The sad mother next door is a beautiful lonely woman

"Ben what are you doing here?" Ms. Miller asks me in a soft voice.

"I don't know, I was first in a dark corridor and then suddenly I ended up here ... where are we here anyway?" I ask, puzzled, and still look confused at the blonde Ms. Miller, who I normally know with medium-length brown hair. This Ms. Miller in front of me looks a little younger despite her sad look and reddened eyes. Not that I'm saying that the Ms. Miller I know is old. She must be in her mid-30s and has an 18-year-old daughter named Sandy, who is just as old as me. She has lived in an apartment in the apartment building in which I live with my family for ages. She is a single mom and works as a nurse in our city hospital. For me, Ms. Miller was always quite inconspicuous and calm, with her loose, colorless clothes. I have seldom exchanged more than a few words with her because she is always on the go. Either at work, doing the housekeeping, or looking after her rebellious daughter. Only now with these thoughts do I realize that Ms. Miller is sitting in front of me half-naked and only covered by a red bikini. Through her twisted posture, I can catch a glimpse of her right breast, which fills the bikini top quite lusciously and completely. I have to swallow when Ms. Miller strikes me as a desirable woman for the first time, so I quickly detach my greedy gaze from her chest, ashamed, and look back into her tearful face in the hope that she has not noticed my gaze. But when I look into her eyes, I see how she quickly pulls it back on mine herself, as if she had been caught. I see her cheeks getting a little redder and her mouth opening briefly without her saying anything, as if she had to think about her words for a moment.

“Well, Ben, we're here in the Caribbean, on the island of Martinique. You have to know, this is where I fell in love for the first time and ..." she begins dreamily and then looks at me with wide eyes, as if she is only now realizing who she is talking to and she ends her sentence abruptly.

“It's wonderfully beautiful here, I've never been to the Caribbean. I can understand that you can definitely fall in love here” I say in a friendly manner without entering into her strange behavior and smile affectionately at Ms. Miller, who then gives me a small smile that makes my heart beat a little faster. Only now do I notice that the wind that was just strong and the light raindrops have suddenly disappeared and when I briefly look at the sea, I also see the waves again evenly as if a storm had never been nearby with quiet rustling.

"Crazy" I think briefly and turn my eyes back to my attractive neighbor, who is still looking at me with a mixture of amazement and nervousness.

"Yes, you are right, it is really wonderful out here and so quiet" she says in a sweetish voice and swings her head very slightly back and forth so that her long blond hair sways breathtakingly.

"Do you mind if I keep you company?" I ask without thinking about my words.

"If you want to be bored with me old woman" she says with a bitter tone without looking at me. Immediately I feel a cold wind blowing over my back again, which gives me goose bumps.

"Ms. Miller you are not old, what I see here is an attractive woman who is sitting alone on a dream beach" I say confidently without these words having consciously crossed my mind beforehand.

"Thanks Ben, that's nice ... if you like you can keep me company. Come around to me” she says again with a happy voice and at the point where I just felt the cold wind, I suddenly feel a strong warmth. When I turn slightly and look briefly at the sky, I see how the dark clouds have become a little less and the first bright rays of sunshine appear, which shine down on us. When I see the sun and I realize that I will spend time with this attractive woman in this wonderful place, I walk around the palm tree full of anticipation. A few steps through the soft, warm sand later I am standing directly in front of Ms. Miller, who is now looking at me with her bright blue eyes and pointing to the seat next to her with a slight smile on her full lips.

"Oh Ben and please call me Melissa" she says in a lovely voice as I stand in front of the swing-like construction and look at her. Here I see her whole impressive body for the first time, while the two massive full breasts seem to almost burst the tight red top, underneath I see a flat, sporty stomach despite her lush bust size, and a little I could see her long tanned legs. When I look back into Ms. Miller's face afterwards, I see how she glares at me, knowing what sends a shiver of excitement down my back.

"Hi Melissa" I say, slightly ashamed, and sit down next to the enormously attractive blonde woman with my heart pounding and red cheeks.