Copyright Β© 2016 by Henry C. Roberts. All Rights Reserved.
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My neighbor is Annie Ashley, aka Anna Ashleigh the famous voluptuous soft-core internet goddess (her internet life is not known in the story, yet). It is the summer before I start college, and I have, by some grace of god, been given the job of Mrs. Ashley's yard boy, and it started off great.
Cellphone
in hand, I text Ted:
(Image sent titled,
'AnnieBikiniTanning'
)
"Holy Fucking God. How did you get this picture?"
"This afternoon. While I was mowing her backyard."
"Is she topless?"
"Yep! See her curvaceous ass in the G-string?"
...
...
"Are you jerking off?"
"Can you stop texting me for 30 minutes?"
"You mean 30 seconds!! LOL. Later"
Lock cellphone.
After my first day as Annie's yard boy, I am to return today to trim the hedges. However, it's raining. I cannot tell you the number of times I have masturbated thinking of Annie's voluptuous breasts and thick creamy thighs. This day passes in a cloud of misery. I even suggest a friendly visit to my mother to attempt to have a reason to visit, Annie. However, all attempts fail.
The next day starts out the same. The rain has decided to be my enemy. However, an enemy can become a friend, quickly. When my cellphone rings, my prayers are answered.
"Bobby, do you know much about sinks?" Annie asked.
"Yes, I hate to washes dishes in them. What's the problem?"
Her soft laughter raises my confidence and libido. Annie says, "I dropped my earrings in the sink. Can you help get them? I called a plumber, but the only one that answered is busy due to the weather."
"Yeah, sure. I have retrieved my mom's earrings a few times when they slid in the drain and dad wasn't around. I will grab the tools and be over."
"Great! You're the best, Bobby. Thanks. See you, soon," she said with excitement and joy.
I look through my father's tool box and grab the pipe wrench and drain pliers. I open the back door and jog over to Annie's house. The two times I have seen Annie, she has worn short rap video shorts. I am hoping for a repeat. I knock on her front door. Annie opens the door in sweat pants and a large shirt. I guess third time is not the charm for sexy outfits. Damn cold wet weather, it's my new enemy.
"Hey Bobby, thanks for coming over to help me. Aren't you cold?" Annie said gesturing to the shorts and t-shirt I have on.
"I am OK. Thanks. So, it's the kitchen sink where you lost your earrings?"
"No, it's the master bathroom sink. I was trying them on. Follow me, I will show you."
As I follow Annie into her house and up the stairs to her bedroom, my eyes check out her ass. Even in her baggy sweat pants, her rear-end looks delicious. Her blond hair swings side to side in a ponytail, and I can smell her sweet spice perfume. The sweet alluring aroma follows after her as she heads to her room.
Annie opens the door to her bedroom. In the middle of the room is her bed, a large king size bed with a light purple comforter over the bed. Her pillows match the light purple. The bedroom is decorated with beautiful outdoor pictures on the walls. The bedroom has nice clean powder smell of its own. Before I get left behind, I continue after Annie into the bathroom.
"You have a nice house, Annie."
"Thank you. Do you like the beach dΓ©cor in the bathroom?"
"Yes," I replied as I observe her ocean/beach shower curtain with rugs and art to match.
Annie points out which of the two sinks in the bathroom that she lost her earrings. I slide under the sink and within about ten minutes, I have the earrings rescued from the pipe. I reach out from under the sink and hand the earrings to Annie as I say, "This what you lost, ma'am?"
"Yes! Awesome! Thanks!"
"Give me a minute to put the pipe back on, and I will be all done."