor nervously tittered along with him he added, "I've never been the polished gentleman most women think of, and I guess I was lucky to find a woman would could put up with me as long as my Sophie did. A little of me goes a long way I suppose, but the things I've said about you out here?"

"What of it?"

"I've meant every word. I think you're incredibly sexy in your own way, and that's without really trying. To think that you're an attractive woman sealing yourself up inside your house? Such a waste, and I know you're a very sexual person. Your house walls are pretty thin, and especially during the summer we would sit out on our patio, me and Sophie. Saturday nights it was, if I remember correctly. You're quite the howler when you're having sex, and while I never needed that to be aroused it helped Sophie get in the mood."

"Omigod," Dorothy mumbled as her complexion turned red but her neighbor shook his head.

"No need to be ashamed, Mrs. Barber," Nate assured her. "Sex is supposed to be enjoyed. Anyway, since your husband passed and my wife left, I sit out here and imagine you making those noises again, with me the one causing them."

"Don't know what to say," Dorothy said and then stopped.

"You don't need to say anything, but some night when you're feeling lonely you can come over and tap on my back door," Nate Cox told her. "Any old time. I don't sleep that well anyway. You can come over and we can have a drink, get to know each other, and the rest is up to you. I would never tell anyone if that's what you're worried about, and I'm quite aware of what the word 'no' means."

"Think about it Mrs. Barber," Nate concluded when Dorothy just stood there with her mouth slightly ajar. "Have a good day."

It took a while for Dorothy to recover from that conversation, but afterwards as she got a drink of water from the kitchen sink she paused and then chuckled to herself, the thought of her going next door under the shroud of darkness to have a clandestine meeting with Nate Cox amusing. There was no way in the world she would be tapping on her neighbor's back door that night.

Dorothy was true to her word about that. It wasn't until Saturday night that she found herself crossing through the back yard in the moonlight to Mr. Cox's back door.

***

"Mrs. Barber!" yelped the startled man with the bathrobe wrapped tightly around him, after he opened the back door in response to the tapping on the glass. "Come in. Please don't tell me you've been out here too long."

"No, Mr. Cox," Dorothy said as she made a tentative step inside her neighbor's place for the first time ever, and while she had been out at the door for a few minutes that may have been the result of her very timid tapping.

"Just got out of the shower," Mr. Cox explained and then quickly added, "Come in, make yourself comfortable and let me go throw something on."

"No Mr. Cox, I can only stay a minute," she said as she offered him a small Tupperware container of her freshly baked cookies. "Here. Sort of a peace offering."

"I didn't know we were at war but I thank you for it. Smells like chocolate chip cookies," he noted, and after Dorothy nodded she was ushered into the living room and over to a small bar in the corner.

"How would you like a drink?" he offered, and when she asked what he was having, Mr. Cox said it was Jack Daniels.

"How would you like that Jack?"

"In a glass," Dorothy quipped nervously, and when her neighbor laughed she joined in and really looked at her neighbor for the first time.

Without a cap Dorothy saw that Mr. Cox was completely bald, and his shiny skull gave him a different look, and while he was not handsome in any traditional sense, he had a rugged Nick Nolte-like appearance that was rather pleasing to the eye. His bathrobe was clinched up tight, blocking any further view besides the silver and black hair that sprouted up to his neck, and she mentally spanked herself for hoping the robe would open up.

"This visit is a pleasant surprise," Nate Cox said as he handed his guest a generous serving of the bourbon.

"I'm as surprised as you are," Dorothy replied, and as she looked around the very spartan and incredibly neat living room she complimented his housekeeping.

"I decided to get rid of a lot of things when Sophie left. What would you call this, a minimalist lifestyle? Just books and some movies and the basics," Nate explained. "Tell me the truth. You were probably expecting some sort of hoarders hell with bodies stacked in the corner."

"I don't know about that," Dorothy laughed in between sips. "I do know that I'm very jealous of how neat you are. I should clear out things I don't need too."

"Thirsty!" Nate chuckled as he noted the near empty glass and stopped pouring when Dorothy signaled.

"Nervous as the dickens is more like it. I guess I can use alcohol as an excuse tomorrow if I make a fool of myself."

"Hey, I'm nervous too. I don't get much company," Nate noted. "To be honest, I'm really impressed that you would take me up on my invitation. Takes a lot of guts to come over to a guy's place you hardly know."

"Actually, thanks to the Internet you can find out a lot about people," Dorothy said. "I didn't know before today that you were a policeman."

"Retired," Nate said as he tapped on the bar top and then chuckled. "A little late for knocking on wood. I put my 20 years in and I was expecting to retire right after that. Turns out that while I was trying to decide whether Sophie and I could survive with me being underfoot all the time, some punk shot me and made the decision easy. Should have retired three weeks earlier and I could have avoided that.."

"Shot? Omigod," Dorothy gasped.

"I survived, and if you're lucky I'll show you my battle scar later," Nate said, and laughed along with his guest.

"Not sure if I'm ready for that. Maybe I'll need more Jack,"

"It's in a G-rated place," Nate offered.

"Shucks," Dorothy responded and then shook her head at herself. "That wasn't me talking. That was Jack."

"Well, whoever it was talking, I love the sense of humor," Nate told Dorothy, who began to feel more comfortable and nursed the rest of her drink for the next hour as they got to know each other better.

By the end of that hour it was like they were old friends, talking up a storm. Nate proved that he wasn't really the raunchy character he seemed to be in the back yard much of the time, and Dorothy mentioned that to her host.

"I have my moments, but then again here I am wrapped in a bathrobe while you look so sharp. At least I didn't tear off the bathrobe and play the caveman - yet," Nate replied.

"Don't know how sharp I look."

"I do. A little lip gloss and just a hint of eye shadow. An incredibly tasteful look," Nate observed, and as his eyes went down he noted. "New blouse?"

"No, just something I don't wear out the yard," Dorothy explained.

"It's very flattering," Nate said and when his eye stopped at her chest he got a twinkle in his eye. "Just to show you that there's still a bit of the rascal in me, I notice that you're missing an article of clothing you usually wear."

"Oh," Dorothy said when she looked down and saw her nipples of her unsupported breasts poking out in the blouse, and she chose to fib by saying, "Fell behind in my laundry."

"Good," her neighbor said, and as he slowly reached over with his right index finger extended he said, "If a slap follows this I understand."

Dorothy jumped when the tip of the ex-cop's finger touched her nipple through the cotton, and her whole body shivered as Nate lightly stroked the protuberance.

"No slap?" he grinned.

"No, serves me right for flaunting my assets which are even more minimalist than your furnishings, sad to say," Dorothy quipped in an increasingly shaky voice as Mr. Cox's left index finger joined in on her other nipple..

"They seem perfect from where I sit. Sensitive, aren't they?" he asked, and instead of an answer Dorothy only offered a brisk nod of her head while her body quivered, causing him to add. "Hmm - still no slap. Maybe..."

Nate's fingers moved so they clutched his neighbor's swollen nipples, and as he made gentle turning movements as if to tune a radio, Dorothy eased off the stool towards her host and practically onto his lap with her face close to his. When she leaned forward to press her lips against Nate's she felt his hand slide off her nipple and up her back until he reached her short-cropped brown hair and grabbed a handful.

His kiss was not the gentle pressing of lips that Dorothy's was, but instead a very passionate kiss that set her back some, but she could feel his power through the forceful clutch of her hair. His other hand flew down the row of blouse buttons in seconds, somehow leaving her top wide open with the touch of a pickpocket. Nate's hand was already inside the blouse, roughly kneading her very plaint breasts and making her already swollen nipples throb.

"I've wanted to do this for a long, long time," Nate growled, and as the room seemed to spin around Dorothy she found herself in the bedroom on her back in the bedding.

Her host pulled her shorts off and then did the same with her panties, which were very wet, and when he saw the thick untrimmed triangle of dark brown hair between her legs he gave Dorothy a grin of approval. Nate shrugged his robe off and climbed onto the bed, parting his neighbor's thighs as he knee-walked between them.

To Dorothy, Nate looked like a primate with his barrel chest and slight belly coated with hair, and while her view was limited the brief glimpse she got of the thick beige phallus swaying between the ex-cop's thighs made her shiver, but then Nate lowered his face into the moist thicket guarding her sex. Her legs went over his shoulders as he went down on her, his noisy and feverish tonguing adding to the animal-like feel in the air, but he knew what he was doing because Dorothy was close to orgasm when Nate stopped and raised himself upwards.